#neville x reader smut

[bethsvrse]

STOP MAKING MY LIL AWKWARD NERDY BOYS BE CONFIDENT AND SO SURE OF THEMSELVES!!! I LIKE THEM BECAUSE THEY’RE NERDY NOT BECAUSE YOU FANFIC WRITERS MAKE THEM EGO MANIC ASSHOLES

[fredgeorgegredfeorge]

Green-Eyed Monster | F.W.

For the first time ever, Fred Weasley finds himself jealous over the only person in the world he needn’t worry a bit about.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x f!reader

Word count: 8k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, oral + fingering (f!receiving, (lots of) dirty talk, name calling, praise/degradation, dom/sub dynamic, some nipple play, touch of a breeding kink, possessiveness/jealousy, some toxic themes, established relationship, swearing, drinking, arguing, angst, fluff, sorry if miss any!

first hp fic in a very long time! what better to post than this mess (jealous, possessive, sexy mess). basically pwp—let me know what you think! (Barely edited at all lmao my apologies)

You sat quietly at George’s desk, eyes focused on a piece of parchment as you both tried to break down the recipe George had scribbled down. There was a hiccup, a hitch in the plan of brewing a batch of Euphoria Elixir for the joke shop, and it was pushing back your plans to place them on the shelves this week. After a few hours of quiet deliberation on his lonesome, George decided to seek your help in hopes of speeding up the process.

So, the two of you put your heads together and re-read the ingredient list a million times, wondering how the hell it turned out murky green instead of sunshine-y yellow. The cauldron sat smoldering across the room, a rain cloud above it as the bubbly mixture spilled over the sides. Upon first glance, you had stated the absolute obvious.

“Isn’t that supposed to be a rainbow?” You raised an eyebrow, looking at your brother-in-law as he collapsed in his chair.

“Yes, you git.” George rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. You shot him a sharp look, warning him to be nice if he wanted your help. You knew George didn’t mean any of the insults—he was simply frustrated and maybe even a little embarrassed that he could not figure it out by himself. “Sorry, Y/N.” He conceded, realizing he came on a bit too strong.

“S’alright.” You assured him, stepping towards the desk where he sat. “Where’s the ingredient list? We’ll start there.” You offered, knowing you would help no matter how poor of a mood he was in. You loved George almost as much as you loved Fred, if you had to compare. Even if it was in a different way, you had a hard time refusing him when he used the same charm tactics as his twin brother.

After spending so many years in a relationship with Fred, it would be obscure for you not to have a bond with the closest person to him. Over the years, he’d surpassed a friend and had grown into your own brother. You were certain that no matter where life took you and Fred, George would always hold a special place in your heart. When the two opened their shop in Diagon Alley, you volunteered most of your free time to help them in any way you could, and whether it was tweaking new products or doing some of the dirty work, you never really minded.

That evening in specific, Fred was off on some ‘official business’, which really just meant meeting with a potential product buyer at The Leaky Cauldron. Last month, George took the burden of doing so, and they decided it was only fair for him to do it this time. Unfortunately for you, as much as you loved supporting them, it did interfere with your evening plans with him. So, sulking and trying your best to swallow it down, you distracted yourself with stocking shelves downstairs to prepare for another busy day ahead.

You were actually near grateful when George emerged from the office, calling out to you in desperation. It gave you a break from the monotonous back and forth, and someone to talk to. If it could not be Fred, you decided George was the next best.

“So, what’d’ya think it could be?” George asked, peeking over the cauldron that was still spitting back at him. He dodged out of the way, trying his best not to get any of the splashback on his new jumper.

“Well, from what you’ve told me, seems like you put all the right stuff in.” You deducted, pursing your lips slightly as you read over the list for what seemed like the millionth time. “Sad as it sounds, I doubt we can save it now, even if we figure out what happened.” You said, recalling your potions knowledge that Snape had relayed over the years.

“Right, but I’d like to know what’s wrong before I try again.” He explained, taking a moment to look over your sad expression. His eyebrows furrowed, his head cocking to the side as he tried to figure out where it was coming from. “What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Your eyes flickered upwards to meet his, your cheeks tinged red from the heat of the room. Your lips dipped into a frown as you shrugged your shoulders, brushing him off so you did not need to explain yourself. “I know you better than that. Come on, now.” He urged, placing his palms flat against the desk as he leaned towards you, a challenging look in his eye.

You narrowed your brows, keeping a stony expression as you met his gaze. “What’s it to you, Weasley?” You shot back, unsure of where your defensive nature was coming from. Perhaps you weren’t willing to discuss your relationship problems with your boyfriend’s twin brother, or maybe it was because you felt foolish for being upset at all.

“Reckon we’re past that, hmm? Your problems are our problems, and all.” He responded, also unsure of why you were being so reserved with your thoughts. Usually, you were an open book, especially with the two of them.

“My problems aren’t your problems, Georgie.” You shook your head, shutting down the ridiculous notion. “Let’s get back to the real problem, yeah?”

“No, I don’t think so.” George disagreed, his concern now over something completely different. “Is it about Fred?” At that, the tips of your ears began to burn and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “Ah, I see.” A devious smile crossed his lips.

“It’s not a big deal.” You covered your tracks, tapping the ink-less quill against the worn parchment.

“I have a hard time believing you, considering you just lied to me.”

“Lied is a strong word,” you rolled your eyes, quickly realizing that there would be no escaping the conversation. “I didn’t lie about anything.”

“What’s he done?”

“Nothing!” You exclaimed, a dry laugh leaving your lips. “It’s just… I’m just being dramatic.” And it’s true, you were being dramatic. Well, maybe not fully, but that’s what you were trying to convince yourself of. “I just miss him, I suppose. I know you both have been busy, but I think maybe I underestimated how busy you would actually be.” You continued, knowing it was wrong to confide in his twin brother about your relationship issues. Still, it felt good to get it off your chest, to voice the concern and have someone shoot you down, just so you knew you were being irrational. “This is the third night in a row we’ve canceled our plans. I’ll get over it. It’s no big deal.”

“That’s a big deal.” He hummed, sympathizing with you to make you feel better. “Bloody inconsiderate, if you ask me.” But you weren’t asking him, and somehow his justification of your feelings only made you feel worse. “What? Not allowed to speak my mind?”

“No—“ you let out a defeated sigh, slumping down in your seat. “I know that, but I was hoping you would tell me I’ve gone mad, instead.”

“Blimey, Y/N, you’re allowed to be upset. We're busy, yeah, but you’re still his girlfriend.” George said, jumping slightly when the rain cloud above the cauldron let out a crack of thunder. “If you’d rather, we can forget the elixir and grab dinner instead. I’m not Fred, but I’m pretty damn close.” He gave you a cheeky smile, earning an honest laugh from you.

“S’alright, Georgie. Thank you, though.” You appreciated his kindness, but you were sure it would only make your predicament even worse, considering Fred’s recently acquired short-fuse when it came to you and George spending so much time together. It was odd for him to be so protective, so jealous of the one person in the world he needn’t worry about, but it seemed as though the new trait was permanent. Perhaps it came from the fact he was also missing you due to your busy schedules, and how it sometimes seemed you and George were most often left at the shop alone.

“You know, I have noticed that lately.” George continued, leaning against the desk as he reminisced over the last few weeks. “Always seems to be us stuck here together.”

“Mhm.” You mumbled, slowly realizing that you weren’t as insane as you previously thought if he was noticing all of the same things. “Let’s just figure this out so I can get home.”

So you did. A grueling hour spent recounting George’s every step in brewing the elixir left the two of you puzzled and even more frustrated. By that point in the night, you were hunched over the long list of his steps you had jotted down so you could (hopefully) discover what he missed.

“I dunno, Georgie.” You sighed. “Seems like you did everything—“ you cut yourself off, leaning closer to the page on the desk as you caught something you hadn’t seen before.

“What?” He asked, his head snapping towards you. “What is it?”

“You said when you let it simmer, it was turquoise.” You said, looking up at him.

“Yeah, so?” He replied, confused why it was such a big deal.

“It’s meant to be blue.” You explained, a grin on your face as you relayed the information to him.

“Turquoise… blue… same thing, innit?” He asked, standing and walking over to you.

“Maybe to you.” You giggled, pointing to the piece of paper where he missed the step. “After you add the shrivelfig, you have to stir it until it changes color.” He walked up behind you, placing one hand on your arm as he leaned over your opposite shoulder. He smelled of butterbeer, likely due to the one he’d been nursing the entire time you sat together. You immediately noticed the warmth of his body, how similar it felt to how Fred touched you, but how drastically different it was all the same.

“Blimey, you’re right!” He exclaimed, his voice still soft so he was not yelling in your ear. “What would I do without you?” He gave your arm a gentle squeeze, leaning closer and pressing the side of his face to yours in a makeshift hug. His hand dropped to your back, lingering there as the conversation continued.

“It’s nothing, really.” You smiled, closing your eyes to enjoy the warmth for a moment. “So now you know. You can do it again, but make sure to stir it until it’s blue. By tomorrow, we’ll have it bottled and on the shelves just like we planned.”

“Our number one girl, saving the day yet again.” He sighed in relief. “I better get to it—“

Before his thought could finish, the door to the office swung open, cutting him short. Your eyes turned upwards, landing on a slightly drunken version of the boyfriend who’d abandoned your evening plans. The gloss of his eyes and the goofy smile on his lips led you to believe so, and the redness on the apples of his cheeks only solidified it. Only his cheeky grin didn’t last too long when he processed the scene in front of him, how close the two of you were, how heavy George’s hand seemed on your back and how rosy your own cheeks were.

Quickly, his jaw tightened, his gaze narrowing as he tried to decipher the whole situation. His nostrils flared ever so slightly, and his arms raised to cross over his chest. Immediately, you knew what you’d be in for; a long, tiresome argument that changed absolutely nothing. Instead of fighting the silent accusations, defending yourself for no real reason at all, you watched him with the same intensity while you awaited a snide comment.

“So what’s all this, then?” Fred asked, his face clearly conveying all of his emotions.

“Helping Georgie make the elixir while you were off getting sloshed at The Leaky Cauldron.” You muttered, noticing George straighten himself up in hopes of avoiding any further damage.

“I was not getting sloshed, I was doing business.” He corrected, defensive over the fact. “S’pose you were hoping I’d take a little longer, yeah? Give you some more time to cozy up with my brother?”

“Blimey, Fred. If you took any longer, I’d imagine you’d have to move in with the lad.” George took your side on the matter. “At least she wouldn’t have to worry about you missing dinner again.” At that, Fred’s eyes cut to you, immediately understanding where the underlying tension was coming from.

“Is that right?” Fred’s voice was no louder than a whisper, all of the pieces clicking together in an instant. “I don’t suppose the two of you had dinner? Let him fill in for me while I was gone?”

“No, we did not.” You snipped, standing as you gathered the ingredients for George’s second attempt at the brew.

“Yeah, right. What else did he fill in for, sweetheart? Anything you think I should know?” At that, your eyes widened and your face turned red. Your entire body felt like it was engulfed in flames, appalled that he would even think such a thing.

“Piss off, Fred.” You muttered, stepping out from behind the desk as tears stung your eyes. George shot you a sympathetic look as you pushed past his brother and out into the stairwell. You trodded down to the main level, swiping fallen tears away from your cheeks as you rushed out the front entrance of the building.

The cool air of the night was nice, especially after spending so long cramped up in the tiny office space, but it was not as freeing as you might have hoped once you heard footsteps following behind you. Without acknowledging him, you pulled your keys from your pocket, hoping that maybe he forgot his own set and you wouldn’t have to deal with his drunken arguments tonight if you got inside before him.

Of course, you knew that was childish and cruel, because despite being upset with him, loving him was the only thing you knew how to do. You unlocked the front door, holding it open with your boot-clad foot as he stumbled his way behind you. As soon as he passed through the doorway, you continued on your journey to ignore him and tossed your keys on the counter.

“Hey,” Fred reached out, his warm hand landing on your arm, stopping you from running any further from him.

“What?” You snapped, immediately regretting the harshness of your tone. He recoiled at the sound, shocked that you spoke to him in such a way. Usually the two of you saw eye to eye on everything, and in your long standing relationship arguing had never been your thing. Until you left school, you were certain the two of you had never been angry at each other, ever.

“What the bloody hell was that about? I leave for a few hours, and the two of you get on like that? Does that happen every time I step out?” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes again, wondering why this became such a problem in the few short months you’d been graduated.

“Merlin, Fred. You’re acting like you caught us in a broom closet.” You tried again to make your way to the bedroom, unwilling to argue a point he knew was blasphemous anyhow. “We were working, not fucking.”

“Yeah, but I bet you would’ve let him, right?” He grabbed your hand, spinning you back around to face him. He pulled you into him, his athletic build never leaving him even after he stopped playing quidditch. “Bitching and moaning cause I couldn’t be home to take you to dinner… if you were so upset, why didn’t you come to me, princess? Tell me what was wrong?” You could smell fire whiskey on his breath, feeling his chest heaving with anger against your own. As angry as you were, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of arousal run through you. The slight sneer on his face, the fire in his eyes, and the protective hold he had on you was sending your head spinning with thoughts much less pertinent to the topic at hand.

“Maybe I would have if you spared me the time of day.” You argued, finding yourself short of breath as you realized just how much he towered over you. “But, as it seems, you’ve been too damn busy to spare me a second glance.”

“Christ, when did you get so needy?” His rebuttal came easy, like he’d been waiting to have this fight for weeks. “Weren’t satisfied at home, so you thought my brother could do it for you?”

“Are you daft?” You hissed, feeling his fingers tighten on your hips. You hated that the feeling made you forget about your troubles, urging you to push the argument to the side and settle it in a better, more pleasurable way. “If that’s what I wanted, you think I’d be up here arguing with you?”

“That depends, sweetheart. Were you planning on getting caught?” He raised an eyebrow, the thud of his heart against his chest letting you know just how worked up he was. There was no way he truly believed you would do that to him, especially after all you had been through together. You wondered if maybe the lack of time spent with each other was getting to him, souring his thoughts because he missed you just as much as you missed him. “We may be identical, Princess, but he could never give you what I can.”

You hated to admit it, but for some strange reason, jealousy looked really good on him.

“What, a headache and a poor mood?” You decided to play his game if he wasn’t willing to listen to reason. If he wanted to fight, you could do it too. “I’m sure he could manage. In fact, he could probably do a hell of a lot more.” That seemed to strike a nerve in him, pushing him over the edge in an instant and changing the entire mood hanging heavy in the room. He no longer wanted to talk, but rather prove a point.

He took a step backwards, never easing his hold as he pushed you towards the kitchen table. He didn’t stop until your ass hit the edge, a mischievous look in his eye replacing the earlier annoyance. He had you locked in place, no intent to back down as he stared down at you over the bridge of his nose. Then, a small smirk turned the corner of his lips, leading you to believe he was also thinking of a much more simple way to solve your problems.

“Maybe you just need a reminder of who you belong to, yeah?” He asked, his voice quieter than it was before. You felt your mouth run dry, your eyes never leaving his as a dull ache between your legs began to pester you.

That would make you feel better, but he had pissed you off enough that you wanted to refuse him the satisfaction.

“Maybe we should get Georgie up here. According to you, he’d be the one to set me straight.” There was a slight venom in your tone letting him know you wouldn’t be letting anything go so easily. A low chuckle shook his shoulders, his eyes gleaming with a sinister look you weren’t sure you’d ever seen from him before that night. He shook his head ever so slightly, playing into you as he reached one arm behind you.

Your heart raced as you awaited a response, wondering if maybe you pushed him too far and crossed a boundary you could not double back on. You didn’t have to wonder long, because without a second thought, he cleared all of the items littering the table with one swift move of his arm. Papers scattered everywhere, floating through the air and landing all over the floor. Broken products and half finished merchandise for the shop tumbled off the edge, falling less than gracefully onto the tile below. Without ever breaking eye contact, he raised an eyebrow, daring you to say it again.

“You think he can fuck you better than I can?” He asked, giving you the opportunity to change your mind.

“Right now? Yeah.” You spat, wondering if he’d ever drop the act and get on with his day. “Seems like all you want to do is get on my nerves.”

“Yeah?” He challenged, his face so close to yours you could feel his breath on your skin. The tip of his nose grazed your own, his normally warm and comforting irises engulfed by his lust-blown pupils. Or perhaps it was anger that gave him the new look—you weren’t quite sure. “You’d rather go home with him at night? Wake up next to him every morning? Is that really what you want, princess?” He taunted, knowing very well that your heart was his, even if he found himself caught up in a few moments of doubt.

Still neglecting to give him any gratification, you nodded your head despite the sickening feeling that washed over you at the thought. As if he called your bluff before you ever said it aloud, he laughed at the certainty in your action, which only seemed to anger you further.

“If that’s the case, seems like I’ve got my work cut out for me tonight.” He responded, brushing the comment off as if it were nothing. If there was one thing Fred couldn’t ever turn down, it was a challenge, and since coming upstairs with you, it was only further proven to him that’s all this was. “Maybe I’ve gotten too comfortable, sweetheart. After so long, you think you’d know that you’re mine, huh?” Before he continued his tyrant, he used his hands on your hips to lift you onto the table with ease. The ache between your legs had grown stronger, more intense and impossible to ignore. You could feel the wetness soaking through your panties, and the thought of his strong arms lifting you so carelessly only made you spiral further. “Maybe I expect too much of you.” He theorized, recognizing the gleam in your eyes because he’d seen it a thousand times before.

He let his hands trail under the hem of your jumper, settling on the button of your jeans as he undid it with ease. You never let your eyes trail from his face, realizing that no matter how upset you were, it could never take away from how much you loved him. He was beautiful, his fiery red hair and the freckles splattered across his cheeks and nose creating a perfect picture. The softness of his complexion and the gentleness hidden deep in his expression assured you that whatever the two of you were doing was nothing more than an act. He knew you were his just as well as you did, but he knew the only way to settle the (admittedly, misguided) fear was to hear you say it aloud.

You helped him pull the fabric from your legs, wrapping your arms around his neck as you lifted your hips from the table. He discarded the clothing on the floor, paying no mind to it as he returned his hands to your bare legs. His eyes searched your face, carefully looking for any sign of discomfort. Instead, he was met with a pleading expression that only seemed to fuel his too large ego even further.

“No matter,” he disregarded his earlier rant, his eyes growing heavy as his hand fell between your legs. His fingertips grazed the thin fabric separating him from your core, a shiver running down his spine as he noticed the arousal that had soaked straight through. “I don’t mind having to show you. Least I’ll get to have my fun too, yeah?” He applied slight pressure to your aching clit, watching to see your reaction. Your eyebrows knitted together, your lips parting slightly as your hips moved forward into his hand, your body betraying your mind and begging him for something more.

At that, a grin encased his face, happy to see that he hadn’t lost his touch, even if your lives were vastly different and ever-changing by the day. He knew exactly how to make you feel good, and he took pride in it.

“See, Princess? She’ll always tell me the truth.” He taunted, his voice quiet as his eyes trailed down to his hand. You swallowed hard, knowing he had you in a stalemate. “Tell me again, who do you think knows how to make you feel good? Who does it best?” He was on a power trip, unwilling to slow down until he heard you admit it. Still, you stood your ground, pressing your lips tightly together so not a single sound could pass through. His grin faded, slowly sinking into a scowl as your disobedience remained clear.

He removed his finger from you, tracing the hem of your panties as he hooked his finger through the side of the fabric resting on your hip. He awaited an answer, giving you the opportunity to change your mind. When you kept your stoicism, he gave one, hard tug on the lacy fabric until it snapped in two. He used his other hand to do it to the opposite side, giving himself easy access to you without hearing a complaint on your end.

“So you don’t care who’s between your legs?” He continued, unrelenting as you stared him down. “Doesn’t matter who, as long as there’s a cock in you? As long as someone’s taking care of your pretty pussy?” Your cheeks flushed, your chest burning as the filthy words washed over you. “Doesn’t matter, sweetheart. When I’m done with you, I’ll be the only person you can think of. Surely then you won’t be able to forget who you belong to.”

His hand connected with your bare cunt, his fingers trailing through your arousal and settling over your clit as he began to trace slow circles into the sensitive area. Your legs trembled at the contact, finally feeling some relief from the nagging sensation that had been taking over.

“Fuck. Fred.” You whispered, giving yourself away immediately. He let out a low hum, pleased with the sound and knowing he was the reason for it. He had you where he wanted you, and now he just had to keep up the pace. You could feel his hardening length against your leg, distracting you completely from the pent up anger and frustration.

“That’s it.” He encouraged, his middle finger sinking inside of you as he let his thumb take over on your clit. “That’s my girl.” He made sure to accentuate the claim, never once letting you forget it. “All you needed was a little help remembering.” Slowly, he pumped his finger into you, keeping time with his thumb as he began to work you towards a climax. “You want to say it for me? Tell me what I already know?” Instead of responding, you let out a whine, your hips bucking forward into his hand. Although it wasn’t what he was looking for, it was just enough for him to keep going.

He curled his fingers as he pumped them into you, begging for a reaction as your hand wrapped around his bicep for support. You felt the tense of his muscles as he worked at you, only pushing you closer to insanity. You were his, undoubtedly and wholeheartedly, and you would be crazy to ever want anyone else.

“Stubborn little thing tonight.” He remarked, his eyes focused on the point in which his hand met with you, never breaking his stare as he watched his fingers disappear into you. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Need more, Freddie.” You replied, your eyes squeezed shut as you felt the pleasure pulsing under your skin. It had been a long time since you felt him this way, and your impatience was quite clear.

“My little whore needs more?” He teased, applying a little more pressure with his thumb. A gasp fell from your lips, sending your upper half leaning forward until your forehead rested against his. “Asking a lot from someone you aren’t being very good for.” He chastised you for your behavior despite being the one that caused the problem in the first place.

“M’sorry, my love. S-so sorry.” You rushed out, his fingers brushing against the sweet spot inside you only he knew how to find.

“That’s not what I want to hear sweetheart, and you know it.” His tone was firm, unrelenting as he continued his torment. You let out a groan of frustration, wishing he’d quicken the pace and give you what you wanted, even though you refused to give in to him.

He leaned forward, closing the gap between your mouths as he grew tired of waiting for the words he wanted to hear. He tasted like the whiskey that had been fuelling his poor mood, sweet and bitter all at once as his tongue grazed your bottom lip. You hated how easy it was for him to turn you into a mess, hated how easy it was for him to make you forget you were angry at all. You pulled him closer to you, holding his arm tightly so he would not pull away. You were stubborn, but despite that, you were showing him everything he wanted to see through your actions alone.

You broke from the kiss as a particularly intense wave of euphoria pulled your stomach. Your forehead continued to rest on his, holding you upright as he continued to give you just enough to keep you satisfied.

“Say it, princess.” His voice was low, raspy and laced with desire as he watched you turn into a mess below him. “Tell me you’re all mine. Tell me I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.” Instead, you connected your mouths again, letting a desperate moan out at the same time. He drank in the sound, his cock throbbing as his hips jutted forward into nothing. He was almost more desperate than you were, which only allowed for you to take him less seriously.

“G-gonna have to try harder than that.” You found a peculiar pleasure in leaving him on edge, giving him a taste of his own medicine as he continued to torture both of you at once. “Show me why I should say it, Freddie. Seems like you’re all t-talk.” You stuttered, tripping over your words as you tried to keep your composure.

He withdrew his hand from you, making you cry out in frustration from the loss of pleasure. Your eyes met his, desperation written all over your face as you protested his actions. Silently, he sunk to his knees between your legs, pulling you to the edge of the table by your hips. He didn’t spare a single glance at your face before his tongue connected with your core, the warm wetness of his tongue even more pleasurable than the rough pad of his thumb.

You laid back on the table, your hands sinking downwards and tangling in the soft locks of hair. Although you were denying him of the statement he wanted to hear, you could not deny that your last argument was wholly untrue. Fred was determined to prove a point, and he was doing it well.

You weren’t far off from an orgasm, his tongue making quick work at pushing you to the edge. The sounds falling from your lips were telling of your current state, and as delirium began to set in, your defenses began to break down.

He suctioned his lips around your clit, adding his fingers to the mix and returning to his earlier pace to torture you further. Every nerve in your body was ablaze with desire, need seeping from every pore as you realized just how badly you needed the release. Sick of the game, you finally broke in fear he would leave you hanging yet again.

“Oh, god.” You gasped, your legs resting over his shoulders in attempt to stop the constant trembling of the lips. “I’m yours, Fred, fuck!” You exclaimed, a sheen layer of sweat forming over your forehead as the knot in your belly began to tighten. “Only you can make me feel this good. Nobody else.” You whined, your fingers tightening on the locks of hair as you began to tug at the strands. You could feel him smiling against you, happy to finally hear you admit the truth.

Pleased with your confessions, he curled his fingers against your g-spot one last time, generously giving you the very thing you’d been pleading for. In a mess, your entire body tensed as the pleasure took hold. The orgasm washed over you, leaving your heart racing against your chest and your head swirling with filthy thoughts for the boy between your legs. A hum of approval let you know he was more than happy with your performance, and he kept his pace until he felt you relax against the table below you.

Once he knew he’d gotten the most out of you, he rose to his feet, towering over you as you laid below him. In the dim moonlight, you could see your orgasm glistening on his chin, only furthering his cockiness as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip so he did not waste a drop of it.

“Always taste so sweet, princess.” He whispered, using one hand to free himself from his pants and his boxers. “And it’s all for me.” He continued, slipping his shirt from his head. He used it to wipe his face clean before tossing it on the floor to join the growing pile of clothes. With shaky hands, you lifted your upper half from the table and pulled your own jumper over your head. “Isn’t that right?” He stepped toward, settling between your legs as his hands ghosted over your bare thighs.

You let out a whimper, his grip landing on your already sore hips as his eyes raked over your entire frame. Your gaze flickered to his cock, hard and aching for relief as he continued to tease you. His fingers tickled your stomach as he trailed his touch upwards, his palm landing flat against your breast as he gave it a gentle squeeze. He let the pad of his thumb brush over your hardened nipple, sending another wave of pleasure through you.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” He wasn’t playing anymore; he wanted to hear the words, and he was done with your obstinacy. He pinched your nipple between his thumb and forefinger,

“Yes,” you huffed, already forgetting the pleasure from your first climax as a whole new wave of need began to take over. “I’m yours, Fred. All yours.” You reiterated your earlier statement, now willing to do whatever he wanted of you to prove the point.

“Tell me how bad you want it.” He shot you a twisted little smile, almost as if he was getting off just from the thought of you begging for him.

“I need it, baby. Need to feel you, please.” You whined, reaching for his arms and pulling him closer. “Want you so bad, Fred. Been waiting all night for it.” You felt the tip of his cock connect with your cunt, his expression faltering as soon as he felt the wetness.

“God, you make it so hard to be upset with you.” He hissed the words through his teeth, using his hand to guide himself through your folds as he sucked in a sharp breath. He settled himself just over your already sensitive clit, pushing his hips forward ever so slightly to apply pressure to the spot. “Sound so pretty when you’re begging to be fucked.”

Slowly, he let his tip run back through your arousal, settling the head just at your entrance. He pushed himself forward, but just barely. You whimpered as you braced yourself for the feeling, only to be let down when he stopped himself from going any further.

“Fred,” you warned, catching his eye so he could see your desperate face. You hoped that if he did, he would stop being such a tease. “Please fuck me.”

“What was that?” He smirked, turning his head slightly so his ear was closer to you. “Didn’t quite catch it.”

“Fred, stop—“ you cut yourself off, letting out a huff of annoyance. You knew chastising him for his actions would only make him less likely to give in, even if it was incredibly hard to hold it back. “I need you to fuck me.” You repeated, clearer and louder in hopes of swaying his decision. “Can’t wait any longer, baby. Please.”

At that, he pushed forward the rest of the way, sending your entire body raising with goosebumps. The stretch as he filled you was exactly what you craved, and as he reached the hilt, his tip brushed against your g-spot so delicately that it almost made you come undone right then and there. Your eyelids grew heavy with satisfaction, focusing on how full you felt with him inside of you, knowing that he for certain would always be the one for you.

“That good enough for you, Princess? This is what you wanted?” He asked, letting himself rest inside you for a moment. He felt your walls flutter around him, pulling him even further and making it harder for him to resist you.

“Mhm,” you hummed, giving him a tired nod of agreement. You could feel him throbbing inside of, desperate for a release just like you had been moments before, but he was still trying to prove his point.

“Nobody else gets to have you like this, sweetheart. You’re mine.” He whispered, now sober from the alcohol but intoxicated by an even stronger, deadlier force; you. “He couldn’t fuck you like this, and you know it.” As he spoke, he withdrew his hips and slammed them forward into you again. The action stole the breath from your lungs, twisting your stomach with pleasure as your nails scratched over his skin.

He began at a pace, slower than normal but the force behind his movements making your head spin. You moaned quietly, lost within the feeling of being so close to him. He never failed to take your breath away, never failed to amaze you with his every move. You were so in love with him it sometimes felt like there was no room within your heart for anyone or anything else.

“Tell me, Y/N.” He ordered, his stare never wavering as he fucked into you. As much as he wanted to succumb to the sensation of you wrapped around him, he found it hard to push the thoughts of your earlier arguments out of his head. “You think he’d fuck you like this? You think he could make you feel this good?”

“No, Freddie.” You gasped, feeling the strength of his thrusts increase, sending the legs of the table wobbling. His fingers tightened on your hips, likely leaving behind angry red marks that would fade into reminders of him for days to come.

“That’s it, Princess.” He panted, his chest heaving as he tried to resist the pull of pleasure. “Don’t you think, not even for a second, that anyone can give you half of what I can.” You both knew this to be fact; nobody in the entire world could ever compare to him. “And why do you think that is?”

“‘C-cause I’m yours,” you managed to stutter out the response, watching him as the statement washed over. He brought his hand to your thigh, your legs wrapped tightly around you as he pulled you back on him with every thrust. His head fell back on his shoulders, the dim light of the room casting a beautiful hue over his already breathtaking features.

“That’s right,” he grunted, slamming his hips forward again. There was a thin layer of sweat sheen on his chest, the toned muscles of his abdomen flexing every time he moved. The exposed columns of his neck made your mouth water, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed back his own groans of pleasure. “Was that why you were mouthing off? You just needed someone to take care of you? Just needed me to fuck you?”

“God, yes.” You moaned, feeling the pressure in your belly begin to reach a peak.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart? All over my cock?” He smiled, looking down at you so he could appreciate the view. “Come on now, making a fucking mess of it.”

“Fuck,” you whimpered, his words hitting you hard and causing the tightening knot in your belly to tense even further.

“That’s my pretty girl. Just like that.” He continued to encourage you, studying your expression as pleasure began to twist it.

It didn’t take much more for you to descend into another orgasm, your entire body quivering as you cried out for him, singing his name like a hymn and he was the god in which you prayed to. Your throat was raw, raspy from the constant string of moans passing your lips. You were tired, almost too fucked out to continue on, but he was having none of it. He didn’t slow his pace as you came down from the high, instead speeding up and ensuring that he pulled your entire body down on him as he fucked into you.

“Freddie, please.” You breathed, feeling the threat of overstimulation begin to creep in. He would have had sympathy had he known you couldn’t take it, but he was confident in your ability to keep up with him.

“What’s wrong, Princess? Wanted it so bad and now you can’t handle it?” He asked, his eyes glazed over with lust as he felt himself approaching his own orgasm. You frowned at his words, now on a quest to prove your own point as you tried to ignore the stinging beginning to set in.

“I can t-take it.” You huffed, a shiver running down your spine as he reached upwards and palmed your breast. He gave the supple flesh a gentle squeeze, his eyes closing in bliss as he let himself slip out of the persona he had created.

“Being so good for me—just a bit longer now.” He whispered, his voice far away as his eyes settled over your face once more. “Bloody hell, Y/N.” he groaned, his forehead creasing as his eyebrows furrowed together. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

He slipped his hand between your legs, his thumb landing atop your clit. He traced slow circles, knowing you were a bit further behind him and unwilling to climax without giving you at least one more. He could see how tired you were, but it did not deter him from his commitment to pleasing you.

“I love you, Fred.” You whispered, softened entirely by the sweet look in his eyes. All of his previous anger fled, leaving him just as the boy you’d fallen so hopelessly for.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He hummed, his hips stuttering and his stature faltering. “Give me one more, yeah? I know you can do it.” And he was right, your entire body was ablaze with another orgasm much more powerful than the last two.

“Together?” You gasped, reaching up and settling your palm on his cheek.

“Yeah? You want to cum with me?” He encouraged your train of thought. “Want me to fill that pretty cunt? Really show you who you belong to?”

“Fuck yes, please.” You cried, your fingertips tangling in the locks of hair hanging over his ears. Your walls clenched around him, drawing him in and effortlessly finishing what you had started.

You felt his hips stall, a low growl leaving his lips as he pulled you down on him one last time. He managed to whisper your name as he spilled his release into you, the feeling of him filling you completely sending you spiraling on your own accord. You let out a defeated sigh, the tail end of it turning into a whine as your body went rigid. Your nails scratched at the skin of his arm, your hand on him the only thing keeping you tied to earth instead of floating up and through the clouds.

The both of you rode the high together, euphoria infiltrating every nerve in both of your bodies as he leaned down towards you. Ever so gently, he laid his head on your chest, which was still heaving as you tried to catch up from the lack of oxygen. He placed a plethora of small kisses against the warm skin, his eyes fluttering closed as he appreciated the comfort that came with your company.

Silence hung heavy between you for a few moments, neither of you sure where to go from there. You were still strung out on bliss, barely remembering what got the two of you in the position until he spoke again.

“M’sorry, sweetheart.” His voice barely broke through the room, so timid and shy that you almost missed it completely. “I know you’d never do that. Just got in my head, I s’pose.”

“I… I get it.” You sighed, twisting a lock of his hair. “If I walked in on that, after us being so.. you know. I’d likely feel it too.” You confessed. “I was upset that we had to cancel dinner. I am upset, but not at you.” You tried your best to explain yourself despite exhaustion eating away at your mind. “I’m just upset because I miss you. You’re so busy now, and I’m happy for you, really, but I miss you too.”

“You think I was bloody happy about it?” Fred chuckled, the tip of his fingers tracing shapes into your skin. “I’d much rather be here, with you.” At that, you relaxed completely, understanding that you had gotten too far into your own head. “It’s my favorite place to be. Always has been.”

“Mine too, Fred.” You hummed, smiling softly at the thought.

“I reckon I was a bit jealous, ‘specially at the thought of you and George spending so much time with each other. Would rather it be me, you know, sitting at the shop and laughing with you all night… taking you out for dinner… loving you.” Another gentle kiss was placed to your chest, just before he looked up to meet your eyes. The soft, warm, familiar sight made you feel at ease. He was back to being your Fred, the one you missed all along.

“Darling, you have nothing to be jealous about.” You promised, smiling as he placed a quick peck on your lips. “Though, if it means we get to have brilliant sex like that, by all means do what you have to do.” You explained. “Bloody brilliant, at that.” Without any further words, the two of you descended into a fit of laughter and the clouds that previously hung above your head seemingly cleared in an instant, easily proving to him there was really never a need to worry at all.

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Keep Me (In the Shadows)

Word Count: 5.4k

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female reader

Warnings!: 18+, unprotected, impregnation

Synopsis: The walls of Hogwarts contain many secrets of their own, but on a late night, you and Draco Malfoy find yourselves uncovering one of your very own.

“Is it true,” Draco begins, voice ragged and rough around the edges, “that everything in this blasted castle resets at midnight?”

You watch the way the hem of his ebony robe propels on a soft wind over the dusty cobblestone tiles of the corridor. He remains a few strides ahead as he always does, walking quickly, yet aimlessly. He’d once told you it’d been his way of deflecting attention. If his eyes remained straight ahead, naturally he’d be unaware that you’re following his every move or anyone else for that matter.

So, you trail him inconspicuously, keeping your eyes glued to the empty corridor walls, the back of his robe, and his platinum hair with no real destination in your mind either. Your only goal is not getting caught alone with him this late in the night when students are forbidden to be outside of their dorms. If one were to stop you two, say a professor, you’d both lie and say you were returning to your respective areas. Draco’s speed walking would be believable enough.

“I’m sure there may be some logic behind that, but ultimately, I doubt it…”

“And you and Potter? Did that relationship reset at midnight? Better yet, what’s the logic behind that?”

Draco practically spits the words out in spite and you come to a sudden halt as they echo throughout the corridor. His words are far too large for a space so empty, for a space where perked, attentive ears may overhear or eavesdrop. In a corridor where lurking eyes may pry around corners in search of the next day’s gossip, you have to be careful. It’d happened before, not to you and Draco, but other students, and their secret escapades had been aired out to all who dared to listen over the next morning’s pumpkin juice. Yet, Draco cares more about this than the idea of being caught and the risk of detention. You can sense it in the way his shoulders and back stiffen with his walk.

Tossing your left arm over your right, you give the upper portion a soft squeeze while inhaling deeply through your nose. Dust tickles your nostrils and the faint smell of leftovers fill the air. You take in the toastiness of roasted chicken, the garlicky herbs that had been marinated into bite-sized potatoes, the sweet cinnamon sugar coating that had been dusted over pumpkin pasties and handcrafted pies, and the savory aroma of buttered rolls as they all congregate in a single whiff. With a sharp exhale through your mouth, you spew your thoughts.

“And who told you that? Your loyal gang of servants over this morning’s breakfast? Crabbe and Goyle? Zabini perhaps? Is that why you avoided me in Potions today?”

Draco stops mid-step and glances down at the obsidian leather crafting the wholecut Oxford shoes laced at his feet. His inhale is just as sharp as your exhale had been and he spins on the heel so quickly that the violent whip of his robe is enough to take your breath away, even several steps away. His eyes laser in on you and the space between your bodies suddenly feels smaller. Tighter. Suffocating.

His strides are few, long and confident, and you know he’ll land in front of you before you have a chance to finalize your true opening argument. With the click, clack, clicking of his expensive shoes bringing him closer, you whimper.

“It doesn’t matter who told me. I want to know if it’s true. What they’re saying about you and Potter getting back together, dating again, and when you were planning to tell me. All these nights we’ve been sneaking about the castle together and you didn’t bother mentioning it,” he hisses the words in a rush and sneers at the thought of you with the oh so perfect chosen one while he’s left on the sidelines. “You didn’t tell me you were considering it, considering him again. You didn’t mention it on the observation deck of the Astronomy Tower, not in stacks of the Restricted Section, not in your dorm nor mine, and certainly not here, in this blasted corridor. Why not mention it a week ago when y—“

“Don’t finish that sentence, Draco,” you snarl.

His brows pinch at the challenge, but your eyes go wide in alert from the words you know were close to escaping his lips. Lewd and shameful they would have been had they reached the atmosphere. You glance up and down the seemingly void corridor with those same wild, worried eyes. You know how things can be twisted to snare even the brightest and most innocent of witches, but the words that clung to his tongue wouldn’t need to be twisted in order to ruin you both. Your quick search is fruitless and you let out a shaky sigh while rolling your shoulders back.

“I was going to tell you, Draco, that I was considering it… considering him, again.”

“When?” He demands. “Or were you going to wait until my tongue was halfway down your throat? Again.”

“Before, of course! Merlin… What kind of girl do you take me for, Draco?”

“You and I know exactly what kind of girl you are,” Draco retorts and studies you smugly.

His lips seal in a tight line and fire and ice blaze in the depths of his eyes before he spins once more and storms off in a blinding rage. You watch as he strides off prematurely, before hearing you out. He mutters something about how he knew things were too good to be true as he continues down the endless hall. You watch the way his hand clasps the nape of his neck under his long blonde hair and he keeps it there for a good while.

Once you gather your own thoughts, you hurry your strides in an attempt to mirror him, but you struggle to keep up with his head start and longer strides. The perks of being tall, you remind yourself. When you do catch up, he’s almost at the very end of the corridor, a dead end anyways, but you snatch him to a halt by the hood of his robe.

Draco falters and lets out a guttural groan when the sound of a ripping seam cuts through the silent air in response.

“You’ll pay for this, Y/ln!”

You feel prepared now. You’re ready to make your argument, to stand your ground, to explain yourself. You know that you have the right words sorted out and that with Draco cornered, he’ll have to listen.

Until he turns to face you.

His pink lips are pulled into a grimacing tight-lipped frown and an indented line appears down the center of his forehead where his thick brown brows are drawn together. His eyes shift over your features erratically before settling on yours, sharp like a double edged dagger ready to pierce. Two furious, impenetrable walls of frozen silver. Your body frosts over and you shrink where you stand. You struggle to meet his gaze and chew on the inside of your cheek as your mind goes blank.

You can’t think.

You can hardly breathe.

And when Draco opens his mouth, you wonder how you’re still alive when your heartbeat is racing so rapidly that your chest could easily explode.

“Tell me, Y/n,” he seethes.

A violent flame dances behind the walls of ice in his irises as his gaze flickers over the features of your face in frustration. Your lips are reddened and cracked from nibbling at them in nervousness and your nose appears swollen and puffed as if you’re attempting to hold back tears. Draco would usually swallow his pride seeing you in such a state, but he needs answers, so he settles on the wildness behind your dark eyes before continuing.

“Tell me,” he repeats. “When he fucks you, do you think of me?”

Your eyes dart towards his and your cheeks grow unbearably hot. You choke on the words as if you’re the one who dared spout them out. You’ve never experienced Draco this livid. You’d never heard his words become this vulgar, at least not with you, and that makes you all the more nervous. You’d convinced yourself that these nightly escapades meant nothing to him, that you were nothing more than a girl he could use or discard at his own will. He’s Draco Malfoy for heaven’s sake, and he could have any girl he pleased, that had come with the territory of having power and money at your disposal. You’d thought tonight would be the last night when you’d received his owl and that he’d be alright with that fact.

Clearly you’ve never been more wrong in your entire life.

You watch his tongue glide across the smooth plains of his natural pink lips and the fire blazing quietly in the torches overhead reflect a glistening orange on the thin coat of saliva left behind. You fixate on his features, from those shimmering lips up to the bridge of his nose. Your eyes roam up to the very roots of his platinum blonde hair before retracing your gaze and focusing on his eyes once more. They’ve softened a bit, not from the fire in the torches, but from the fire now kindling between you two.

He lets out a scoff as if he’s annoyed by you, as if you’ve been the pain in his arse all along. Before your brain can register the noise that escapes the base of his throat for a second time, he delves into you.

His lips are the first part of his body that comes into contact with yours. They’re warm against yours and so pillowy soft that you can’t bear pulling away. Instead, you bring your arms up to his collarbones and allow your index finger and thumb to mold into the curved base of his long neck. His artery pulses wildly underneath your grasp and your heart warms at the rhythmic expansion. You love the feeling, the palpitating of thick blood quickening through his body, underneath his skin, all livened by your touch.

Draco takes the final step to close your bodies together more comfortably and brings his arms around your waist to mold you into the perfect contours of his slender body.

“I can’t stop,” he mutters against your mouth and drops his lips into the crook of your neck. “I don’t want to stop, Y/n.”

He knows this will ruin you. It does every single time. With his lips against your neck and his words growing more desperate, lower and needier with each breath. You know exactly what he’s playing at. And yet, you allow your head to tilt back for more. More. More. And more. You’ll always need more of this, more of him. You rake a hand through the hairs lying against the nape of his neck. They’re course, yet silky in your gentle grasp and you close your eyes to the ceiling with a sweet smile as it drives him deeper into your flesh.

“Draco,” you purr.

He doesn’t bother responding with words. He only deepens the way he’s been working his lips against your flesh before allowing his burning tongue to trace a long column up the full length.

With this, you know exactly what is going to happen tonight and you take no desire in stopping it, not for Harry’s sake nor anyone else’s. In this very moment, it’s just you, Draco, and your desperate need for each other.

Need is a fickle thing and the need had begun long ago, long before your months of sneaking around to be together. It started when you were with Harry and Draco’s icy eyes would meet yours from across the room. Potions, the Great Hall, Herbology. Hell, even during their Quidditch practices. Somehow his eyes had always found yours in every room, and perhaps, some part buried deep inside of you liked it.

Every single glance had you feeling things Harry never made you feel during your three years of dating. It’s made you feel warm and dizzy as if you were going mad. Yet, nothing truly begun when you’d ended things with Harry. It’d been just before Christmas break. Harry planned to return home for its duration, so you had the comfort of knowing he’d be able to mend himself surrounded by those he loved, family and friends, while you stayed behind.

All your friends had called you mad when they discovered your frequent whereabouts—studying with Draco in the courtyards, his frequent smirks gifted across the dining tables during breakfast or dinner, his need to suddenly partner with you in Potions right after the break. You never truly expected them to understand the hungriness of your yearning for each other, that need for constant contact. Something in Draco’s presence had brought you back to a primal state of being, of craving and desire. Something feral melded in the deepest parts of your core and engraved itself in your very bones when his eyes met yours, but you couldn’t tell your friends that. So, instead of going behind Harry’s back, this is the alternative. This is freedom.

Draco takes a single step back and relishes the way you shiver when he releases a cool breath against the wet trail he’d left behind. He watches you slowly unravel from the ribbon of your high while shuffling out of his robe. Your eyes remain glassy and wide, glazed with lust as you work off his tie and snake it around your own neck before moving in to unbutton his shirt. The shiny black buttons are slick against your fingers as you round them out of each hole. One by one they expose a pinch more of his creamy white skin, so smooth and pale and familiar, and your mouth froths at the sight.

Draco manages to remove his belt from the buckle and unbutton his pressed trousers as you work at the buttons. By the time you’ve finished unhooking the last, his pants pool around his ankles with a soft thud. He backs you against an opening and hoists you up on the ledge of one of the many oversized lattice windows lining the corridor wall. Silver moonlight plays in the sharp grayish hues of his irises and you watch it as he focuses on you. He kneels to work your black stockings off and your stomach knots. He’s become quite the expert in doing this, managing to get the black fabric off and having your skirt and panties out of sight within seconds.

Draco smirks, a cocky smile that reflects his satisfaction after they plop onto the floor with a quiet thud. He drapes your legs over his forearms, hooking his arms underneath your knees, and stares into the void between your bodies. Your brows furrow as you study him. You swear you can sense worry creeping over his features. Perhaps the thought of you going behind Harry’s back has him rattled, or perhaps the idea of getting caught, even though you two never have before.

He relaxes his shoulders and lets out a sigh that would’ve gone unnoticed had you not been watching him. But the worry slips away just as quickly as it’d come, and in a few blinks of your eyes, the only evidence remaining is the gentle twinkle in his eyes when they finds yours again.

Murals of silvery grey fall upon you as the pressure between your thighs rings sharp. You need this just as much as he does. There are no games and the foreplay remains the small tiff you two just had as the aching pleasure of him slipping against you engulfs all your senses. You gasp in relief, eyes lowering at the feeling of his stiff sex gathering your sticky arousal. He teases your bottom lip with his tongue and grazes his chill breath over your warmth.

Draco watches you squirm uncomfortably on the stone ledge. He has to admit that this wasn’t the best place for sex and he hates the idea of your bare ass plastered on the dusty, frigid sandstone bricks, but he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t wait until one of you found a more respectful place to relieve yourselves. He couldn’t be bothered either when he’d led you to the stacks of the Restricted Section for the first time months ago during Christmas break, nor when he’d taken you in his dorm knowing his friend’s would be asleep in the same room. The list goes on, and yet, he needs you just the same now. He would’ve taken you in the Great Hall if he had to, would have risked everything to have lain you out like his own personal spread to devour whole. That’s how crazy you drive him, that’s how mad you make him feel, and he can’t wait another second. Not even when the idea of betraying Potter in such a way lurks heavily in the back of his mind, even after the whispers, the rumors of you two being back together. It’s the ultimate betrayal, but he cannot stop himself. He has no control over this.

Your mouth parts to let out a moan. As it does, Draco places his palm firmly over it, covering those beautiful lips and muting the sound before slithering between your decadent folds. His teeth sink into his bottom lip to rein in his own pleasure. You feel like a tight hug and he almost loses himself in the feeling. So warm, so comforting, so cruelly wet. Aside from the last fact, he’s sure this is what heaven feels like, what home should feel like, and he knows he can’t let this go. He can’t let this feeling of belonging be stripped away if he finally gets a say in it.

Your head rolls back with the first snap of his hips and you mewl softly. It’s only been two days and you’d magically forgotten how delicious and blissful the first taste of his cock is. You’d forgotten the pleasure in feeling his heat and hardness running deep along your walls and pulling your orgasm closer with each motion. He thrusts in again and your back arches. You watch your breaths fog against the exposed glass panes, weaving their own intricate patterns between ebony lattice, and it takes you back to the first time Draco had claimed your innocence.

On Christmas morning, after breakfast, you’d sent your owl from your dorm window with a letter that contained only two lines:

Restricted Section tonight.

Don’t be late, Malfoy.

Since that magical night in the stacks, you’ve never loved anything more. Every week for a month, you’d sought him out. It’d been pathetic, but you were unable to liberate yourself from the yearning of taking him again. Your need wouldn’t subside, even after you’d taken him. He’d turned you into this feral, insane being, and you found yourself chasing that body to body connection and the slow build up of your pleasure around his length endlessly.

Draco’s pants fill your ears with the sweetest melody as he plows into you, leaving no more room for nostalgia. With each violent rut of his hips, neither of you have the time to recover from the ecstasy prickling in your veins. The heat pooling in your core keeps your mind centered and your gaze focused on him.

“Draco...”

You watch him through heavy, lidded eyes, and your teeth sink into your bottom lip in a teasing grin as you watch his hips burst forward. The rhythmic sound of your skin colliding and his low howling heightens your senses. Suddenly, you’re keenly aware of the little ache unraveling like a ribbon in the pit of your belly, but also the bareness of his chest begging to be touched.

You glide your fingertips up the plain of his stomach, taking in the darkened hairs forming around the edges of his navel. You follow the faint trail up to his lanky chest, taking in the slight bit of muscle around his pecks before continuing up and over his shoulders. You curl yourself around him and trace circles over the bone when he falters closer. Beads of sweat form over the span on his forehead and you watch the way it collects like glistening raindrops against his scalp before trickling down streaks of his swaying platinum hair. You fight every instinct in order to spare him of the sensation of your fingers running throughout his hair and massaging into his scalp. He’d shutter in pleasure if you were to so, and right now, he doesn’t deserve the satisfaction.

Draco’s fingernails burrow into the flesh of your hips and you howl at the feeling, abandoning all prior thoughts. He thrusts forward. Harder. Deeper… Once. Twice. A third time for good measure. Then, again and again while a series of moans pour from your parted mouth.

“Tell me you won’t miss how good I make you feel?” He murmurs. “Isn’t that why you’re here tonight? Because poor little Potter cannot be bothered with pleasing his own woman? He should be treating you like the chosen one. Doesn’t he know you are?”

You bite into your lip again, but this time it’s to keep your mouth shut. You know there’s no use in telling him the truth, that Harry hadn’t as much as lain a finger on you in this way. Not once in all the three years you’d been together. Though, you know he’s wanted to. Draco is the only one that’s ever had you this way, completely defiled you, talked you down, brought you to your lowest and highest all at once.

Your eyes roll again as Draco steadies out his rhythm to catch his breath.

Surely the portraits will spread word in the morning of how they heard students moaning and followed the sound after seeing you and Draco disappear down an unlined corridor moments before. You’ll have to talk to Harry and admit it. That’s one thing you’re certain of. If you don’t, they’ll call you scandalous and Draco would get it worse. Dumbledore may even have to expel you faster than Professor Snape can chastise Malfoy for his lewd, unacceptable actions, in which his father, Lucius, will truly not want to hear about.

“Shit…” he hisses. His eyes snap shut and his lips tremor with his ragged pants. His nose crinkles and the movement of his hips grow erratic once again. With his grip tightening on your flesh, he lets out a low groan. “I’ve almost forgotten how good you feel. I might blow my load inside of you… teach you a lesson.”

“You will not,” you protest, straight faced and using all your strength to not react to the pleasure radiating throughout your body. “Draco, we can’t.”

“Or what? You’ll curse me?”

“Don’t tempt me.”

Draco sneers and leans down until his face is hovering above yours. He allows your ankles to rest against his shoulders, knees parallel to the ceiling. He watches the way you fight every instinct of pleasure, how you keep your eyes on his instead of allowing them to sink back, how you hold his triceps when you want nothing more than to have your hands grasping your aching breasts or to have them wrapped tightly around the base of his throat. He chuckles at the fact that you wish to moan, but your duty to privacy holds steady, keeps you quiet and whimpering instead of letting loose. And he watches in amusement as you slowly unravel with every swift and sharp stroke of his hips. As he does, he begins to realize just how much he actually cares about you.

“Tell him you’re mine,” Draco demands. “Tell me and tonight you’ll tell him so I can spend all day showing you how well I treat my personal possessions.”

“Oh yeah?” You tease. “Is that right, Draco?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

You let out a sharp giggle and rope him in closer by the back of his neck, so close that you can take in every breath exhaling from his lungs and pull them into your own. You watch the way the iciness in his eyes melts away and glaze over with something more warm and comforting. And your core ripples at the possibility of something more than lust looming between the both of you.

“Don’t tell me you’re this close already,” he complains, truly embarrassed for you by the look of annoyance in his eyes.

“Mmm… I think I am,” you whimper and grasp the lapels of his crinkled button up to yank him a breath closer. “Fill me up, Draco…”

He scoffs.

He is truly embarrassed for you, but you wish he could see himself panting, slicked with sweat, eyes soft, and looking so sexy whilst buried between your thighs. He’s the portrait of pathetic and you know you should make him beg.

“Beg,” you croak and yank him down until his lips are just above yours.

Your throat stings, sore and scratchy from attempting to leave it shut as Draco plowed through your slick folds one thrust at a time.

“You’re insane,” he chuckles and glimpses down at your reddened lips.

“Only for you,” you whisper and swallow a moan as you caress the sharpness of his cheeks. “Make me yours, Draco.”

His lips tug into a sharp smile and he presses his lips against yours hard and hungrily. He’s tired of your games. Perhaps he realized that much sooner than tonight and the thought of losing you had become too unbearable for him.

“Fuck,” he huffs into the sticky air between the both of you before reclaiming your lips.

“Love your cock being buried inside of me, Draco.”

You finally moan against him. After all, you aren’t evil enough to keep edging yourself when you’re both this close. He pulls his mouth away, panting heavily as he plants his palms on either side of you and stiffens.

“Are you finished?”

You nod, knowing exactly what he means. It only confirms that he’s serious now, serious in showing you exactly how he takes care of what’s his.

He glances down at his hardened length, only the tip remains hidden inside of your depths, and the rest gleams in your sticky, sweet arousal. He wants to taste you, but more than anything, he wants to bury his load deep inside of you. He wants it so deep that it doesn’t dare to trickle out. He doesn’t care about the consequences this close to graduation; he only cares about you filled to the brim with a piece of him, no matter what it is.

He thrusts inside and watches the way you swallow him greedily. Then, repeats the action again and again in a rapid rock of his hips. He senses your falling apart—legs trembling against his body, eyes softening to a roll, your arousal warming to slick wetness, scorching hot with each plunge. He takes pride in his string of thrusts, delivering them in a steady rhythm. Though, he wishes to tear you apart, your freed moans keep him from doing so. They guide him and keep him steady like music in his ears.

He grasps your chin and pulls your lazy gaze back to him.

“Keep your eyes right here, darling,” he demands sternly. “I want to see the way they roll when you release.”

With clenched teeth, you attempt to snatch your chin back, but he keeps his grip firm and your maneuver hardly wavers as he picks up speed with a groan and chuckle.

“You thought I’d let you dominate me?” He teases, his chuckle cutting through your moans. “I almost had you convinced. But don’t forget, my love, I’m always in control. No one tells me what to do.”

You whimper as he presses a thumb into your mouth to pacify you before ripping through your depths. His thrusts grow quicker with each second and you have no time to recoup from the pleasure prickling through your veins and pulsating in every corner of your being like liquid fire. Just as your eyes begin to roll, Draco snatches your jaw, showing just how much in control he truly is.

“I wish Potter could see how well you take me,” he pants cockily. “Just imagine if he knew the way I fit inside of you. So perfectly, if I do say so myself. You should see the way your cunt grips around my cock. You should see how wet you are for me. I dare you.”

You hum against his thumb and the vibration ricochets through you in a deep wave as you dare to glimpse between your thighs. You catch sight of his cock, a pulsing red with a vein so thick that it looks as though it hurts, and your arousal coating the surface in a glistening sweetness. Draco watches with you and your head spins.

“It’s been two days since I’ve felt you tightening around me. I can’t wait to feel it again.”

You keep your lips clasped tightly around his thumb. Your mind can hardly think of a quip, let alone find any words to overpower him. You don’t want to. You focus on the way his cock feels slipping in and out of your depths at different lengths, growing unsteady with each sway of his hips. You focus on his silver eyes staring into yours and his mocking grin as you finally come to terms with the fact that you are his. You’ve always been his. He’s just known it much longer than you have.

A bead of sweat drips from the tip of his swapping bangs and plops against your bare stomach. Draco chuckles and slicks his damp hair back with one hand while using his thumb on the other to massage the moisture into your skin. He presses in with a bit more pressure in attempt to feel himself plunging in and out of you. He keeps his thumb pressed firmly against you and steadies himself until he feels the motion underneath it. In and out. In and out, bulging at the center of your tightening core.

“Perhaps one day you’ll write about how well you take me,” he purrs. “And we’ll fill our library with books on our lovemaking.”

“I’m sure such books already exist,” you gasp, recalling all the steamy muggle romances you’d read over the summer.

“Then you’ll read one to me one of these days. Share your findings?”

“I’d rather show you,” you whisper.

He smiles, almost faltering before regaining his composure and finding your hips again.

“Draco?”

“Mhm?”

“Tell me I’m your favorite,” you mutter and buck up against him.

He stops suddenly and his nails dig deep into your pillowy flesh. You feel his cock twitch deep inside of you and you smirk when his eyes land on yours again.

“Being sneaky are we?” He muses and rams into you.

His palm finds your mouth again just before a bloodcurdling moan slips out.

He does it again with a teasing smile.

Then again.

And again.

And again until you’re whimpering and trembling around him. You reach for his forearm, but he denies it and presses into you harder.

Your eyes roll and you grasp the ledge underneath yourself, but it’s too hard. You go for his wrist, the same one allowing his hand to keep you almost silenced. You shiver around him and your thighs go limp against his thrusts. It’s not long after that his pants turn into a sharp hiss and a new heat overwhelms you.

Draco falters on top of you and stares straight into your eyes as he fills you up to the brim with his warm seed. You search his eyes for any form of deceit, but you find none. There never has been, not when it came to you and him.

His hand slowly retreats and you let out a loud inhale, taking in the dusty air of the corridor before slinging your arms around his neck and rushing your lips against his. He tastes of tart apples, salty sweat, and the sticky strawberry taste of your lipgloss. You never knew you needed to taste such a combination, but if it came from him, you’d take it. You’d take it all.

“Y/n,” he mumbles.

“Yes, Draco?”

His eyes focus on yours as if the stars he’d once seen dancing around your face are slowly subsiding, and the cloudiness of lust and desire fade.

“You truly are my favorite,” he breathes and runs a hand through your curls before peppering your lips with kisses. “And I plan to keep it that way.”

And somewhere deep in your gut, you have a feeling this won’t be the last time you hear those words, especially since you’d forgotten to confirm that it had only been a rumor going around the school, mere whispers. Someone had lied about you dating Harry again, but you don’t mind when the result of it brought Draco crawling back to you.

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December 2024

[rainydayathogwarts]

ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴛʀɪᴏ ᴇʀᴀ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ˋ°•*⁀➷ navigation

꩜ smut ❀ fluff 𖤓 angsty/angry 𖤐 funny

ʀᴏɴ ᴡᴇᴀꜱʟᴇʏ

✩ jealous, jealous, jealous girl - ron notices you upping the PDA when Lavender starts flirting with him and you decide to show her who he belongs to (꩜𖤓)

✩ popular!shy!reader - ron’s friends think you were the one who made the move but are shocked to find out the opposite (❀𖤐)

✩ the dream - ron has a dirty dream and wakes up hard next to reader (꩜𖤐)

✩ needy - needy!ron misses you because you've been taking NEWTs too seriously but he finds the perfect moment to drag you into an empty classroom (꩜)

✩ overstimulation with dom!Ron (꩜)

✩ goodbye kisses that last longer than intended (❀𖤓𖤐)

✩ opposite teams - You play a Quidditch match against your boyfriend, who's a very sore loser (❀꩜𖤓)

✩ glossy lips - Wiping off lip gloss from his lips after a kiss (❀𖤐)

✩ late to class - Ron doesn't want you to leave to class so soon and manages a convincing excuse for you to stay (꩜)

✩ unsteady desk chair - When ron's been locked in his dorm trying to finish an essay all afternoon, you decide to help motivate him a little (꩜)

✩ shameless - Ron and his gf are absolutely shameless about pda, even with their friends around. They face some friendly consequences (𖤐)

✩ the chosen one - Ron has lived in the chosen one's shadow since they became best friends, so when he gets the one thing Harry wants, he decides to never let go (𖤓)

✩ sewing kit - "The instant Ron came to you asking for help sewing a rip in his t-shirt, Molly knew you were the woman he was going to marry." (❀)

✩ i think i've seen this film before - when sirius found out that bellatrix lestrange was having a daughter, he did everything in his power to protect her. he never met her until one day she showed up at his doorstep the same way he had at the potters. but what he didn't know was that she was dating a boy who was under this very roof. (❀𖤓)

✩ buy you a drink - when ron unexpectedly meets the girl of his dreams through a one night stand, he rushes to tell his friends the next day. but unfortunately, that reveals some new information about you, the apparent love of his life. (❀꩜)

Ron won't stop complaining about Seamus and his girlfriend taking up the dorm until he's the one with a girl in there. coming soon...

ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ

concussions and interruptions au

✩ Harry's bi awakening (𖤐)

✩ "you knew?" "you didn't?" - In which the twins only just find out their sister is dating Harry (𖤐)

✩ me and you - You keep telling Ron to just 'ask her out' but he won't take your word seriously until you take your own advice. Somehow, you both end up with dates... (❀𖤐)

✩ long kisses, risky places - When kissing in the library leads to something more... (❀𖤐)

✩ love, mum and dad - Harry gets the memory book you and James made for him to open on his 17th birthday, but he gets it a little sooner, and discovers things about the family he could have had (𖤓)

✩ more than anything - keeping your relationship a secret is difficult when you just can't stop staring at your boyfriend (❀𖤓)

✩ what boyfriend? - when you are bed ridden due to your period, Madame Pomfrey comes to check in on you and play match-maker (❀𖤐)

✩ summer lovin' - you decide to visit harry over the summer, playing the classic 'girl next door' so harry's uncle lets you in (❀)

✩ a job for a godparent - harry knows you're the love of his life, but he just needs to know that you want kids as much as he does. a day at his house over the summer confirms it. (❀)

Sub!harry begging mean!slytherin!reader to let him cum, but she's having too much fun... coming soon

ɴᴇᴠɪʟʟᴇ ʟᴏɴɢʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ

✩ snake ring - In which the twins pull you into a game of seven minutes in heaven. (❀𖤐)

✩ dry-humping Neville at a party (❀꩜)

✩ kiss and tell - In which a very aware y/n of Neville's crush on her gets the courage to make a move (❀𖤐)

✩ stolen glances - Stealing glances at each other across the room until your friends notice (꩜𖤐)

✩ strangers to friends - Neville, terrified of a scary, confident slytherin, finds out that she's more welcoming than some of his own friends... An unlikely friendship develops (❀)

✩ grim greenhouses - when you defend neville against your cousin, he is convinced he has to give you a little gift as a thank you. but what happens when you decide to thank him for his gift? (❀꩜)

ɢᴇᴏʀɢᴇ ᴡᴇᴀꜱʟᴇʏ

✩ into the woods - Waking George up to go out for a morning walk at the Burrow has him feeling quite frisky (❀꩜)

✩ in this together - When you find out that your mother, Bellatrix Lestrange has escaped Azkaban, you have a crisis, thankfully short lived due to your boyfriend's care for the situation (❀𖤓)

✩ dear diary - Ron can't help his crush on his older brother's girlfriend, and catches himself in some inconvenient situations (꩜𖤐)

✩ bloody quills and teary eyes - George comforts you after your first detention with Umbridge (❀𖤓)

✩ god, i missed you so much - when you and george have spent the last few months doing long-distance, with you at hogwarts while he runs the shop, the reunion is bound to be good (❀𖤓)

ᴏʟɪᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴏᴅ

✩ I already won - even though he very much lost the game, he still won you (❀𖤓)

✩ how he reacts when you tell him you're in the mood (꩜)

✩ blood, dirt and reunions - You almost die and reunite with an old ex-boyfriend... or not (❀𖤓)

ꜱᴇᴀᴍᴜꜱ ꜰɪɴɴᴇɢᴀɴ

✩ tipsy - Seamus takes care of you when you're drunk (❀𖤐)

✩ safe in his arms - Brother!Harry Potter makes Seamus promise him to keep you safe because of how obvious your feelings are for each other (❀𖤓)

ᴄʜᴀʀʟɪᴇ ᴡᴇᴀꜱʟᴇʏ

✩ guilt trip - Charlie tries to guilt trip the reader to visit his family with him (❀𖤓)

✩ bloody introductions - When some of Charlie's siblings break in to his apartment to surprise him, they find out about his roommate/girlfriend (❀𖤐)

ᴘᴇʀᴄʏ ᴡᴇᴀꜱʟᴇʏ

✩ just a swim - Percy's partner tries to get him to break a couple of rules (❀𖤐)

✩ how they react when you're in the mood (꩜)

'For the first time in his life, Percy pushes academics aside to focus on a girl, but his family doesn't know and thinks he has gone down a dark road.' coming soon...

ꜰʀᴇᴅ ᴡᴇᴀꜱʟᴇʏ

✩ before you go -  fred weasley has relentlessly asked you out for years, but you’ve never given the younger boy a chance. not until sixth year, when he makes the compelling argument that if the date goes terribly, at least it’ll be the last year you’ll ever see him at hogwarts. (❀꩜)

ʙɪʟʟ ᴡᴇᴀꜱʟᴇʏ

✩ "malfoy" "weasley" - when you watch the quidditch world cup with your family, the last thing you're expecting is to see an old friend. a weasley. (❀𖤐)

ᴄᴇᴅʀɪᴄ ᴅɪɢɢᴏʀʏ

✩ no disturbances - You and Cedric make such a cute couple that teachers have turned a blind eye to several accounts of PDA (❀𖤐)

ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ ᴋʀᴜᴍ

✩ what's her face - Rita skeeter being annoying (𖤐)

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

✩ someone finds out you're dating

✩ he gets turned on at the wrong time

✩ she gets turned on at the wrong time

[blnkppr]

hogwarts x links (mdni, all characters aged up)

harry potter

riding his face

thigh fucking

late at night

ron weasley

boob guy

dude will clock in no matter what

pounding you on your side

fred weasley

this is LITERALLY him omg

him pt2

how he usually fucks you:)

george weasley

he's into some kinky shit

squirting and breeding

waking you up in the morning

neville longbottom

jerking him off

he DEVOURS

riding him

oliver wood

eating you out

rubbing your clit

his fave

[lumosou]

୨୧ — In the Quiet of the Rain. 𖦹 , ✿ + ★.

ꕤ — Character(s) ; Neville Longbottom x Fem!Reader.

ꕤ — Synopsis + Wc ; With trembling hands and whispered devotion, Neville maps your skin beneath the soft rhythm of the rain, turning your first time into a tender moment of quiet worship. 515.

ꕤ — Discretion ; 18+ MDNI please! This drabble does contain adult content so please, please read accordingly and do not interact with this whatsoever if you’re underage + just some kisses and fluffy smut ^^

ꕤ — A/n ; this is based off of a request from anon here, thank you so much for requesting! <3 I have such a soft spot for nev truly 🥹 Enjoy anon 🫶🏻

; masterlist.

The dormitory was silent, save for the faint sound of rain tapping against the windowpane. Neville’s hands trembled slightly as he traced the curve of your cheek, his thumb brushing so softly against your skin that it felt like a whisper. He’d always been careful with you, always so attentive, as if you might slip through his fingers if he moved too quickly.

“You’re sure?” he asked, his voice low and hesitant. His eyes searched yours, full of that nervous earnestness that made your chest ache.

“I’m sure,” you said softly, your hand sliding up to rest over his, steadying him.

Neville exhaled shakily, his shoulders relaxing a fraction. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips—tentative at first, then deeper, slower, as he let himself get lost in the warmth of you.

His hands moved carefully, tracing the line of your waist, your hips, as if memorizing every inch of you. There was no urgency in his touch, only reverence. It wasn’t just about desire; it was about love—about making you feel wanted, cherished, safe.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath uneven. “I—I don’t want to mess this up,” he admitted, his cheeks flushed.

“You won’t,” you whispered, your fingers tangling in the soft curls at the nape of his neck. “You’re perfect, Neville.”

Your words seemed to anchor him, his lips curving into a shy smile before he kissed you again. This time, there was more confidence in the way he touched you—his hands sliding beneath your shirt, his palms warm and steady against your skin. He took his time, unhurried and careful, as if every moment with you was something to savor.

When he finally laid you down, the mattress dipping beneath your weight, he paused again, his gaze meeting yours. “Tell me if—if I need to stop,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I’ll tell you,” you promised, your hand reaching for his, threading your fingers together.

Neville nodded, his jaw tightening with determination as he pressed another kiss to your lips. His movements were slow and deliberate, every touch a question, every kiss an answer. He worshipped you with his hands, his lips, his heart, as if he couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to have this moment with you.

And when he finally sank into you, his breath hitched, and his forehead dropped to your shoulder. “Are you okay?” he murmured, his voice strained with both effort and concern.

“Yes,” you breathed, your hands gripping his shoulders, grounding him. “It’s perfect, Neville. You’re perfect.”

His movements were slow, unhurried, as if he was terrified of overwhelming you. But there was no fear in your touch, only love—only the quiet assurance that this was right.

And when it was over, when the world stilled and the rain continued to patter softly against the window, Neville pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you as if he couldn’t bear to let you go.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your hair.

And in that moment, you knew he meant every word.

﹙@ 𝗹𝘂𝗺𝗼𝘀𝗼𝘂 ﹚

[ginevrapng]

boyfriend!neville loves overstimulating you. there's nothing better than having his sweet girlfriend lying on his bed while he pulls multiple orgasms out of you. "neville please i can't take any more," you whine. you've just came for the fourth time and he's already touching you again, pressing two of his fingers inside you.

neville hushes you and kisses down your body before taking one of his nipples in your mouth and biting. you squeal and grab hold of his hair. "you know the rules petal keep your hands down or i'll tie them up." you keep your hands to your side and do your best to listen to neville. neville removes his mouth from your nipple but starts placing kisses down your body. he holds your body down by your love handles, occasionally squeezing your soft skin between his fingers. he always touches you in a way that makes you feel loved and special, like you're the most beautiful girl in the world. "you're so bloody pretty petal. you look like a goddess." your face heats up at the compliment.

neville continues leaving kisses down your body until he reaches your pussy and pushes two fingers back inside you causing you to gasp and grab hold of his arm. neville tuts at your action as you go to apologise, " 'm sorry nev just feels s'good.

"keep your hands by your side, i'm not going to tell you again. do you understand?" he says sternly still fingering you. you quickly nod your head. neville gently pinches one of your plush thighs with his other hand. "do you understand?"

"i-i understand. i promise i'll be good nev!" you reply and clench your hands into fists, consciously keeping them by your side. neville hums and places a loving kiss on your cheek, before mumbling against your cheek about how you're such a girl good for him.

neville lowers down your body and starts giving you head, precisely, just the way you like it, the way that leaves your toes curling and your voice hoarse as you scream his name. neville sucks your clit all while continuing plunging two fingers inside your pussy. "please neville, it's too much! i can't take it!" you whine loudly holding tightly onto the bedsheets.

"you can take it flower," he tells you, you can feel the vibrations of his words against your clit causing you to shiver. neville holds the back of your thick thighs and wraps his arms around them before pulling you even closer to him and returning his hands to your love handles and cunt. he feels you clench around him tightly and he spots the other telltale signs that you're about to cum. your cute noises are getting louder and you're breathing heavier, you're squirming more and squeezing your eyes hard. "let go f'me flower. you can do it." the coil that was previously winding up inside of you snaps and you hips arch up as you shake, your eyes go blurry as you cum again for the fifth time in an hour.

"good girl, good girl," he strokes your arm and kisses your hip. as you calm down and your breathing evens out he gently rubs your clit.

tears stream down your face, "no, no, no, nev please. i can't."

he kisses your hip again. "one more petal. you can give me another one right?" you whimper and nod your head before asking for a kiss.

[fantisyoflove]

Praise Him

"Neville? Neville, sweetheart, what are you afraid of?"

He leaned back into the chair, legs wide. His hands slid down his thighs and he tossed his head back as he groaned,"I want to be good for you"

You straddle his waist and roll your hips against him creating a delicious friction.

"You are good for me." You whisper as you card your fingers through his hair. You grab a fistful of the hair on the back of his head and use it to tilt his face back to you.

"You are such a good boy, Neville." You purr resting your forehead against his.

His eyes narrow in on you. His hips bucked against you at your words and you smirked.

Neville wrapped his arms around your waist and pulls you flush against him.

"Say it again" he sounded utterly gutted.

You lazily run your fingers through his hair again.

"You want to hear what a good boy you are?" You roll your hips against his. His tongue flicks out across his lips and he nods eagerly.

"You want me to tell you you're a good boy?"

Nevilles head is hanging off the back of the chair now, his eyes closed in pure bliss.

"Look at me." You demand and his head snaps up, eyes on you.

"You are such a good boy, Neville. " His hips bucked again and he... he whimpers.

His voice high, keening for you.

You smile wider and you try to stop your hands from shaking as you undo the buttons of his shirt.

"Such a good boy, Neville. Look at you." You get the last button undone and rest your hands on his bare chest for the first time. His skin is on fire.

His hands shoot up and grasp your wrists. Eyes wide and pupils blown wide. He looks completely debauched and scared.

"Let me take care of you my perfect boy." You coo, "my big. Strong. Man." You emphasize each word as you rest your hands under his shirt and slowly push the fabric away.

"I'm so lucky to have you all to myself." You murmur against his neck as you take your time tasting his skin.

He let out a soft whine and you want to give him everything.

You climb off his lap and he huffs in disappointment. You pull him up and begin undoing his belt.

"Look at you doing such a good job."

He steps out of his bottoms and you toss them aside.

You kiss him, letting his cock brush against the soft skin of your belly. Then you drop to your knees.

He makes a choking gasp.

His cock, thick and long, stands at attention for you. You suck in a breath which makes his cock throb.

His cheeks were flaming red. He couldn't take his eyes off of you.

"Is this all for me?" You purr and gently wrap one hand around his shaft. You hold his eyes as you wrap your lips around the tip.

One swirl of your tongue had his knees buckling. You guide him back to the chair and release him so he can sit back down.

"There you go, baby, just like that." You take him again in your hand and mouth.

You slowly ease into a steady rhythm and he is a moaning mess beneath you.

"Uh. Mhhm. Mphemmm." The sounds pour from his mouth while you suck. Your tongue flicking and rolling over more sensitive spots. When his balls start drawing up sharply you slow down and pull off.

Using your hand you lazily stroke his cock.

"Awe. Is my good boy about to cum?" You bat your eyelashes at him as his head lolls back to face you. Beads of sweat have gathered on his forehead and his chest is rising and falling quickly as he tries to catch his breath.

"That's it Neville. Let me see you fall apart on my tongue."

You take him as deep as you can as you keep sucking. His knuckles are white as he grips onto the sides of the chair. His eyes glued to yours as he gasps and bucks.

The sounds coming from him are sinful. You will hear these moans and whimpers forever. Letting this moment replay in your mind again and again and again. Watching him break down completely at your touch.

You pull off one last time making Neville cry out in frustration.

"Cum for me, Neville? Cum for me my good boy. I want to drink you down."

You don't let him respond as you take his cock again.

He is so vocal and his body sings for you. You know right before it happens and you greedily take his cock deep in your throat.

"Fuck y/n yes yes yesss" he whined one hand gripping the back of your head holding you down on his length.

[megwritesriddles]

Last updated: 14th of February 2025

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Includes: Tom Riddle, (Young) Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom & Ron Weasley

15 complete works, 6 pending

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Tom Riddle

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(2.8k words) Reader is caught in the restricted section after curfew by none other than Head Boy Tom Riddle, notorious for his harsh punishments. But he has something else in mind, just for her.

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(2.6k words) Reader is captured at the end of the war as the Death Eater's celebrate their victory. She is told she is to marry Tom Riddle, but can't figure out why he'd want her or why she isn't trying harder to escape…

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Neville Longbottom

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(4.8k words) After Hogwarts, Reader and Neville end up working together at Noltie's Botanical Novelties. Reader soon discovers she holds an unexpected power over Neville, one she'll have fun exerting over him at her whim.

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(11.1k words) Being at Hogwarts at university-level had it's perks, such as unsupervised days in the greenhouse with Neville. Reader finds herself in an unfortunate position thanks to a flower in the greenhouse and Neville has to figure out how to help while being a gentleman and preserving their friendship.

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𐙚 Heart Shaped Bed

Virgin!Sub!Neville x Virgin!Switch!Fem!Reader ⊹₊ ⋆ summary: reader is insecure about having a submissive side so, she pushes back having sex with Neville.

𑁍ࠬܓ𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ɞ cw: established relationship, insecurity?, reader is a switch but neville is still submissive(he’s trying his best^^;), reader is still more dominant tho, afab reader, she/her pronouns used on reader, neville has a big dick TRUST, one line about getting knocked up, creampie

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   Guiding Neville to your dorm room with a smile on your face, you’ve been teasing him every chance you could get. Your hand would lightly graze his thigh while you sat next to him in DADA or, during lunch when you rested your hand on his thigh, rubbing small circles into his inner thigh. A small smirk on your face while you ate. He could barely eat any of his lunch, too focused on the hand trailing up his thigh. Eventually lunch was over, immediately you grabbed his hand and led him to your room. 

You know enough about your roommates that they’d probably, hopefully, not be in the shared room. You open the door as you shove him in, shutting the door and putting a locking charm on it. You kick your shoes off before turning around with a grin and approaching him, he steps back with a sheepish grin. Eventually, you push him onto your bed, climbing into his lap. “My pretty boy,” you say lightly brushing his jaw. Giving him a soft kiss on his lips, “love you.” You mumble and kiss him again. He softly moans into the kiss, always so sensitive. You sit in his lap and run your hands through his hair, “so, so pretty..” You coo and kiss his jaw.

Neville whines, his hands rest on your hips, softly grabbing them. “Love you too..” He whimpers. 

You smile and kiss him again, slowly pushing him down onto the mattress so he lays down. “My baby.. Always so good for me…” You smile, brushing his hair back and out of his face. He gives you a soft, shy smile. 

You and Neville have done sexual things, sure. However, never more than a handjob or blowjob. He’s never touched you more than your thighs or chest, he’s never explored your more intimate areas. Not that you or him have ever thought about it, however, you didn’t know if you were sure you were ready to take that next step. Neville always expected you to be more dominant in the bedroom, and in general. You never had any issue with it, you enjoyed watching him squirm and blush under you from the slightest touch. Although, the fear came from your other slight experiences with sex. Your ex-boyfriend was big on servicing you with either his mouth or fingers. You could usually keep up the more dominant act until you got closer to your orgasm, that's when your boyfriend at the time had to take the reins. But now you're dating Neville who, you're certain, doesn’t have a dominant bone in his body. 

You sigh quietly looking down at him, “You alright?” He asks, noticing your change in demeanor. 

You nod, “mhm!” You brush it off and continue touching him. “Nothing to worry about, my sweet boy.” You say with a smile, kissing his cheek. “I love you, my pretty boy..” He starts to forget your previous change in demeanor and whines softly at your words. 

You begin to grind on his groin, noting the fact he’s already hard. Your skirt rides up your thighs and hips, revealing your black cotton panties that show through your black tights. You go down to kiss his neck and jaw. He moans softly as your pussy grinds against his covered cock, “F-fuck, baby. Feels good!” His voice pitches up into a high pitched moan. “Ohh my god! Please!” His grip on your hips tightens, “More please!” You grin and start to suck on a soft spot under his ear, his hips buck up making your movements on his neck stagger. 

Pulling away from his neck you kiss his lips again, deepening the kiss while you grab his face. One of your hands rubs the side of his neck, wrapping your hand softly around the middle of his neck. “Pretty boy,” You moan into the kiss. Your hips slow down to avoid your own climax, he tries to grind his hard cock back onto your wet pussy. You push his hair behind his ear with the hand on his face, you pull away from the kiss. “Merlin, you’re so perfect, my prince.” You mutter. “Wanna ruin you..” You sit back up and put your hands on his chest, lightly groping his soft upper body. 

“Need you to touch me,” He whimpers, his face flushed. “Please..” He begs, hands roaming up your body to your breasts. 

You nod giggling softly, getting off of him and sitting next to him. “Sit up baby,” he does as he’s told and sits up. “Lean on me,” he falls into your arms and cuddles himself in arms. You wrap your arm around his waist, one hand on his bulge. A wet spot through his jeans, “So hard, this all for me?” You ask with a smile, looking up at him. He nods, his face flushed, licking his lips nervously. You use one hand to unbutton and unzip his pants, his breath falters as your fingers brush against his cock. You feel how wet you start to get at his reactions, “Merlin, you're so cute. Can’t get enough of you and your adorable reactions.” Neville whimpers at your words, his face pink in arousal and a hint of embarrassment. He watches as you pull down his boxers, his hard cock sprung out and hit his stomach. “Such a big cock, all for me.” You mumble to him. The desire to have him inside you grows, he was so big, something anyone who would’ve seen his cock would agree. You felt so lucky knowing you're the only one who’s seen it. You wrap your hand around his cock at the base, spitting on the head of his cock, “Love your cock so much, so big. So perfect, just for me.”

He whimpers, and shakes his head. “No, not that big..” He whimpers embarrassed. 

You look up at him confused. “Hmm? What do you mean? Your cock is so, so big. Never seen a cock this big,” You reassure him, grabbing the base of his cock to emphasize your point. “Want it inside me, would fill me so perfectly.” You spoke without thinking. He looks into your eyes, slightly shocked. You’ve never brought up going all the way, realizing what you’ve said when you look up at his face after realizing he tensed up. Your own eyes widen and you blush. “Uhm..sorry.. I didn’t mean to..” You trailed off.

“I want to,” He responds. “If you were serious that is..”

You blush and look away for a second, “I want to, uhm, go all the way. It’s just..” He looks at you confused, “Nevermind. I want to. Let’s do it, yea?” He nods hesitantly.

You  go back to focusing on his cock, having to spit on it again since the saliva from earlier dried up. You stroke up and down his length, the saliva spread around his shaft now. “Love you..” He murmured. You hummed in agreement leaning up to kiss him, your hand that wasn’t stroking his cock went to his cheek. Caressing his face, deepening the kiss. He whimpers into the kiss, his hips bucking up into your hand. Your hand speeds up, precum leaking out of his tip. “Ffuck,” He whines. “ ‘M close,” Neville moans sweetly, his moans sounding so beautiful as they escape his lips. You let out a small giggle, hooded eyes looking lovingly into his eyes. He goes back in for a kiss, he lets out a loud whiny moan into the kiss. His hands tightly grabbing onto the soft meat of your hips. “Ohhmygod! Please! I’m close!” He moaned looking down at your hand, quickly stroking his cock. Your thumb grazing over his tip, making his cock twitch and leak more precum. 

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my hand.” You order, hand speeding up. He moans loudly, hips bucking up. His hips lifted up off the mattress, one hand behind him onto the mattress grabbing onto the sheets. Neville’s other hand still on your hip, nails digging into you. He whines as he bucks into your hand a couple more times, he eventually relaxes and falls back onto the mattress. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, you kiss his jaw and murmur loving words of affirmation. “Did so good for me baby, I love you so much. Always cum so pretty for me, good boy Nev.” He whines and rests his head against yours, you nuzzle against him. Leaning up to kiss him, he tiredly kissed back. You hum lovingly before pulling away. “Good boy, Nev. Need a break, my prince?” 

Neville shakes his head, “I can keep going!” He responds quickly, exhaustion evident in his voice. However, the idea of finally being inside of you keeps him going and ready to continue. “Please,” He adds sweetly, making you giggle softly. 

“Okay, baby. Really wanna fuck me, hm?” You purr in his ear. “Wanna feel my pussy around your fat cock?” You tease him, the tone in your voice sounding slightly demeaning. 

He blushes and nods, “Please…” He whimpers at the thought of finally being inside you. Neville bucks his hips up in arousal, his cock beginning to harden again.

You let out a soft chuckle, “Okay, baby..” You stand up in front of him and begin to strip. Starting with the sweater over your button up, throwing it onto the floor next to you. Teasingly unbuttoning your top slowly, your cleavage revealed slowly to your bra, black with a small white bow accompanied by white lace where the cups meet. Neville makes an audible gulp at the sight, not that it's the first he’s seen you shirtless but, it never got old, never made him less excited. His cock was hard, back up to full length. You smirk as you undo the last buttons and pull it down, now shirtless. You grab your breasts, still covered by your bra and push 'em up a bit, jiggling them. With a soft giggle you reach back and unclasp your bra, pushing it down your shoulders allowing gravity to do its magic and let it fall. Neville’s eyebrows furrow in arousal, his breath quickening. Panting. A grin finds its way to your face, “like the view, Nev?” He looks up from your breasts and nods, keeping his hands to his sides, his fists balled up and gripping onto the sheets. You giggle sweetly and continue with your little strip tease. Grabbing your skirt and unbuttoning it, unzipping the small zipper and let it fall off your hips. Left now in just your sheer black tights, your cotton panties are visible through them. Neville’s breath hitches and his cock twitches in arousal. Finally you reach for your tights, thumbs under the material of your panties and tights. Slowly pulling them down, now completely naked in front of him. You kick the tights to the side with the rest of your clothes. Nev sits up more, drinking in the sight of his completely bare girlfriend. 

“Fuck..” He mutters in awe. “You’re gorgeous…” 

You feel your face flush a bit. “C’mon.. Wanna get you naked too..” You get closer to him and sit on his thighs, his cock now pressed against your pelvic area, his head touching your lower stomach. Neville’s breath quickens at the feeling of his cock so close to your wet cunt, “C’mon, raise your arms, baby” You say already trying to lift his sweater off. He does as told, you rip off his top and immediately make quick work on his button up. His top half now stripped, Neville’s face flushes with insecurity. “Merlin, so pretty, baby..” You say lovingly. “My sweet boy,” You look up and kiss him delicately. “So, so pretty..” He whines and leans back in for another kiss, you quickly kiss back. He softly moans into the kiss, bucking up his hips and rubs his cock against you. You smile into the kiss at the realization of his need. “So needy,” You tease, immediately reconnecting your lips to his. He whimpers in need. 

“Please, pleasepleaseplease..” Neville pulls away and whimpers, precum already leaking from his cock. 

“Hm? Please what, sweet boy?” You say teasingly. “Can’t help you if you don’t specify what you need soo badly, baby.” Of course, you need what he wants just as badly. However, teasing him so much is fun, seeing him beg for you is exhilarating. 

He whimpers and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, “Please.. Please let me feel you. Wanna put it in..Please.” He begs sweetly, face flushed in embarrassment. “I need it..”

You nod, “Okay, I get it, baby. Wanna fuck me, yea?” Neville replied with a whimper and a nod. You grin, god you loved teasing him. He always looked so cute when he was embarrassed; flushed from his face down to his chest, his eyes would avoid yours, and the stuttering. God how you loved how he’d trip over his words, most people found it obnoxious but, you? You loved it. Loved how pathetic it made him seem, especially at times like these. You loved feeling in control over him, loved how willing he was to submit. “Okay…” You lightly grab his face, pulling away from your neck to make him look back up at you, “So cute… Okay, Nev. Gonna need you to get me ready, can you do that? Can you use those pretty fingers to stretch me open? Get me ready for your big cock?” You emphasize your words and grind your pelvis against his cock.

Neville immediately nods, “Yes! Anything!” His hands instantly go to your sides, you both readjust so you're laying on your back with your head on the pillows of your bed. Neville leaning above you between your spread legs, his eyes focused on your glistening wet pussy. “Merlin, ‘s so pretty.” 

Suddenly you feel a bit embarrassed yourself, “C’mon, touch me. Don’t be shy…”

Neville nods and uses his left hand to touch your folds, you let out a soft gasp. His eyes widen at how wet you are, “Oh.. wow..” He slowly explores your pussy, lightly grazing your clit down to your entrance. He goes back up to the small bump at the top of your cunt, forcing a small moan out of you. “Did that feel good?” He asked.

You nodded, “Yes… keep touching there.” He nodded and kept rubbing your clit. You started to let out slightly louder moans, “Oh! Nev!” Your legs spread more, yearning for more of his touch. Neville couldn't focus between your cunt that soaked his fingers or your pretty face while you let out such pretty moans from his touch. “Put your fingers in! Fill me up, baby! Need it!” You moaned. He nodded and pushed his fingers down, slowly putting his middle finger inside. You let out a small gasp at the intrusion, “Oh Merlin, Nev!” You moaned. Neville watched intently at every small reaction you made, your own eyes focused on his finger pumping in and out of your pussy. Neville pants above you, incredibly aroused at the view of you split open around his finger. The soft, sweet moans you let out at his simple movements. “More! Please, please put more in!” You moan. He nods and immediately puts his ring finger in next to his middle finger, you let out a loud moan at the stretch. You let out a breath of pleasure while his fingers pound into your g-spot, “Nev!” Your eyes close shut and eyebrows furrow up, “Merlin…”

“You’re so pretty, so pretty…” Neville says softly to you. His right hand raises to rub your right thigh softly, trying to soothe you while you reach your orgasm. 

You start to shake while you feel the knot in your stomach form, “Nevvyy!” You moan out. You try to keep your cool while you feel your orgasm approach. You moan loudly as his fingers speed up, “closee! I’m so close!” His fingers pound into your cunt so hard your tits start to bounce at each motion, your legs start to shake and try to close from the pleasure. His hand on your thigh keeps your leg open, the other trying to close your legs. “Neville! Nev! Nev!” You moan and shake. Suddenly the knot in your stomach unravels and your cunt gushes out on his fingers, a loud moan erupts from your throat and quietly echoes off the stone walls. All your muscles tighten up and your hips lift off the mattress, shaking and clenching around his fingers. Neville watches in amazement as you orgasm, his fingers still fucking into you until you start whimpering for him to stop. “Nev, s-stop..” You whine.

Your soft whines break him out of his trance, “Oh, uhm, sorry…” He nods and slowly pulls his soaked fingers out. He looks down at his fingers in disbelief, he makes an impulsive decision and puts the two fingers in his mouth. Sucking off your cum from his fingers, moaning at the taste.

You watch in shock, “Nev..” You whine. He looks up at you, “C’mere…” He reluctantly pulls his fingers out of his mouth and leans forward. You pull him into a kiss and wrap your arms around his neck, he pulls up your body and hugs your waist, your breasts pressed against his chest. The two of you let out soft moans, his precum leaks onto your stomach reminding you of what's still to come. You pull away from him and brush your fingers through his hair, “still wanna?” You ask softly, still recovering from your previous orgasm.

Neville nods, “absolutely. Are you still good to keep going?”

You nod, “mhm. I should let you know though, I am still a virgin so.. Uhm.. be gentle, y’know?” 

Neville’s eyes widen up in shock, he leans up and nods. “Absolutely! I’m sure you already know but, I am too..” He adds shyly. 

You grin and lean your upper body up and kiss him softly. “C’mon, Nev, put it in.” 

Neville grins shyly, finally grabbing the base of his cock with his other hand on your hip. He aims the tip of his cock at your entrance. Slowly he pushes in past your opening, he lets out a soft gasp at the feeling. He grabs both your hips with both hands. Eventually his hips are against yours, “Oh Merlin.. Feels so, so good.” He whimpers. 

You lift your arms and caress his face softly, “good boy, Nev.” You brush your fingers through his hair, “c’mon baby, waited this long to just sit here with your cock in me?” You giggle teasingly. Neville whimpers and starts to move his hips, immediately moaning. You drink in every moan and whimper he lets out, relishing in how vocal he is. “Good boy… that’s it, keep going.” You purr. His head falls into your neck, his body once again flushed against yours. His moans now close to your ear, able to hear every small noise and breath he makes. “Good boy, Nev!” You moan in his ear. You can feel his cock already start to twitch inside of you, not surprising considering only a couple minutes ago he was a virgin. It made you smile with glee remembering your the one breaking him in, training him. “Gonna cum, hm? Gonna cum inside my pussy? Gonna knock me up?” You sweetly moan in his ear. 

He whines and moans, giving soft but wet kisses onto your neck. “‘M so close…Jus’ wanna make you finish too..” He whimpers. 

You giggle softly, “well, c’mon then. Gotta fuck me harder than that if you wanna make me cum anytime soon.” Neville whines and speeds up his hips, his cock now pounding into that spongey bundle of nerves deep inside you. “That’s it,” you moan out. He lifts one of his hands to your breasts, grabbing one and massaging it. His thumb grazing over your nipple a couple times, you let out a soft moan encouraging him to continue. He lifts his head and puts the perky bud in his mouth, sucking softly on your breast. He lets out soft moans as he sucks on your nipple, “Good- Good boy, Neville!” You moan, “Nevvy, rub my clit, c’mon baby!” He uses the hand on your hip to reach down and rub tight circles onto your clit. “Nev!” You moan out, hips bucking up into his cock. You felt your brain start to get fuzzy, drunk off the pleasure Neville was giving you.

Neville’s hips stuttered, trying so hard to keep himself from cumming. He pulls his off your chest, “cum for me, please. Please cum for me, need to feel you cum.” He begs, need was evident in his voice. He whined and shoved his face between the valley of your boobs. Your nails scratched his back, the other hand in his hair. You moan out, already feeling your orgasm building up.

“Nev Nev Nev! Merlin, Nevvy!” You moan, grabbing harshly onto his hair and pulling on it. “Ohh Merlin! Nevvy, give me more! Please!” Your voice becomes high pitched and needy. You whine and moan, Neville barely catches onto your change in demeanor. As your brain becomes clouded with pleasure and need, you feel yourself slip from the dominant mask. “Nevvyy!” You whine. Neville lifts his head and sees the needy expression you're making. 

His hand on your clit speeds up, “o-okay, gonna give you what you need. Okay?” You whimper and nod. He feels slightly confused at the change, his once dominant girlfriend now whining and begging for him. “You're so pretty, honey. Gonna cum soon?” He asks sweetly yet out of breath. 

“Nevvy…” You whine, “Pleasee! Please call me a good girl, Nevvy! Am I a good girl?”

Neville gulps and responds, “such a good girl, you’re doing so well. Gonna cum for me, yea? Gonna be a good girl?” He isn't sure where this change into submission came from but, he tried his hardest to think and try to mimic what you’ve said to him in the past. No matter whether you were dominant or submissive, he was going to make you cum again.

You nodded quickly, “wanna be a good girl for you, Nevvy! ‘M gonna cum! Ohh Nevvy I’m gonna cum!” Your moans are full of need, high pitched and whiny. Neville tries his best to hold back until he feels your inner walls flutter and clench around him, your pretty moans definitely didn’t help the situation. Suddenly, you clenched too tightly around him and he couldn't hold back anymore. His hips bucked forwards, deep inside of you and he came. His thick load filled up your pussy making you climax. You moaned out loudly, your nails digging into his back and fingers pulling hard on his hair. “Neevvvv!” You moaned out.

Neville held you close into his arms as you both rode out your orgasms, “Good… Good girl.” He sighed out, kissing your cheek. You whimper as he slowly pulls out, he gives you a soft kiss to your forehead. “I love you.” You kiss him softly, your fingers in his hair releasing it a bit and the nails on his back now just the pads of your fingers trying to pull him closer.

As you started to come back down to earth the realization of how you acted sunk in, you nuzzled your head into his neck. “‘M sorry…” You mutter.

“Hm? What for?” Neville asks curiously.

“Tried to stay dominant… This is why I tried to push back on having sex or cumming around you. I know you like to be more submissive, ‘m sorry..” You say quietly.

He laughs softly, “What? You don’t have to do that for me and you don’t have to apologize for feeling good. Uhm, it did feel good right?” He asks.

You giggle, “Yea, thank you baby. Felt really good.” You smile and kiss his neck and up to his face, traveling to his lips. The two of you share a kiss and he lays down next to you. You felt his cum seep out of you and onto the sheets, “needa rest for a second and then we can clean up…” You said with a yawn. He nodded and cuddled up against you, pulling your back into his chest. 

“Love you”

“I love you too, Nevvy.”

[longbottomlove]

first time || n.l.

warnings: smut!

neville and y/n had been dating for about a year at that point, nothing crazy. they’d shared little kisses and hugs, maybe a tiny make out sesh a couple times. the little bit of tongue, heavy breathing kind that every guy dreamed about having with his crush.

but she wasn’t his crush. she was his girlfriend. he loved her. and she loved him. it was simple like that. they’d never tried anything further than kissing because they didn’t need to.

neville tried to be the respectful gentleman y/n deserved, but a nagging problem was starting to arise.

every time they kissed for longer than three seconds, shared a close hug(the kind that had her boobs pressed against his chest), or even if y/n cracked a dirty joke to pull a laugh out from their friends, he had a boner. it was hard to hide and hard to make it go away. neville was a virgin and had no clue what to do.

and then there were the dreams. dreams about his girlfriend. dreams where she was kissing him, touching him, speaking to him in a hushed whisper, neville we have to be quiet. neville we’re gonna be caught. neville do you want me? neville wake up.

and wake up he would. every morning. sometimes he’d wake up to a tent in his pants. other times it would be a sticky mess he had to clean before starting the day.

worst of all was the guilt. godric, the guilt. thinking all of these foul things about someone who had no part in causing it felt criminal. it made him feel gross and pervy. he knew he had to tell you.

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“uh.. y/n?” he forced out. “i..uh. i have to tell you something,”

this was it. the moment she would dump him. poor little neville who had finally gotten a girlfriend was going to be dumped. his heart was racing, palms clammy and shiny with sweat.

y/n followed him into his dorm, taking a seat on the bed like he gestured her to do. she was confused. so confused. was he gonna dump her, did he cheat?

“so what was it you wanted to tell me?” y/n asked, eyes glued to her feet.

“well,” neville started. “i’ve, i’ve been having these thoughts. and they’re gross and about you. and i dunno, i just had to tell you because ikeephavingdirtydreamsaboutyouandimsorry,”

“what?”

neville looked at the girl in confusion. like she couldn’t have possibly not heard him and he didn’t wanna say it again.

“i keep having dirty dreams about you. and im sorry,” he repeated.

a sharp silence overtook the room. she hated him now. she had to. he had confessed his disgusting thoughts to her. he was done for. would she tell a Professor? Snape or McGonagall maybe? would he be expelled for repulsive behavior? or would he just be laughed at by all her friends?

a painful minute of silence rushed through the room, ended only by a sharp cry of laughter. she was laughing! neville didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing but he soon joined in and began chuckling himself.

“oh my god,” y/n started. “i can’t breathe! i cant, i cant,”

after a good four or five minutes y/n finally looked up from her laughing position and looked at her boyfriend. “that’s normal, nev,” she said.

“what?” neville squeezed out.

“to have dreams like that, it’s normal. i’d be concerned if you didn’t have those dreams,”

neville was very confused to say the least. his thoughts were gross… and here she was saying it’s okay.

“and like,” neville started, “every time we like, kiss and stuff, i get a- erm..”

“a what, love?”

neville vaguely gestured to his crotch, hoping she’d get what he meant.

“ohhhhhh. yeah… that’s normal too i think,”she said. neville was relieved to say the least.

it was nearing dinner time, and y/n had promised to sit with hermione and ginny during the meal. she pecked neville on the cheek and started towards the door. she was almost out when she heard a soft voice call out to her.

“y/n?”

“yeah, baby?”

“could you… maybe stay?”

[gorgeous777]

First Time, Neville Longbottom x Fem. Reader

Your boyfriend wants to give you his virginity!

A/N: The following includes praise, p in v, and foreplay.

Enjoy!

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He wasn't sure what got him here. Maybe it was his hormones. Maybe it was just how pretty you were. Or how safe you made him feel when it came to the uncomfortable stuff. Everything actually, not just the uncomfortable stuff. But, whatever it was, it landed him here. Standing in front of you with a red face, tight trousers, and unbelievably nervously. He'd never had sex before, but he wasn't clueless about it. At least not entirely. With virginity comes some ignorance. Meanwhile, you're sat on your bed looking up at him dumbfounded. Did he really just ask you if you'd be okay with having sex with him? He couldn't read your expression, and he didn't like it.

You blink once, completely dumbfounded. "I.. Okay. Yeah" Your willingness to comply made some of his nerves fade, but certainly not all of them. He nods awkwardly before responding. "Are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured or anything.." You look up at him quizzically, then letting out a soft scoff and shake your head lightly. "Yes, I'm sure. No pressure, I doubt you even have the heart do something like that Nev." He gives a small, awkward nod. You smack your lips lightly before standing up and stepping close to him. "I suppose we should start off slow, shouldn't we?" His eyes widen at your sudden proximity, but he makes no attempt to move away from you.

"Yeah, yeah. Slow.." He stammers out, raising his hands for a split second before lowering them quickly. He wanted to touch you, hold you, something. But he wasn't sure if that was too fast or not. Especially since you were doing this on his account. Your arms encircle his neck as you press your body to his. His breath hitched at the action and he went rigid momentarily. After another moment of hesitation, his hands came up to gently hold your hips. Your lips meet. At first he's shy, but it doesn't take long for him to try and reciprocate what you're doing. His lips are against yours, and hard. Firmly, nearly bruising. Though, after slowing down and following your lead, it gets better. Soft, and gentle. Sweet, like candy.

His lips feel antagonizingly good against your own. Without realizing it, you've moved to the bed. He's sitting on it, and you're straddling his lap. You don't fully register it, you chose not to. It was better not to ruin the moment. Your hands find their way into his hair, running through it, gripping it. You run your tongue along his bottom lip. A small groan sounds from him as your tongue finally meets his. He was quick to part his lips for you, eager for more. To learn and feel. There's a shift in position again. He's gotten a bit bolder, more comfortable in this mess of your lips. You're pressed up against the headboard and he's on top of you. Words can't begin to describe how warm your body feels beneath him. How good, how right.

Before you knew it, your lips found their way to the corner of his mouth. Kissing hungrily along his jaw then to his neck. When you found his throat, the kisses turned into more. Sucking tenderly on his skin, leaving a trail of dark blossoming hickeys down his neck. For each one you gave, he let out a series of whines and gasps. Such beautiful, needy sounds that spread warm goosebumps across your skin. You're completely enthralled with how vocal he is. How unashamed he is with the pleasure you're bringing him. You try to return your lips to his, but he's quick to mirror your actions. Kissing your jaw and neck, sucking marks into your flesh. Your hands find his hair again, messing it up further. Pulling him in, greedy for more of his attention.

He smells good. Like the greenhouses and shampoo. Heady. It's practically pheromones to you, making you want to drink him in until nothing is left. Unable to take it anymore, your hands find his face and tear him away from your throat. Before he could react, your lips are on his again. Deeply, passionately, hungrily. He reciprocates your kisses with equal ferver. With a puff of air from both of you, you roll over on top of him. His large hands return to your waist and his fingers slide beneath the fabric of your shirt. At some point you break away for air, your breathe no better than trembling gasps. His eyes are blown and his hair is a disaster. Not to mention his heavily flushed cheeks. You imagine you probably don't look much different.

You're straddling him now, just barely hovering above the painfully large tent in his trousers. "Okay.." you let out an exhale, "You've got me worked up now". He swallows thickly as your words sink in, and all he can do is nod at first. His eyes widen as your hands find the zipper of his jumper and yank it down. His chest is heaving by now, and multiple anxieties flood him as you fumble fast hands to unbutton his shirt. He knew he was far from lean, and wasn't overly fond of his chubbiness. Once the fabric was open, your hands slip beneath it and slide it open slowly. Wide eyes marvel at his bare torso, and he swallows nervously. "Beautiful.." You mumble breathlessly, causing Neville to doubt his hearing for a split second.

Before he could voice his doubt, you're already pushing the shirt to his shoulders and pulling it off his arms. "Your turn" you state bluntly, making his eyes widen in horror. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips. After the tiniest bit of hesitation his hands grip the hem of your shirt and pull it off over your head. He sets the article aside, marveling at the sight of your bra. You keep your arms raised above your head, silently ushering for him to take it off you. He reaches behind you, your faces coming into dangerously close proximity as he does. He fumbles a bit, but get the bra unhooked. You lower your arms and shrug the piece off, then simply tossing it aside. He raises his hands, hovering them just above your breasts. His eyes flicker up to your face, hesitancy written all over his expression. "Can I touch you..?"

"As much as you want" His eyes wander back down to your chest as his hands make contact with your bare skin. He cups your breasts gently, his thumbs gently brushing over your nipples and watching as they harden. A small flicker of hesitation crosses him before he just gives into his intrusive thought. His lips make contact with one of your breasts. He trails soft kisses over it, stopping when he reaches your nipple. "I didn't tell you that you had to stop" His eyes instantly flick up to your face, surprise etched all over his own. "This is a part of the act, y'know. Exploring the other persons body. Finding out what they like.." He nods before leaning back in and pressing a kiss to your nipple. It sent pleasant sparks through your body, directly between your legs.

"Do you like that, Y/N?" He asks softly. A small exhale comes from your parted lips. "Yeah.. Yeah, it feels good" Upon your confirmation, he makes up his mind about what to do next. He takes the bud into his mouth and suckles gently. A sharp gasp comes from you at the feeling, your arms instantly going around his shoulders. His mouth was warm and wet. With each suck he gave, a pulse went through your body. A throb of pleasure that only added to the growing wetness between your legs. He pulls away after a few moments, he pulls away and looks up at you almost expectantly. "Was that alright..?" You blink. "Yeah, yes. Definitely. More than alright. That was- Yeah" Although your response mildly confused him, he took it as a good thing. "What next?" His voice is unbelievably soft as he speaks. Unriddled with vulnerability.

"I guess we should.." You exhale, your chest heaving as you did "take off the rest of our clothes" His eyes widen momentarily before he agrees. You slide yourself down his lap a bit to reach his waist. He leans back against the headboard of the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as he watches you unbuckle his belt. His member was painfully hard inside his trousers and creating a large bulge. He swallows thickly once you get his trousers undone. Part of him had doubted it'd actually go this far. Yet here you were. He lifts his hips, making it easier for you to pull his trousers and briefs down his legs. Another wave of heat washes over you at the sight of his bare body. The look on your face kind of scared Neville. "You're staring.." He points out awkwardly, snapping you out of your daze.

"I know I am" Without wasting anymore time, you quickly shed yourself of your bottoms. "Do you want to be on top or bottom?" The question instantly flustered him and he stammers a bit before giving a proper answer. "Which do you want?" You pause momentarily. Guy on top was traditional, first time wise anyway. "You on top" He nods meekly and then you very awkwardly switch places. He stared down at you with nervous eyes. You part your legs for him and hw swallows thickly, his cheeks growing impossibly red. Hesitation was written into his body language. His tongue slips out to wet his lips as he contemplates what to do now. After a moment, he moves closer between your legs as he grabs ahold of his length with one hand.

"Is there somewhere I'm supposed to touch first..?" You nod. "Yeah, the top" He swallows again. Gently, he guides himself to press his tip to your aching clit. You gasp softly, which quickly turns into a low hum as he rubs himself in small circles against you. He let out a small whimper at the feeling. His tip was sensitive and you were so slick.. His body trembled lightly at the unfamiliar pleasure. A few circles later, he moved to press his tip to your throbbing entrance. "Here?" His voice trembled as he spoke. Upon your confirmation, he exhaled shakily. "Can I start..?" His eyes held a look of desperation, and his breathing was far from even. "Please" You voice comes out a whisper that only sent more shivers down Neville's spine. Slowly, he began to push into you. As he does, he lets out a needy whine with his face contorting in pleasure.

Once he's sheathed inside you he pauses, a weak whimper leaving him. He takes a few moments before slowly starting to move his hips. With each gentle thrust he gave, he let out a small whimper or moan. He was a bit tense at first, but seemed to relax easily. His movements became more comfortable, though he was far from rough. His eyes were dark if open at all. So completely unashamedly vocal. Still, not loud enough for to be heard outside the room. You too, let out a chain of your own sighs and noises. They only spurred him on further. After a few minutes his hips suddenly jerked uncontrollably, like he was trying to push deeper into you. His face contorted heavily in pleasure and a small cry left his lips.

It was a sound you definitely couldn't see getting old. Very gently, he pulled out with a weak whine. "Was I okay..?" He questioned through panting breaths. "Yeah.." You manage to respond a few seconds later. He felt like melting. Or as if he legs had suddenly become jelly. Despite it though, he managed to lean down and press a soft kiss to your lips.

"Thank you, Y/N."

[btsbabe7]

Safe Haven

Word Count: 6.9k

Pairing: Lucius Malfoy x reader, Draco Malfoy x reader

Warnings!: 18+, unprotected, age gap, intoxication, infidelity

Synopsis: After a long night out with friends, things take a drastic turn when you show up unexpectedly at the Malfoy Manor and your best friend isn’t the one who lets you in.

You find yourself on the doorstep of the Malfoy manor, lightheaded and nauseous, clothes soaked in rain, liver swimming in poison, and entirely too nervous and embarrassed to knock. You curse yourself for not sending for Draco, your best friend of a solid decade, to come rescue you from your recklessness. You’d insisted to your other friends that you could make it safely, that you knew your way home. And while you did arrive safely, you can’t bring yourself to lift your fist to ask for permission to enter.

The Malfoy Manor has always been a safe place for you throughout your childhood and granted you the same safety as an adult. You’d practically grown up here under the care of the house elf, Dobby, and the companionship of Draco Malfoy. Narcissa saw to things like taking you shopping for clothes and catering to your other womanly needs as you grew older. On the other hand, Lucius Malfoy was hardly present. He remained the breadwinner of the home and that came with the sacrifice of working long days and nights at the Ministry, and in his spare time, he’d used it to meet with friends.

When he was at home, he could be quite demanding. He constantly lectured Draco about slipping grades and the importance of putting his best foot forward instead of indulging in useless shenanigans.

One night, after his wife and son had long trailed off to bed, Lucius had stayed in the entertainment room with you to finish a movie. The both of you remained long after the movie ended, speaking about school, work, and life. He confided in you just as you had with him. You’d always known Lucius Malfoy to lack nothing, not of confidence, not of power, and certainly not control. Yet, that night he’d told you that he didn’t want Draco stuck at the Ministry like himself. He wanted a powerful son that would be able to take his place if the situation ever arose, to be prepared for anything, and be able to step up when his family needed him the most. Most of all, he just wanted someone, something that came from him, to be proud of.

You’d spent several years listening to Draco’s complaints about his father over breaks and in the courtyard at Hogwarts when you two would sneak out to meet late in the night. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to spill Lucius’ wishes. It felt as if you were overstepping every time his words echoed in your mind: someone to be proud of. When you were around, Lucius was a completely different man—tolerant, caring, even nice at times, and you knew Lucius needed to be the one to tell Draco himself.

Now, as an adult, you can recall the moments where he tried caring for Draco in the best way he knew how. You realized that being tough had become his default to shield himself from disappointment, to keep Draco on track. He’d tried to raise him to become a man of power with nothing but confidence and control in his arsenal. He hadn’t failed, but he also hadn’t let his guard down, never liberated himself from the need of being in control.

And part of being in control meant Lucius always remained aware of anything going on inside of and around the Malfoy property, so it’s no surprise that he’s the one that opens the door to your shivering body without you lifting a single finger.

“Look what the storm washed in,” he muses and motions you inside to take shelter from the pouring rain and lightening rolling in through distant black clouds. “You’ve been drinking.”

He doesn’t ask, just states it matter-of-factly.

Anyone with a nose can smell the bitterness seeping off your clothes, your body, your mouth. You smell of whisky and sweat and body odor that isn’t yours. You aren’t sure what you were attempting to drink away, but perhaps it was the searing that burns in your chest when his eyes meet yours.

The look is one you’ve seen him give many, but never to you, and it’s now spread over his hardened features. Disappointment is what lingers in those angry pale grey eyes.

“I… I came to s— I came to see D-drac—“ You let out a scoff, now utterly disappointed in yourself as you slur and stumble over the raised threshold. It’s truly a miracle that you’d made it here at all.

Had you truly allowed yourself to get this wasted?

That answer comes when Lucius uses his own body to shield you from tumbling onto the frigid tiles of the foyer. You cling to the silky sleeve of his robe as he hisses something vulgar under his breath.

“You can’t possibly be this drunk,” he snorts and locks the front door behind you both in a fury. “Who’ve you been with? You graduated years ago and this is how you choose to live? The life of a—a drunk? I expected more from a brilliant witch like yourself. I thought you incapable of falling this low. Does your father know you’re here?”

You rub into the sultry velvet and focus on the way it clings to his body. It’s a black so deep against his pale skin that it makes your eyes feel as if you’re staring into a void.

You hiccup and a soft smile plays at the corners of your mouth as you take in the tart apple and spicy woodsy scent that only the Malfoy men have. It reminds you of all the nights you’d sneak into Draco’s room as a kid and cuddle against his side when you couldn’t sleep, and in your current drunken state, it’s completely intoxicating.

“What’re you doing, Y/n?” Lucius demands as your hand travels up the length of his arm.

You give his biceps a squeeze and chuckle in response. He has such a strong body and he’s adorned it in such a delicious feeling fabric. One you can’t seem to keep your hands off of and want to crawl into.

The truth is that you don’t know what you’re doing and with every blink of your weary eyes, you see Draco’s iced silver ones in waves. You see glimpses of blonde hair in your grasp, lush, silky and soft. You imagined it countless times in the past, pale white hips rutting against your backside while you both watch in the silver ornate mirror that hangs over his dresser just beside his bed. You’d wished it happened as it had in the privacy of your dreams and daydreams.

You see flashes of books in Lucius’ study. The two of you would sneak inside while his father and mother were out and the elves were busy. You’d make out there near the fireplace. Other times, you’d be propped up on the desk with Draco’s erection pressed hard against the delicate folds of your clothed, aching sex.

You lean back on the familiar desk, wet ass gliding against the smooth mahogany. Lucius led you here into the study, which means you’ve truly fucked up.

The study is just the way you remember it. The backside is filled from floor to ceiling with books and skulls and trinkets, all meaning something to Lucius, or simply nothing at all. Lucius’ desk remains in the center, facing the fireplace, and placed firmly on a fancy rug with a huge velvet chair behind it. He has other knickknacks here and there, but the study remains fairly simple and serves its purpose.

You turn to your right and see a family photo nestled in a silver gilded frame. Draco stands in the middle, posed with his chin up, his parents stand as far away as they possibly can with their hands resting on either side of his shoulders. No one smiled, save for the small tug at the corners of Narcissa’s lips, though it didn’t meet her dim eyes.

When you’d snuck down here with Draco, he’d turn it face down on the desk before delving into you. It sits upright now, yet piles of marked scrolls threaten to bury it. A box of limited edition quill inks sit in a box beside them and a semi-wet quill lies on an open scroll just beside you. You come to the conclusion that he must have been working when he sensed someone’s presence, your presence, outside.

Lucky for him.

It’s so late that you begin to wonder where Narcissa might be, where Draco might be since you’d come for him. Asleep upstairs maybe. Or perhaps somewhere else entirely. As for Narcissa, you’d noted her absence shortly after graduation and she only seemed to grow more distant now that you and Draco are of proper age. Draco himself had always remained distant and found solitude in being alone when you weren’t around to keep him company. Just like his mother, his interest in his father had diminished over the years while yours had grown.

Lucius huffs and the springs in the chair squeak lightly underneath his weight. The sound pulls you away from your memories and the weight of your own thoughts settle in the center of your core with a wave of nostalgia. The chair had made the same noise in all those times Draco plopped down there and it knocks you back to a time many years ago.

Draco’s mother had left with her sister, Bellatrix, and you both knew his father would be out later. Narcissa had left you both to the mercy of the house elves, who treated you with much more respect than you cared for.

When silence had fallen over the manor, Draco had waltzed down the hallway and placed a knock on your door. You’d been half asleep in the room given to you since the moment you’d decided this home suited you more than your own. The door had squeaked open, sending golden light cascading over the bright yellow walls they’d let you paint.

You’d hissed at Draco for interrupting your sleep, but somehow he’d managed to coax you out of bed and down into his father’s study. You remember the taste of his lips, so sweet and delicate against yours after the door had been closed. Somehow that had led to him splaying your legs wide and planting your feet firmly on the sturdy wooden surface of his father’s desk.

All you remember afterwards is the fire roaring to life and warming your entire being as Draco pumped you hard with his skilled fingers for the very first time.

You bite into your lip and let out a soft moan as your brain caresses and savors every inch of that memory.

“Y/n!” Lucius demands.

“Lucius,” you mewl softly in a taunting, singsong tone that sends his eyes rolling.

He groans as you kick your muddy heels off and clicks his tongue in disgust when they clatter on his rug.

He curses himself for not remembering to make you take them off at the door. Though, he reminds himself that you don’t usually show up in such a pathetic state where your manners are long forgotten. He also reminds himself that he’s not usually in a position underneath your taunting gaze. You sit there like a queen on her throne. Unfortunately for him, the throne just so happens to be his desk.

Lucius fights the urge to take control of the situation, though his body aches for him to do so. He wants you off his desk, off your ass, sobered up, and sinking down his cock. He caresses his chin and bites into his bottom lip before flinching away from that final realization, away from you and the way your nipples grow hard against the thin fabric of that skimpy dress you’d slipped on hours ago to meet with friends in. Had he been here, he wouldn’t have let you step a foot outside in such scandalous attire. He curses your father for being so absentminded and so uninvolved in your life.

Despite that truth, Lucius had watched you bloom into a brilliant witch and beautiful woman. Over the years, he’d listened to Narcissa’s comments on the way your body had practically become a woman’s overnight—large breasts and curves that had been flaunted too well in your robes and skirts. Lucius forked over more money for your new robes and uniform without hesitation. He couldn’t stand the idea of boys at Hogwarts gawking at you, targeting you with their useless, impure minds. And selfishly, he’d always seen you more fit for a Malfoy, even though you went against everything they stood for.

You have half-blood friends, you were sorted into a house other than Slytherin, you were curious about muggles. Lucius had pushed all those details to the back of his mind when he took you in. You were strong, opinionated even when he disagreed with you, and best of all, you never backed down from a challenge. You weren’t weak and he appreciated that quality about you.

Now, you appear stronger than ever, though your judgement is obviously skewed.

“I’m disappointed in you,” he begins. He knows he has to scold you like a child, but he also knows you’ll do it again if he doesn’t. He hates that he has to be the one to do it. “I think y—“

“Deserve to be punished, don’t I?” You whimper and pick at your nails with a firm pout of your pink lips.

Lucius rolls his eyes and ignores the ache daring to tear him apart at the seam if he allows you to open your mouth again. He comes off the chair and turns to face the endlessly shelving of books. He crosses his arms and stares mindlessly at the first row that meets his eyes, far away from you.

Sickness, much like bile, collects at the base of his throat and he swallows it down. He knows he cannot touch you, it’d be crossing the line on so many levels. Worst, it’d go against his morals. He’s married. His son is one of your better best friends. He’s friends with your useless excuse of a father, he’s looked your mother in the eyes over countless meetings decades ago where he vowed to take care of you to the best of his ability before he took you in for good. Yet, every civilized thought escapes his mind when he hears your breathing hitch behind him. A soft shuffling follows and he swallows dryly. He knows the sound all too well—wet clothes being removed, peeling away from damp skin, and plopping against the floor.

You’re a sopping mess in the neatness of his study. His rug will suffer, but so will he.

He clenches his teeth and sneers as he whips his wand out and sends a charm towards his study door. It closes and locks quietly, but the nearly silent sound still echoes loudly in his eardrums.

You let out a soft whimper as you bristle against the cool rush of the closing door. You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. The men of this manor never could, and with the close of his door, you’d just become Lucius Malfoy’s seductress.

You roll your head back and stare at the way the ceiling curves to a point above the desk. You’ve stared at it many times when Draco pleased you while he remained completely oblivious to your true desires. Thoughts of Lucius had plagued your mind while Draco’s fingers and mouth did all the work. His father’s name had clung to the edge of your tongue while you forced Draco’s out with careful skill. You knew it was wrong, but it’d almost become a game during those long nights. You’d always wondered if you’d slip up and what Draco would do if you did.

You splay your thighs wide and run your feet along the arms of the emerald green chair. With heavy eyes, you watch the fabric’s color distort slightly from light emerald to a darker shade of the same color with each stroke of your flesh. While you do this, you take notice that Lucius hasn’t turned around since he’s left the chair. Denying his own primal needs as a male, you’re sure. You’d just waltzed, well, stumbled right in and threatened all order, seized all his control with minimal effort, and he hates it. You know he does. Yet, your own need for warmth begins to overtake your own motives and you shiver against the cool air circulating in the darkened room.

“C-could you start up a fire?” You blurt through clenched teeth as you hug into your shivering body.

Lucius’ head snaps back as if he’s been in a trance the entire time. His senses slowly return and he follows the needy plead of your voice. He regrets it the very moment your nude body comes into view. Your lacy black underwear are all that remain of the clothes you’d stripped off and Lucius is suffering indeed.

Hardened grey eyes glaze over the length of your being. He takes in the way your dark hair is now chopped at your shoulders, the length of your short, delicate limbs, the perfect curvature of your breasts and hips. It’s all more proportional and more appealing than he cares to admit.

His eyes snap away from your shivering body and he forces himself to focus on the dead fireplace alongside the wall. The door is sealed shut behind you, beyond you. He should open it, the door. He should summon Draco or call for an elf to help you, cloth you. If you’re this comfortable around him, daring really, then he has no doubt that his son has seen you just the same and would have no qualms about helping.

Cunning as you are, you should have been sorted into Slytherin during your school years. A true shame that the Slytherin house missed out on such brilliance due to a wrinkly old hat and a fool of a headmaster.

He thinks to himself.

Lucius kindles the firewood in the fireplace with a sharp snap of his fingers and watches the fire spark. As the wood crackles, the flame catches another piece and begins dancing to life as he attempts to choose his next words as carefully as he can.

“How long?”

You cannot admit that your liking for Lucius had begun at the ripe age of fifteen. You were young, impressionable, and Lucius had shown you how real men care for their families. While Draco complained about his father, you saw a hardworking man who needed to put food on the table for his family, a provider. You seen him as the man who’d step in when your real father chose not, and you admired that too.

You swallow and keep your eyes on your fingertips which are coming more and more into focus with each pick of your nails.

“It’s been awhile,” is all you manage.

Lucius continues staring into the fire, still upset with himself for closing the door while trying to work out how long a while consists of. His heart races with both fear and excitement, but he isn’t sure which one will win this battle.

After a while, Lucius brings a blanket over from the corner of the room. He dusts it off and wraps it around your warming body. He doesn’t dare look you over again. He can’t. Not when your eyes watch his every move, from his pacing to the way he strokes his chin across the room when he’s deep in thought. He hadn’t planned for you to show up like this and hadn’t planned for you to strip everything off and be so confidently naked in front of him.

He stares at another book on the shelf, hardly registering the title as he slips a delicate stripe down the spine. He needs something else to focus on, but he isn’t prepared for the sound that comes out of you next. A sound that ripples through his very being and has him on edge like a wild beast.

The fingertips of your right hand run down the plain of your belly, relishing the feeling of your warming body before slipping underneath the hem of your lace. The blanket shifts off your shoulders as you spread your legs wide and allow your fingertips to trickle just below the dampened folds. The thought of Lucius, as always, overtakes your senses, and you graze right between the folds with a low moan. You tease your arousal before bringing it back up to the little protrusion between your lips. You give your clitoris a generous rub and you melt right where you sit.

Lucius’ head whips in your direction and all color leaves his face. His body goes still like a statue.

“You… Y—“

His name finally slips off your tongue and it tastes absolutely delicious. You’re exhausted with holding back, holding it in. You’d spent years doing so and you weren’t going to give up this opportunity that’s presented itself. It was supposed to be Draco that let you in, that came to your rescue as always, but when the long, white-haired Malfoy, the patriarch of this manor opened that door, you knew the stars had aligned that very moment.

“I command you to stop,” Lucius orders, but you shake your head in protest and circle harder.

Lucius feels as if he’s the one that’s been drinking. The way your moans and soft pants make his head spin is intoxicating. He can’t help the way his cock twitches underneath his pajama pants. He’s glad the robe does the job of covering the sudden reaction. He doesn’t want you to have the satisfaction of knowing what you do to him.

He bites into his lip once more and shuts his eyes. No, he reopens them because the memory of you naked is now engrained behind his eyes and also right in front of him. You’re everywhere he looks, your moans are all he can hear. He cannot escape you. Perhaps if he just opened the damned door. But he’s sealed it shut with a charm not even his own son could get through on the other side. It sealed off all sound and no one would come bothering the two of you. He knows this, even with the sickness rising in his throat again.

Lucius’ eyes cower towards you, watching the way your hips rock softly against your circling fingers. You hadn’t slipped inside yourself, just gathered your arousal enough to keep the rubbing lubricated. His cock aches and he cannot remember the last time he had sex, let alone the last time a female had graced him with such vulgar imagery. He turns away from you and wishes for the pulsing in his veins to stop. He wishes away the heat centering between his legs, but it remains. Your panting grows louder and he fears he will erupt right where he stands. So, what would be the harm if he were standing in front of you instead? What would be the harm if he simply gave in? Stopped fighting and resisting?

He lets out a shaky breath and faces you. You watch determination settle in his eyes and you let out a squeaky moan. Lucius makes his way towards the desk and kicks the chair to the right side. When he finally faces you, his face goes pale. He flinches at the sight of you spread open and so beautifully aroused. He’d missed the fact that you’d now removed the lace, which he’d hardly call underwear as they’d probably hid nothing from the skimpy look of them on his rug. But now, your sex is glistening at the folds, reddened and swollen with heat, and he almost collapses.

“Help me, Lucius,” you hum and trace your wet fingers upwards in a smooth motion.

His grey eyes follow the wet trail up to your navel, over the soft skin of your belly, over your sternum, and now the way you lazily circle around each of your nipples. His chest tightens, but he can no longer force himself to look away. This entire situation is scandalous and if he were to take this risk, how would anyone other than the two of you know? He knows you brilliant enough to keep your mouth shut about something like this. It would ruin you just as much as himself if word got around.

Lucius whips his robe open and your eyes go wide in amusement. Creamy white skin with dark hairs cover the expanse of his chest and navel before leading a trail underneath the hem of his velvet pajama pants. You cock your head and smile weakly at the protrusion in the center. He’d been hiding it, the way you turn him on, and a deep satisfaction steeps in your belly.

You place your palm on your sex. Excited by the sight of him hardened for you, you feel the need to release yourself; however, Lucius quickly throws a wrench in those plans. He takes your sopping fingers and tosses them away from your mound, and you watch as he kneels on the floor in front of you and pushes your legs further apart.

You can’t hide the amazement in your eyes as he pulls you to the very edge of the desk.

Lucius Malfoy kneeling.

Your mouth waters. So does his.

His eyes devour the glistening between your thighs and his heartbeat quickens with each passing breath. If he does this, there’s no going back. If he doesn’t do this, you’ll both be completely unsatisfied and the awkwardness would linger in the air much longer than the realization of your actions if he were to give in. With your eyes plastered on him, he can’t stop himself from licking his lips. Your body is so intriguing, so divine, and he wants to explore every inch. With quivering lips and unsure thoughts, Lucius’ breath shutters against your warmth before licking a stripe up the wet folds of your cunt. Your head falls back and a rumbling moan escapes your throat. You know this will be so much better than anything you’ve ever experienced in this room.

Your fingers caress his scalp and gingerly gather his long platinum hair into your fists. Your hips buck forward to meet each flip of his tongue. You feel hot all over. Your head, your cheeks, your throat, chest and belly, your thighs and ass pressed hard against the wood, and your very core. Lucius suckles at your clit and it almost sends you overboard. You attempt to pull him away, but he clamps hard enough to earn a yelp before settling back. He lets out a rough chuckle and toys his thumb over the reddened protrusion before slipping down and pressing through your entrance.

You fall back on your elbows and shut your eyes to the ceiling.

“Lucius…”

Remarkable. Is all that come to mind at the way your cunt squeezes around his thumb. With the sound of your ravenous moans in response to this little action, he can hardly imagine what you’d sound like with his cock buried inside of you.

“Fuck me,” you snarl. “Please fuck me, Lucius.”

He knows he can’t ignore your commands any longer. He will go mad if he does. He stands to attention, slipping right out of his garments as he does. His cock pulses as he sucks your juices off his thumb, then uses the same hand to stroke his own ache. He sighs in relief and you watch him align himself. He wastes no time thrusting through your folds and you howl in pain and pleasure.

Perhaps you should have warned him of the truth, but it’s much too late. His cock is tight inside of you, running along the fresh, untouched walls with so much precision. Your breasts ache and your chests burns. Your entrance burns, but you don’t care. You’ve needed this for years, craved it, and now you’ll relish every inch of him.

Something flickers in his eyes when they find yours, shame and lust reflect in them. He can’t believe he’s inside of you, can’t believe he gave in so easily. He hadn’t bothered asking of your prior experience. Truthfully, he didn’t want to know how many men had buried themselves inside this glorious, tight hole of yours. The ridges of your walls had swallowed him whole and he didn’t need to think of any competition because he was already determined to be your best.

Lucius watches you like a hawk, catching the way your hand finds your curls and massage into your scalp. He watches the way your breasts jiggle with each movement of your body against his. He closes his eyes, hoping it’s just a dream. When he opens them again, you’re still there like the delectable woman he now knows you to be.

It’s not long before your chest begins to tighten and the squeeze in your core contracts softly. You know this feeling all too well, Draco had taught you all you knew about the feelings of an orgasm, and you won’t last much longer. Not with Lucius hitting all the right spots and his rutting cock buried so deep inside your very core. Your head spins and the point on the ceiling distorts as you falter back onto your elbows. You feel as if you’re floating and he feels like perfection.

Lucius tries to avoid your eyes, your low and seductive features that have his mind reeling and tethering on the edge of reality. He knows he shouldn’t have given in and that he’ll pay for it every time he sees you going forward. He’ll think about it when his wife returns home, whenever she returns home. He’ll think about it when he sees his son and he’ll scowl at idea that he may have had you in this very position before but never had the balls to go any further. Or maybe he has and Lucius should’ve triple-guessed before delving balls deep into your tight little cunt.

He snarls at the thought and at the sight of your arousal glistening under the golden light along his full length with every pull of his hips. He’s growing sloppier in his thrusts, failing miserably in keeping his groans and grunts at bay as he wished. He can’t have you thinking he’s enjoying himself or that he will be allowing this to happen again. He can’t allow you to bring out this side of him again, messy and bending at your will. Yet, if this will be the last time, he plans to make it memorable for the both of you.

Lucius glides his hand over the plain of your stomach and watches the way your breasts bounce to the rhythm of his thrusting. He’d give anything to be properly buried there, right in the softness of your skin, but he knows this is wrong. But how can it be wrong when his name slipping off your lips sounds as if an angel is calling out for him?

He sneers and squeezes his eyes shut. He tries to imagine a time when his wife loved him enough for this, not from a place of dedication or duty, but just a desperate need to be touched by him. A need for hot, raging, glorious sex. And he almost goes limp at the thought of her.

He opens his eyes and yours are right there, hungry and focused solely on him. Whatever alcohol had dared to poison your liver, dared to overtake your senses has vanished very quickly. Though, he knows you’ve been aware from the moment you’d grasped his robe in the entryway. He knows from the way something like golden fire sparkled in your eyes in all the times you’ve glanced at him when no one was watching over the years.

Something flutters deep in Lucius’ core and he pants loudly at that realization. It drives himself to take a fistful of your hair without thinking it over, and he almost melts when you flash a bright smile that sends him swooning.

Fuck me, Lucius.

The line rings like an echo in his mind.

“Lucius… Kiss me.”

Lucius’ eyes blaze and he rushes his mouth against your plump pink lips on command. Your tongue sweeps over his and his eyes grow wide as yours flutter to a close. The bitterness of whisky and the sweetness of butterscotch that lingers after too many Butterbeers is heavy on your tongue, but you taste just as sweet against him like strawberries underneath. He imagines you downing goblets, tossing them back like a champ. Perhaps the sway of your hips if music were playing throughout the tavern. He knew you to be confident in that way, somehow always socially adept and always the center of attention, even though you denied it.

You sweep your arms around his neck and pull him closer, and just as his thrusts begin to falter, you bring your heels up to his muscled cheeks and drive him in further. A shakily groan floods into the cavern of your mouth and his eyes glow with something you’ve never seen before. Desire? Lust? You don’t know. All you know is that you don’t want him stopping until your orgasm is pulsing all around his long, slender length. You want to feel his warm seed coating your inner thighs and stomach. And as much as you wish to feel him spilling inside of you, his milky semen dripping out of you and growing sticky between your thighs as the night grows to day, you know you can’t allow that. Not now.

With your lips hot against his, Lucius can hardly contain himself. His grip in your curls tighten as he holds your lips to his, swallowing each of your pressing moans whole. He gives you the satisfaction of guiding him deeper until he’s had enough. When he does, he withdraws entirely.

He could explode from the way you appear in front of him, eyes blown, pussy swollen and glimmering at the folds, breasts supple and nipples harder than his cock. Your arousal is all over his length and groin and he can’t take it easy anymore. He grasps your arm and yanks you off the desk. You yelp as he twists you around in one quick motion and ropes one of your knees in his hands to press up against the desk.

A chill runs down your spine and your nipples ache against the coolness of the wood. They’re begging to be relieved, but neither of you can be bothered to do so when the pleasure of Lucius’ cock being buried inside you is much more vital.

He knows the fireplace had done nothing to warm the desk and he relishes the sight of you shivering against the chill. He watches the way goosebumps prickle over your skin and the way your ass has become discolored from being pressed against his desk for so long. He gives it a firm smack, which earns yet another whimper from your lips.

He smirks while collecting himself and driving back into you.

With a deafening grunt, he takes your hair back into his fist and places the other on your hip. His own plow against your ass and you whine at the new depths of his cock.

Your cheeks burn at the thought of how wet you are in front of him, for him. Unbelievably pathetic.

Knowing this will end soon feels like absolutely torture and Lucius struggles with that reality with each contraction of your walls. His thrusts remain erratic, but he stopped caring. His hand loosens in your hair and squeezes harder against your hip when your back arches. He catches you taking glimpses of him over your shoulder and chuckles at your desperation. Though, his is just as bad. He’s never known how desperately he needed this from you.

“Perhaps I should’ve left you on your ass.”

“Maybe,” you pant nonchalantly. “At least I would’ve been granted the pleasure of seeing your face when you release.”

He tugs at you closer and uses the chair to prop his own leg up before dropping his hand from your hair entirely and lowering it to your jawline. He grasps it hard and you groan against the touch.

“You want to see my face when I release?” He laughs coldly. “Well, here I am.”

He stares into your lidded eyes and smirks at how fucked out and beautiful you look taking his cock.

“You’re good at this, aren’t you?”

It’s a backhanded compliment, but he lets you let it out an exasperated giggle. It rumbles in your throat underneath his hand and drives him mad.

“How many cocks have you taken?”

You blink blankly, surprised by the question, the forwardness. You’re prepared to force out an answer, but his hand tightens around the base of your throat, squeezing just enough to cut off air.

“The truth,” he adds. “Only the truth.”

He loosens his grip a smidge and you gasp the words, “Only yours.”

Lucius’ eyes go grim and he squeezes your throat again. Your cheeks burn hot in embarrassment.

“The truth, Y/n!”

Your core aches at the sound of your name rolling off his tongue and you shiver against him.

“Just yours, Lucius.”

His heartbeat quickens and he draws your lips back to his, forcing himself deeper with the twist. You squirm under the pressure and grasp the edge of the desk for stability as your back arches with each thrust of his hips and his breathing draws shakily against your mouth.

“Y/n,” he grunts. “I… You—your first?”

His eyebrows twitch and his body shivers. A low hum leaves your mouth, completely in tune with the way his body quivers against yours. You focus on the way your own heart begins to race in your chest, a deep thrumming that has you gasping with the tightening inside your core. Your core burns as you hold back your orgasm. You know he’s earned it, but he isn’t there just yet.

Lucius squeezes tighter and you rock your hips back to meet his. His eyes go wide, then roll with a hiss slipping from him mouth simultaneously.

“Shit!”

“Lucius…”

He sneers and slips behind you again, completely withdrawing from your view. He can’t look you in the eyes right now or his load will be buried so deep inside of you that he’ll have a new set of problems on his plate. His wife, his son. He already feels that he isn’t a good enough husband or father. His job at the Ministry is demanding, and you… Merlin, you are going to be the absolute end of him.

He ruts his hips forward in long, hard motions until the only noises filling the study are the sounds of your ass clapping against his groin, the sloppiness of your arousal sticking to his shaft, and your moans drowning out his own. He thrusts and thrusts and thrusts, sinking you down to his balls with each sweep. And your cries…

“Fuck,” he whimpers and shakes at the knees.

He plants both hands on your hips and stares at anything else but your body leaned over his desk, obeying his every command, and rewarding him with its own sweetness.

“Cum for me,” he growls lowly.

Your moans are so loud that you can barely hear the order. You’ve been teetering on the edge for minutes now, barely able to hold your own release back any longer.

“Cum for me now,” he demands. “Or I-I’ll…”

You rock your hips and Lucius lets out a deafening groan that sends you overboard. Your walls tense around him and your body flushes hot as you milk him dry. He sputters and grasps your ass, your hips, your waist, then with agonizing discipline, he slips out of your squelching warmth and explodes all over you with a roar. Warmth explodes all over your backside, your thighs, your ass, and you collapse on your arms against the desk. Your legs shake terribly and you aren’t sure you’ll be able to stand much longer.

Lucius’s groans stifle into breathy pants and the familiar squeaking of chair behind you fills your ears as he pulls you down into his lap. Your legs almost give out with the action and his eyes are full of nothing but hot rage. He splays your legs apart and clamps his hand over your cunt, feeling the stickiness of your own orgasm between your thighs. He watches you intently, studies you and the way your body shutter softly with the touch. Then, his own need for control returns, washing over him in a powerful wave.

He swirls his fingers just as he’d watched you do, just the way you like it. Your head snaps back, nipples peaking once more and your moan filling his ears with that sweet melody he’ll never forget. He hates how pretty you look when you cry, but he loves how responsive your body is to his every touch.

“Lucius… please…” you pant softly, eyes already rolling.

“I don’t recall saying we were done,” he muses.

His fingers run between your trembling folds and you jerk forward with a breathy howl.

You catch sight of his vile smile as you tremble in overstimulating pleasure and you bite back a demanding moan knowing this is now his own form of torture.

Lucius’ brows raise as he watches you struggle to regain your own control. Just when you think you have it, he lets out a soft sigh. Something along the lines of, “Happy Christmas,” fills your ears in a deep groan just before he plunges his fingers into your needy cunt and takes you all over again, completely reminding you who is always, truly in control.

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December 2024

[rainydayathogwarts]

ok bestie I'm going to need neville x slytherin!reader where she defends him from a bully and he's like 😍😍😍 and then he brings her a special plant or something that can survive in the Slytherin dungeons as a thank you and then she sucks his dick in the greenhouse and absolutely blows his poor innocent mind

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grim greenhouses - neville longbottom

summary: when you defend neville against your cousin, he is convinced he has to give you a little gift as a thank you. but what happens when you decide to thank him for his gift? wc: 2.1k+ cw: smut, oral (m!receiving), public sex (in an empty greenhouse), bitch draco

Neville knows you like arguing with your cousin. For entertainment purposes, to fulfil your family duties. But he definitely wasn’t expect you to begin an argument with your cousin by standing up for him. Nerdy, clumsy Neville Longbottom who had barely spoken three words to you all year despite being your charms partner.

“Why don’t you decide to pick on someone else, Draco? Someone who might deserve it?”

Draco scoffed, and you immediately knew he wasn’t going to go down without a fight, rolling your eyes in annoyance. “What, you don’t think Longbottom deserves to be mocked for his embarrassing failures?”

“What failures? Living?” You only realised your words had sounded more like an insult when Theo cackled next to you. You slapped his arm with a glare, and the boy apologised, but his giggles didn’t completely subside.

“Oh dear cousin, are you in loooove?” Draco mocked, a bullying grin on his face. You crossed your arms over your chest, raising your eyebrows sassily. “Maybe I am.”

None of the bodies in the crowd took your words seriously, rising with unanimous ‘Oooh’s’ to enrage your spoiled cousin. Draco broke out into a genuine smile. “Okay, I can’t take that seriously.” But you only stepped closer to Draco, gripping his wrist as you shot him a warning look. You lowered your voice, but Neville still heard you with full clarity as you asserted “I’m serious, Draco. Stop picking on him.”

Draco snatched his arm out of your hold, looking at you with a judging stare. “I’m starting to think you really do like him.” You watched Draco as he sped away with his goons by his side, spinning on your heels to look at Neville with an apologetic smile.

“I really am sorry about him, Neville.” You whispered, soothingly putting a hand on his shoulder before walking away. Neville was frozen in place, watching as you followed your friends out of the courtyard, heels clicking softly on the cement floor.

Neville was only torn away from his gaze when Luna put a hand on his arm, just below the area you had previously touched him. He shook her off, mumbling “I have to thank her.” But Luna was only surprised when he shot off running in the opposite direction, humming in wonder with a slight shrug of her shoulders.

Neville rushed over to the herbology greenhouses, walking past the intimidatingly large ones used as classrooms so he could nudge the door to the third greenhouse open. He welcomed the humid atmosphere of this greenhouse, shutting the door behind him. This one was different to the rest, harbouring more dangerous plants that thrived in dark atmospheres. Neville hummed, glancing up at the vines that wrapped around the windows and ceiling, shielding the delicate plants from the fatal rays of sun.

Throwing his jumper on the table, Neville loosened his tie and ushered his herbology textbook out of his book bag. He flicked over to a familiar page, reading over the description of a plant he already knew like the back of his hand.

The smitten boy didn’t need to read over the plant to know it would be his thank you gift for you. Neville rushed over to find an empty pot, adding soil, a few plant seeds, and just enough water to it before hiding it in the darkest corner he could find. Neville wiped the sweat off his forehead, leaving a streak of soil on his face, but at least he was satisfied.

In only a few days, the magical plant will have sprout, and it will be perfect for you.

The next time you found yourself packing your things up after an uneventful charms lesson, Neville shyly asked you “Are you busy now? There’s something I want to show you. Something I got you-well made you.” You smiled at Neville as he rambled on, shaking your head softly, but Neville already knew. You had mentioned enough times at the end of this same lesson that ‘I’m about the spend this free doing absolutely nothing.’

“Something you made for me? Like a gift?” You were grinning widely, following Neville out of the charms classroom and onto the hogwarts grounds.

“It’s not really much of a gift,” He started, clutching the strap of his bag tightly. “It’s more of a thank you, for standing up for me the other day. I know that he - Draco - is really important to you, so it means a lot that you stood up for me.” You slid your hand into Neville’s, tugging him back as you stopped in your tracks.

“Neville. That’s really nice of you. I don’t - I’m not nice for gifts. I genuinely think you deserve to be treated better. Draco can save his bullying for someone like McGlaggen.” The boy’s cheeks flushed a pale pink, and he ducked his head down, looking at where your hands held.

Neville glanced up at you, smiling softly before tugging you along the path.

“Come on.”

You began feeling uneasy as Neville led you towards the dark greenhouses, but you knew you trusted him. Neville wouldn’t hurt a fly. “You know, we tell the first years that Dumbledore is hiding a creature in here, like an acromantula or something. They dare each other to sneak in there and we follow them and make creepy noises. It’s really funny.”

Neville’s laugh shocked you, and you suddenly felt bad. You knew if he wasn’t in your year group, he would have been a victim of that poor excuse of a prank. “Don’t worry, I can confirm there are no acromantulas in there.”

“Even so,” You started intertwining your fingers with his. You saw the blush on his face darken. “You would protect me against it, wouldn’t you?” Neville nodded quickly, looking away from you to hide his shy smile.

His fingers untangled with yours, and he left you at the entrance of the greenhouse, rushing off to find the potted plant for you. You busied yourself with shutting the door of the greenhouse, then taking your jumper off.

Your shirt crinkled slightly as you pulled your jumper over your head, sighing quietly. “It’s quite warm in here, isn’t it?” But Neville didn’t reply, only appearing with a large purple plant that he had to peek around from the sides to see you.

“Oh Neville!” You gasped, reaching out to help take the plant from him. “Um, it shouldn’t really grow for a while. I didn’t realise it was so quick, but I guess it is quite dark in here. It’ll be slower in the dungeons, but it’ll survive.”

The plant thumped against the table as Neville dropped it and you giggled at the sight of the soil all over his uniform shirt. “You’ve got,” You started, wiping your hands down the boy’s shirt to get rid of the dirt. Neville’s stomach constricted underneath your fingertips. “Um it doesn’t matter.” You cut yourself off, pulling your hands off Neville’s stomach to throw your arms around him.

Neville stumbled back in shock, blinking quickly as he decided to return the hug, his hands lingering shyly on your waist. You pulled back, dragging your hands back over Neville’s shoulders to cup his face, bringing him closer to you so you could press your lips against his.

A surprised noise came out of his mouth, swallowed by your lips. Neville’s arms tightened around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer to him as he tilted his head to the side, trying to deepen the kiss. You parted your lips, running your tongue on Neville’s bottom lip, only for him to gasp, his mouth dipping open. Moaning quietly, you slid your tongue against Neville’s, who pulled away from the kiss slightly to push you back against the table, his eyes glued to your lips as he reconnecting them with his, kissing you passionately.

You pushed Neville away, lips separating with a wet pop. “Let me thank you properly, Nev.” You whispered, encouraging him back a couple of steps as you dropped to your knees. Neville gulped animatedly, shaking his head with a weak cry of “You don’t have to!”

“I want to… Do you want to?”

But your only response was Neville unzipping his trousers eagerly, his belt buckle clanging loudly as he pushed his trousers down his legs. You hooked your fingers in the elastic band of Neville’s boxers, pulling them down teasingly slow. As you wrapped your fingers around Neville’s cock, you glanced up at him through your lashes, wetting your lips with your tongue. Neville let out a shaky breath as you started stroking him, hand slowly pumping him up and down.

“Has a girl touched you like this before?” You teasingly asked at the look of his mouth agape. To your surprise, he shook his head no, making you gasp softly. “Better make your first unbeatable then.”

You licked his leaking red tip before wrapping your lips around him, humming when one of Neville’s hand came to the back of your head to steady you, fingers combing through your hair. You sucked softly on his tip, and Neville bucked his lips one with a broken moan, apologising for the movement as he pushed deeper into your mouth.

Taking it as a sign to move forward, you moved your head closer to Neville’s pelvis, taking his dick into your mouth inch by inch. You ran your tongue on the underside of his cock, watching amusedly as he shut his eyes tightly, throwing his head back with pleasure, mouth open in a silent moan.

Placing your hands on Neville’s thighs, you felt his muscles clenching. You began caressing him there as you began bobbing your head up and down, pushing yourself further down his cock every time you sunk down on him, causing loud moans to ring out in the humid greenhouse. His tip grazed the back of your throat and you felt tears gather in your eyes.

Neville’s hand closed gently around your hair, pulling you off his cock, and you gasped as both his hands gripped your collar tightly, pulling you up with as much force as he could muster. You whimpered as you stumbled up to your feet, placing your hands on top of his.

Neville pushed you back against the table again, pressing his body snugly against yours as he kissed you again, moaning softly when you reached between your bodies to wrap your hand around his cock again. “Please, I just - please.”

“Just want some kisses?” You teased, and Neville desperately nodded, pressing his lips against yours and forcing his tongue into your mouth as you sped up the pace of your hand on his cock. You squeezed the base of Neville’s cock before sliding your hand back up to the top, running your thumb over his tip.

Neville cried out loudly, his sounds swallowed by your kiss as you tugged him impossibly closer to you with your free hand. His hips thrusted up into your hand, cock shooting spurts of milky white cum all over your uniform as he broke the kiss, head dropping down to rest on your shoulder.

The boy took a long moment to recover, panting loudly as he caught his breath. You ran a hand through his hair, and he leaned into your touch, swallowing thickly as you moved your head to the side to kiss him softly on the temple. Neville finally lifted his head off your shoulder, placing both his hands on your hips.

His face was bright red, a shy smile finally finding its way onto his features.

“Thank you.” He whispered, eyes dipping down to look at your lips.

You grinned, leaning forward to peck Neville’s lips, giggling at the satisfied sigh that fell from his lips. The both of you stood there, embracing, until finally, Neville pulled away to tuck himself back into his trousers, finding himself suddenly unable to meet your eyes.

He found his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. “Uh, let me help you with that.” He mumbled, rushing to lift the potted plant off the table. “Don’t worry, I can handle it.” Neville nodded frantically, turning around to rush out of the greenhouse with a “See you around!”

“Hey Neville?”

The boy spun on the balls of his feet, looking at you expectantly as he clutched the strap of his bag tightly.

“Don’t be a stranger.”

And with that the boy was taking long strides towards you and cupping your face in his hands to press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss.

“I really will see you around.”

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[distantdarlings]

SHOW ME // n. longbottom

RATING: R / 5.5K WORDS

Neville Longbottom x Gender-Neutral Reader Insert

+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this* During winter breaks from school, you and your best friend, Neville Longbottom, spend a significant amount of time at the Weasleys’.

+ WARNINGS - SMUT! (PIGenderNeutral - no protection), gender-neutral reader, dom!reader, sub!Neville, kissing, reader talks Neville through everything, they have sex on the Weasleys’ couch (I’m sorry, Weasleys), friends-to-lovers, language, not fully proofread (lmk if I missed anything)

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Chemistry - Gigi Perez

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For the last few years—as soon as Hogwarts let out for winter break—you'd found yourself packing for a different house than the one you'd grown up in.

Of course, you'd end up at your childhood home eventually so you could share Christmas gifts with your family, but the first few weeks before Christmas day were spent elsewhere.

At The Burrow, to be exact. A cozy dwelling that resembled several small houses stacked on top of one another vertically. Every time you stopped in front of the huge building, you found yourself squinting against the sun and cranking your head back to try and take it all in.

The Weasleys were a wonderful family and never hesitated to take you in every winter. You and every other one of their many children’s friends. Their presence felt almost as close to home as your own family.

You stared at the grand array of all of your things packed neatly away. With hands on your hips and head tilted to the side, you surveyed everything to ensure you had all you needed.

A knock on your door echoed throughout the emptied dorm room. You looked back and made eye contact with Neville Longbottom.

A smile spread across your lips. You nodded him further into the room.

Clutched in his right fist was a tattered leather bag, stuffed full with all of his things. It was less than you were taking home but more than some of the students here had. Though, not by much.

“I'm just making sure I'm completely covered,” you explained, turning back to your things.

“I’d say you're completely covered and then some,” he chuckled nervously. He came to stand beside you and stopped.

Jokingly, you nudged him in the ribs with your elbow and rolled your eyes. Embarrassed, he hung his head and softly apologized.

“I'm just messing with you,” you laughed. “Don't take me so seriously. Merlin knows I don't.”

“‘Can't help it sometimes,” he shrugged.

“I know,” you responded. “Help me grab everything?”

He nodded and shifted his bag into his left hand so he could grab one of your bags. The two of you always traveled to the Weasleys together, usually by the Hogwarts Express with the flame-headed children themselves, but this year was different.

This year, you were both able to Disapparate and had decided to come a few days later than the others. Call it practice.

Harry Potter and Hermione Granger had already left with the Weasley children and were probably settled in, sucking down cinnamon hot chocolate and swapping stories. You'd be lying if you said you weren't a little jealous.

But, Neville wanted to Disapparate and couldn't leave until today, and you weren't going to leave your best friend alone.

“Ready?” he asked. You grabbed the last bag on your bed and nodded.

He seemed to stand there awkwardly for a moment, preparing himself to lead the Disapparation. It was his practice and you knew he didn't want any help, but you could hardly stand to watch him struggle.

You reached over and selected his hand with your free one, entwining your fingers within his. You could hear his slight inhale of breath as your skin touched his. The familiar heat coming off of him settled in your chest. Comfort blossomed when he was near.

“Go ahead,” you whispered supportively. His fingers subconsciously tightened around yours as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He envisioned where he meant to take the two of you. There was a brief moment of silence before the two of you whipped away.

The two of you slid together abruptly and meshed in and out of one another, almost sickeningly so, before your feet suddenly hit solid ground, knocking both of you into each other.

The air was pushed out of your lungs as Neville collapsed to the dirt with a grunt and you fell atop him. Your hands braced against his chest and his arms wrapped gently around your waist in an attempt to catch you before you face-planted.

Your body slammed into his, your nose stopping inches from his. A small gasp released from both of you as your thoughts collected themselves, only to converge onto the other.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” you said gently, easing yourself back off of him and helping him lean up.

“‘S okay,” he murmured shyly, shaking his head. He pulled himself to his feet, brushing the dust from his sweater.

“Nice fucking landing!” A voice echoed against the curve of the Burrow.

The two of you turned to see the Weasley twins standing on either side of the front entrance, hands on their knees and guffawing. You rolled your eyes at the two boys.

Neville chuckled just a bit, a blush flooding his cheeks as red as a rose.

“Shut up!” you fired back, picking a stone up from the ground and hurling it at the two of them.

Wandlessly, one of them deflected the stone, sending it flying somewhere off to the right. “Hey, don't throw shit at my mother’s house!”

“Yeah, throw rocks at your own house!”

Neville helped you gather all of the bags that had flown about when you'd landed. His head hung low as he appeared to be hiding the flush on his cheeks. You wanted to smack the twins for making him so embarrassed. They knew how shy he was and picking on him only made him retreat more within himself. You wanted Neville to enjoy this trip, not spend the entirety of it ashamed of himself and painfully aware of everything he did.

One of the twins pushed the door open, allowing Neville to slip in, bags in tow. As you followed behind him, you eyed the twins threateningly and mumbled a threat through gritted teeth.

“What was that? I couldn't hear you,” one of them said, pretending to cup his ear so he could hear you better.

“I said not to embarrass him like that. You know how he gets.”

The two of them shrugged innocently.

You turned to the one that had pretended to listen to you. “Which one are you, asshole?” You shoved your finger into his face.

“I'm George,” he said, staring you down. You deadpanned and cocked your hip.

“Really?” Too often had the Weasley twins faked being the other for their own interests.

“Yes, dear, that is George! At least I'm pretty sure…”

You looked further into the doorway to see Molly coming around the corner. A smile spread across your lips.

Immediately, you dropped all of your bags and pushed past the twins to fall into her arms.

“Oh dear, you know I missed you so terribly much!” she cried, wrapping her warm arms around you.

“I missed you more, Mrs. Weasley!” you smiled, pulling away and looking her over. “I hope all is well?”

“Yes, of course, and just Molly, dear, please! ‘Mrs. Weasley’ makes me feel old!” The two of you exchanged laughs and another hug before her eyes settled on her twin sons.

“Now, which one of you was giving them trouble?” she demanded, eyes squinting and hands placed on her hips.

The two of them looked back and forth before stuttering out explanations, blaming each other then blaming you then—

“Hush! Stop all of this bickering at once!” she demanded. “If the two of you want to bother our guests, you can help them get settled. Grab their bags out of the doorway and take them up into their room.”

“But—” Fred started. Molly’s eyebrows raised as if challenging her son to argue back. When he realized he would lose that fight, his shoulders dropped and he turned to grab your abandoned bags. George sighed and whispered a complaint to his brother.

“No complaining!” Molly said, before placing an arm around your shoulders and leading you into the kitchen. “Just soup tonight, I’m afraid, but just on time!”

“That’s more than wonderful, Molly,” you laughed, surveying the cozy kitchen as she pulled you into it. Just past the brick divider, you glimpsed Neville leaning against the kitchen counter. Molly had already stuck a ladle in his hands and had him stirring the contents of a large, bronze pot on the stove.

“Not too slow, dear, you’ll burn it!” Molly scolded him.

“S-sorry,” Neville stuttered, immediately picking up the pace.

“No need for apologies,” she smiled, selecting a small, buttery dinner roll from a wooden bowl and placing it in his hand. He hushed himself up as he bit into it, a delicious curl of steam exiting the fluffy thing.

You found your mouth watering before you’d even been in the house for a few minutes. There was little that could beat Molly Weasley’s cooking—not even the house elves in the Hogwarts kitchens stood a chance against her.

She selected the ladle from out of Neville’s hands and took back over the stirring, waving the two of you into the dining room. She mentioned that everyone else was there, preparing the table and waiting for the two of you.

As you entered the dining room through the back of the kitchen, gentle conversation became louder and louder until it stopped and seven pairs of eyes landed on you and Neville.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, and Arthur Weasley all watched as the two of you walked in.

“Hey!” An eruption of greetings echoed from the small room as each of them came over and said hello in their own ways.

You pressed a hug to Ginny, Hermione, and Tonks, laughing through murmured jokes and stupid questions. You reached across the table to place a hand within Remus’, nodding a sweet but brief greeting to the quiet man. Arthur slapped a high-five to your hand on your way past him to slap a hand against Ron and Harry, pulling them against your shoulder.

One of your best qualities had always been being a social chameleon of sorts. You could befriend anyone who was a decent person.

“How’s everyone?” You asked, helping Hermione spread rolled napkins around the table placements.

Murmurs of small, joking complaints and excited phrases echoed through the room. Already, you felt so at ease, that you could hardly imagine how you could leave at the end of this.

You glanced over at Neville who chatted lightly with Ginny. His hands spread wide as he seemed to be describing something, just as he always did when he spoke about anything he was passionate about.

You tried to ignore the twinge of jealousy that was rooted in your stomach.

It wasn't often that Neville was so open in chatting about things, especially when it seemed to be something he was passionate about. Logic told you it was likely something Herbology-related as he and Ginny were both in Professor Sprout’s class at the start of the new semester, and Neville was practically a genius when it came to the subject.

He'd tutored you a thousand times in the class and you were certain he'd do the same for Ginny. She was a smart girl, however, and you couldn't imagine her needing tutoring.

It was probably nothing. You were being ridiculous.

“He seems pretty talkative tonight,” Hermione noted.

“Hmm?” you looked at her. She nodded to Neville. Your thoughts went straight back to the boy you were trying to ignore. “Oh, I think he's talking about Herbology.”

“How can you tell?” she asked, setting the final napkin down. Your hands pressed into the table.

“Well, he only really talks with his hands like that when he's excited with what he's talking about. Plus, you see that motion he's making with his hands?”

She looked more specifically at his hands, watching as his fingers pinched together and weaved in and out of each other, before flipping at the wrist and turning towards his body. “Yeah, what's he doing?”

“He’s describing the best way to tend to the Venomous Tentacula without using the Severing Charm on it. He feels like it's cruel.”

“I thought Professor Sprout said to tend to them with long-ended instruments.”

“Her and every Herbology book about there!” you laughed. “However, none of them are particularly concerned with the ‘feelings’ of the plant. Neville, however, is. So, he developed a way to calm them long enough to tend to them without having to lose any unnecessary vines.”

“That's incredible!” she giggled.

“I know,” you responded. “I feel like I've seen him demonstrate that motion about a thousand times.”

“Well, you know him best,” she sighed pleasantly before taking off back toward the kitchen. You were slightly taken aback by her comment. Was that a common belief? Did everyone think you knew Neville best?

“Dinner!” Molly called from behind the kitchen wall. Your thoughts were interrupted by the commotion of everyone shuffling into the kitchen for their portion.

Once everyone had filled their bowls and selected their spoons—all different and collected over a long amount of years—they found their seats at the table, elbows rubbing and laughter echoing.

Neville settled beside you, warm sweatered arms brushing yours every few seconds. His thighs were pressed against yours due to the amount of people shoved at this table and, despite your lack of personal space, you found yourself incredibly comfortable.

Surrounded by all of your friends and the closest thing to family you had, you found complete peace every year and you were so grateful for it.

Neville caught you glancing around the table, taking all of the love and comfort in. A small smile built on his face as his eyes scanned yours. While you scanned the room, experiencing everything you were grateful for in real-time, Neville did the same.

You saw him watching you and turned to him. “What?” you laughed. His eyes flickered and he pulled them away from your gaze.

“Sorry,” he murmured, unable to hide all of his smile.

“Don't apologize. What, is there something on my face?” you chuckled, nudging him with your elbow again.

He shook his head, that small smile still hinting at the corner of his lips. You decided to drop it but still wondered what he'd been doing in the back of your mind. He returned to his food and you returned to yours.

***

By the time dinner had ended and the decision to open Christmas presents tomorrow night had been made, everyone retreated to their own spaces.

Hermione was rooming with Ginny and Harry was rooming with Ron just as they did every year; Tonks and Remus gave everyone their farewells; Fred and George were off plotting some heinous prank in their bedroom; Molly and Arthur had turned in for the night. And that just left you and Neville.

The two of you were settled on the couch in the sitting room near the front door. The curtains were drawn across the windows behind you and the fire in the corner smoldered. A few lit candles surrounded you, pitching a dim but warm light over you.

Neville was deep into the assigned Herbology textbook for the upcoming semester. He'd mentioned that he wanted to get a jumpstart on reading so he was well-informed by the time Sprout’s class started. He leaned against the couch arm, one hand balled into a fist and holding his head up, the other tracing the edges of the old book pages as he waited to turn them.

Your back was pressed against his shoulder, legs propped across the length of the couch with a knit blanket tossed over them. They bent at the knee, keeping the warmth in. Your arms were crossed over your chest and your head leaned against the back of the couch. Between the fire in the corner and Neville’s comforting scent, you found yourself dozing peacefully.

That was until Neville breathed a sigh and pushed his book closed.

He stood abruptly, pulling you down from lying against him. Your back hit the couch with a small startle. “Hey!”

“S-sorry, I just—I’m not…,” he stuttered.

“What's wrong?” you asked, laughing lightly. You propped yourself up against the couch.

Neville watched you closely as you stared at him with an amused look on your face. He knew you just didn't understand why he was upset, but he couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He didn't know how to word anything that he was feeling.

Then the collar of your oversized sleep shirt slipped down over your shoulder, exposing it and a small portion of your chest.

He bit back a groan and turned immediately to the kitchen. He walked through the doorways and propped Mrs. Weasley’s kettle on the stove.

“Nev, what are you doing?” you asked, placing the palm of your hand on your sleepy eyes.

He turned to the open doorway to see you standing there, crossing your arms against the night chill and shifting your weight between your feet. You wore wool socks tugged up to your calves and shorts that didn't make it past the hem of your shirt. Your legs were fully on display before him.

He turned back to the stove, hand clutching the kettle's handle so tight, that his knuckles were bleeding white.

“I don't know, I'm just not feeling so well,” he shrugged, clenching his eyes shut.

His face was turned away from you but you were certain he'd be blushing if he turned around. You wondered if you'd made him uncomfortable by laying against him, but you always did that. It wasn't an uncommon position for the two of you to be in at all. You were completely unsure what was wrong with him.

“Okay…,” you trailed off. You crossed the tiled floor and gently slid your fingers over the back of his hand. He flinched just a bit as your fingertips covered his clenched knuckles. You eased his hand away from the handle and set it between the two of you, still holding onto it.

You whispered a spell and heard the kettle fill itself with water. Another quiet string of words and the stove clicked on, flames whooshing quietly.

“If you're not feeling well, I'll make you some tea. Just come sit back down, okay?” you said, hand still wrapped around Neville’s.

Though he seemed to still be hiding his face from yours, he still sighed and conceded, following you back into the sitting room.

The two of you sat back down in your previous places, only this time you were both perched on the edge of the couch. Neville's leg was bouncing nervously and you were still holding his hand. Your thumb brushed soothingly across his knuckles.

Testing the waters in how stressed he was, you gently set your hand on his back. Just like earlier, he seemed to flinch at your touch.

Annoyed, you pulled your hand away and released your grip on his.

“Merlin, Nev, did I do something wrong?” you scoffed. “You've practically been ignoring me since we got here and you act as if I've burned you every time I get close.”

“No, I–”

“Seriously, I feel like I'm being quarantined here. If I did something or said something, you can tell me. Just please don't ignore me like this.”

“It's not that—you didn't do anything,” he sighed, pressing his face into his hands.

“Then, what? What is it?” you pushed. He pulled away from his hands and turned to face you, his eyes flicked awkwardly back and forth from you and the floor.

“Please tell me. I wouldn't be able to handle it if you were angry with me. Please, Nev, you're my best friend—”

He cut your desperate rambling off by abruptly pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes widened at the contact and found themselves staring right back at his widened eyes.

He pulled back and stared at you. You stared back. Silence fell between the two of you. When you said nothing, he dropped his eyes back to the ground. That one moment felt like the longest he'd ever maintained eye contact with you.

“I-I’m so sorry, I don't know why—” he sighed and started to stand before you braced your hands against his chest just as you had when you'd fallen on him earlier this evening. You blocked him from getting up and connected your mouths again. Only this time, you kissed him with a fervor you'd never felt before and he kissed back.

Your lips slid across each other’s, biting and sucking and tasting what you'd both been craving for years. When your tongue separated his lips and caressed the inside of his mouth, he breathed a sigh against you, grasping at your arms and pulling you closer.

Your hands pushed into his hair, each finger curling around its own strand of dark silk. When your nails scraped against his scalp, a small whine exited his lips.

Neville had never kissed anyone before and, yet, it was everything he'd never known he was missing. Your scent, your taste, and your touch were both over and underwhelming to the sensation pooling in his pajama pants. He needed more and less of you at the same time, but he’d never ask for less.

You pushed him back against the corner of the couch, crawling up his body, never pulling your lips apart. You settled your aching core over him as you straddled his lap.

His hands stayed perched against the middle of your back, seemingly desperate to hold you close but too nervous to touch anywhere else.

When you settled, your core bumped against him, and two gasps echoed between the two of you. At that, you pulled away and forced the two of you to take breaths.

“I've never…,” he trailed off, eyes starting to break contact again, but you stuck a finger beneath his chin and tilted his face back up toward you. He wasn't looking away this time.

“I'll show you,” you whispered, breath still coming out in soft pants. “I'll walk you through it, just please don't go.”

“I'm not going anywhere,” he sighed gently, eyes fluttering dreamily, pulling quiet giggles from the two of you.

Within seconds, you were pulling his arms out from around you and placing his hands on your hips. You reached between the two of you and wrapped your fingers around the hem of your sleep shirt.

He watched you as intently as you could have ever imagined anyone staring at another person. Every minute movement your fingers made, he followed like a radar.

You pulled upward, allowing the oversized shirt to slide slowly over your head. Every inch of your bare chest was revealed to Neville, easily and smoothly. A small gasp slipped from between his lips and his hands popped up like he was going to touch you.

Your eyes held contact with his as he seemed to debate the decision. A small smile slid across your lips as you watched his inner turmoil.

“It's okay, Nev, you can touch me,” you whispered. He took a deep, shuddering breath before nodding slightly and pressing his fingertips to your sides.

The warmth of his skin sent an electrifying shock through your body. You sucked in a deep breath, covering his hands with yours.

With a little help, you urged him to help you roll your hips against his. You could feel him hardening beneath you with each wave that rolled through your body.

He sighed and, with a bit of gained confidence, pressed his lips back against yours. You sighed against him, deepening the kiss with every second. His hands finally seemed to gather their own breath of courage and tightened their grip on your hips.

His fingertips dug into your flesh, manipulating your body closer against his own. His hardened core brushed against your own, eliciting a moan from each of you.

“T-That’s it,” you shuddered against his lips. “Keep doing that.”

“What?” he gasped. “This?”

He rolled his hips up against yours. Your eyes rolled toward the back of your head, the pleasure stimulating every bit of your lower half. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt. And the most annoying thing was that he seemed genuinely curious, he seemed completely unsure if that particular maneuver would’ve made you feel good or not. Fuck, what did you even need to teach him? Nature could teach pretty well on its own.

“Was that good?” he asked, knocking you out of your stupor.

“I’m sorry,” you chuckled. “Yes, it felt amazing. I’m trying to figure out how much I need to explain to you.”

“Er, everything,” he smiled. “I’m clueless, except for—well, you know, what makes me feel…good.”

He seemed embarrassed, flush starting to bleed into his cheeks once again. You laughed at his expression before pressing a reassuring kiss to his lips. “I’ll still walk you through it.”

He nodded, another small smile finding its way into his face. Your fingers gently traced his cheeks, drawing imaginary pictures across his skin. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment before he opened them once more as you began to shift your weight.

“If I do something wrong, you just stop me, okay?” you said. He said nothing, just watched you closely like he had been earlier. “Okay?”

He nodded slowly, his fingers still lined your hips.

You lifted yourself off of him and moved back along his legs, settling down on them closer to the knee. Your fingers settled around the tie at his waist, skin skimming slightly along his core through his pants. He gasped gently at the sensation but allowed you to do whatever you saw fit.

You pulled the tie loose, letting the waistband fall limp. You stood off of him and helped him slide the fabric down the length of his legs. Then, he nervously helped you slide your shorts from your legs.

You were now completely exposed before him. Underwear never really suited you, you’d decided. At least, not for right now, anyway.

With shuddering breaths, he helped you settle back onto his lap, allowing yourself to take in every ounce of his scent. His eyes scanned every inch of you, desperate to drink in the entirety of your essence.

Your bare core settled against his, the fabric of his underwear sliding deliciously against you. You bit back a moan as you allowed yourself a few indulgent grinds. He didn't seem to mind, though, as his eyes rolled backward with each roll of your hips.

“‘Look so gorgeous like this,” you whispered. He seemed to whimper delicately beneath his breath, his hands so desperately trying to place themselves somewhere. With a single finger, you brushed his mussed hair away from his forehead and pressed a small kiss there.

Then, you were leaning up and tugging his underwear down just enough to expose him. With a burst of confidence, his hands came to settle back on your hips and his thumbs braced against your abdomen. They traced across your stomach sweetly a few times before slipping ever so slightly over the edge of your core. His proximity to your most sensitive area had you shaking with anticipation.

“Can I—?” he started but stopped himself, seemingly turning the thought over in his mind.

“Can you what?” you sighed, silently begging to sit yourself down onto him. Your mouth was practically watering at this point.

“Can I…can we do it with nothing…er…on? Like, nothing between?” He looked down, shame painted over his cheeks.

You laughed softly, tilting his head back upward just like you’d done earlier. Your eyes searched his.

“Nev, we can do anything you want as long as you do one thing for me.”

“What is it? Anything.” His voice seemed a bit rushed, as if he was having to push the excitation down.

“You have to look me in the eye and tell me what you want to do,” you said. “Because I’m tired of you looking away from me. I want to see you.”

He seemed to swallow thickly at the confession. Perhaps it was the location or what the two of you were doing or just you, but he was finding it increasingly harder to keep this up. Any of their hosts could walk down the stairs at any point—

Your hips rolled toward his, your naked cores sliding against one another’s.

“Oh, my god,” he moaned aloud, almost so loud you swore he’d wake everyone in the house. You shushed him amusedly, waiting for his answer. Though you already knew what it was going to be.

His eyes found yours, lidded and lust-filled. His chest rose and fell with each pant he took. You could tell this was hard for him, keeping himself from you, even if he wasn’t quite sure of what to do.

“I want to…fuck you with no protection.” He’d stuttered just a bit, but he’d done it. And kept his eyes on you the whole time, no doubt. That just proved how much he truly wanted you. You smiled widely.

With one last acceptance from him, you sank down onto him, letting every inch of him slide into you until you were completely sheathed within him. “Fuck, Nev.”

“Feel so…,” he moaned, shyly running his hands along your bare back.

“Fuck into me,” you sighed, finally adjusted to his length. “Lift me up and start at your own pace.”

His hands wrapped tightly around you in a deep hug as he prepared himself to begin fucking you. Your heart pounded in anticipation. His soft face pressed to your bare chest, his cheek pushed against your heartbeat. And, with surprising strength, he began to ease you up and down onto him.

He set a gentle but deliberate pace, the angle you both settled in brushed every spot you needed and always neglected to hit yourself.

Your fingers slid against his scalp, gripping his hair, attempting to grasp onto any purchase available. You concealed your moans as best you could, but failed miserably. If anyone were to stand at the top of the stairs, they’d likely be able to hear you if they held their breath.

Neville groaned lightly against you as he worked himself and you towards the finish. Adoration poured into his chest at the feelings you were giving him. His lips parted and pressed against your naked throat and collarbone, sucking and biting desperately. You gasped at the sensation.

Between his presence and the pent-up desire that had built to a fever pitch until it came ready to burst between the two of you.

“Give me your hand,” you moaned. He leaned back and presented his right hand before you. You continued the pace he had set, riding him until your hips burned. You pressed his large hand between the two of you and settled it over your core. With a gentle motion, you eased his thumb over the most sensitive part of your body and urged him to provide the final bit of stimulation you needed.

With the continued pace, the burning in your thighs, his hand on your back, and the other on your core, you felt the tension explode.

Your arousal spilled effortlessly over him. It painted his lap and the inside of your thighs. You continued to ride him throughout the entire finish, hurling your body through waves and waves of pleasure.

As you tightened around him and forced your body through continued thrusts, he came within you, pumping your body full of his endless spillage. His body shook as you worked him through his first orgasm with another person, forcing it out as long as you could. You wanted this to be perfect for him.

When you came down from your high and he finally ended his, you collapsed against his chest and he fell against the back of the couch. Beads of sweat traced his flesh and mingled with yours. His chest heaved heavily, his eyes thick and lidded.

“My god, you’re perfect,” you sighed, panting aloud. Your fingertips traced down the length of his abdomen.

“You’re saying that to me?” he chuckled nervously, fingers lightly caressing your back.

“Yes, I am,” you smiled softly, leaning up and pressing a fond kiss to his lips.

Though you were best friends, it wasn’t easy to notice all of the little tells Nev had that exposed his secret infatuation for you. But, now that you’d both revealed your feelings to each other—both physical and emotional—it seemed so simple to look back over all of the interactions you’d had with him. The small glances, the hand brushes, the extra study sessions, the way he listened to you when you spoke like no one else did. You had no idea how you could have been so blind.

Your eyes were open now, though, and you didn’t plan on closing them any time soon unless you were pressed against his chest and listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

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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.”