Angelic

an eleven year old girl was groomed and manipulated by a man 5-6 years older than her, had a sexual relationship with said man since the age of thirteen (may i add that minors cannot consent, therefore it is statutory rape), ran away to be with and even aspire to marry him, had sexual relations 6 times a day and almost every day for about a year, had not one but two abortions at thirteen (God forbid there were more), travelled with him internationally, and when she finally had the strength and the courage to speak up and expose what he did to her for the past four years, she was murdered, mutilated, and dismembered at the age of fourteen. she never made it to US high school.

⤷ A world-class footballer. A sports journalist. What begins as a series of routine interviews slowly turns into an unspoken tradition that everyone notices—except the two at the center of it. As the line between professionalism and something more begins to blur, one thing becomes clear: Hayden Christensen fell first... and he fell hardest.

⤷ footballer!Hayden Christensen × sports journalist!reader

⤷fluff, jealous moments. He fell first. He fell hardest. Mutual pining. 1.4k words

Hayden Christensen had one rule.

Never get attached to journalists.

They twisted words. They chased headlines. They disappeared the second the camera stopped rolling.

Then he met you.

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꒰ — 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 — ꒱

“Blimey, how did this even happen?” Enzo Berkshire whispered from the entrance of the Slytherin Common Room, his eyebrows furrowed at the sight across the room.

“I don’t think even they know, mate,” Blaise Zabini said, the stone entrance wall shutting behind where he stood transfixed, his dark-brown eyes locked on the two entangled dozers.

You and Theodore Nott had both skipped out on dinner for the night, opting instead to work on the Potions essay Snape had assigned the pair of you — which you had both conveniently pushed off for weeks, and immediately regretted once you saw the workload that had been assigned.

Your identical copies of Advanced Potion Making lay open on the small table in front of the fireplace, along with twenty other library books you had borrowed; which Madam Pince would have a right fit about if she saw the notes you had sprawled in the margins.

Somehow, the two of you had ended up curled together on one of the leather sofas in the Common Room, your three-foot essay on Golpalott’s Third Law long forgotten.

Theo’s head was dangling off the arm of the sofa, his brunette curls tousled. Your head was resting on his chest, one hand placed over his beating heart. His arms were locked around you, holding you flush against him, your shallow breaths syncing with one another.

“Should we wake them?” Pansy Parkinson asked, her arms crossed as she stared at your sleeping forms.

“Ah, let ‘em rest,” Mattheo Riddle said, taking a swig from a bottle of Butterbeer he had brought back from the Great Hall for Theo. “Theo’s been having a hard time sleeping for days now, anyway.”

Draco Malfoy smirked, watching as Theo instinctively pulled you closer to him as he slept.

“Someone should go find that little blond stepstool who’s always following Potter around with that camera,” he suggested. “This is way too good to pass up.”

© 𝓐𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒

It’s ok to start over in your 40s

It’s ok to start over in your 50s

It’s ok to start over in your 60s

theo doesn't have a crush. he merely likes the way you blush (fwb!theodore nott x reader)

a/n - not to brag but this is one of my fav fics ive written ahhh something about this song is so hot and enticingly addictive and its just sooo theo coded imo 🙈 please go listen to it if you havent I rlly tried embodying its vibe in the fic but im not sure if i did it justice hehe okay thats all enjoy :))

tropes/warnings - fwb!theo, slightly suggestive content, descriptions of reckless driving

word count - 2.5k

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Crush. Who's got a crush?

The sarcastic thought flitted through Theo's mind lazily. It was an uncomfortably warm day. The summer heat had swallowed Hogwarts whole. Thick and suffocating, it pressed against stone walls, curling into corridors, turning pages limp beneath ink-stained fingers. It was sweltering, the kind of sticky warmth that made tempers short and patience even shorter. Fiddling restlessly with a quill. Theo peeled his eyes away from a Transfiguration essay that compelled none of his attention and glanced around the stuffy room. That was when he first saw you.

You were sitting with your friends a few tables over, in a not entirely dissimilar manner from Theo and his friends. The stagnant air clung to your clammy skin, heavy and unmoving, coaxing sweat to gather at the nape of your neck. Your eyes were listlessly dragging across some book as you fanned yourself with a folded-up piece of parchment, a quiet huff escaping your lips as you tugged at the collar of your blouse. The sleeves were pushed up, exposing heat-flushed skin, a pink hue spreading down your throat, disappearing beneath fabric.

The quill stilled between his fingers.

word count: 5,854

summary: (includes smut) when theodore begins to help you study for your calculus class, he never imagined he'd start to help you in many other, less scholarly, fashions.

author's note: yall i have been in the worstttt writing slump. i spent a month writing this fuckass shit and i literally hate it. im so sorry!!! this is my first time writing solely from theo’s perspective and it was quite challenging tbh but i hope it’s acceptable 😭🙏

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Theodore has always been studious. While most complain about having to go to classes every weekday and study for tests at night, Theodore took it in stride. After graduating from Hogwarts, he wanted nothing more than to continue studying in the form of higher education. And while he loves the wizarding world, yes, he also adores the muggle world. That’s how he found himself attending something called “university” in London.

Imagine his surprise when, after spending seven years at Hogwarts with separate dormitories for each sex, that his roommate happens to be a girl. He was already quite surprised by the idea of sharing a room with only one other person, but he only became more startled when he watched you, a girl, barge through the door with all of your stuff.

“Sorry!” You squeak as a box falls from the precarious stack in your hands. You’re practically stumbling around the room as you try and find a good area to set them down.

Theodore immediately stands up, ignoring his surprise and takes the boxes from you. “Here, let me help,” he offers.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully, wiping your hands on your jeans as you watch Theodore place the boxes down besides your bed. “Theodore, right?”

He glances up at you with a bewildered look. “How do you know my name?” You stare at him incredulously, immediately walking over to him.

“Did you not go online to check your housing application?” Theodore stares at you blankly, having literally zero idea what you’re talking about, and also feeling a bit enchanted by how beautiful you are. He immediately pushes that last thought to the side.

“Have you even read your email?” You ask slowly, eyes widening when Theodore shakes his head as a no. “How the hell did you know to come here, then?”

“My friend did everything for me.” It’s true; Theodore had been so overwhelmed with this new concept of digital mail, along with the whole ‘living with muggles’ ideal that he had passed on the entire daunting task to Hermione, the only person he knew who’d have any idea on how to help him. She had been the one to show him how to use a phone, what email was, etcetera. She was also the one who had read those said emails and just told him where to go, after an exhausting episode of Theodore trying and failing to open the right email for almost an hour.

“How the hell are you a university student?” You mumble, flopping down on your bare bed. “Ouch.” You make a face as your back hits the mattress. Theodore had laid on his just before you got there, and yeah. It felt like laying on cement, and it made him miss the novelties of Hogwarts.

“So, what’s your name then?” Theodore asks, looking down at your figure as he awkwardly hovers next to your bed. You laugh, giving him a warm smile as you introduce yourself. Theodore could tell, right then and there, that he was going to like you.

You and Theodore become fast acquaintances. You’re not particularly close; Theodore barely even considers you a friend. However, he doesn’t despise your company, and actually finds it sort of comforting talking to you when he starts to miss the familiarity and convenience of the wizarding world. He finds himself imagining your reaction if he ever told you the truth about him being a wizard quite often. He likes to think that you’d laugh.

Theodore can immediately tell that you’re not the most, well, academically inclined student. You’re usually out partying, or hanging out with friends. He doesn’t judge though, knowing that different people have different priorities. You kind of remind him of Mattheo, in that way. Except you’re much more breathtaking. And kind. But he’s getting ahead of himself.

“Would you help me study?” Theodore has never been more caught off guard in his life before you uttered those words. You’re laying in bed, like you usually are, scrolling on your phone, while Theodore scribbles away at his desk. He turns to look at you, an eyebrow clearly raised.

“You? Studying? I didn’t think you had it in you.” A pillow is very quickly launched into his face, and he laughs as he picks it up off the ground before tossing it back to you. “I’m kidding. Pull up a chair. Tell me what you need.”

Your expression morphs into one of relief, and Theodore hates the way it makes his heart stutter in his chest. You get out of bed, grabbing the chair from your untouched desk and placing it next to him before taking a seat. “I’m doing basic fucking calculus, but I can’t do it. Seriously, I’m good at bullshitting my way through my other classes, but not this one.”

“I get it,” Theodore says calmly, moving his things to make way for your textbook and homework on his desk. “I was really bad at math too.”

You scoff, clearly not believing him. “Oh, please. I don’t think there’s a single thing in the world you don’t know.” Theodore can’t help himself as he feels a faint blush bloom over his cheeks. He thanks Merlin that you’re too busy fiddling with your pencil and paper to notice.

“It just takes practice. And I’m helping you now, aren’t I?”

“Yeah. You’re a fucking saint.” You push your open textbook towards him, pointing to a specific problem set. “This chain rule shit makes no sense.”

Theodore stifles a laugh as he watches you glare at the paper, as if it’s personally wronged you. “Watch me do it. I’ll explain as I go.”

That night, the two of you worked in tandem for hours. You’re a surprisingly diligent student; you stay concentrated and don’t give up easily. Theodore finds himself getting lost in your expression more than what you’re writing on the paper.

Once it gets late, you lean back in your chair, stretching to unknot your muscles. “You’re a good teacher, Theodore, y’know?” He chuckles, shaking his head.

“You’re a good student. You’re easy to teach.” You swat his shoulder playfully, giving him a shy smile, and Theodore melts right then and there. He wouldn’t be surprised if you told him he had hearts in his eyes.

“Will you help me in the future, too?” You ask, more timid than he’s ever seen you, and his heart squeezes with excitement.

“Yes,” he breathes out, maybe a little too quickly. “Yes, any time. It’s no problem.”

A wide smile blooms across your face, and you lean over to kiss his cheek. It’s quick, and very obviously friendly, but Theodore can’t help but to start imagining his wedding with you as the bride. “Thank you,” you whisper to him, and he wants to kiss you until you can’t breathe.

This whole ‘little crush’, as Draco likes to call it after hearing Theodore gush about you over the phone, was easy to ignore at first. Theodore’s not sure how easy it’ll be to ignore if he’s going to be your teacher.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?”

Your voice rings out through your quiet dorm room. You and Theodore had been studying, side by side, for around an hour. Theodore’s pencil falls out of his hand after hearing your question, and he quickly picks it back up off the page so as to not reveal how surprised he is.

“Uh- yeah? Why?” Theodore’s voice sounds incredibly raspy, and clears his throat to mask his shock.

“Just… wondering,” you say quietly, returning back to your work like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Theodore tries to do the same, but he can’t after your sudden question.

“Have you?” He returns, staring holes into the page in front of him yet not reading anything so his gaze doesn’t stray towards you.

“No.” You say it so nonchalantly, yet it was the complete opposite of what he expected you to say.

“How?” The question slips out before Theodore can stop himself. “You go out, like, every night.”

“Hey!” You protest. “I stopped. I’m studying more now. And plus, just because I go out a lot doesn’t mean I’m out kissing random men.”

You had a point there, and Theodore shrugs. “I don’t know. Just seems hard to believe.”

Your eyebrow raises, and your tone takes a more guarded stance. “What do you mean by that?”

Theodore’s eyes widen, and he shakes his head side to side, quickly looking at you. “No, no. I just meant- well, you’re very… pretty.” He says awkwardly, trying to not make it seem like he has ill intentions. “I find it difficult to think that no one has ever, like, asked to kiss you or anything?”

You shrug, dropping your pencil to keep your attention fully on Theodore. “It’s not that people haven’t. I just…” You hesitate for a moment. “I’m scared to.”

“Why, because you’ve never done it before?” Theodore can’t help but pry. You nod your head as a yes.

“I don’t want to fuck it up, I guess.”

“Well, how else are you supposed to learn?”

You’re silent for a moment, thinking hard. “I guess I just imagined someone, like, teaching me. A friend or something. Although I know that’s so unrealistic.” You sigh, leaning back in your chair and raising your arms above your head to stretch. “It’s getting late. I think I’m gonna head to bed.” You change the topic so fast it gives him whiplash.

Theodore only nods as you start to pack up your stuff, but he’s distracted; he can’t get your words out of his mind. You want a friend? To teach you? This whole situation sounds absurd to him, but it also sounds perfect.

“I could…” Theodore trails off before clearing his throat, looking down at the floor to avoid your gaze and your reaction. “I could teach you. If you want.”

Theodore hears silence, and eventually, his eyes meet yours from across the room. You have a neutral expression, and that scares him more than anything.

“I’m sorry,” he quickly backtracks, waving his hands in front of him like he can somehow take back his words. “I-it was stupid of me, just forget it.”

“No,” you answer quickly, walking towards Theodore to stand next to him. He quickly stands up, feeling jittery all of a sudden, as if sitting wouldn’t be appropriate for this situation. “No, I’m down. You already teach me math, why not teach me how to kiss, too?”

Theodore’s heart stops. He can’t breathe. He searches your eyes for any hint of hesitation, but he can’t find any. “Okay,” he breathes out, fighting the urge to pull you close to him. “Okay.”

Everything after this moment, Theodore knows, he’s fucked. There’s no way he’s ever going to get over you now.

hi theodore! i’m coming home soon. let’s study!!!!

Theodore groans after reading your text, realizing that he now has to get out of bed and do something productive after bed rotting for the whole day. Hermione had just introduced him to something called TikTok, and he had fallen into the rabbit hole of watching video after video without stopping.

Once you get back, Theodore is already set up with all of his books at his desk, hunched over it while scribbling something onto a sheet of paper.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You deadpan, dropping your bag onto the floor. “Why are you not on the bed?”

“Why would I be on the bed?” Theodore asks, not even bothering to look up.

“Stupid,” you mumble, flicking the side of his head. “I thought you were going to teach me how to kiss?”

Theodore chokes, falling into a coughing fit as his eyes widen. You immediately start patting his back, clearly amused by his reaction. “Jesus, weren’t you the one who suggested this?”

“You told me you wanted to study,” he manages to say between coughs, gradually getting his breath back.

“Yeah. Exactly. I’m studying. How to kiss.” You roll your eyes as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, dragging him onto your bed. Your bed. Wow. He thinks he could die right here, happy.

You sit in a criss cross, placing your hands on your knees and sitting up straight. “Okay. I’m ready,” you say strongly, and Theodore can’t help but admire the stupidly determined look on your face, as if you’re going into battle instead of doing something as simple as kissing.

“You don’t need to sit that proper. Or stiff,” Theodore muses, trying to hide his smirk. He sits on the edge of your bed, gesturing for you to do the same. “I promise it’s easier like this.”

“Whatever you say, boss,” you joke, swinging your legs over the bed and down next to his, your arm just barely brushing against his. Theodore’s breath hitches. This is probably the first time you’ve ever touched him. He has to concentrate with every fiber of his being to not do or say something stupid just because he can vaguely feel your arm against his.

Theodore tries to think of the best way to approach this unique situation, his mind running through hundreds of different scenarios that all make his pants tighten uncomfortably. He turns towards you, one hand gingerly raising up to caress your cheek. “You can’t just go straight in. There’s foreplay to kissing as well.”

You nod so quickly, eyes wide with concentration, and he thinks he can die just from how innocent you look. “The guy will usually touch you first, like this.” Theodore’s thumb drags across your bottom lip, his eyes fixed onto it, unmoving. “Then, you can touch him. Grab the back of my neck, for example.”

You follow so obediently, one of your hands moving to touch the back of his neck, your fingers threading through his hair. “Like this?” you ask. He has to hold back a moan just from your touch.

Theodore nods. “You ready?”

He can see your breath hitch. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” you murmur, eyes searching his. You look almost scared, and his free hand goes to squeeze yours.

“Relax. It’s just me. It’ll be fine,” Theodore whispers as he grabs your face closer to his, his nose brushing against yours tantalizingly, slowly, before he finally kisses you.

Theodore would have fainted if it weren’t for the fact that you’re stiff as a board. He finds it almost comical as he kisses you and gets no movement at all in return. “Try pursing your lips a bit. Open your mouth when I open mine.” He tries to put it in as simple terms as possible, and it kind of works.

His heart beats so loud in his ears that he’s gone almost deaf, your lips mingling with his causing a fire to spread throughout his body. He has to stop himself from groaning into the kiss as your hands tighten around his curls, pulling him closer to you as you kiss him back with the same fervor.

Theodore wants to whine when you pull away, his body following yours, desperate for more of you. His eyes flutter open to meet yours, wide and glassy. “Wow,” you whisper. “It’s better than I imagined it to be.”

Theodore swallows heavily, and nods slowly. “You’re… good. For a beginner.” That makes you laugh, shaking your head from side to side.

“I feel like a fish out of water. But thanks. I’m glad I’m practicing with you.” And you say it so earnestly that Theodore can’t help but feel like he’s corrupting you. He wants to scream: I’m doing this for completely selfish reasons, because I never want you to kiss anyone else for as long as you live. But he doesn’t. Instead, he just nods.

“Anytime.”

i’ll be home in 5! lesson?

Theodore almost chokes as your message flashes across his phone screen. He immediately sprints to the bathroom, brushing his teeth hurriedly and trying to tame his hair in the mirror by running his hands through it. It didn’t really work.

It had been a few days since your last ‘lesson’ with Theodore, and not a day went by where he didn’t think about it at least three times a minute. The two of you hadn’t spoken about it. Theodore wasn’t necessarily avoiding the topic, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to bring it up, and he expected that you felt the same way; this is why your message greatly surprised him.

“Hi!” You beam at Theodore as you fling the door open, dropping a bunch of bags onto your bed. “Sorry, I was out shopping with my friends.”

Theodore clears his throat, trying his best to sound and look normal. He isn’t doing too good at the latter though; he’s sitting stiffly on his bed, looking like he’s bracing for an attack. “No worries.”

You shoot him a weird look. “Why the fuck do you look like that?” Your bluntness actually makes him soften, and helps to soothe his nerves.

“I’m just sitting here,” Theodore defends himself.

“Ohhhkay then,” you murmur, sitting down at Theodore’s desk like you owned it. He watches you, confusedly, but can’t find the words. “What?” You gesture for him to come over. “Dude. Hello? Are you high or something? I need another lesson.” 

You slam your textbook onto his desk, and Theodore has never felt more stupid in his entire life. He looks away so you can’t see the redness that has bloomed across his entire face and neck. Kill me now is the new mantra that blooms in his mind as he moves off his bed and towards his desk.

“Let’s just get this over with,” he grumbles, taking a seat next to you. “Show me the problem set.”

Theodore has never been more grateful for your innocence than right now, when you start blabbering about some new math concept you don’t understand instead of teasing him for being as red as a tomato. He’s not sure how long he’ll be able to survive this.

if ur home, i need you to teach me something new!!!! (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

Theodore immediately slaps himself once he realizes he’s smiling at his phone screen because of the damn emoticon you used. It’s something he would think to be incredibly stupid and childish if anyone else did it, but since you’re doing it, it’s turned endearing and cute. You’re driving him to the point of insanity.

He hates how he feels like your puppy dog, always waiting and doing nothing of importance at your shared dorm, getting up from his bed excitedly at a text from you. But also, he wouldn’t change a thing.

“What does something new entail? Have you finally moved on from calculus?” Theodore jokes after the two of you get situated on the floor, leaning against your respective beds, legs entangled in the middle. It’s oddly comforting to Theodore, and domestic in a way that makes his heart twist.

You reach a hand behind your head, rubbing your neck as you look at him shyly. “Um, it’s kind of on a different topic…”

Theodore can feel his dick harden within half a second of you saying that. He shifts immediately, trying to make it not visible to you. “Explain.”

The blush that coats your cheeks is one that Theodore wishes he could take a picture of and frame. “Shut up! You know exactly what I mean.”

“Well, not exactly,” he teases, nudging your foot with his. “So, explain.”

You say nothing, opting to crawl towards Theodore, kissing his cheek briefly before settling on his lap. “That. But more. And better.”

Theodore can’t think. He lost all train of thought as soon as you sat on his lap so casually like it meant absolutely nothing. His hands move absentmindedly, touching your waist, skimming over the exposed skin. “Arms around my neck,” he whispers before kissing you properly.

You’re much more bold now, mimicking his movements and even trying to forcefully shove your tongue into his mouth, which Theodore thinks is cute but also screams painfully inexperienced.

“Okay, wait, wait,” he murmurs against your lips, pulling back after you try and shove your tongue down his throat for the fifth time. “Right idea, wrong execution.”

You look away, averting your eyes to the ground and fisting the hem of Theodore’s shirt in your small hands. “You don’t need to be nervous, or rush things,” he says slowly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear gently, trying to sooth you. “Wait for our kisses to become more heated. When my mouth opens naturally, that’s when you can use your tongue, baby.”

You nod, clinging onto every word he says. Theodore kisses you again, and Merlin you must be perfect for him because you listen to him so well. You follow his advice, matching his slow, languid pace before speeding it up as you rock your hips against his. He groans into your mouth and you take the opportunity to brush your tongue against his. Your hands grip onto his shoulders, fingers squeezing with concentration, breath heavy with desire.

“That’s better,” he tells you once the two of you pull away. At this point, he can’t form any thoughts except for acknowledging the fact that he’s painfully hard underneath you, and every shift of your body on his lap makes his dick throb. He’s amazed that you can’t feel it. Either that, or you’ve chosen to save him the embarrassment by not saying anything.

You break out into a smile, kissing his cheek quickly. “We should practice like this more often,” you muse, observing his reaction. And damn, if he doesn’t have the craziest one. Theodore’s ears go red, and his eyes dart around the room, willing to look at anything but you.

“Um, sure. If you want.”

Theodore’s not sure how long he can hold himself back for anymore. The two of you are making out at least a couple times a week now, and it always starts with you throwing yourself onto him, which somehow just makes him feel even dirtier. He can’t deny the fact that he loves it though, that he spends all of his free time fantasizing about you and when the next time you’ll jump his bones could be. He can’t bring himself to care that he used to be so studious when it came to school; now, he only studies you and your body.

You’re currently lying down on Theodore’s bed, your hair splayed across his pillow as he ravages you with his mouth. You’ve been making out for God knows how long. The only indicator of time passing has been the sun setting outside the window.

When you start to kiss down his neck, Theodore bites his lip to stop a moan from escaping, his head falling into the crook of your neck as you lick and suck random at random spots. You seem to come to your senses shortly after, when you pull away and stop what you’re doing. Theodore feels his heart sink.

You scramble to explain yourself. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I just got kind of caught up in the moment.” Your hands frantically wave in front of you, as if trying to take back your actions.

“It’s alright,” Theodore answers quickly, clearing his throat to give him time to gather his courage. “I liked it.”

“Really?” Your eyes widen. “I mean, cause, I’ve been thinking. We could, you know. Go further.” Theodore exhales slowly; he can feel a massive weight being lifted off of his shoulders. He could scream with pure happiness. “Whatever you want, baby. I’m down for anything. Everything.”

You think for a quick second, your face adapting that far off look that Theodore has always loved, with your eyes zoning out and your teeth tugging on your bottom lip. He wants so badly to kiss you again.

“I want to ask a question, but I’ll understand if you don’t want to answer.” You finally speak, your voice timid under Theodore’s piercing gaze. He nods, waiting for you to continue. “Are you… a virgin?”

He stifles a laugh, your facial expression underneath him almost too cute to bear. “No, baby. You want me to teach you how to fuck too?”

Your face flushes a dark red, and one of your hands reaches up to push his shoulder. “You don’t have to say it like that,” you hiss, shifting under him, pulling the hem of your skirt down. Theodore doesn’t miss the way your thighs press together; you’re falling apart for him and it’s all he can do to pull himself together. The last thing he wants is to scare or overwhelm you. If he hurt you on accident… he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

“Are you sure you want your first time to be with me?” Theodore whispers, opting to lay down next to you instead of continuing to hover over you. “There’s no need to rush. And if you want it to be special-”

“It is special,” you interject, shifting onto your side so that you’re facing him. Theodore’s nose brushes against yours, and he can’t help but notice the way the light from your lamp catches in your eyes and how your eyelashes flutter slightly with every blink. He feels nauseous with affection and desire. It’s so consuming that he feels like he might drown just from laying next to you. “It’s special because it’s with you. You’re the only person I trust.”

Theodore watches you bite your lower lip anxiously, waiting for his response. He lifts his hand to tug your lip away from your teeth, swiping the pad of his thumb over it. “You know I’ll take care of you,” he whispers earnestly, and he means it in the way where he’d look after you under any circumstance. He means it in the way where he’d go out of his way to buy you snacks and a coffee if you were too lazy to do it yourself, and in the way where he’d lie to anyone about anything for you, and in the way where he would sacrifice everything just to see you smile.

“But I don’t want to hurt you.” Theodore watches you intensely, gauging your reaction, hanging onto every flash of emotion your face reveals.

“You’re the only one I’d be fine with hurting me.” You hesitantly lean closer before kissing him softly, more gentle than ever before. The kiss is slow and sensual as Theodore’s hand rests on the side of your face, cradling you close to him as your hands roam across his chest, his neck, his back. Your words make Theodore’s vision swirl, and he tries to drink in all of your little movements, every hitch of your breath and all of your touches across his body.

Theodore slowly rolls back on top of you, his arms bracketing your head as he slots his knee in between your legs. Your small gasp and the clench of your hands in his hair tell him everything he needs to know.

“You feel it, don’t you? That warmth in between your legs, cara mia?” He whispers into your ear, playfully biting your earlobe before kissing the spot behind it. You shiver in his grasp.

“Do something,” you whisper, burrowing your face into the crook of Theodore’s neck as his fingers toy with the hem of your skirt, pulling it down slowly, teasingly.

“The only thing I’ll teach you is patience, amore. You just leave the rest to me.” Theodore exhales shakily as he moves down your body, kissing along your bare shoulder, lifting your shirt to graze his lips across your stomach, grabbing your panties between his teeth before pulling them down your legs. He moans as he looks up at you; your bright, docile eyes pierce his soul.

“You look perfect,” he whispers, trailing his kisses upwards. “So perfect laying there for me, baby. You’re so sweet.” Theodore feels drunk off your scent, high off your touch as your fingers knot in his hair.

You whine as he kisses your clit, your heels digging into the mattress as your head lulls to the side. “That feels weird. Good,” you whisper, gasping as his tongue dips between your folds.

“I’m just getting you ready.” Theodore nudges your clit with his nose one last time before moving up to kiss you. He’s trying to concentrate on the way your tongue wraps around his, but he’s a little too preoccupied rutting his hips into you like some dog in heat.

He realizes you’ve noticed when you chuckle, and his heart stops beating at that innocent sound. “You wound me,” Theodore whispers as your hands gingerly trail down his shirt before helping him remove it, his own hands untying his sweats so he can take them off.

“You’re beautiful under me.” Theodore’s cock is hard and leaking, almost pressed up against his stomach as he lines himself up with you. He can see your eyes darting back and forth between your legs and his eyes, your teeth nervously tugging on your bottom lip. Theodore raises a hand to your face and uses his thumb to smooth out the wrinkle between your eyebrows, his own now creased with worry.

“You know we don’t need to do this,” he says, even though it physically pains him to do so because he feels like he might die if he’s not inside you within the next minute.

“I want to. You know that,” you whisper, kissing his cheek to try and sooth his concern.

Theodore bites back a whimper as his tip brushes against your entrance. “Tell me if it hurts. I’ll take it slow.”

The two of you gasp as he first pushes in, your hands moving to his shoulders to squeeze him almost painfully. Theodore grabs your knees, pushing them apart slowly to give himself more room. You whimper with each of his minuscule movements, and it takes all of his strength to not shove himself inside of you right away.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice coming out strangled and his breaths turning uneven. Your eyes are shimmering as you look up at him, and a strange sensation washes over him; he wants to take care of you forever.

You nod your head, unable to form words as his dick moves slowly inside you. A punched out moan escapes your lips as Theodore pushes all the way in, and his head immediately falls onto your chest, his eyes screwed tightly shut.

“You’re so warm, baby,” Theodore manages to get out as he starts to fuck you, each slow movement of his hips bringing him to a point in between torture and heaven. You can only whine in response, your nails scratching down his back to help ground you.

“Faster,” you plead, trying to rock your hips into his. Theodore hisses, and he feels breathless as he bends your leg at the knee to hit a deeper angle.

“You’re okay?” he asks yet again, terrified to hurt you yet struggling to keep his composure.

“Stop asking. I’ll tell you if I’m not,” you whisper back. You wrap your legs around Theodore’s waist, letting one of his hands slip behind your head to hold you as he thrusts into you.

“Tell me what feels good,” Theodore murmurs into your ear, grunting with every thrust. “You’re so tight, bimba, Merlin.”

Every one of your moans goes straight to Theodore’s dick, only making him want to fuck you harder, rougher, faster. It’s all he can think about as he thrusts into your warm and wet pussy, his legs going weak as he loses himself to the pleasure.

“Oh, right there,” you cry out, twisting the sheets under your fingers, whimpering as Theodore lifts up your shirt to kiss your breast, his tongue swirling around your peaked nipple. “Fuck, Theo, please.”

“Use your words, baby,” he pants as his hips snap into yours, his head clouded with thoughts of you and only you. “Tell me what you want.”

You lean your head up, desperate to be closer to him, to somehow feel even more connected. Theodore kisses you softly, a stark difference to the way he’s brutally fucking you, and the contrast pushes him dangerously close.

“Inside,” you manage to get out, whispering against his lips. “Cum inside. Please.”

Theodore’s movement stalls, and he has to physically restrain himself from flooding your insides on the spot. “I-I can’t.” His head swims as he responds, his heart hurting from denying himself the pleasure of marking you, of claiming you as his.

“I’m on birth control.” You bite down hard on his shoulder to try and ground yourself, your pussy squeezing him impossibly tighter. Theodore groans simply at the thought of your insides coated in his cum. “Please, I’m so close.”

“I’ll give you what you want, baby,” Theodore whispers as he starts to fuck into you relentlessly, chasing his own orgasm along with yours. “I want you to cum so hard you can’t think about anything else but me ruining this pussy for anyone else. You’re mine now. You understand?”

You cry out Theodore’s name and his mind goes blank. His hips chase the pleasure and he crumples on top of you as he finally releases inside of you, biting your neck as your pussy sucks him in deeper somehow as you cum with him. “Fuck, take it baby. Take it all.” His hips stutter as he fucks you through your orgasm, watching you with hooded eyes as your mouth falls open and your eyes roll back.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers again, thrusting one final time, letting you come down from your high. One of his hands moves up to wipe your hair away from your face, petting your cheek gently as you relax under him. “You okay?”

“Mhm,” you respond quietly, eyes fluttering open to meet his. You look so dazed, yet you’re glowing with pleasure, and he can feel his dick inside you hardening again. But he says nothing. Theodore pulls out slowly, almost whimpering as he loses the warmth of your pussy. He cleans the two of you up wordlessly, silently, yet he can feel the warmth emanating from you.

He smiles as you immediately reach your hands out for him once he’s done, obeying your command by letting you wrap yourself around him, head tucked into the crook of his neck and one leg tossed over him. Theodore kisses the crown of your crown of your head, stroking your back gently as you melt into him.

“Again. Later,” you murmur softly and almost bashfully against his skin. Theodore is unable to control the smile that blooms across his face, a smile that rarely appears, one that signifies true and unfiltered happiness. He’s thankful you can’t see it.

“Whatever you want, princess.” And he means it. Even though he’s technically nothing more than a roommate slash friend to you, he’d go to the ends of the world if you asked him to. He’d follow your every word. He has the worst, most terrifying, crush on you.