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samantitaswrld · 2 months ago

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thibking abt college frat boy bf Ron im spiraling he so fine i wont him🙁

frat house rules | ron weasley

warnings: underaged drinking, 18+ characters, it gets a little steamy

|an: yayyy this is a lot of plot kinda not enough dialogue but pt 2 ganna bc sm better & steamier i swearsiez this is also lowkey based on real events LOL

w.c: 1.2k

part one part two

“oorrrr…we could pregame here.” you said, finalizing the last few touches of your makeup, slight worry was laced within your words, evident to your best friend beside you, who was straightening her hair.

“yeah, OR we could drink with a bunch of hot frat boys surrounding us,” your friend said, looking at your face for a response, which she received in a worrisome facial expression. a large sigh from her filled the room before she spoke again, “c'mon, we need to get out there more. and the guy i’ve been talking to is actually really cool. i don’t think it’s one of those freaky frats.” she’d said, already up and changing into her clothes for the night with you following her lead.

“yeah, okay, well, i'm ready, so let’s just go.” slightly frustrated, you finished lacing your sneakers and huffed out in feigned annoyance. your friend, knowing you, smiled and rolled her eyes as you smiled back. although the thought of getting drunk with a bunch of random guys left you a little anxious, you were still excited to party with your best friend.

“it’s all a part of the college experience, babe. i’ll be right there with you, eevenn if my tongue is shoved halfway down dean thomas’ throat.” you felt your worries begin to subside as you let out a laugh at her statement while you both walked, arms linked, out the door.

“i’m telling you, ron, total BOMBSHELL! you’ll see when she gets here for the pregame…and i think she’s bringing a friend...” dean said as he looked at ron and raised a brow.

ron laughed and shoved his friend as let out a laugh, beginning to work on inserting a tap into their keg of beer.

“i don’t know, dean, i just got out of that weird situationship with lavender… i don’t want to seem like a man-whore or anything.. of that nature.” ron said, turning the tap clockwise into the insert until it was snug enough to his liking.

“you mean your snogstuaonship? come on, mate, i don’t think it was that serious.” dean said, chuckling and clapping ron on the shoulder, trying to convince his friend. the only response he received was an unsure look from ron.

“listen, man, offers on the table. i could set you up if you meet her, and if all goes well.” dean offered with a sympathetic smile, leaving ron to sit with his thoughts as he exited the room to join the other brothers in setting up for the party.

“i think i'm going to throw up.” you told your friend as you walked up the stairs to the door of the frat. anxiety bubbled in your stomach as you heard the music that was already blaring through the walls, but the lights were still on.

“you’re not gonna throw up.” your friend said, rolling her eyes in feigned annoyance, calling dean on the phone to let him know you guys were there.

you waited a few moments before the door swung open and the music, once muffled, was now damn near deafening.

“girls! come in.” dean said, moving to the side and staring only at your friend with the biggest fuck-me eyes you’d ever seen. it was going to be a long night for you, you could tell.

the pregame had gone well so far; you mostly kept to yourself and spoke only when spoken to, making light conversation as you stood in a group with your friend, dean, his friend ron, and two of their other brothers from their frat.

you were drunk, however not drunk enough to not realize how absolutely ridiculously hot dean's friend ron was. as a matter of fact, you thought the drunker you got, the easier it would be to talk to him.

little did you know that ron felt the same. when you and your friend walked in, he gawked at you a bit before elbowing dean and giving him a sly smile. elated, dean slapped him back before mouthing an ‘i told you so.’

ron stared at you in awe, feeling a bit nervous before shooting his shot in the form of pouring you all your shots. declaring himself as your ‘drinking buddy’ for the night and taking all of them with you. He decided it would be easier to make his move drunk off his ass as compared to stone-cold sober.

you and ron were getting along so well, feeling the liquor invading both of your senses; you started getting progressively touchier as you engaged in random conversations together that derived from topics the group mentioned, because he didn’t care about what everybody else had to say, he just wanted to know more about you.

then all of a sudden, the boys decide it’s time as people start pouring in from all openings of the frat. shutting the lights off and turning the music up just a bit louder, if that was even possible. your friend immediately grabs your hand, ripping you from ron and leading you to the dance floor.

as the night progresses, so do yours and ron’s drunken states, as you both start eye-fucking each other from the separate groups you’re in on the dance floor. feeling a warm heat pooling between your legs, as well as a surge of confidence, you decided it was time to make your move.

your move being making eye contact with him, then looking at the bathroom a couple feet away and cocking your head toward its direction. he got the memo and shot you a goofy grin, nodding his head in agreement.

you shuffle your way through the crowd and walk past him, stealthily grabbing his hand on the way, ripping him from his friend group, which went pretty unnoticed from his friends, and pull him into the bathroom.

“were you going to keep eye-fucking me all night or make a move?” you stated with a smile before he backed you up against the wall farthest from the door, slotting his hands under your arms and around your waist, pressing your hot bodies together.

“regardless, it seems like i got you right where i wanted you.” he said before connecting his lips with your own. you sighed into the kiss before bringing your hand up to tangle your fingers into his red head of hair; his grip on your waist tightened as you pulled slightly on the hair laced between your fingers.

eager for more, ron dragged his tongue along your plump bottom lip, asking for permission to elevate your kiss. you gladly let him in and let the heated kiss became messier as the sounds of smacking lips and moans filled the room.

ron pulled away for a moment to attach his hot, wet lips to your neck, licking, sucking, kissing, and biting at the flesh as you began to whine and work on the belt of his jeans.

knock knock knock

you both instantly froze in your positions. fear stilling your movements as you thought, ‘maybe they’ll go away if we stay really quiet.’

knock knock knock

“ron? you in there, man?” he heard seamus’ voice from the other end of the door. ron muttered a ‘fuck’ before remembering the rule that was introduced to him the day he was initiated.

“roonn, 10 minutes is up. you know the frat house rules, dude.” the smirk plastered on seamus’ face could be heard from behind the door.

frat house rules?

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ellswritings · 2 months ago

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About Time

Harry Potter x Gryffindor!Reader

TW: Harry being jealous, Y/N is really ‘that girl,’ fluff.

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The announcement of the Yule Ball sent the Hogwarts student body into a frenzy. Professor McGonagall’s proclamation during breakfast was met with gasps, whispers, and cheers. Even the more reserved Ravenclaws exchanged eager glances over their plates.

“Now remember,” McGonagall said, her tone stern as she surveyed the Hall, “this is a formal event. Dress robes will be required, and students are expected to conduct themselves with decorum.”

A chorus of whispers erupted across the Great Hall. Y/N L/N, sitting with Ron, Hermione, and Harry at the Gryffindor table, raised her brows.

“Formal event, huh? Hope you boys have your frilly dress robes ready,” she teased, nudging Harry’s arm.

Harry smirked. “I don’t even know how to dance.”

“Figures,” she quipped, leaning closer with a mischievous glint. “Can’t wait to see you step on someone's toes all night.”

Ron groaned, ignoring their banter. “I just hope my mum didn’t send me anything embarrassing.”

“You’ll look like a prince, I’m sure,” Y/N teased, before turning to Hermione. “What about you? Got anyone in mind to ask you yet?”

Hermione flushed but quickly steered the conversation away. “The Ball is meant to unite the schools. You might want to think about representing Gryffindor without making a scene.”

Y/N put a hand to her chest, feigning offense. “Me? Make a scene? When have I ever—”

“Don’t answer that,” Harry interjected quickly, earning a grin from her.

It was moments like this—lighthearted and filled with their easy camaraderie—that made Y/N’s dynamic with Harry so unique. Their teasing often bordered on flirtation, though neither would ever admit it.

The moment McGonagall’s announcement ended, Y/N became a focal point for Yule Ball chatter, much to her bemusement. Boys seemed to appear out of nowhere, all vying for her attention.

Seamus Finnigan caught her in the common room first. “Y/N,” he said, bowing dramatically, “let me take you to the Yule Ball and save everyone else the heartache.”

She laughed, patting his cheek. “Nice try, Seamus, but I’ll have to pass.”

“I’m crushed,” he said, clutching his chest theatrically before retreating with a grin.

Later, Michael Corner stopped her outside Charms, stammering through his request. “Y-Y/N, I was wondering if maybe you’d, uh, go to the Ball with me?”

Y/N smiled kindly. “Michael, that’s sweet of you, but I’ve already got someone in mind.”

“Oh,” he mumbled, cheeks burning as he scurried away.

But the real kicker came when Viktor Krum approached her after lunch one afternoon. His imposing figure seemed to create a vacuum of silence as students watched the Durmstrang champion approach her.

“Y/N,” he said, his thick accent wrapping around her name. “I vould like to take you to the Yule Ball.”

She tilted her head, surprised but not flustered. “That’s quite the offer, Viktor. Why me?”

“You are... strong. Confident,” he said simply. “And very beautiful.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she replied, smirking. “But I’m afraid I have to say no.”

Krum looked genuinely surprised. “You do not vant to go?”

“I’m flattered,” she said sincerely. “But I’ve got my eyes on someone else.”

Viktor nodded respectfully. “You are honest. I admire that.”

Harry’s jealousy simmered for days. He couldn’t help but notice how Y/N seemed to glide through the chaos, turning down every suitor with grace and humor. It was maddening, especially since he couldn’t summon the courage to ask her himself.

“What’s stopping you?” Hermione asked one evening in the common room after he’d spent several minutes glaring at Cedric Diggory, who had been talking to Y/N outside.

“She’s got better options,” Harry mumbled.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Harry. If she wanted to go with Krum or Diggory, she would have said yes already.”

Ron chimed in, his mouth full of Chocolate Frogs. “Yeah, but what if she says no? Imagine the embarrassment.”

“Helpful, Ron,” Hermione snapped before turning to Harry. “You won’t know unless you try.”

As the days went on, The Chosen One wasn’t sure when it started, but he couldn’t seem to look away when Y/N entered the room. It was almost painful to watch her interact with others, especially when those others seemed to linger too long or laugh a little too hard at her jokes.

Take breakfast, for example. She was laughing at something George Weasley had said, and her laughter drew half the Great Hall’s attention. George smirked, leaning in conspiratorially. Whatever he said next made her snort, her hand lightly smacking his shoulder.

Harry frowned into his porridge. “What’s so funny?”

Ron looked up from his plate. “What?”

“Over there,” Harry said, nodding toward the Weasley twins and Y/N.

Ron shrugged. “Dunno. George probably made some ridiculous joke about Blast-Ended Skrewts. Why?”

“No reason,” Harry muttered, stabbing at his food.

Hermione, ever observant, arched a brow. “You know, for someone who doesn’t care, you’re awfully focused on her.”

Harry glared. “I’m not focused. She’s just… loud.”

“Oh, yes, it’s definitely her volume that has you glowering like a thundercloud,” Hermione said dryly.

A week before the Ball, Y/N found herself heading to the library to escape the endless string of admirers. The quiet sanctuary of the shelves was a welcome reprieve until she spotted none other than Harry Potter, buried in a book that he looked thoroughly uninterested in.

“Since when do you study this hard?” she teased, dropping into the seat across from him.

Harry jumped, nearly knocking his inkpot over. “I could ask you the same. Don’t you have another suitor to fend off?”

“Not at the moment,” she said with a smirk. “Figured I’d hide out for a bit.”

“Hide?” he asked, furrowing his brow.

“Yeah, you know, to avoid the inevitable ‘Y/N, please go to the Ball with me’ speech from yet another poor soul.”

Harry tried to smile, but it came out strained. “Sounds... exhausting.”

“It is,” she replied with a sigh, leaning back in her chair. “So, what are you doing here?”

“Trying to figure out how to dance without looking like an idiot,” he muttered, his cheeks turning pink.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. “Harry, you’ve faced trolls, Dementors, and a giant snake. Surely, a little dancing isn’t going to kill you.”

“It might if I step on someone’s foot,” he quipped, finally cracking a genuine smile.

Y/N tilted her head, studying him. “You know, you don’t have to be perfect at everything. Just... have fun with it.”

“I’ll try,” he said, though his tone was doubtful.

“Well,” she said, standing and grabbing his hand, “no time like the present.”

“What?” Harry stammered as she pulled him into the open space between the shelves.

“Let’s practice,” she said, placing one of his hands on her waist and holding the other. “It’s not that hard. Just follow my lead.”

Harry’s heart was racing as he tried to focus on her instructions. But it was difficult to think straight with Y/N so close, her laugh filling the quiet library as she teased him for his clumsiness.

“See? You’re getting the hang of it,” she said after a few minutes.

“Yeah, sure,” he muttered, looking everywhere but at her.

She stopped, her eyes narrowing. “Alright, Potter. What’s going on with you? You’ve been acting weird lately.”

“I’m fine,” he said quickly.

“You’re a terrible liar,” she replied, crossing her arms. “Is this about the Ball?”

Harry hesitated, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled to find the words.

Before he could respond, Madam Pince appeared, glaring at them. “No dancing in the library!”

Y/N grabbed Harry’s arm, pulling him toward the exit with a laugh. “Guess we’ll have to finish this later.”

Harry’s anger ended up reaching new heights when he stumbled upon Y/N and Cedric in the courtyard. They were standing under a tree, laughing about something Harry couldn’t hear. He hesitated behind a pillar, close enough to see but far enough to avoid being noticed.

“So,” Cedric said, leaning casually against the trunk, “are you always this difficult to impress, or am I just unlucky?”

Y/N smirked. “I have high standards. You’re doing alright so far, though.”

Cedric placed a hand over his chest in mock relief. “Good to know. I was worried I’d have to resort to reciting sonnets.”

��Oh, please,” Y/N teased, crossing her arms. “You don’t strike me as the poetry type.”

Cedric feigned offense. “And what type am I, then?”

“The charming Quidditch star who thinks his smile is enough to get by,” she said, though her tone was playful.

“Well,” Cedric replied, grinning, “is it working?”

Y/N laughed. “Maybe a little.”

“Enough to get a yes to the Yule Ball?” Cedric asked, his tone shifting to something more sincere.

Y/N hesitated, her smile softening. “Cedric, you’re sweet. And honestly, if I didn’t already have someone in mind, I’d probably say yes.”

Cedric tilted his head, a curious look in his eyes. “Someone in mind, huh? Lucky bloke. Should I be worried?”

She shook her head. “Not at all. But thank you for asking—it means a lot.”

Harry, still hidden, felt his stomach churn. She had someone in mind? Was it someone else he didn’t know about?

The revelation haunted Harry for the rest of the day. Who could she mean? George? Fred? Or someone else entirely?

By the time they reached the common room that evening, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. “So,” he began, trying to sound casual, “you’ve been spending a lot of time with Cedric lately.”

Y/N looked up from her Charms textbook, clearly amused. “Not really. Why?”

“No reason,” Harry said quickly, though his tone betrayed him.

Hermione groaned, setting down her quill. “Oh, for goodness’ sake, Harry. Just ask her already!”

“Ask me what?” Y/N asked, her brows knitting together.

Harry’s face turned crimson. “Nothing. Forget it.”

For the next few days, Harry avoided her entirely. Y/N noticed immediately, her confusion growing with each passing hour. By the time Defense Against the Dark Arts rolled around, she’d had enough.

When Harry excused himself to the bathroom mid-class, Y/N followed, cornering him just as he passed an empty broom closet.

“Inside,” she said, tugging him by the sleeve before he could protest.

“Y/N, what are you—”

“Shut it,” she snapped, closing the door behind them. “What is going on with you?”

“Nothing,” he said too quickly, avoiding her gaze.

“Don’t lie to me, Potter,” she said, crossing her arms. “You’ve been acting weird ever since—oh.” Her eyes narrowed. “This is about Cedric, isn’t it?”

Harry’s jaw clenched. “It’s not—”

“Don’t bother denying it,” she cut him off. “What, are you jealous?”

Harry’s eyes flashed. “Why would I be jealous? You’ve been flirting with half the school.”

Her brows shot up. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he said, his voice rising. “Every guy in Hogwarts and Durmstrang is lining up to ask you, and you just—just laugh and smile like it’s nothing.”

“It is nothing!” she shouted back. “I turned all of them down, Harry! Including Cedric.”

Harry froze. “You... did?”

“Yes,” she said, her tone softer now but still firm. “Because there’s only one person I want to go with.”

“Who?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

She stared at him for a long moment before stepping closer. “You, you idiot.”

Harry’s heart stuttered in his chest. “Me?”

“Obviously,” she said, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “Now, are you going to ask me, or do I have to keep turning people down?”

Swallowing his nerves, Harry met her gaze. “Y/N, will you go to the Yule Ball with me?”

Her smile widened. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Before he could process what was happening, she leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss that was both gentle and electric. When they pulled apart, Harry couldn’t stop the grin spreading across his face.

“About time,” she teased, tugging him out of the closet. “Now let’s get back to class before anyone notices we’re gone.”

The Yule Ball ended up being magical, but for Harry, the real highlight was dancing with Y/N under the enchanted ceiling, knowing they’d both found exactly what they were looking for.

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yourlocalbadgerscales · 3 months ago

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Harry: *sees rainbow through the window* Harry: *turns to Ron and grins evilly* Ron: *turns to Seamus and grins evilly* Dean: *turns to Seamus and grins evilly* Seamus: … please don’t do this aga- Harry, Ron and Dean: OH LOOK SEAMUS IT’S YOUUU Dean: Haha Irish leprechaun 🫵 Ron: Haha gayyy 🫵 Seamus: I saw Harry sneak Draco into the dorms last night and cast a Silencing Charm over his own bed before closing the curtains around himself and Draco. Dean: Harry: Ron: *turns to Harry* You did WHAT

Based on this post!

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ambitiouspotions · 1 month ago

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GREENERY | NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM | ONESHOT

summary — the plans for new year’s eve change so you smoke with neville instead

word count — 2.4k

warnings — 18+ MDNI, marijuana usage, smut

author’s note — university au! modern au!happy new year!

new year’s eve was as to be expected, especially in finding neville couped up in his college apartment with nothing to do because he didn’t want to go out to the bars. you were dressed to go out with seamus, his roommate, and a group of friends that decided it would be easier if you met by the strip of bars. though when you entered the unlocked apartment shouting seamus’ name, neville peeked his head to the side, stuffing a silver container into his pocket. you walked into the living area as neville exited the kitchenette, ensuring his body was blocking the archway with his tall frame.

“hey nev, where is seamus?” you asked, pulling up the waistband of your jeans casually.

“he’s at the bar waiting for you.” neville was still concealing the container in his pocket, but his body language relaxed completely. you sighed at his response. seamus had completely misread your messages. the only reason you went out of your way in the first place is because you didn’t want to walk alone on one of the busiest nights of the year.

“do you mind if i wait here until he answers?”

neville shook his head and motioned casually to the couch. you knew you didn’t have to ask, but you wanted to be polite. there were many times before that you were here or they were in your dorm. neville didn’t move from his spot, knowing the counter in the other room was his opened stash of weed. his body language was back to stiff, knowing you weren’t leaving until seamus contacted you.

as you sat down on the worn sofa to call seamus you wiped the cushions of the crumbs that one of the boys had left. many unanswered calls and texts later you rolled your eyes. while you tried to contact seamus one last time, you noticed neville was mindlessly scrolling on his phone. you tapped your foot in annoyance, finally, a ding came through. seamus would be back to walk you over to the bar when he finished his first drink. he figured you could help yourself to his personal reserve as an apology until he arrived.

“he said to get the liquor off the counter to pregame with,” you stood up, walking to the archway where neville was standing he leaned more into the frame.

“there’s none in there,” neville said, sliding his phone into his pocket.

“nev, don't be silly. it’s seamus; there is some form of alcohol in that room.” you laughed softly, only thinking of the times you were laid on the floor of the den halfway excited and halfway dying because you were trying to out-drink seamus.

“maybe it’s in his room.” neville said, clearing his throat and fidgeting with the ridge of the frame.

you eyed neville suspiciously. he had always been awkward and a bit quirky, but never so abrupt and stiff.

“what are you hiding?” you questioned, watching his cheeks go red and his hands start fidgeting with his pockets.

“nothing, i just don’t think—”

the moment he had moved his hands you caught a glimpse of the kitchen, the bottles of liquor were grouped on the table. “now, nev,” you said, pushing past him directly to the liquor as you whipped your head around, neville was trying to make it to his rolling tray on the counter.

“you smoke?” you were surprised, to say the least. neville was trying to collect his items quietly.

“yes, but don't tell anyone. only seamus knows,” he admitted, cringing at himself for the day his friend found out. he forgot to open the vent in the bathroom, and the moment seamus was in from class, the whole apartment smelled like a mix of majuarina and an ungodly amount of air freshener. neville was asking for forgiveness the moment seamus walked into their apartment. his eyes were red from his smoke session but also from crying. he truthfully thought seamus was going to kill him for smoking in the apartment.

“seamus got you to smoke? i mean, i am not going to say anything, but that's hilarious.” you took a bottle of clear liquor and got a couple of clean cups from the cabinet. even you had smoked before, most of the time with seamus and the friends you were meeting tonight.

“uh, no, actually i got him to smoke,” neville said, moving his shaggy brunette hair to the side. seamus had never tried it, to nevielle's surprise, but with a lot of apologizing and very little convincing, seamus had begun occasionally smoking socially from that point onward. he boys would sometimes get home from their classes or jobs, and both needed a little relaxation.

your phone dinged again right as you were about to pour the shots.

won't make it

girl from physics thinks i’m cute

your face dropped as you read the message. good for seamus, not so good for you. it was already dark outside and the street lights weren’t enough to comfort you on the walk to the bar. you stacked the cups to their original position and put seamus’ liquor in its setting.

“i’m sorry for bothering you tonight, nev. i think i’m just gonna go home.”

neville had a slight frown on his face when he noticed how disappointed you were.

“i was just going to get high and play video games, but you can join me.” he offered, placing his rolling tray and papers back on the counter. “i mean i know it isn’t as fun as the bar but i s’pose you wouldn’t be bored at your place.” he began rolling a singular joint and wiping his spilled greenery into his hand to throw away.

soon you were both situated comfortably on the sofa passing the blunt back and forth. your eyes were fixated on the screen as your hands moved on the controller. neville was carrying the match, but truthfully, you were just happy to be there after your friend canceled on you at the last minute. you eventually laid your head back and looked away from the television. your eyes were watery, causing the mascara on your lower lash line to begin getting liquidy. your mouth was parched, and seeing neville easily rise off the sofa to return to the kitchen for snacks seemed like too much of a task for you. you were grateful he was going.

“can i have something to drink?” you asked softly, only seeing neville nod his head while collecting a couple of goodies from the cupboards. when he returned you laid your head on his shoulder, his cologne still apparent even though the odor from the weed. you sipped the water he gave you and laughed. neville switched to some movie he didn’t have to focus on and leaned back against you. his face was flushed, but his anxiety was lessened due to the weed. you both shared a package of chocolates his grandmother had sent him for christmas.

neville had been a silent yet involved a friend with you. although you were closer to seamus because you went out to parties with him, the moments you were in their apartment, neville always made you feel welcomed. you never wanted to make him feel left out, especially in his own home, so you were usually the person to invite neville to come into your group, and neville was the person to ensure everyone in the group was happy.

you noticed him looking at you rather than the screen and looked up curiously. he had put down his candy package and cleared his throat.

“you okay?” you questioned.

“yeah, just haven’t been alone with someone so pretty in a while.” he rubbed his thumb over the mascara streaks to rid them from your face, causing some inner embarrassment seeing the black makeup come off on his pale digit.

“oh, nev,” you mumbled as he came closer to your face. he leaned his forehead against yours and felt your heart skipping beats as he caressed your cheek softly.

the softest kiss you ever experienced was in that moment. both of you were deeply fixated on each other rather than the background noise of the television or the beginning of the fireworks outside that would occasionally cause the dimly lit apartment to light in different colors. the night was still young as neville deepened the kiss, his hands moving to your back and your hands moving under his hoodie.

you switched your position to mounting his lap, and his eyes were locked on yours as you managed to slip his hoodie over his head. he swallowed hard, unbuttoning your jeans and folding the waistband down, his hand grasping your waist tightly as if you were going to leave. you pulled off your shirt, allowing neville to unzip your front closure bra. it made you shiver as his hands ran down your arms to take it completely off.

he was putting on a confidant facade as he allowed you to grind against him with both of your bottom halves clothed. loosely guiding your hips to adjust your position so you could feel his bulging erection. he was needy kisses against your chest, one hand now fixated on your nipples. he could tell you were enjoying his teasing touches because your breathing would stall for seconds at a time. every touch he gave was otherworldly.

“do you wanna, y/n?” neville had taken his hands off of you and took a moment of clarity.

“yeah,” you said confidently and brushed his bangs away from his eyes. the moment you got up to take down your jeans, he followed your lead, undressing himself. he reached into the drawer of the coffee table and grabbed a condom, sliding it on in preparation for you. your panties were slightly stuck to you as you pulled them off, as your arousal was already present.

you sat on his lap this time; nothing was separating you two. you leaned your face into his neck and gasped when you were fully seated. neville ran his fingers down your spine to settle you. your knees were on either side of him, beginning to bounce on his shaft he leaned his head back and placed another sturdy hold on your bottom. with this, it allowed you to sink deeper into his erection.

your eyes were closed tightly as you rode him, but occasionally peeking to see his facial expressions distort from pleasure. his mouth was agape every time you would flick your ass back just right, causing your walls to tighten onto the tip of his manhood.

neville settled you to a stop, he sat back further into the sofa and put you against his sweaty chest. he began to thrust into, his motions were faster and more consistent which caused him to repeatedly hit your g-spot as if it were a sport. the moment he heard your moans get louder he continued his upward thrusts.

“jeez, nev.” you moaned out, getting a fuzzy mind as he kept pounding into you. your heart felt as though it was going to beat out of your chest because of all the breathing you were forgetting to do in between the moans and gasps as he was causing you to perform.

“tell that to yourself, y/n. you're making me wonder why i’ve been smoking alone.” he took a deep breath and kissed your temple. he laid you down and slid his hands under your back, his hands grasping your shoulders as he entered again. your legs wrapped around his waist. the sweat on his hairline was beading as he continued his repetitive motions. he had to remove one hand to steady himself on the couch, looking down on you lustfully. neville felt as though he was in another dimension, his libido had excelled and the weed was giving him the extra courage to last longer inside your sopping wet walls.

your plump lips were parted, muttering his name, giving him more courage to continue pushing his hips into yours. your legs were looser on him now as they were shaking and your nails were digging into his chest. you arched your back letting out a loud and whiny moan as you reached your high.

it was hardly bearable to let neville finish. each thrust after your climax became more pleasurable than the last, making your already stoned mind get even more of a heightened sensitivity. when neville finished you shared a kiss, but he soon laid back on the sofa to keep the heat away from each other.

you lay staring at each other from opposite ends of the couch, the couch that had also scooted in the wrong direction, from your vigorous activities, before you knew it your eyes were closed and so were neville's. the loud bangs and pops from the fireworks didn't interrupt any of the well-deserved sleep. within a few hours, you vaguely remembered neville lying in between your legs and drifting back to sleep.

though the next morning when the light was barely creeping in seamus came in loudly, causing neville to quickly cover you with his discarded hoodie, he pulled his sweatpants over his crotch so he wasn't fully naked when his roommate would saw you on the couch together.

“YOU PULLED AND I DIDN’T?”

his anger was well deserved because the girl from his physics lecture led him on the whole night only to get free drinks. instead of getting laid, he slept on the dorm room floor using his jacket as a pillow.

“oh, mate, ew,” he continued as he stepped further into the living area to see the half-eaten chocolates, ashtray, and condom lying messily in the den. “gross,” he said looking around at the clothes and noticed a scuff on the floor from the couch moving.

you sink into the sofa, happy that you are somewhat covered from seamus’ judging glare.

“just go in the other room so y/n can get dressed,” neville said, leaning against you more so you weren't as exposed to seamus’ eyes.

seamus shooed him with his hand, cringing as he walked back to his bedroom. “we need a new couch!” he exclaimed, then the slamming door was heard.

“next time don’t cancel then!” you yelled back to hear him curse. you and neville pulled on your clothes tiredly.

“i’d kind of want him to cancel again,” neville admitted, pushing back your messy hair.

“i don’t think he will again, so that means have to make our own plans now.”

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