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gildeheartlockroy · 6 months ago

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Gilderoy Lockhart/Female Reader One-shot

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Warnings: explicit, smut, professor/student relationship but reader is of age (7th year)

Also not proofread because I’m ashamed of my latest hyperfixation

My AO3 collection of Lockhart fics

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me…” you hear one of your classmates grumble from in front of you, voicing the entire class’ thoughts.

There are only so many times you can defend that smiley idiot. Sure, you can be delusional at times—foolish on occasion—but even you know that this is just absurd.

How can you possibly justify another pop quiz that has zero to do with defending yourself against the Dark Arts, the very subject that you’re supposed to be learning here? Another pop quiz about Gilderoy Lockhart’s evening haircare routine, with a strong focus on which tonic he prefers over the other?

There is no way in hell you’re going to be able to rationalize this as just another misguided attempt by the flashy professor to entertain you all and take your minds off the rumored Chamber of Secrets. Not when Lockhart looks as if he’s proctoring an O.W.L. rather than a list of questions you’re pretty sure he grabbed directly from Witch Weekly.

He paces along the perimeter of the classroom, observing the class for any signs of cheating. You don’t know how to tell him that nobody—not even you—would resort to that for such a pointless quiz, mainly because that would be more effort than his class is even worth.

You used to take pride in acing these quizzes, back when you were just another one of his awestruck students. Much has changed since then, but these pointless, self-absorbed exams of his have stayed painfully consistent.

What exactly are you supposed to do with this information after you graduate…?

When you get to the final two questions— “What is Gilderoy Lockhart’s favorite snack?” and “What is Gilderoy Lockhart most proud of?” your mind immediately supplies several lewd responses that you mentally chuckle at. Imagine the look on his face if you actually…

Your eyes briefly snap up to where he’s standing over one of your classmate’s shoulder, tutting loudly at whatever half-baked response the disgruntled boy wrote. Beside him, a few of his friends audibly snicker, which makes Lockhart look around suspiciously.

You quickly turn back to your quiz before he can make eye-contact with you, and you brazenly decide to spice things up for once.

After all, you’re fairly confident he won’t actually discipline you for it. Not if he doesn’t want to risked getting sacked first.

Half an hour later, Lockhart collects the quizzes and shamelessly rifles through them at the front of the room, his feet propped up on his desk.

While he does so, your classmates exchange exasperated eye-rolls but for once, you’re paying rapt attention.

“Some of you really need to read Gadding with Ghouls again,” he chastises your class, flipping through the pieces of parchment with a dissatisfied frown. He opens his mouth to make yet another complaint, but the words die in his throat as his widening eyes stare at one particular student’s answers.

Gilderoy Lockhart’s favorite snack is me. His favorite flavor is whatever my pussy tastes like.

Face flushed and heartbeat thrumming in his eardrums, he can barely process the last question’s response.

Gilderoy Lockhart is most proud of the way he fills me with his cum almost every night after fucking me all over his classroom and office.

Truthfully, you almost chickened out of that last one. However, you only had about a minute to make that hasty decision and you opted to just throw caution to the wind.

Good thing you did, too, because you’ve never seen him so flustered that he can’t even speak. Hell, he hasn’t moved a muscle since he saw the absolute filth you wrote on a graded quiz, one you’ll inevitably fail if he turns out to find the whole thing in poor taste.

After several minutes of unusual silence, with most of the class now expectantly waiting for the slack-jawed professor to announce the overall results of the quiz, Lockhart finally gathers himself and clears his throat.

“For homework, I want you all to redo this quiz and tell me which exact chapter you got your answers from.” When he receives only a chorus of exaggerated groans in reply, he loudly adds, “And I expect you all to reflect on why you missed such easy questions to begin with! Now, I’m going to hand back your quizzes. Come on up when I call you, then you may go. Let’s see…”

Huh. That’s unusual.

He’s never ended class this early before, and he sure as hell has never bothered to return your classwork individually.

However, it doesn’t take long for you to realize that he’s deliberately placed your quiz in the back of the pile.

One by one, your classmates hurriedly flee the classroom before Lockhart decides to assign another poem on top of the quiz redo. He waits until the last student is halfway out the door before finally calling you up.

You pretend not to look too guilty as you awkwardly amble towards the front of the classroom, where Lockhart is perched on the edge of his desk and making a show of flipping to the very last page of your quiz.

“While I’m fairly confident that I remember most of what I wrote in my number two bestseller,” he begins in a low voice, shaking his head in disbelief, “I must know where exactly in Gadding with Ghouls did you find the answers to these two?”

“The unreleased copy,” you reply immediately, having spent the last eight minutes preparing your comeback while you waited for the rest of the class to leave. “The one you’d find in the Restricted Section.”

Lockhart audibly gulps as you draw closer, reaching out for your quiz. You innocently brush against his white-knuckled fist as you try to grab the parchment, but he swiftly reaches behind him and shoves them into his desk drawer.

You raise an eyebrow and he grins. “There’s no need for you to do the assignment. Full marks as always.”

And before you can let out a sigh of relief, he grabs you and practically throws you onto his desk, sending a few of his framed photographs and several copies of Magical Me crashing to the floor.

Your panties are off in a second, and you see him shoving these into his robes for safe-keeping.

“Hey! I like those,” you complain as you make yourself comfortable on the polished surface, spreading your legs and flipping your skirt up for good measure. Lockhart practically starts drooling and, lacking any form of self-control, hungrily shoves his face between your legs to lap at your wet slit.

You gasp as his tongue slides into your tight heat, his nose pressing against your clit. When you begin to grind down on him for more friction, he growls and wordlessly begins teasing your cunt with a finger, roughly sliding his tongue over your clit. Your legs shake as he adds another finger, clearly impatient and perhaps a little irritated at your cheeky behavior. Still, you can’t deny that seeing him so serious—so unamused by your antics—has you soaked in anticipation for whatever retaliation he has in store.

Lockhart sucks your clit between kitten licks, fucking you quickly with two fingers as he does so. Your hips move on their own accord, grinding into his hand and face as you chase your release.

When you’re close, you half-expect him to pull back and rightfully deny you your orgasm. After all, you’re the one who unashamedly put him on the spot today for no real reason other than to see his reaction. To your surprise, however, Lockhart only fucks you harder, shoving his fingers as deep as they’ll go while sucking on your clit so hard that your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You cry out his name as you fall apart for him, gasping as he continues to fingerfuck you and trace circles on your clit with his hot tongue. It’s only when you pat his head, silently pleading with him to give you a break, does he detach himself from your lower half, panting heavily and looking absolutely debauched.

While you catch your breath, he shakily unbuttons his trousers and shoves them down just past his thigh, along with his briefs. You catch sight of his flushed cockhead jutting out of his golden robes and you don’t hesitate to reach out and gently stroke him before attempting to guide him towards your awaiting entrance.

Unfortunately, this position isn’t the most comfortable given how unexpectedly Lockhart threw you across his desk. Not to mention, a wooden surface cluttered with books and various pieces of parchment isn’t the most comfortable place to lay back on…

“Hold on,” you mutter as you hop off the desk. You grab the handsome wizard’s shoulders and firmly push down, gesturing for him to sit on the floor. He does so with a confused tilt of his head, which instantly snaps back in surprise when you unceremoniously sink down on his eager cock, your cunt easily accommodating his familiar length. You bottom out in one smooth motion, rolling your hips when you feel him brush your cervix. He groans as he shakily leans back against the front of his desk, eyes trained on your bouncing form as you ride him for all he’s worth.

After a few unsuccessful attempts, he finally manages to sync his thrusts perfectly with your movements so he meets you halfway though your descent. That only makes you grind on his cock harder, which in turn drives him to buck up with more force. It almost feels like a contest that neither of you want to lose—not that there are any losers in a situation like this—and all you can think of is how perfectly his cock fits in your cunt and how much you want to feel it pulse inside of you.

Lockhart seems to be thinking the exact same thing because he bares his teeth and starts fucking up into you in sharp, quick bursts. You almost topple over from the sudden change of pace but he grabs your arms to hold you steady and as he takes charge and holds you still while he continues to piston his cock in and out of your slick core.

Dazed, you can only watch as he nears his climax, his eyes glued to where his cock disappears beneath your skirt. When you reach down to lift the garment so he can see better, his eyes widen in surprise and then he looks at you almost helplessly as he spills into you with a hoarse, drawn-out cry of your name. Rolling your hips slowly to help him through his orgasm, you lean forward and press your lips against his. Lockhart kisses you back eagerly, sloppily. His tongue finds yours and you smile as he explores the inside of your mouth. He only pulls back to hold your hips still with a hiss, his oversensitive cock twitching inside of you.

“I really am most proud of this,” he mutters into your neck when he can finally trust his voice to speak. He leans forward to rest his forehead against yours as you laugh breathlessly.

You hope he never stops giving those stupid pop quizzes.

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