Alisha🐱🧋

Here’s a list of some of my stories I’ve written and posted on here, I’m still working on proofreading so many more!

Link to my AO3 account here

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Fandom: Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

The bad girl gets what she deserves* (part 1 part 2 part 3)

New girl*

The prettiest girl

Draco Malfoy

We’re all weird

Who is in control?*

James Potter

Like father, like son* (part 1, part 2, part 3)

Distracted*

Oliver Wood

The accusation*

Neville Longbottom

Trevor’s adventure

Remus Lupin

Teaching the teacher a lesson*

Severus Snape

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Neville Longbottom x reader (fluff/sfw)

Summary: Trevor is on the run, and Neville encounters someone unexpected

Hi, guys it’s Alisha! Here’s a short and sweet story I decided to write. It takes place post DH, after everything in the second Wizarding war is over. I’m thinking about writing more Neville fics in the future too. Also this doubles as a Trevor appreciation post🐸

“Trevor!” Neville tried calling out inconspicuously without drawing much attention, as in he wasn’t thinking of how out of place it was for a grown man to be crouched down on the pavement within the large crowd. If he was lucky, people ignored him. However, he failed to notice the occasional odd, distasteful looks coming from different types of people whether it’d be from old women who would have reminded him of his grandmother or business commuters.

Neville’s heart leap as he spotted a jumping lump somewhere amongst the hoard of feet.

“Trevor, come back!”

His toad ignored him as he continued traversing his way through the unsuspecting crowd.

That didn’t stop Neville from running after him, in a slightly crouched down position. He was determined to find his toad regardless of where he ran off to.

After what felt like hours, Neville realized he was surrounded by flowers and he was indoors. He didn’t keep track of time, just that he was out of breath and he figured it only made sense for his toad to wander into whatever he most associated with nature in the middle of a concrete jungle such as London.

“Trevor! Psst!” Neville called out in a loud whisper, now feeling like he was only searching in vain. Instead of the hoard of people wearing dull colors on the streets, he was now weaving through a mix of yellows, blues, and every color he could remember from the rainbow, both equal parts brightly vibrant and a calm pastel, more appropriately matching the sunny blue of the summer outside.

Although being the expert he is in Herbology, Neville had to admit to not being used to the quiet plants. Of course, he was in Muggle London, he wasn’t going to feel on edge with the threat of Venomous Tentacula.

“Neville Longbottom? Is that you?” Neville nearly hit his head on a shelf as he stood from his crouched position.

He didn’t know anyone could’ve known him who was associated with this part of town although that voice did sound familiar.

“Who is it? How do you know who I am?” Neville almost reached for his wand inside his coat before remembering where he was.

“So it is you! Neville, it’s me! From Hogwarts!” At the mention of the school’s name, he instantly recognized you when he also came face to face with you.

Except you were different to how he remembered you. That was only because he was so used to seeing you in your school uniform whereas now, he was seeing you with a light purple apron on with a matching blouse and blue jeans.

“Oh, right.” Neville trailed off. “I remember you now. You were in Gryffindor too. We used to talk about Herbology a lot.”

“That’s how you remember me?” You laughed. “Well I knew it was you because I heard your voice call out for your toad. I found him by the way. I only knew it was a matter of time before you’d be able to track him here. Without magic, too.” Neville’s ability to track down his toad no matter where he went or how long it took wasn’t uncommon knowledge to most students who went to school with the two of you.

You turned around to open up the glass case filled with bouquets of color, where you held out your hand.

“Here, little guy. It’s alright.” You coaxed gently as Neville watched his toad hop compliantly onto your open palms.

“Sorry I didn’t have a more appropriate place to keep him in, I run a flower shop, not a pet shop.” You apologized as you let Trevor return to his owner’s hands.

“Yeah, I always wondered what you’ve been up to after graduating.” Neville admitted, sheepishly, on impulse too.

“You thought about me?” Neville was convinced that he could see a hint of bashfulness through your eyes and brief smile.

“Oh, well yeah.” He scratched his head. “I haven’t been seeing you, since you know…”

It seemed you did too.

“I know what you mean.” You sighed, as your mind got whisked away by nostalgia. “Because I’m a Muggle-born and I haven’t got the same connections as Wizarding families. Being a witch is fun, and I’ve enjoyed learning about the Wizarding World since coming to Hogwarts. But it’s been nice getting back into the Muggle world too, running my parents’ flower shop.”

“No, don’t get me wrong. I respect your decision, and I think it’s great that you can do this for them.” I only wish I could do something to make my parents proud too. Neville thought sadly.

“Are you still using magic?” He wanted to know.

“Let’s just say… Only the most sharp-eyed customers have noticed odd things about the plants, but good things, and business is booming. As long as the Muggles see nothing all is well, right?” The wink you gave him made his heart flutter unexpectedly.

“Right.” He chuckled. “No magic when Muggles are around.”

“Exactly. So what have you been up to after graduating? Besides chasing Trevor around I mean?” You inquired.

“I have some things in mind. I heard Professor Sprout is thinking about retiring, and she recommended me to fill her position.”

“That’s wonderful! I’m so happy for you! I remembered that Herbology was your favorite subject.” You said.

“Sometimes, I can’t help but think about our friends from school. Especially the ones who’ve passed during… you know.” You confessed, looking wistfully at a bouquet of lavenders. He remembered how devastated you were when both he and you saw Lavender Brown, Colin Creevey, and your other friends being murdered by Death Eaters as you fought alongside each other during that final battle at your school.

“Me too.” He said.

“Sorry I’m getting all sad. I didn’t mean to. That was my first experience with losing someone. It’s just that I’ve never talked about it to anyone else.”

“It’s alright. I understand.” Even though Neville’s parents were still alive, with the state they’ve been in for the majority of his life, it might as well be the equivalent of losing them.

“I thought you were brave by the way.” You let out. “I mean, even before, I always kind of admired you.”

Out of all the things that had transpired throughout the day, the last thing Neville had expected was for anyone to confess some sort of admiration for him, let alone in such a forward way.

“Thank you.” Neville could tell his cheeks were turning the same color as the roses.

“By the way, I was wondering if you’d want to get dinner sometime at a restaurant. As a date.” You had a way of surprising Neville after all.

“Yeah, yeah. That'd be great.” He had lost the ability to speak properly at that point, his voice resulting in a near whisper.

You seemed grateful that the conversation had taken a happier turn.

“How about we meet at the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow at six?”

“I’ll be there.” Neville was quick to agree.

“Great! There’s so much we need to catch up on.”

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Oliver Wood x reader (smut 18+)

A/n: Yay! I posted two stories within a week I’m so happy! Also there’s just not enough Oliver Wood x reader stories, so here I am writing my own:)

Other tags/warnings: NSFW, shower sex, gagging, characters are of age, porn with feelings, nipple play, unprotected sex, enemies to lovers or hate sex (take your pick) once again, do not read my smut stories if you’re a minor thank you

Summary: Oliver accuses you of being the reason he lost the Quidditch game. You’re also on opposing teams.

WC: 2.5k

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“You alright, mate?” Oliver heard one of the Weasley twins ask from the seat next to him.

“Just spectacular.” He clenched his jaw, but his disdain wasn’t directed towards his Quidditch teammates.

Fred and George followed Oliver’s gaze that led to the Slytherin table in the Great Hall. There you were, the only girl on the Slytherin Quidditch team, chatting up with the rest of the otherwise all male team. As soon as he and one of the boys sitting next to you locked eyes, he saw him lean over to you, whispering something to which you laughed as you looked to where he was pointing at: Oliver himself.

“Who does she think she is?” He huffed out from the back of his throat.

“The Quidditch Captain.” Fred’s chuckle died down with the sharp glare that was instantly thrown his way from Oliver.

“You and the rest of the team better hope our early morning practice sessions have paid off for the match today.” Oliver said, initially unaware of how low and threatening his voice sounded until Fred and George scooted away with wide eyes.

Those bastards are lucky they aren’t in the same year as her. They haven’t got a clue what I have to deal with in class. Oliver thought.

There was no denying deep within himself that he was perhaps jealous of you in some ways. As if the steaks weren’t high enough with the circumstances of you being Quidditch Captains in the same year from two rival houses, he was forced to be in close proximity to you in your shared classes where he could not only sense, but was blinded by your gloating with your stupid perfect grades, perfect reputation, and perfect rapport with the teachers. It was too much. Maybe that’s why you infuriated him so much, was because of how perfect and untouchable you came across to him. To Oliver, humans weren’t supposed to be untouchable and perfect. They were supposed to have flaws and faults, but to Oliver, it was as if all this time searching for yours led to nothing (other than your attitude sometimes.)

Your rivalry didn’t stop at the Quidditch pitch. Obviously you could tell that he couldn’t stand being in the same room as you, and you loved it, always sending him that smile in his direction that made his blood boil. To make matters worse, he knew that stupid smile was meant only for him, meaning you thrived on making him miserable.

Speaking of that stupid smile, why were you always wearing lipstick or something else on your lips during your matches? Not that Oliver was intentionally taking a mental note of that habit of yours.

He had to clear his mind and prepare for the game. That didn’t include looking in your direction as he stomped off from the Gryffindor table to see you applying a coat of lip gloss.

It was over for him. He couldn’t believe it. As soon as the Snitch was caught, Oliver knew he had possibly just lost his chances of winning the Quidditch Cup before graduating. Everything was starting to slip out of his hands. Maybe it wasn’t over for him after all, he thought about that as he saw you and the rest of your team walk into the changing rooms laughing and yelling like he didn’t exist.

From his peripheral vision, he could make out the rest of his own team eyeing each other as he stormed over to where you were by the entrance.

“Morning, Wood.” You smiled light-heartedly, as if you were innocent. “Haha get it? Morning wood? Or afternoon, I mean.”

Oliver wasn’t laughing. He never thought those jokes were funny. It was even worse that you were the one telling it at the height of his humiliation.

He crossed his arms, hoping you’d stop laughing upon one look at his enraged frown.

“You’re not as innocent as you make yourself out to be.” He seethed, gripping his broom tighter.

“Meaning?” He could tell through your sarcasm that you weren’t actually interested in all that he had to say.

“You made me lose! You distracted me on purpose!” Lost in his rage, he had let go of his broom, letting it lean forgotten against the wall.

He jabbed a finger at the air between you. Any closer than that, and he’d stick it inside your forehead.

“Stand down, boys. I’ll handle him myself.” You turned around and as you held your hand up to your teammates, who had taken a step forward to attempt to look more intimidating, Oliver assumed although he was used to their antics by now that they had no effect on him anymore.

“I’m so sorry for your loss.” You said nonchalantly.

“Why would you ever be sorry that our team lost?!” Oliver’s yelling had eventually caused his own teammates to gather around to observe the commotion.

“I’m not sorry that your team lost. I was talking about your ego.”

That was it. Oliver grinded his jaw, but just as he was about to hurl an insult at you, both of your heads of house came in.

“What is going on here? We thought we heard… What is all this?” Professor McGonagall gestured around to both your teams with her hands.

“She was-“ Oliver pointed a finger at you.

“It was nothing serious, Professor.” You cut him off, your smug smirk had been wiped off your face, leaving Oliver satisfied for now.

“Well I should hope so.” Professor McGonagall pressed her lips into a thin line.

“Shouldn’t it be time for the lot of you to go to your common rooms?” Professor Snape stated, his glare scanning all the players around the room.

“Come on, guys let’s go.” Oliver heard Angelina say to their team from behind him, ignoring the silent battle he was having with you.

Without another word, the two teachers had left the room, letting the dam that was holding the tension flood through.

“As I was saying!” Oliver was the first to shout. “You made my team lose!”

You scoffed.

“Isn’t that the whole point? We’re on opposing teams for a reason.”

“You distracted me!”

“By throwing the Quaffle and scoring the goal? Come on? What’s next? You’re going to accuse me of cheating? Or was that already just a sneaky way of doing it?”

Oliver didn’t say anything. He was fuming, feeling as if he’d have too much steam inside his ears for his brain to think coherently.

“If you think I cheated,” You began, still yelling at him. “You’ve got it wrong! I was doing what every other Chaser’s been doing! Why don’t you ever go off on them too?”

“Because they’re not you!” It was then that with Oliver’s voice ringing out in the dead silence that he realized all the other players from both teams had already gotten changed and left. It was already bad enough just being with you, now he really wished he wasn’t alone with you.

Oliver felt his whole body shaking at the moment.

“I didn’t… I didn’t say you cheated.” He was having a difficult time speaking through his anger. That must have been what was making it so difficult for him to speak whenever he was with you, because he was always angry at you. No, not anger. Something inside his gut told him, but he ignored it while he chose to continue to stare you down.

Although Oliver wasn’t as tall as other guys, he wasn’t short by any means either. Despite that, he felt at that moment that his stance alone could be enough to intimidate you. You were standing as close as you could get to each other without kissing. Not that he would ever think about kissing you… Because of your rivalry.

Time slowed down for Oliver. He blinked as soon as his eyes gravitated towards your lips, being unsure as to why he’d look there.

He couldn’t stop himself and it seemed neither could you as you closed what little space remained between you.

Oliver moved hard and fast into the kiss. He let your hands explore his body over the layers making up his Quidditch robes eventually touching his skin underneath. A shiver electrified him as your fingernails moved over his sides.

Still cupping your cheek, he pulled away, allowing for the both of you to catch your breath. He licked his lips, tasting your fruity lip gloss.

Suddenly, he couldn’t wait to taste you again. So he did precisely that. The combination of the noises you made against him while you tugged on his hair was enough to make his cock hard. He found himself thrusting against your hips to which you responded just as enthusiastically by following his movements.

He didn’t know when he started to feel hot. He knew he needed to shed some layers to help him cool off.

“What the fuck, Oliver?” You whispered, still breathing heavily.

“I didn’t mean to– I can expla–”

At first he thought you were shocked at his actions or maybe you didn’t like what he was doing. Then you started to peel off the outer layers of your clothes, silencing him.

“Shut up” You said, taking him by surprise as you let your hand hover over his very prominent erection.

By the time you and Oliver had rid each other of any clothing, there was a trail of mostly green and red fabrics leading to the showers.

As Oliver turned the showerhead on, he stepped back, letting you lean against the wall. He let his eyes trail over your naked body, admiring what you often hid under your school uniform. He watched the water drip down your breasts, clinging onto your nipples. The hardened buds, wet and perky, tempted him to flick his tongue or his fingers over them.

You arched your back and moaned as he began to suck on one of your nipples while he pinched and swirled the other one with his hand.

“Oh, fuck! Oliver!” For the first time since knowing you, you sounded weak, like you were about to lose control of yourself. It made his pride go up.

You squealed as Oliver began kneading your breast more aggressively, causing him to take his mouth off your other nipple.

That’s when he looked down to see your fingers rubbing your clit, already slippery from the shower and your arousal.

“Stop.” He demanded, the patter of the water drowning out his voice slightly. He grabbed your hand that you were using to touch yourself.

“Think you can do better?” Your mean, teasing voice was back.

“Watch me.” He said huskily. He was leaning towards your ear so close that he could hear your breath coming out long and shaky, as if you were anticipating his next move.

Oliver kept his eyes on your face the whole time he inserted his finger into your slick hole. Your eyes fluttered shut and your mouth hung open. With his other hand, Oliver brushed away a wet strand of hair that had stuck to your face. Once he could feel your walls settling around his pointer finger, he slowly added in another, making you tense up with a loud moan.

He didn’t know what had spurred him on to keep going: your breathless moans or the squelching noises that echoed the room with each pump of his fingers.

All he knew was that he wanted to be inside you. Desperately.

“Open.” He ordered you as he took his fingers out of your cunt. You obeyed him, and he pressed his fingers upon your tongue, letting you taste yourself. You gagged as he pushed further down into your throat bit by bit.

Tears crept out of your eyes and joined in with the water from above that was running down your cheeks. As if your pleasure-stricken face didn’t already stir something inside him, you moved your tongue between his fingers, the movement languid and snake-like.

You pulled away from his fingers.

“Please… Just cum inside me!” Your voice came out strangled.

There was something satisfying to Oliver about seeing you like this. You were at his mercy now, your infuriating and cocky attitude washed away, but you were still so perfect. Everything about you in this moment was perfect to him, from the way your body gave itself to his mercy, the wanting look in your eyes. Best of all, your body fit just right against him, letting him hold you close as you push him to your lips again.

With your lips still dancing against each other, Oliver hooked his hands underneath your thighs, enabling you to wrap them around his torso.

It wasn’t difficult with his already hard cock to find your slit, more than ready for him to slip into you. As he settled inside you, both of you disconnected your lips, tensing and moaning at the same time.

You held onto his shoulders, squeezing with your fingers tighter as he started thrusting into you.

“You feel so good… Oh fuck.” He didn’t know which one of you spoke, as he was too lost in the pleasure of having his cock squeezed by your soft walls to be able to focus on anything else.

Oliver started off slow, letting himself savor the sensation before he picked up the pace. You ran your fingernails up his neck and through his scalp, softly scratching the surface and tugging on his short hair just right. You had no idea what you were doing to him. He had to stifle a groan and slow down or else he’d spill inside you much quicker than he’d anticipated.

With his track record of letting his temper get the best of him with your previous interactions, he was determined to exercise what little self-control he had left.

You weren’t having any of that. Your cunt had demanded Oliver to fully surrender. You had started thrusting into him as hard as he was gripping your thighs, working to hold you up.

As the heat started to make his blood run much faster to his cock, he knew then that there was absolutely no chance he could hold on for much longer.

“Oliver!” Your hoarse sobbing had only edged him further. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Me too!”

He could feel it as your legs started tensing harder around his body. Your walls clenched around him one last time and that's what triggered him to finally spill himself inside you.

Everything slipped from Oliver’s mind, including his humiliating defeat at the Quidditch match. That was so unlike him. As dedicated as he was to the sport, it was that dedication that fueled your rivalry, adding more fire to his attraction towards you he tried hiding from himself.

When you both had calmed down, Oliver set your feet on the floor. Your knees trembled just a bit, so he had to press your body against him to help you maintain your balance.

Oliver didn’t know how he was going to deal with the consequences of what he had just done later, but for now, he was content with letting you rest in his arms as he rubbed circles along your back.

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See warnings before proceeding because this is extremely dark

Warnings: Bullying, obsessive stalker behavior, angst, extremely dubious consent, hate sex, public sex, characters are of age, name calling, physical violence (please don’t actually get with your abusers in real life this is just fiction)

Do not read if you’re a minor or get triggered by this stuff

Draco Malfoy x reader (smut/18+ only)

Summary: Draco’s main reason for bullying you was because you were a Muggle-born. That wasn’t the only thing he wanted to do to you.

Word count: 3.9k

You felt as if your organs were about to spill out of your body as you caught the eyes of Draco Malfoy and the rest of his Slytherin gang, sauntering around the Great Hall like they owned the school. You were used to dealing with bullies even before you started attending Hogwarts, back at your Muggle school. It was as if the same types of people followed you wherever you went even though Draco was worse than any other bully from your old school. People knew you were shy and socially awkward, and they claimed that that’s the reason you were an easy target, but whenever you tried standing up for yourself, you were labeled as a trouble-maker. It was like you could never win in these situations.

When you came to Hogwarts, you were given a second chance to reinvent yourself with this new life in this new world, but unfortunately, it seemed aspects of your old life followed you here in the form of a platinum-haired boy.

It was no secret that you and Draco Malfoy hated each other’s guts. The whole school knew he loved to bully you, but what you hated even more than Draco himself was the fact that no one ever helped you.

You didn’t understand why it was Draco who specifically picked you out even though there were plenty of other Muggle-born students besides yourself. It was as if he had you reserved for himself while his friends were the ones who picked on the other students.

You looked around the Great Hall, hoping to look for an escape, but it was too late. You felt someone pulling on one of your braided strands of hair.

You let out a frustrated scream as you turned around and again met the eyes of the one person you dreaded seeing daily. You were starting to grow really sick of him. Opposite of your scowl was his malicious smile.

“What do you want?!” You got up from your seat and you shoved your hands against his chest trying to get him away from you, nearly knocking the goblet of pumpkin juice out of his hand.

“Ooh she touched me!” He yelled in mock-hurt, pointing his finger at you. Now all eyes were on you.

No matter how much you tried to go unnoticed and blend in with the crowd, Draco somehow always managed to pick you out, and turn you into a spectacle in a freak show, which you knew your kind was in the Wizarding World to Pure-blood supremacists like him.

“Leave me alone! You pulled on my hair!” You screamed back at him.

“I tripped!” Obviously what he was saying was not true and he was making no sense.

Refusing to engage with him anymore, you ignored the pairs of eyes on you as you grabbed your bag and tried shoving your way past him and his gang.

But before you could take a step past Draco, you felt a cold liquid spilling all over your shirt.

The sound of the other students laughing cut off any connection from your brain to your mouth, making you unable to yell the words that wanted to come out of you. Instead, it was just a loud gasp that echoed through your body.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” Draco’s fake apology interrupted your silent, internal tantrum.

This time, you ignored his taunts that were along the lines of “Mudblood filth” and “dirtier than the floor.” You were finally able to run past the ignorant bystanders, tuning out their whispers and insults, making them all blur in your ears, just like the tears that were starting to invade your vision.

You ran until you found the nearest bathroom. You grabbed a handful of paper towels and wet them under the sink before rubbing them on the horrid stain as furiously as you could. You lost track of how long you’d been scrubbing your shirt for. Your mind was in a flurry, flashing back to all those times Draco had caused you pain and embarrassment.

As soon as your ears picked up the sound of footsteps outside the door, you ran into a random stall as fast as your feet would allow and you locked yourself in. You didn’t want to let more people see you cry.

“Did you do it, Pansy?” A bile made its way up your throat as you knew Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bullstrode (whose voice you recognized,) two of the Slytherin girls in your year were just outside.

“Of course I broke up with him. I’m done with Draco.” Pansy snorted. “I’m so sick of him being obsessed with that stupid Mudblood! I’m always having to hear him talk about that bitch!”

You didn’t need to hear your name to know they were referring to you.

“I know she’s so annoying.” Millicent said.

“Anyways,” Pansy continued. “I can’t wait until we graduate so I don’t have to see her everyday. Or worse case scenario, she doesn’t go back to where she came from, whilst she as well as her kind continue to steal more jobs from us real wizards and witches. I just hope she goes back where she came from. Bloody hell. I don’t know who I hate more now. That Hufflepuff bitch, or Draco for going on about her. It’s obvious he’s had this weird obsession with her for the longest time. That’s why he keeps touching her. I wouldn’t want to touch filth like that.”

Pansy took a deep breath before resuming her rant. “He swears it’s because he hates her so much. Honestly, I see through that bullshit. If he hates her so much, he’d do anything to not have to be in the same room as her. Don’t you think so?” She continued. You imagined that Millicent was nodding along. “Better get to class soon. Before we see that Mudblood.”

You let out a labored exhale as you heard the footsteps departing. Maybe Pansy and the rest of the Slytherins were right about you not deserving to live with the rest of wizardkind. For example, you had the instincts that made you fix your problems the “inferior” Muggle way such as trying to clean your shirt at the sink rather than reaching for your wand first.

You wiped your tears with your sleeve and left to go to the same classroom you were dreading going into.

When class was over, you should’ve known that Draco would be waiting for you outside the door. He wasn’t with his group of friends, and you were the last person to leave. With that realization that you were alone with him, the familiar feeling of dread that had been growing inside of you was about to explode, almost making you break down in another fresh batch of tears.

“What do you want from me?” You sighed, exhausted by his presence.

“I can’t hang out in the halls after classes?” Draco said, fake hurt in his voice. “Why do you always assume everything I do is about you?”

Maybe because you make it all about me? You wanted to throw back at him.

You couldn’t believe he had the audacity to ask that when all he did in your presence was torment you.

“Leave me alone.” Was all you said. Before you could turn your back to him, he grabbed your shoulder, using his strength to jerk you around so that your back was to the wall.

“I didn’t come to Hogwarts to have my time be ruined by Mudbloods like you!” After your bag slipped off your shoulder, you felt his iron grip on both of your wrists. You huffed and whimpered as you tried in vain to fight out of it. He raised your hands above your head and pressed his chest into yours, making all the air escape from your lungs.

“Let go of me! Why do you always pick on me?!” You wanted to kick him, but he already had his body weight against your thighs, immobilizing you.

You let your tears fall freely, not caring anymore about anything other than getting away from him. Through your blurry vision, you could make out that familiar sneer Draco always gave you.

“Because I can.” He answered your question. You internally recoiled as one of his hands came down, the backs of his knuckles caressing your wet cheek. “Crying already?”

“Get off of me!” You protested, your voice becoming weaker as horror set into you at the realization of the heat growing between your legs. “I… h-hate you!” Your voice had now become a full whisper, more of a last ditch attempt at convincing yourself that you were in control of your own body.

That wasn’t the case since Draco had used his superior physical strength to drag you by the wrist until you were both hidden behind the stairwell.

“Draco stop! You’re hurting me! Please!” More tears spilled down your cheeks.

“Shut up.” He finally let go of your wrist and you felt like your arm could breathe again.

That relief that came over you was replaced with something you didn’t wish to understand as Draco’s icy stare washed over your entire body.

You brought your arm to your face, hoping to shield yourself from him, and used the sleeve of your blouse to wipe away more tears.

Before you could wipe your face, Draco had grabbed your wrist again, along with the other one, and moved them to where they previously were, above your head.

With the combination of the darkened gaze you felt over your body and the growing heat between your legs, you were unable to move or speak at this point.

You had never been this close to Draco before this other than those times he’d get on top of you and hit you, but this time, you could actually see something different in the way he looked at you. You had never seen him look at anyone that way before, not even Pansy. You couldn’t put into words how he was looking at you, as in you couldn’t say what he was thinking but rather feel his desire to do something to you that didn’t involve punching you.

He had his full body weight pressed against you between himself and the wall, and you could feel something poking your thigh. Apparently he had realized you felt his erection because he started smirking, then subtly pressing into you more.

You felt so pathetic being under his control like this, or in any way, but this was all new to you, and a dark, hidden part of you had awoken inside.

You didn’t pull away as he inched his face closer and closer to yours. Then, your lips touched.

The kiss was rough, just like his methods of picking on you. He kept fighting to be let in by you until you bit him.

“You fucking bitch! You hurt me!” He screamed as he let go of the kiss, or it was rather you that let him go. Hurt? You couldn’t believe he had the audacity to come at you like that as he was your bully after all.

You only stare back at him as he touched his fingers to his lower lip. With his free hand, he had still kept you in place by gripping onto your waist.

As if he couldn’t have become more unbelievable, he started chuckling under his breath while still massaging the area you bit him. He was standing and bending over so close to you that you felt the soft stands of his hair tickling your forehead and your cheek, making you shiver.

Your heart swelled with pride at seeing him hurt after all this time. You didn’t know you could have ever been capable of getting back at him even after everything he did to you.

As Draco let his laughter die down, he slid his hand up from your waist to grip all the way up your side until he reached your neck. You saw his eyes widening as a small moan escaped you without your consent. You continued squirming, being in disbelief at the warm wetness leaking through your panties.

“You’re such a filthy little bitch aren’t you? I bet your pussy’s all wet too.” It was as if Draco knew exactly what was happening to your own body.

You attempted to clench your thighs together as he squeezed your neck harder and used his other hand to pinch your skin, right next to where the lace trim of your panties was.

The sane part of you wanted to fight him off, but the other part of you, that you didn’t want to acknowledge existed, wanted more of him. In the end, the sane part of you had lost.

You didn’t care anymore if you’d feel disgusted with yourself later. You wanted Draco to keep going. You decided to thrust your hips into his hand to try to make him move until he pulled away.

“I knew it.” He said arrogantly, as if confirming to himself about what he assumed of you earlier.

“Please, Draco.” You moaned as his thumb that that was previously on your neck wiped a stray tear off your face.

“You want this don’t you, Mudblood?” He continued smirking as he pinched the skin on your thigh for a second time, making you shriek.

He cast his gaze lower until his eyes met your black and yellow striped tie, seemingly sneering at the colors. You were still panting and squirming under his fingers as your eyes followed to where they were looking.

You didn’t notice earlier that there was a bench suspiciously, conveniently next to you.

Twirling one of the two strands of your braided hair, Draco chuckled lowly against your ear, making your stomach tighten and your breath hitch.

You didn’t need magic or a verbal command to know what he wanted you to do.

Still gripping onto the same strand of your hair, he backed away from you, giving you room to move, or rather, room for him to use your hair as a leash as he pulled you over to where the bench was.

You caught yourself with your palms just as your back was about to hit the hard stone surface. Like all the other times Draco had beaten you up, he was on top of you except this time, he made no attempt to hide his true intentions for being in this position.

Instead of the punches and scratches you were used to receiving from him, he had started grabbing one of your breasts and continued to knead it. He was still being rough with you, but he was touching you somewhere that was normally associated with pleasure, toying with your feelings of confusion.

You should’ve been disgusted and uncooperative with him, so why were you wrapping your legs around him, you questioned yourself.

“Ow!” Even through the layers of the fabric of your shirt and bra, you could still feel the force he pinched your nipple with. You couldn’t believe that someone else inflicting pain would send a rush of heat between your legs.

“Fucking shit. You like that don’t you?” You didn’t realize you were thrusting your hips upward, until you heard him cuss under his breath.

With your body eager to give into its filthy instincts, you thrust harder, his bulge sliding along the thin, damp cotton gusset of your underwear.

As if a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped on you, you gasped, taking in how flushed you must’ve looked.

You hated everything about this situation. You hated how your own bully was making you feel so good, you hated how the most intimate parts of your body craved him, you hated how you were acting like the same crybaby he always taunted you for being, and more than anything in the world, you hated him.

“Get up!” Draco snarled, pulling you out of your thoughts. You lay frozen where you were, and it wasn’t until he yanked on one of your braids (which came undone thanks to him pulling hard enough to loosen the ribbon) that you fell into his arms, your hands landing on his chest.

“Are you going to be a good little Mudblood this time?” Draco demanded as he gripped your shoulders. If it wasn't for your shirt covering that area, you were sure there would’ve been scratch marks or blood coming out.

Without giving you a chance to answer, he pressed his lips to yours, and this time, you let him in. You didn’t resist, opening your mouth further. He moved his lips against yours, as if he wanted to savor your taste. You had become too intoxicated to what you were giving each other, him sucking on the nectar provided by your mouth and you, on the languid flow of skin on skin.

Like a swimmer coming up to the surface for air, his mouth let go of yours. You shivered and had the instinct to huddle your arms against your chest as his eyes coldly raked over your body.

Your relief was short-lived when Draco pushed you forward, forcing you to fall on the bench and catch yourself on your elbows. You realized your skirt did nothing to cover you, revealing your white panties to him from behind.

You made a noise that sounded like a mixture between sobbing and gasping as you felt his cock pushing against where your body wanted him the most.

“You want more, little bitch?” He whispered. You nodded, digging your nails into the bench so hard you thought you might bleed.

You cried out as he snapped the damp fabric against your pussy.

“Please, please!” You whimpered. You silently hoped he wouldn’t force you to beg for his cock, but knowing him you already predicted he’d do just that.

“Tell me,” It started as a harsh whisper against your ear. “That you’re really a dirty Mudblood slut.”

“I-I’m a dirty Mudblood slut.” You repeated without missing a beat.

“That all you’re ever good for is fucking.”

“Please Draco! All I’m ever good for is fucking!” You knew how idiotic the sentences coming out of you sounded, and it made more tears spill out of you.

It wasn’t long until he pulled down your panties to your knees on the ground. You buried your face in your arms, too ashamed to turn around to see how much he was smirking at your exposed cunt, plush and swollen with your juices coating it.

You felt something wet on your folds, which you assumed was his tongue. Draco continued to lick along your soft folds until he reached your clit.

“Fuck.” You squeaked out as his tongue moved along the bundle of nerves. With every thrust you gave him, the tip of his nose would nudge your entrance, no doubt overloading his sense of smell with your arousal.

“What was that, Mudblood?” Draco tugged at your hair, but you tried to use what little strength you had left to keep your head down, avoiding his eyes.

“Fuck you.” You whispered.

“Go on, then.” As soon as he let go of your hair, his fingers were back inside you, letting the stickiness wrap around them. That wasn’t enough for you. Your body craved more, something bigger that could fill you up.

“Please, Draco.” Your sobs were muffled by your hands over your face. “Please. I want… My cunt wants your cock so fucking bad. All I want-”

“Enough!” He pinched one of your folds, effectively shutting you up. “You don’t get to have my cock just because you want it.”

“I’m sorry!” You repeated those words over and over. “I know! I know only you get what you want. Please take me! Take my cunt!”

“And why would I do that?” It was a rhetorical question.

“Because it’s what you want from me!” He didn’t care about your own pleasure. Why should someone descended from Pureblood royalty bother with a lower life form such as a Mudblood?

Finally, your aching hole was filled with his cock. It was perfect, just the right size to stretch you out, but also be able to squeeze him.

Neither you nor Draco spoke, as the sounds of your skin slapping your wetness against his cock was the only thing heard in the otherwise empty air.

You let him control your body, with his hands gripping your hips as he plummeted into you. The upper half of his body shadowed over yours, ominously trapping you, a reminder of who was in charge, who was superior.

The pleasure started settling through your blood, overcoming what little dignity you had left. It was this that caused the sounds you tried to hold in to burst through your lips. Draco’s hand pressed over your mouth, acting as the patch to the hole.

He wasn’t doing any better with keeping himself quiet. He was much worse.

While he used the strength of his body to act as your cage to squeeze you from the outside, your cunt had become a cage itself for him, having the same effect on his cock.

You were starting to feel it. The tightening inside your stomach grew harder to ignore the more he thrust into you. You didn’t want him to stop. You wanted him to break that tension inside you.

Something inside you had snapped, making you lose control in a way not even Draco could tame. There you were, screaming in the middle of a hidden corridor, getting fucked senselessly by your bully.

Deep within your still spasming body, you felt his cock stiffening then pulsing a few times. Draco reached around your leg and started rubbing your clit, still pulsing and oversensitive from your orgasm. You were unable to stop your entire body from convulsing around him.

As if you couldn’t feel any more stuffed, hot liquid started to coat your walls in multiple bursts. You allowed him to stay inside you and fuck your cunt until he slowed down.

When he had softened inside of you, he circled his arm around your waist and pulled you down so that you were sitting on his lap.

You relaxed into his touch as his fingers brushed through your hair, untangling it from the mess he caused.

An odd, unwelcoming sense of relaxation and comfort came over you in the hands of the person who had hurt you in the past as much as he had pleasured you less than five minutes ago.

Feeling the postponed shame wash over you, you let a tear stream down your cheek. Draco couldn’t see your face, and you preferred it that way.

Grabbing your underwear from its place around your knees, you slide yourself out of him as quickly as you could put the garment on to cover yourself.

From behind you, you heard Draco zipping himself up as well as the buckle of his belt being moved into place. In your peripheral vision, you saw him pick something up off the floor, probably your ribbon before putting it in his pocket.

That sicko can keep it as some trophy. You thought, rolling your eyes.

Draco stepped closer to you, and you wanted to hide your reddened face behind your hair, but he grabbed ahold of it. You were confused and you thought he would hurt you again, but you were frozen in place. His eyes had that effect on you.

He stared at you unnervingly as he started to fix your hair, then tied it off with the ribbon, making it look just as it did this morning.

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Cedric Diggory x Slytherin!reader

Part 1, part 2

Link to masterlist

NSFW smut, adults/18+ only! Otherwise don’t read!

Here’s the third and final part of the story I promised! I tried to make it extra special since it’s the last one! Again thank you so much to everyone for the support!

UPDATE because I forgot to write this before: For the sake of the story, let’s say the girl’s dormitories weren’t enchanted by the founders to prevent boys from entering like in the main stories.

Summary: You plan to have fun with Cedric at a party after hours

Word count: 4.1k

Tags/warnings: characters are of age, dry humping, making out, drinking, cum tasting, porn with a hint of plot, oral sex, blowjobs, grinding, (I’ll probably add more later)

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As you walked through the Great Hall, you heard whispering coming from next to you. You glared as you whipped your head towards the source of the voices. Of course it had to be Draco Malfoy sitting at your house table with his little gang consisting of his friends, the Quidditch team, and some of the boys in your year. Malfoy looked up from his conversation with his friends to make eye contact with you before covering his mouth with his hands and giggling childishly. You let out an angry huff as you turned around. You hated giving Malfoy any sort of attention as much as you hated him giving you any attention as well.

You spotted your group of friends and greeted them before taking a seat next to them.

“You know, Malfoy started a rumor about you.” Was the first thing you heard.

“So what?” You said casually as you grabbed a box of cereal and poured it into your bowl along with the milk. “I don’t give a damn what that little twat says. What he says is irrelevant to me. I’ll be out of school by next year while he’s stuck here for two more years.”

“Actually, you’re going to want to care about this.” Your other friend said, looking around as if to see if anyone was snooping. “He’s telling people that you and Diggory are sleeping together.” She whispered.

You choked on your spoonful of cereal.

“What?! That little… ugh! He’s got no business saying that.”

“It’s not true is it?” She asked. “You and Diggory? The captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team? You’ve got to be mental to go for someone like him. I mean not that there’s anything wrong with him, but he’s just so… different from you. You’re lucky Malfoy and the rest of Slytherin never talk to Diggory or else that rumor would’ve made its way to him by now.”

“Shut up, Sofie.” Your other friend, who hadn’t spoken up, nudged her arm. She turned to you. “Is it true? I've got the feeling that you’ve been fancying him for quite some time. Don’t you guys always see her eye-fucking him everywhere he is?” She and the rest of the group erupted into a fit of giggles. “Like how she’s doing right now!”

Your cheeks turned an embarrassing shade of red as you turned your head away from where you saw Cedric sitting at the Hufflepuff table except his back was to you, so he wasn’t the one to catch you staring at him. Usually, you were able to focus enough to not act flustered around boys you liked, but at that moment, you were fuming so much inside because of other people putting their noses in your business that you couldn’t keep yourself together.

“Merlin’s beard!” Exclaimed Sofie. “Lia was right! You really fancy him!”

You didn’t say anything.

“I knew it!” You rolled your eyes at Lia who had a smug smile on her face.

You suppressed the urge to smack her with the cereal box.

While you and Cedric decided to call each other boyfriend and girlfriend last week, you wouldn’t have minded not being so secretive had it not been for the gossipy nature of your housemates. You weren’t the type of person who wanted everyone in your business, and the more people pried, the more inclined you were to push them away.

“You’re not saying anything.” Sofie said to you in a sing-song voice. “Normally, you would say whether something’s true or not when there’s a rumor about you. So the fact that you’ve got nothing to say means it’s true then.”

“What? No, it means I have other things to worry about… like what I’ll be doing after I graduate.” You tried to change subjects.

“Like where you and Cedric will live.” Lia smirked.

“Is Malfoy right? Are you and Diggory sleeping together?” You hated that the topic somehow went back to Cedric. Even though it had only been a week after he and you got together, you felt like it would’ve been disrespectful to him and inappropriate if you were to start blabbing to your friends about your sexual encounters with him without his consent.

“I’m not going to say whether anything is true or not because I don’t want to give Malfoy the satisfaction of getting to me. I’ll see you in class.” You finished your bowl of cereal and got up to leave, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

“You‘ll see Cedric in class too!” You ignored your friends giggling behind you.

Making sure that you were satisfied with how you did your eyeliner, you turned away from the mirror towards your friends. Some were still doing their makeup by their vanity while the others were sitting on their beds.

“You look hot by the way.” Serina said from her spot on her bed. She was talking about the black dress she picked out for you from her wardrobe. It was strapless and stopped right below your butt. You were glad you had magic so that you could make it fit you properly, not too baggy and not too tight.

“Yeah, if only Cedric could see you.” Isabel smiled as she wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“Come on guys, there’s nothing to talk about concerning Cedric… we just study a lot together. Because we have most of our classes… together.” You tried to keep your voice level as you knew the color of your cheeks were anything but that.

“Stop denying it. We’ve seen you hang out with him, and by the looks of it, we can tell he fancies you too.” Lia said, the other girls nodding in agreement.

“You spied on me? For how long?” What else could you expect from your friends? They were in Slytherin for a reason.

“A week after we had that conversation at breakfast… I promise you we’re not judging!” Sofie rushed in, putting her hands on her shoulders. “We were talking about the party that we’re throwing in the common room tonight, and we thought you might want to… invite Cedric? It’s not even curfew yet. You can go find him. Just let him in.”

“Oh. Yes, if only it were just us and nobody else at the party.” You said sarcastically as you shrugged.

“You said you don’t care about the rumors of you and Cedric being fuckbuddies. Or dating, whatever.” Sofie pointed out.

“Come on, you’ll have much more fun with Cedric at the party… ” Isabel pleaded. “And we promise not to come in here.”

“Why would you say that? This is our room…” It then dawned on you what she implied, and you coughed as you took a look at the other girls who were all looking at you in return with a matching mischievous look in their eyes. “Oh…”

“We all know you want to.” Serina said with a know-it-all attitude. “And when it’s over, Cedric will have no problem sneaking back to his common room because he can get away with telling people he’s doing his duties as a Prefect.”

“Think about it.” Isabel said.

“Okay fine.” You seethed through your clenched teeth. “Malfoy was right about me and Cedric. So were you. We’re… seeing each other.” You cautiously admitted.

“Took you long enough to say it.” Lia rolled her eyes. “Not that you had to say it.”

“Let’s go. You’re wasting your time just by talking to us. Go find Cedric.” Sofie grabbed your hand and dragged you to the door before using her one armed strength to push you out of the room before you could say anything. You shivered as you held your arms against your chest. You hated that they didn’t give you your jacket or your wand so you could keep yourself warm.

You watched as the students in yellow and black uniforms walked past you to their common room. You knew how suspicious you looked, an outsider hanging around somewhere that wasn’t your space. Most of the students were too tired from doing homework or studying to pay attention to you, anyways. Except for one.

“You again!” It was the same first year boy that caught you sneaking into the Quidditch changing rooms the day you put that note in Cedric’s school bag. He was pointing at you. And he was with Cedric. Great. Now that you found him, you had to get him away from his little friend.

“Yeah, what of me?” You stood up from your place against the wall. “Cedric and I have some adult business to discuss.” You looked over at your boyfriend, whose eyes you caught widening as he took in your revealing outfit.

“We do? Oh… right.” You enjoyed seeing boys fumbling around you and getting flustered when you’d catch them spacing out, and it was especially amusing when it was someone you had fancied for a while.

“Yeah. Our assignments, and you know…” You raised your eyebrows at him, hoping he’d take a hint.

“Go on, it’s alright.” He said to the younger student, patting him on the back.

Once it was just the two of you alone out in the darkened corridor, you let your lips crash down on each other’s, not knowing who initiated the kiss.

“It’s almost curfew.” Cedric said once the two of you broke off from the kiss. You enjoyed the feeling of his warm hands running over the goosebumps on your arms. “You’ll get in trouble.”

“Like I’m a stranger to that.” You light-heartedly scoffed before rolling your eyes. “Have you got time?”

“Well, sure. Anything for you.” Wasn’t he just the sweetest boyfriend ever?

“My friends and I are having a party in our common room, and we want to invite you.” You said, eyeing him from his lips to your hands that were on his chest. “Come on, we’ll have so much fun. I know I’ve been having fun with you. And I want more. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Years of flirting taught you how to get boys to agree with you to almost anything. “And you’ll have no trouble sneaking around after the party because of your Prefect status.”

“I don’t know. I mean, it’s not my house’s common room. You said you and your friends want me there, but what about everyone else?” He asked.

“Well, you are the most confident Hufflepuff for a reason, and it’s not like you let other people’s negative opinions dictate how you act. I mean, I highly doubt anyone has a valid reason to dislike you. Because you’re so popular.” So far, you were pleased with yourself for how easily you were able to come up with what to say.

“So, what do you think?” You asked, letting your sparkling eyes and your smile do more of the talking.

You felt proud knowing your charms had worked on Cedric and he went along with your plan. By the time you had let him into the Slytherin common room, the party had already started with everyone present except for the younger students who wouldn't be aware of the party thanks to the silencing charm.

At least everyone else was too busy dancing to the loud music, drinking, or socializing to notice your entrance and the presence of an outsider.

“Come on,” you took Cedric’s hand and led him to where the windows were, next to the Black Lake. He was a little slow catching up to you, as he was more focused on taking in the room he’d never been in before.

“Wow. It’s… interesting.” Cedric was still looking around and moving his head like a child who was seeing skyscrapers for the first time.

You giggled at how adorable you thought he looked.

“I never thought I’d see the Slytherin common room.” He said off-handedly.

You saw your friends from the corner of your eye waving you over. “I think your friends want to talk to you.” Cedric leaned over to you as he pointed at them.

“Let’s go!“ you grabbed his hand as you led him over to the middle of the room where most of the students were dancing.

“Stop keeping to yourselves and get out there!” Serina shouted at you, giving your butt a light spank, making you lurch forward. Making sure to not lose your balance on your heels, you stepped up to the table before holding your hand out for Cedric to take.

He looked around to your friends bashfully before taking your hand and standing up on the table next to you. You let yourself get lost in the beat for a moment before taking Cedric’s face in your hands and kissing him on the lips, in front of everyone. You could hear some of the tipsy students whistle and clap. You and Cedric pulled back from the kiss before giving each other a smile.

“Yeah! Get it!” You heard one of your friends screaming from your side before handing you two shot glasses. You took one for yourself while you passed the other one over to Cedric.

“It’s Firewhiskey! It’s that one we stole from Snape!” One of them said. Of course you remembered the thrill of sneaking into his classroom with your friends and finding that bottle in his desk drawer.

“Bottoms up!” You held your shot glass up to Cedric, and you made a toast before you both downed your drinks in one sip.

After putting down the glasses, you resumed dancing with Cedric, with the burning sensation of the drink making you feel warm along with the boost of confidence.

You and Cedric did more than just kiss this time. As he parted his mouth, you traced your tongue along his bottom and top lip, licking the alcohol.

Another chorus of loud whistles and claps soon followed, this time accompanied by intelligible sentences.

“Is that Diggory? I never thought they’d go for each other!”

“Aren’t they sleeping with each other?!”

“They’re totally sleeping with each other!”

“I told you so!”

All that teenage gossip became white noise to you, making it easy for you to drown out thanks to the alcohol. You did not care about anyone else at that moment other than the one person who had his body pressed against you. You didn’t care about what other people would say about seeing you making out with the captain of your house’s rival Quidditch team. All you cared about was having a good time with Cedric.

“Woohoo! Show us what you got!” Came from the direction where your friends were standing.

Feeling encouraged by what you just heard, you turned around and took both of Cedric’s hands and placed them on your waist. You may or may not have purposely bumped your ass against your dance partner’s frontside a few times.

Your friends giggled and cheered some more as they caught onto what you were doing and it seemed Cedric did too. “Do you think anyone would bother us if we went somewhere more private?” What was that saying you heard? Great minds think alike? You smirked at that thought as you stepped down onto the floor with Cedric following you.

“Ooh! I see someone wants some alone time!” You heard one of your friends teasing you.

“Shouldn’t you be up there? It’s your turn.” You countered back sassily as you showed them all forward. After your group of friends turned back and winked at you, you took Cedric’s hand and led him to your room.

After reaching behind Cedric to lock the door to your room, you pressed him against the wood while keeping your lips locked onto his. He let you take the lead, parting his lips to grant your tongue entrance into his mouth. He let out a low groan as your palms delicately slid over his bulge. Heat pulsed between your legs at feeling how hard he was already.

By the time you broke off the kiss, you were both panting heavily despite having barely touched each other. At least in comparison to what you were thinking of doing to him.

Wordlessly, you took his hand and led him over to where your bed was. You continued making out with him as you pushed him down by the shoulders so that he could sit down on the mattress. He held onto your waist as you straddled yourself over him.

You moaned out Cedric’s name as you could feel his erection against you. The dress you were wearing was so short that it completely rode up your thighs with the way you were positioned, so that you were able to get a lot of friction against your clothed pussy.

Cedric gripped onto your waist tighter at the same time you started grinding yourself against him, his bulge and the front seam of his trousers sliding along your clit and then your folds in the most delicious way possible. But that wasn’t enough. Your insatiable appetite for pleasure wouldn’t leave you satisfied just from dry humping.

“Please, Cedric.” You breathed out in a hushed voice, borderline moaning. “I want to cum so fucking bad. I can tell you do too.” You cupped him through his clothes and gave him a squeeze.

In response, Cedric brought his hand around your neck and brought his lips to yours before asking, “How do you want to do it?”

You didn’t reply with words, instead pushing him down gently until his back hit the mattress and pillows. He silently watched as you undid his belt and zipper, then freed his cock from its confines.

“I can’t wait to have this inside me.” You purred equally as slow as your fingers had moved along the shaft. He let out a groan as you left a light kiss on the tip, red from all the blood rushing there.

You let the tip ease in between your lips before savoring the taste with your tongue running along the slit. You bobbed your head a few times, batting your lashes at Cedric while he was brushing your hair out of your face.

After a few minutes of letting his dick in and out of your throat and past your lips, the silence was broken by a plop as you let your saliva connect with his precum. You were oddly fascinated by that string of liquid. It reminded you of how easily the tip would slide into you now that it was wet, and thinking about it only made another rush of heat gather between your legs.

“I’m gonna fuck you now.” You said into Cedric’s ear quietly as you leaned forward in your straddle position. In response, he propped himself up onto his elbows and struck a peck on your lips.

You turned around and swiped your hair to one side so that Cedric could watch as you unzipped your dress, slowly revealing your skin to him, teasing him. Once you had thrown your dress over your head and discarded it, you knew this was where the real fun could begin.

With you on top of Cedric, you let him slowly guide your hips as you took a seat on his cock. You breathed a sigh of relief at the welcome feeling of fullness stuffing your cunt. Throughout the times you slept with Cedric, you’d become addicted to having him inside you, stretching out your wet, aching pussy, only to have it be fed by his hot cum. In the aftermath, you’d be transfixed by the sight of the white liquid pouring down your legs.

Grabbing the fabric around his thighs, you slowly bounced up and down, along with having one of his hands squeezing a fist full of your ass before sliding to where your waist curved inward.

As you opened your eyes, you caught sight of yourself on the vanity and wardrobe mirrors around the room. Your breasts were exposed, bouncing along with the rest of your body, and the duplicates of your reflection reminded you that Cedric could most definitely see your frontside too.

It was the knowledge of how he could watch you fuck yourself that tempted you to show him more, let him know just how slutty you could be.

“You’re so gorgeous.” Cedric grunted from behind you as he ran the back of his fingers along your spine, causing you to moan slightly at the ticklish, yet somehow erotic sensation. You could never get tired of hearing him call you gorgeous no matter how often. It made you feel special, reminded you of his reputation as a good boy, which is what turned you on about him in the first place.

You took another peek at the mirror across the room, and saw the crumpled, pleasure-stricken look on your face. Wanting to give Cedric a better show, you made it a point to stick out your tits and flick your thumbs and forefingers along both nipples, hardening the peaks, which heightened the pleasure and heat in your cunt.

It seemed Cedric got a little jealous of you having all the fun since he snaked his own hand under yours, cupping your breast. He started to mimic what he saw you doing to yourself with your other hand with his own.

There was a stark contrast between touching yourself with your own hand versus having Cedric touch you. Whereas your palms were smaller, fingers shorter and more slender with a softer touch, he had larger palms that covered more surface, longer, thicker fingers that had that a certain roughness that was typical of men, and his blunt fingernails which he kept much shorter than yours allowed him to maneuver his fingertips in ways you couldn’t with your manicured nails.

In addition, it was far more exciting with someone else doing it to you as there was the anticipation and the thrill of unpredictability.

“Oh… fuck.” You bit your lip, too engrossed in the way Cedric was touching you that you soon grew bored of your other hand, moving it to your clit instead.

“Let me get that for you.” He placed his free hand on top of yours and guided it to his leg. Balancing yourself on him, you took a quick look down as his index finger was pressed against the swollen nub between your legs.

Jolting forward as even the slightest touch triggered your walls to squeeze harder around his stiff cock, a slew of profanities slipped past your lips.

“I got you.” You heard Cedric’s deep, comforting voice, which you didn’t realize was pushing you towards an orgasm at first.

“Fuck. Cedric… I can’t! I-I’m about-” As you were on the verge of sobbing, your words weren’t making sense. Without thinking about anything else but your impending orgasm, you bounced harder on his cock, willing for it to go deeper, to reach as much as it could in places you could never get to with your fingers.

Soon, you felt something hot spilling inside you as Cedric’s grip on your breast tightened, followed by your walls and pussy lips fluttering around him.

As you continued to scream into your hand, you savored each rope of hot cum that was spilling inside you. On the other hand, Cedric wasn’t much quieter than you were.

Soon, you both had calmed down. Even when his cock had softened inside of you, he didn’t pull out, instead using it to keep his cum plugged in you. How you loved feeling so full like this after sex.

Carefully sitting up, he encircled his arm around your frontside, squishing your breasts together as he hoisted himself up so that you were both upright with you still on his lap.

You were in the middle of catching your breath when you felt his lips pepper kisses from your neck to your shoulder.

“I should probably get back to my dorm now.” He whispered, letting teeth latch onto your earlobe.

“Right. Since you’re such a good boy.” You emphasized the last two words in a patronizing tone, as a way to tease him.

Being careful not to get his uniform dirty, you quickly lifted yourself off of him.

You let Cedric ogle your still naked body standing in front of him. Maintaining eye contact, you ran your fingers along the inside of your thigh, sighing as they came into contact with the sticky mess he left behind. With wide blinking eyes, he stared as you dipped each finger into your mouth, sucking and tasting him.

Of course, you couldn’t say goodbye without kissing him on the lips.

Severus Snape x reader

Wc: 5.1k

Here’s the second and finale part. Requested by multiple people here and ao3. I’m so happy I finally got around to writing it!

Warnings: Super angsty, crying, age gap, physical violence, mentions of abuse, some spiciness, but no actual smut because I’m trying to keep the entire story pg-13 in the romance department

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Why do you hate me? That question didn’t stop plaguing Severus Snape’s mind as he left you in the corridor after he… did something you weren’t expecting him to do. He wasn’t expecting himself to kiss you either. Ever. It was an impulsive decision that he had to run away from as soon as he had sobered up from the intoxicating taste of your lips. It wasn’t just the taste he couldn’t get out of his mind throughout the day, it was how soft they were as you kissed him back. Even though you showed no signs of resisting him, he still felt guilty about kissing you without your permission. He knew he stepped over the line he should never have crossed. He couldn’t just get through the rest of the school year and look at you without being reminded of that kiss. He felt awful that it had to be him who kissed you and not someone who deserves you more than he did.

His solution was to avoid you in order to get himself away from the guilt. He knew he should’ve apologized for how he had treated you in the past, but he didn’t think you’d ever forgive him. How could he deserve your forgiveness?

For as long as he’d known you, it never made sense to him why you were placed in Slytherin when you couldn’t be any more different from the rest of them. He supposed your pure-blood lineage had something to do with it. He also knew who your parents were. He met them when he first became a Death Eater, and not that much long after, he became your teacher.

As his student, he never shied away from treating you with the same distaste as he did with students from other houses. What irked him the most about you was how kind you tried to be to everyone who was supposed to be seen as being beneath you. He saw that as a sign of weakness.

It wasn’t difficult for him to figure out your parents were the same Death Eaters he met as a young man even though they never mentioned having a daughter. He could only assume that they didn’t like you which made sense considering how different your personality was from theirs. You still had their last name, and you looked like them.

He thought after you had graduated that he’d never have to see you again, but that night Dumbledore introduced you as a new teacher, he was shocked at how wrong he was proven to be.

He couldn’t believe it was you sitting next to him after not seeing each other for years. This time you were his equal. During those three years, Snape noticed you… changed a lot. Except for the happy personality you put out. He also hated how his heart skipped a beat in front of you for the first time at the moment you smiled at him.

After that, every time he’d see you around the school, that same feeling kept coming back inside him, making him feel like he was being lured in by a siren until he broke out of your control that you didn’t even know you had over him. Every time you were in a room together, his eyes were magnetized to wherever you were. His attraction towards you was growing at an alarming rate, and he wasn’t pleased at all.

You were the complete opposite of him: gentle and kind while he was cruel and callous, something he’d gotten used to everyone seeing him as.

Another thing he didn’t understand about you was how you never grew to act bitter and resentful like him after everything he put you through, especially with how he had passed on to you the anger from the trauma he had experienced in school and at home.

Maybe fate had a reason to bring you two together again, to make him recognize the regret he should’ve felt for how he treated you. And he did, which was why he felt like he couldn’t be in your presence anymore after he had kissed you.

Not only was he filled with regret for how he had treated you, but he was also filled with regret for kissing you. It’s not that he didn’t enjoy it because he did. That’s what made him regret it in the first place. It was too overwhelming for him to think about.

What was a relief for him was the fact that he had managed to successfully avoid you for the rest of the school year, even if you had to be in the same room together, you were never alone with him. He didn’t know what he would do if that happened.

No matter how much he tried averting his gaze, you were always that temptation that burned a hole in his peripheral vision. He could feel your eyes on him, a curious gaze, nothing malicious, but making that hole burn deeper.

Every time he had accidentally become trapped in your gaze, he could read the endless questions you had in your eyes even without using magic: why did you kiss me? Why are you ignoring me? Am I that horrible?

No, you weren’t horrible. It was he who was horrible. He had always been too harsh on you. You were clearly too pure and innocent to be associated with someone like him.

As soon as the school year was over, Snape felt relieved that he was guaranteed to never see you again. Or so he thought.

You didn’t tell your students why you were leaving, but Snape had to take a guess that it was because the remaining Death Eaters who weren’t imprisoned had likely tried coercing you in an attempt to join them, scaring you off.

It wasn’t until after you graduated from school that your parents had officially acknowledged your existence to him long after he was able to connect the dots of your relation to them. In short, the less than savory things he read about you in their letters only confirmed his suspicions about them acting as if you didn’t exist earlier. At first Snape didn’t know if he should empathize with you; you were treated worse by your parents as a child than he had been by his. In the end, when he reunited with you as a teacher, he decided to continue to treat you the same as he always had, a reflection of his bitter self he couldn’t let go of and grow past.

After the school year, Snape thought that not seeing you was enough for him to get you off his mind, but he should’ve realized that your parent’s letters to him were a constant reminder of your existence for the past three years since you left his life for the second time. He now had to dread the inevitability of seeing you again after being summoned by your parents to your family home. He wasn’t sure if you were hiding out there, but he liked to think you were somewhere far away with a new life, away from him.

He hoped for your sake that you had made a new life for yourself in a place that was happier and more suitable for you, unlike the gray, dreary living room he was seated in with your parents sitting opposite of him.

Apparently you had not done that because as soon as he heard footsteps coming down the stairs, he turned his head and saw you.

“Mother? Father? What are you doing here?” Snape wondered how on earth you could look and sound so chirpy to see such dreadful people.

“Professor Snape?” He cringed at how you seemed to shrink back a little as if being hit by the pain he had caused you three years ago. “I didn’t know you and my parents knew each other.”

He saw your parents roll their eyes.

“Yes. As we understand, he was also your teacher in school, then your colleague.” Your mother looked at you as if she were talking to a non-sentient creature that she wanted to shoo away.

“How have you been? I haven’t seen you since I said goodbye to you on the train before my first year at Hogwarts! I hope you’re happy with how the house has been. I’ve done my best to care for it.”

Snape almost choked on his own spit. He couldn’t believe it. Did he just hear in other words that your parents left you at the train station and never bothered to check in on you or take care of you during the holidays? That you were left with no family? At least his own parents made sure that he was with them during school holidays even if his situation at home wasn’t the best.

“I didn’t know you were coming.” You said. “I wasn’t expecting to see you when I woke up.”

“That’s because we just got here now.” Your father scoffed.

“Oh… Well, there’s so much to catch up on! I was sorted into Slytherin! Just like you and Professor Snape! Isn’t that wonderful?” You sounded so proud and hopeful that they’d be proud of you in turn.

“Why have you come back? I missed you.” You said. How could you sound genuine and sincere towards them?

“We’ll discuss that later. We have company. Go put on something… other than that.” Your mother scrunched up her nose in a way that made her look both disgusting and disgusted as she pointed at your outfit which consisted of a hoodie, leggings, and bunny slippers. Snape hated to admit to himself that even in plain Muggle clothes you still looked beautiful.

After you went upstairs he realized how hollow he felt without you in his presence. He hadn’t recognized the light you brought in wherever you went until you were gone.

He drowned out your parents’ conversation as his thoughts drifted over to you. It was as if the more he tried to stop thinking about you the more the opposite happened since the day he kissed you.

“Ugh. What is taking that wretched thing so long?” Your mother groaned, tapping her foot impatiently. “Severus, go make sure she has listened to my orders. Tell her to come down. First door next to the stairs.” She commanded him.

He didn’t say anything as he simply stood up, letting his cloak trail behind him. Any excuse to get out of the boring conversation would do.

He swore he wasn’t thinking when he turned the knob of the door and found it unlocked.

“I… apologize. I should have knocked.” The sentence came out of his throat sounding constricted.

He shouldn’t have looked either.

His breath caught in his throat as he saw how perfect and elegant you looked in just your black lingerie. There was nothing you could do to hide the bright redness of your cheeks as your eyes met each other through the mirror of the vanity you were sitting in front of. There was nothing he could do as well to prevent his own eyes from shamefully devouring the sight of your exposed skin he couldn’t stop dreaming of running his fingers over. Feeling guilty for thinking that, he harshly turned himself around, his heart racing in his chest.

“Your mother sent me to check on you.” Snape said after he was by some miracle able to come to his senses. Even though his back was turned towards you, he couldn’t stop thinking about how you looked and how he felt seeing that much of your skin exposed in front of him, with only the bare minimum covered with the flimsy lace fabric.

There was no way he’d ever be able to convince himself that he only saw you as the same student from all those years ago now that he knew what you looked like in… such a revealing state. Not to mention the way you looked at him in turn. The innocence that you projected in your eyes chipped at his cold heart, crumbling it until guilt speared through his conscience.

“Sir, could you… give me a hand?” You called out in a shaky voice.

He didn’t say anything as he turned back around, making sure to keep his gaze away from you at a respectable enough distance.

“I need help putting this on. Please?” You held out a black velvet choker with some sort of a dark colored jewel pendant attached to it. He never recalled seeing you wear such elaborate jewelry before. He wondered if you’d gotten it from some other man that had caught your affection. His heart ignited with jealousy at that thought. After all, what man wouldn’t be smitten with you? You were too beautiful to not be spared a second glance from any stranger.

He heard you shiver as he gathered your hair, his fingers brushing the delicate skin on your neck. He could still feel your eyes on him through the mirror with every movement he made as his nimble fingers clasped the necklace.

Suddenly, snippets of your last conversation together fogged his ability to think.

Your tears running down your cheeks as you begged for answers that one day.

Him not being able to say anything, instead crashing his lips against yours.

Your soft lips moving in sync with his.

How he hated the feeling of being so drawn to you.

Why was your beauty even more irresistible to him after spending years without you? The answer was because he was a depraved man. There was nothing that could satisfy his depravity more than a beautiful, innocent woman in front of him.

He couldn’t hold himself back. With each caress of his fingers over your skin, he felt that same hard exterior melt away, and he did not care. He was done caring.

You let out another shaky breath as his fingers trailed below your ear and down the back of your shoulder blade. He dared to take a look into the mirror to see your eyelids flutter, and your teeth biting your bottom lip, pleasure written clearly all over your face.

He really wanted to see you make that face again in… other situations. What was he thinking? That wasn’t right. He almost felt guilty about letting those other thoughts about the things he could do to you slip into his mind. Almost. He swallowed a huge lump that had formed in his throat at that idea.

With his free hand, he placed it onto the vanity next to where yours was, laying unassumingly. His thumb inched its way to your pinky finger before running along the length. It was a hesitant movement, one that he decided he would retreat from if you voiced any discomfort or showed any signs of it. Except you didn’t. In fact, you were the one who took it further, placing your entire hand under his and intertwining your fingers together.

With this unexpected move from you, Snape had confirmation that you wanted more of him as much as he did from you.

He noticed that there were no words exchanged between you for several minutes. Not that there needed to be.

As he forgot about your impatient parents downstairs, he debated his next move. You were still turned towards the mirror, looking into his reflection demurely, soft lips pouted. You didn’t seem to know what to do, leading him to make the assumption that you didn’t have much experience with men in these situations. It was up to him to take the lead.

Still hesitant with his movements, he brought up his other hand from its spot along your hair, back to your neck, this time caressing the soft skin once again. He smirked a little at the little noises that left your mouth. He knew he could find the right places to touch you to get you to whimper, acting like you were so shy to reveal this part of yourself, the part that enjoyed being pleasured by someone else.

He looked to where your choker pendant sat around your neck, imagining for a moment that it was his hand wrapped around you instead, holding onto you like a delicate flower, too precious and fragile to dare to crush. He had committed many heinous acts with those same hands, tortured, beaten, and much worse. He didn’t deserve to touch something so virtuous after all that he had done. It was wrong. So why did touching you feel so perfect?

Worst of all, because you had no knowledge of his past activities, he was dreading the time you’d find out which he knew would be very soon.

But all that was thrown out the window as soon as his fingers found their way under your bra strap without him having any memory of them moving there. He wanted to see your face as he let it fall off your shoulder. How much more beautiful could you get?

Even if he wanted to resist (which he didn’t anymore,) he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself as his lips found their way to your skin. Except they didn’t.

“Severus! What is taking her so long?! Make sure she comes here… At once!” Your mother’s shrill voice was what broke whatever spell he was under.

“You heard your mother. You should get dressed.” Just like that, he was instantly back to the stoic man you always knew him as. He didn’t have time anymore to think about what he had just done or how far he had almost taken things with you.

He regretted looking back at the mirror to see your disappointed face, frowning with a far away look in your eyes.

Snape didn’t bother explaining to your parents anything as he came downstairs, ignoring their annoyed sneers. He assumed you weren’t that far behind.

“When we tell you to do something, we expect you to do it efficiently.” Was the first thing your mother scolded you when you entered the living room.

You were wearing the same color as the pieces of clothing Snape had last seen you in, a black dress with sheer sleeves and a cinched waist.

“I’m sorry… I-” Your eyes flicked over to Snape’s, cheeks bright red presumably thinking about what had happened between you. Unlike you, he was much better at hiding his emotions, barely sparing you a glance. “I couldn’t find something suitable much quicker.” You finished.

“Apologize to Severus. You kept him waiting too long.” Your mother scolded you again.

“Sorry I kept you waiting too long.” You looked down, not daring to meet his eyes.

The next few moments came at him too fast in a blur. Your mother grabbed your arm and spun you to face her and your father’s sneering faces. Her palm connected to your cheek, the slap making you stumble back but not enough to make you fall over.

She leaned over to your height, and said in a low voice that sounded threatening, “You are and always have been insufferable. Now go and make dinner. We have more guests coming.” She gave your arm another painful looking jerk before letting go.

Without a word or a glance, you held your cheek as you turned away and walked into the kitchen.

Snape stood in shook, blinking at the open space where you had been. Out of all the horrible things he’d seen, none of them could come close to a parent hurting their child. He didn’t even know he still had it in him to feel shocked at something like that.

Your parents had to be on another level of evil to treat you like that in front of other people.

That was one of those moments that involuntarily made him dig up memories from even before his dark past as a Death Eater and his days as a student at Hogwarts, back to his childhood. He thought he had buried those memories of his own family deep enough not to be revisited.

From what Severus Snape had seen, your parents treated you more like a House Elf rather than their child to care for. On top of that, they had no problem showing off their disdain for you in front of company as much as other parents would show off their child’s achievements. There was obviously no way you didn’t think this wasn’t normal. You just didn’t know any better.

As you sat next to him at the dinner table you never spoke unless spoken to, which wasn’t often in the conversation. Remembering what your parents had asked him to do, his heart was shaking inside his chest as his eyes kept darting to your face, to the red welt on your cheek.

There you sat at the table with several other Death Eaters, completely oblivious to the turmoil inside of him, as much as the other guests were to the longing glances you were giving him. It was like you didn’t care or know how to hide your feelings.

You were too innocent to be caught up in the types of people similar to your parents. Unfortunately for you, your innocence only made your parents even more eager to find ways to break you, something Snape didn’t wish to see anymore, but only after he stopped denying his feelings. That still didn’t make him a better person, nor did it make any of the things he’d done to you acceptable. Maybe he was too far gone to ever truly become a better person for you, himself, or anyone. He should never have treated you so harshly in the first place from the moment you stepped into his classroom.

After what seemed like forever, he felt as if he could breathe again as he saw people leave the table one by one and migrate to the living room until it was just him and your parents who remained while you walked around, collecting the plates.

Meet me inside the guest room at midnight.

You picked up the note that was written on a piece of napkin under a plate. You knew exactly who wrote it even if he disguised his handwriting and placed it at a completely different seat than where he sat. He was also the only person staying at the house. Why he felt the need to hide his identity even though you were obviously the only person who would see the note, you had no idea.

You just hoped you’d have your first proper conversation in three years. Your heart pounded faster at that thought. You might’ve been naive (which you had often been accused of being) but you weren’t stupid. You could tell Professor Snape had gone out of his way to avoid you for the rest of the school year after he kissed you that one day. You wanted to get more answers out of him, but at the same time you knew you shouldn’t be pushing him, so you gave him space. You started to wonder if he thought he had made a mistake. Were you really that horrible?

However, you couldn’t deny the way had started to look at you with those piercing black eyes that had made you blush back when you were still his student. You didn’t exactly understand why you had to develop a crush on him out of all people. Why couldn’t it have been someone your age? You wished you could control who you were attracted to, then maybe you would feel the way you should feel about him, and not get butterflies in your stomach in his presence.

You were so distracted by your thoughts that you almost dropped the plates into the kitchen sink. You stopped your movements and blinked before getting sidetracked again.

You sighed, remembering the fiery feeling along your skin that trailed beneath his fingers making a thrill run through you. That wasn’t all that he did.

Even though it was midnight, your parents and the guests were still talking, leaving you confused on why Professor Snape instructed you to meet him in the guest room. Maybe he wanted you to go inside and wait for him so that your parents wouldn’t see you. The note did say “inside” after all.

You opened the door, and quietly shut it behind you before leaning against it and letting out an exhale. You were still wearing the same clothes as earlier since you hadn’t bothered getting changed.

Wondering what Professor Snape wanted to talk about, your mind rushed with theories of your own that were accompanied by a feeling of dread that crawled through your chest and stomach. What if he was coming to tell you that this whole thing, whatever was going on between you two was a mistake?

You pushed yourself off the door and paced around in small circles, keeping your head down until you heard the door open.

Your head jerked up as your eyes met his black ones. He was already so close to you, and you had forgotten how much his taller frame loomed over you.

You weren’t able to control the speed of your breathing, and you didn’t care about how scared you looked. He always knew you were scared of him anyway.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, not knowing what else to say, not that you ever did in front of him.

He didn’t say anything. He only took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and handed it to you.

From the moonlight outside the tall window, you could barely read it.

Make her join us or kill her.

“What does this mean?” You looked up at him. You didn’t know if you were confused, shocked, or both. “Wh-who wants you to… kill me?”

You didn’t know you had started crying until you felt a thumb sliding against your wet cheek.

“I received this note from your parents earlier.” He said. In contrast to you, he showed no emotion.

“Why? I don’t understand. Why would…” You never thought your parents would ever want any harm to come to you. They were your parents after all. They were supposed to love and protect you like how any other parent should.

Your former professor took a deep breath. “I would never let anyone hurt you. Do you trust me?”

“Of course.” You answered after wondering why he would doubt you trusted him.

“Haven’t you had your life threatened by someone before?” He asked shakily.

“Well… yes.” You thought about the time you received letters from the Death Eaters who weren’t imprisoned, telling you the horrible things they would do to you when they found you. Luckily, you left your teaching job at Hogwarts before they could reach you.

“I will explain everything. Eventually, you’ll find out the truth. I can protect you. From everyone, even your parents. I promise I won’t let them hurt you.”

“Why did you kiss me?” You blurted out. Professor Snape blinked at the change in subject.

“It was a mistake.” He set his mouth in a firm line.

“It didn’t seem like it…” To your dismay, your eyes were starting to water again, but you were able to blink the tears away. “I didn’t think it was.” You looked into his night sky-colored eyes.

“You don’t understand.” He said. You instinctively leaned in a little as the backs of his cold fingers traced along your heated cheek before he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I wasn’t lying to you… about what I said that one day.” He continued. He took another deep breath. “Which is why I can’t allow things to go further. It would be selfish of me. Because… of the things I’ve done.” You could tell he was having a hard time getting his thoughts out. You wanted to tell him it was alright and that he could tell you anything, but at the same time, you didn’t want him to take it the wrong way and think you were pushing him to tell you more than what he was comfortable with.

“What will happen with us, then?” You asked.

“I told you that I was going to protect you, and I will.”

Damn it, you were making things so difficult for Severus Snape and you didn’t realize it. On top of acting as a double agent for Albus Dumbledore, protecting Harry Potter, fooling the other Death Eaters, and his teaching job, he didn’t know how much longer he could keep this up, whatever “this” was. He really did care about you, and revealing his feelings for you was a mistake.

For a moment he envied you. Everything was so simple to you. You tried to look for the good in everybody, even the people who obviously didn’t deserve it, such as him or your parents.

And now, you were in danger thanks to your parents and Voldemort’s return. Snape hoped that the day would never come where you would directly face that danger. He truly wished for your innocence to be protected.

“Are you alright, sir?” Your sweet voice broke him out of his own mental prison.

He looked down to where you placed your hands into his. You slowly intertwined your fingers through his, making them look like a tangled mess, reminding him of what his life had come to.

“You didn’t really mean it. Did you?” He didn’t know what you were talking about at first. “It didn’t feel like a mistake… Especially after what almost happened earlier.” You added in an almost whisper. Even though it was mostly dark, he could still see the blush in your cheeks.

He had dug himself into an even deeper hole when he walked into your bedroom without knocking (which he shouldn’t have done,) and took things that far with you. And he would have if he wasn’t interrupted. That’s what scared him, how much he wanted you, how lovely it was to see you, kiss you, touch you in ways he could tell you hadn’t known you liked to be touched.

“You’re right. I… didn’t. I was only lying to myself.” He confessed. He wanted to tell you so much more, like the regret he felt for everything he did to you, but he couldn’t. Because he realized you weren’t the one who was weak, he was. He didn’t know how much more difficult he could make his own life.

He couldn’t stop his eyes from hungrily gazing at you. The moonlight made you look ethereal, highlighting your beauty, tempting him, telling him to come closer and get a taste of what he wanted: you.

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Pairing: Cedric Diggory x reader

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: You’re at a Halloween party in the Hufflepuff common room when Cedric asks to dance with you.

A/N: I know it’s not Halloween but for some reason the idea to write this story hit me about a week ago. Also it’s low key inspired from that one scene at the party from season 2 episode 6 of Ghost Whisperer. And I’m still working on my other stories.

You self-consciously tugged your short skirt down your legs and adjusted your stockings as you twirled around in front of the full length mirror. Your angel costume was far sexier than anything you’ve ever worn in your life, so you weren’t used to showing this much skin in front of other people. You considered asking the other girls to check you for their opinions, but considering that you were one who was mostly known for keeping to yourself, you decided not to. Of course you wanted to look your absolute best for the last Halloween party you’d be attending at Hogwarts before you graduated.

You were also nervous. What if other people didn’t like your costume? You weren’t very resourceful, so it wasn’t like you made it yourself from scratch like how other students have done with their costumes. You had planned ahead and had taken a trip to a Muggle costume shop before school started, purchasing a corset, a halo, wings, a skirt, a pair of stockings, and high heels, all white. Since you were a witch, you had the advantage of being able to use magic to make the halo float above your head wherever you went, adding a layer of authenticity to your costume.

By the time you came out of your dorm, the party had already started in the common room. You weren’t the only student that had gone all out, just about everyone else was dressed up, like with every Halloween party you’ve been to, and the common room almost looked completely different than how it looked the rest of the school year. In contrast to the sunny warmth that your house colors provided, tonight it was a reflection of the starry dark skies casted with a chill that reminded you of those horror or mystery novels. Of course your costume stood out because of that. You were like a drop of pure white snow shining through a big shadow of darkness.

You sensed other people’s eyes on you, yet you felt more comforted by convincing yourself that no one else was paying attention to you, just as it always was.

Still keeping your head down, you turned to the punch bowl and poured yourself a drink. Taking small sips, you looked around at all the dancing couples or groups of friends. It’s not that you were jealous, you just couldn’t help wondering what your school days would’ve been like if you were a different type of person, one who was more outgoing and bold. Would you have been sorted into the house you were in now? Probably not, but it didn’t hurt you to wonder about different ways your life could have turned out.

Your ears perked up when you noticed the difference in the change of music. The slow, alluring melody had replaced the loud, wild beats. You saw the center of the room occupied by couples in their embrace, alone in each other’s arms. Seeing as you never had someone to share that moment with, you also wondered what it’d be like to be in someone else’s arms like that. Would you feel as if the world around you didn’t exist? Or would you feel self-conscious and too aware of the imaginary judging?

You took another sip of your punch, wondering if maybe you should have spiked your own drink with vodka.

You turned your back to the party and were about to get another drink when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You didn’t expect to be face to face with Cedric Diggory, the captain of your house’s Quidditch team who also happened to be the most popular boy in school, at least from what you heard. For some reason he decided to dress up as a vampire. At least that’s what you assumed. Not that you were complaining. You adored reading stories about vampires and other supernatural creatures.

You didn’t know what to say to Cedric, not that you ever do. You remembered how he’d smile and wave at you in the corridors or say hello in between classes. There were also those times where he could have chosen any of the numerous vacant seats to study at in the library, but for some reason he’d always ask if the seat next to yours was taken, and instead of responding to him in words, you’d only manage to shake your head.

And now, here he was, with his hand reaching out towards you, calling your name. “Would you like to dance with me?”

He was smiling confidently, like someone who knew they reached their goal or was about to reach their goal.

You decided you didn’t care about distracting yourself with your drink anymore, so you ditched it for better company.

You took Cedric’s hand and watched as it engulfed yours. You tried not to trip in your heels as he led you to where the other people were dancing.

You didn’t think your heartbeat would ever calm down as he placed his hands on your waist and smiled at you in a way that always made you get butterflies in your stomach. With those same butterflies continuing to flutter, you took a deep breath as you reached your hands up onto his shoulders.

He must have sensed your unsureness, as he was the one to take the lead, guiding you slowly through the music with small steps.

You felt your cheeks burn the deepest shade of red. This was the closest you had ever been to Cedric. You could have sworn his eyes kept going down to your lips as he subtly licked his own bottom lip. You wondered just what he could be thinking.

You hadn’t noticed that the song had ended until you heard his voice. “You’re the prettiest girl here.” He said, as he stroked his thumb across your cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You didn’t know a gesture so small could have such a big effect on you, making your heart skip a beat and melt at the same time.

“You’re always the prettiest girl everywhere you are.” He continued. You couldn’t believe he said that about you. You heard other students and even the teachers around the school talk about how amazing Cedric is, and you didn’t think in a million years he’d spare the time in his day to pay attention to you.

“Really? You think I’m pretty?” Those were the most words you’d ever spoken to him in one sentence.

“Yeah, most of the guys think so too. I didn’t think you noticed. Guess I was right.” You felt your cheeks flush as a not so subtle smirk made its way onto Cedric’s face.

You let the conversation die down as the next song came on. You almost gasped as you felt Cedric lightly digging his thumbs into your hips, rubbing them in circles as he pulled you against his chest, right where you could feel and hear his heartbeat against your cheek.

Letting one of his hands go from your hip, he switched to running his fingers through your hair, an action you quickly found to be comforting.

When the song ended, he held you at arm’s length, and you were once again reminded of how small you were compared to him both in physical size and notoriety. Since you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes, you were at eye-level with chest.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked as he put his fingers under your jaw and lifted your gaze to his eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort. His deep husky voice made your heart melt as well as the unexpected request.

You nodded, and you both leaned into each other. When his lips touched yours, you felt an electrifying sensation spread throughout your entire body.

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NSFW 18+ only!

Paring: Student!James Potter x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: smut, sexual content, oral sex, sex dreams, extremely filthy, small age gap (James is 18, reader’s age is early twenties,) teacher/student relationship

Summary: Your student James Potter doesn’t seem to be able to concentrate in class and you want to know why.

WC: 1.7k

A/N: Hello, I just want to say I don’t support student/teacher relationships in real life and this is just fictional, but this was interesting to write!

James can’t concentrate in class today even though he knows the material that’s being covered in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He usually prides himself to be one of the best in the subject. It’s been that way in the past. It wasn’t like being cocky was his entire personality because James made sure to study as much as possible during his free time. After all, who doesn’t want to impress their favorite teacher? Especially if the teacher happens to be a young and pretty woman.

He can’t ignore the twitch under his trousers everytime you look in his direction or turn around, the natural swaying of your hips emphasized by the way your skirt hugs your body. He was never one to think these thoughts in class about anyone. Until you started teaching in his last year of school.

Even though you weren’t much older than him, James barely remembers you from your time as a student other than that you didn’t have much in common with him other than being in the same house.

At first James didn’t know he had it in him to fantasize about doing such lewd things with you while you were right next to him. The first time you called him out in front of the whole class for not paying attention, his face went bright red while his friends laughed at him. Then it kept happening again and again. At this point he’s almost too afraid to find out whether you’re skilled at Legilimency.

James mentally plans out what he’ll do about his failing grades as he sees the other students pack up their things, and he hastily follows their actions.

Once he sees the last students other than himself close the door behind them, he swallows a thick lump in his throat as he takes slow steps towards where you are standing in front of your desk with your back to him, too busy arranging papers.

As quickly as James comes to a stop behind you, you turn around gasping with a hand to your chest.

“Sorry, Professor.” James tries to sound as sincere as he can. “I apologize for startling you.”

“That’s alright, Jamie.” Your voice comes out sounding as soft as your lips look, and he is alarmed at how his trousers suddenly feel tight around the crotch area as you shorten his name. Please, please don’t look down. He silently prays, as he regrets not wearing his robes over his uniform to help hide what he didn’t want you to see.

“What can I do for you?” You ask.

It takes a bit too long for him to answer even though he knows what he wants to say. “I… was wondering i-if you have a moment to talk about my grades?” Why was that so difficult to get out? And why is he always stammering like a damn fool everytime he has to talk to you?

“Of course. Why don’t you take a seat?” You give him that same familiar smile that he spends many nights thinking about as he gives into his filthy thoughts about you after his friends had long gone to sleep in their shared room.

Being as hypnotized as he always is by the sound of your voice, he does exactly as you say, and takes another gulp of air as he sees you sit right on top of the desk crossing your legs, your ass right next to where his hands are folded.

James doesn’t know what else to do other than to look up at you, being reminded of your position of authority over him. He lets his eyes trail from head to toe, starting with the neat bun on top of your head accented by the short strands of hair framing your face, to your glasses which emphasizes your eyeliner, before his eyes dip down to your white, form fitting blouse that if he squints long enough he’s convinced he can see the outline of your bra. He can’t help but to admire how you’re wearing all black on your lower body, your skirt already riding up, letting him see your thighs that were covered with black nylons, making the silhouette of your legs look sleek and elegant along with the matching heels which you casually let dangle off one of your feet.

“I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been distracted today, Jamie.” You say, leaning back on one hand while resting your other hand on your thigh. From an outsider's perspective, it looks like you’re trying to seduce him, and he’s almost convinced that’s what you’re doing. “I’m glad you came to me for help. I know you’re one of the best students in your year, and as your teacher I wouldn’t want you to fail this class. Especially because it’s your last year.” You say in that soft tone that makes him feel dizzy, and his breathing comes out shallow.

“What’s wrong Jamie?” You scrunch up your eyebrows in a way that looks innocent, but James knows better than to think you don’t know the effect you have on him.

“I’m sorry I got distracted. I’m sorry I’ve disappointed you.” James looks down as soon as his cheeks redden.

“Be honest, Jamie.” You take your hand that’s resting on your leg and gently place it on his chest, right where he feels his breath being sucked out as his heart beats faster than ever. “Am I the reason you get distracted in class?” You lean forward even more as you wait for him to answer. In the meantime, your eyes don’t leave his as you trail your hand from his chest to his shoulder before rubbing circles over the tense muscles.

“I… Yes?” James breathes out, almost grunting. He doesn’t even know what he’s saying or agreeing to just that you’re so close to him and touching him so lightly yet making him feel so much.

“I thought so.” You smirk as you bite your lip and bat your eyelashes at him. “Are you gonna be a good boy for me?”

Yes, he is. Because James wants nothing more than for you to praise him and keep calling him a good boy as he gets high from the scent of your perfume and the feel of your hands on him.

You don’t say anything as you let go of his shoulder and stand up. You then hold your hand out for him to take, which he does. Even with your high heels he’s still taller than you, so you have to balance on your toes as you place both hands on his shoulders this time.

You look up at him as you place a gentle kiss on his lips. He moans deeper into the kiss as you move your lips in sync with his before letting go.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” You ask him. He shakes his head. “Did you like it?” He nods thinking of how dumb he must look.

“I can give you more. Don’t you want me to make you feel good, Jamie?” Fuck. He doesn’t know how many times you can call him that until he feels like cumming just from you talking to him. He lets out what must be the millionth shaky breath as he feels your delicate fingers slide from his shoulders to somewhere dangerously close to the spot that’s evident of his desire for you.

Your eyes look down to where the tent in his trousers are before going up to his flushed face and giving him a smirk.

“What do you want, Jamie?” You ask him. “You want me to fuck you with my mouth that you can’t stop staring at?” He’s so shocked at hearing you use a swear word in front of him for the first time that he can’t move any of his body parts besides his neck which he uses to nod.

“Ugh, you’re so hard and ready.” You sigh as you get down on your knees and unbuckle his belt. Your hand gives his cock a once over before taking it out of the confines of his boxers.

“Be a good boy and stay still.” You tell him as you wrap your small hand around his length and stroke the tip with your thumb.

As if it couldn’t get any better, James looks down and sees your soft lips bobbing up and down on his hard cock, and he almost loses it. He doesn’t know if he’s losing his sanity or his ability to talk, maybe both. He knows he wants to cum so badly, and he can’t get enough of you.

With every breath James takes, he can feel himself get even more dizzy until he almost can’t take it anymore.

“James, James. Come on, wake up. Class is over.” Your hand gently shakes his shoulder.

James groggily opens his eyes as he lifts his head up to the sound of your voice. “Wh-What’s going on?” He rubs his eyes under his glasses.

“You fell asleep while everyone else was doing their writing assignment. Everyone else is gone and I’ve been trying to wake you up for a minute.” You tell him. From the lack of ink on his paper, you can tell he didn’t even start it at all before dozing off.

“Are you alright?” You ask him, genuinely concerned for his well-being.

You can tell he really is an intelligent person, but his head always seems to be somewhere else when he’s around you. You don’t know what it is about him that makes him act the way he does in your class when you’ve only heard the other teachers rave about him being one of the best students.

“How about you stay with me for a bit before you go to lunch? You can tell me what’s going on. And help me grade papers for extra credit. It seems like you had a nice dream, though.” It may be very subtle, but you catch the way James widens his eyes and tenses his jaw, like he’s scared of you finding out something. You don’t know what the big deal seems to be. You’ve made it clear that you’re not one to judge, you just want for him to open up to you, let him know you’re here for him.

“Sure.” James scratches the back of his head as you give him a smile.

You’re very curious as to what’s going on with him, and you’re determined to find out.

I'm going through a edric obsession rn and I read your other story. It was really good and well written, but I'm nothing like the reader in it, so I couldn't relate to it 🥲.

New girl

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Cedric Diggory x Muggle!reader

Summary: Cedric notices a new girl in town.

Hi sorry this is so late I started this story shortly after receiving the request in my inbox but then I kept having to rewrite and re-edit every time because I wasn’t happy with how my story was turning out, but I’m finally done!

I thought it’d be interesting to write a fanfic about Cedric with a Muggle!reader since I’ve never read any before

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral sex, nipple play, pet names, shy!reader, might contain typos, p in v sex, all characters are of age, 18+ only!

After telling his parents his plans for the day, Cedric headed out to the same familiar coffee shop in town he’d gone to since before he could remember. He expected nothing but the same tables, chairs, customers, and workers when he walked into the cafe. What he wasn’t expecting was a new employee, you.

He could see you wiping the counter, too focused on your task to notice him until he said hello. You let out a gasp. Apparently, you were one to get startled easily. You had on a black Henley top paired with matching black leggings, and your hair was in a bun that was as big as the cinnamon rolls in the pastry case with some hair left framing your blushing face.

“H-Hi, how can I help you?” Cedric thought that little tremble in your voice complemented so well with this adorable shyness you were displaying.

“I’ll take a latte and a slice of peach pie. For here.” He said, sounding cool and confident.

After you rang up his order, he took a seat not far from the counter. It was a small cafe, with enough room for only about five tables to be lined up. With there being no other customers inside, he was able to savor the silence that was occasionally broken by the sounds you made with your footsteps as you worked behind the counter.

As you brought out his food and drink, you gave him what looked to be a half smile, but it wasn’t a type of rude or lazy half-smile. It was more of a customer service smile that you weren’t trying to overdo.

“Here you go sir,” you set the plate and cup down, careful not to mess up the heart that was crafted onto the latte. Cedric thought that you did a lovely job on it, and he wanted to let you know.

“Thank you. It’s a lovely heart by the way.” He smiled.

“Oh, I’ve only just started working here a few weeks ago.” You fidgeted with your sleeves and the hem of your little apron around your waist.

“You must be new in town.” He guessed, more like stated.

“How did you know?”

“I’ve lived here my whole life. I don’t meet new people everyday.” He said. “My name’s Cedric, what’s yours?”

As quickly as you looked into his eyes and told him your name, your eyes went back to where they were looking at originally.

“Thanks again,” He tried making eye contact with you to ease you up, but it apparently had the opposite effect as you kept looking down and nodded before retreating to the counter.

Cedric was used to girls at school throwing themselves at him and following him around like a lost puppy. Now it was his turn to be the lost puppy.

Cedric told himself that he wasn’t technically stalking you since he liked to go to that particular cafe since before you started working there. It was his little routine during the summer holidays for him to sometimes walk over there and get breakfast. It also happened that he noticed that you were there almost every weekday for the opening shift.

It caught him by surprise when he was taking a late afternoon walk around town and he saw you coming out of the cafe after it was scheduled to close. You huffed as your purse fell from your shoulder. Before you could bend down to pick it up, Cedric had it in his hand, ready to hand it over to you.

“Thank you.” You said as your eyes met his. “It’s Cedric, right?”

“Yeah, you remembered my name.” He let the corners of his eyes crinkle in its own way of smiling. “You just got done closing?” He asked, pointing to the sign that said “closed” just because he loved to awkwardly point out the obvious in front of a pretty girl.

“I had to cover for someone today. Normally, I work the opening shift.” You were still holding onto that habit of occasionally looking down while in his presence.

“I see.” He nodded. He had to come up with another question to keep you talking. “How do you like it here?”

“It’s nice and quiet. Although I’ve seen some strange families around here.” Strange families? He knew exactly which strange families you were referring to because he was a part of one of them.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with people who are different. They’re what makes this town unique.” You said quickly, as if you were worried you insulted his hometown.

“Yeah, I pretty much grew up with this entire town, I know what you mean.” Cedric said. He then reminded himself that he got so distracted by talking to you that he forgot that you had to get home. “Sorry if I’m holding you up. It was nice talking to you. I’m sure you have to get home.”

“It’s okay. I was actually going to the park.”

“Me too.” No he wasn’t. “Maybe we can go there together?”

“Really? I wouldn’t want to impose.” You looked down at your worn out shoes.

On the short walk to the park, you and Cedric talked and got to know each other. He told you all about his life except for the part about him being a wizard and how he used to attend a magical boarding school while you told him about how you and your parents moved here from a big city after you had finished school.

As the first sign of sundown became visible, you and Cedric said your goodbyes to each other, but before you could leave, he asked you, “Would you like to go out with me sometime this week? Like on a date?” He assumed from your conversation with him that you had no current boyfriend, so the chances of you saying yes were increased. Unless, he was wrong and some other guy had asked you out already which he would feel down about if it were true.

“Are you sure you want to go out with me?” You started fidgeting with your sleeves, blushing.

“Absolutely.” He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, making you look up at him. He wanted to melt as soon as you made eye contact with him, showing the sparkle in your eyes.

“What time do you get off work?” Cedric asked.

“At one.” You said.

“Perfect. I’ll meet you there tomorrow.” He cupped your cheek in his large hand and placed a light kiss there.

As he was laying in bed, Cedric looked out at the dark ceiling above him. The last thing he remembered before closing his eyes was that he was thinking about your beautiful smile and how couldn’t wait to see it again.

A couple months had passed in his new relationship and Cedric dreaded having to be subjected to his parents’ questioning about how he was going to tell you he was a wizard, or if he’d already told you which was why he didn’t bother telling them he was seeing someone. He knew when the time was right, he’d tell you everything you needed to know about him. You had given him no reason to feel as if you’d judge him no matter what. He was lucky you weren’t one of those nosey girls to pester him about meeting his family or ask of any secrets he might be hiding.

The day did come when he felt ready to tell his parents that he was seeing a Muggle. Of course they knew he was seeing someone. It’s a parent’s job to know everything about their kids, so it was inevitable that they’d want to meet you.

It was on one of your days off that Cedric invited you to lunch in his home with his parents.

He had warned you his parents were a bit unusual themselves, but you assured him not to worry. What he didn’t tell you was that they were the way they were because they were wizards who weren’t very knowledgeable about Muggles.

As soon as you hopped off your bike in front of Cedric’s house, you noticed the lack of cars in the driveway, something you weren’t used to seeing in front of other homes, but you brushed it off.

You were happy meeting his parents was without a hitch. Mr. and Mrs. Diggory told you what a delight you were to have around as well as saying you seemed like the right girl for Cedric.

After his parents left to go attend to magical business (not that you needed to know what it was) Cedric was alone with you in his bedroom.

“What’s this, Cedric?” You asked as you pointed to a Mooncalf plushie he forgot to hide in his closet. His eyes widened even more than the plushie’s as realization sunk into him.

“It’s… just something I drew as a kid and my parents made it into a toy.” He came up with that excuse.

“It’s so adorable! I love how big its eyes are! Can I hold it please?” You begged. He didn’t see any harm in it. It wasn’t like you stumbled upon the real thing.

Once he nodded in approval, your smile widened as you grabbed the toy off the bookshelf and wrapped your arms around it.

“Aww, I wish this was a real animal, don’t you?” Cedric thought you looked adorable when you were mesmerized like you were at that moment.

Of course they’re real. They’re magical creatures called Mooncalves. He wanted to tell you.

“But you’re real. And way cuter than that thing.” He took the plushie out of your hands as he placed it back into its proper place before stepping forward and encircling his hands around your waist. You blushed at the close proximity of your faces before the both of you felt your lips being pulled to each other’s.

As you continued making out with Cedric, you started to feel a dull ache between your thighs that only got stronger.

It was only when he heard a soft moan come out of your mouth that he pulled away and looked at your flushed face.

“Do you want to take this further?” He asked, searching all over your face for any sign of discomfort. It wasn’t that you were uncomfortable, you were shy and unsure of how to proceed with what was going on, but you still felt like you could trust Cedric.

After giving him consent by nodding your head, he led you to his bed where your back hit the soft mattress. A tiny whimper escaped you as you felt what you assumed was his erection bumping against your clit through the thin cotton of your shorts, sending a powerful, tingling sensation throughout your body.

“Does that feel good, Sweetheart?” Cedric’s deep voice brought you back from your pleasure-induced mini-trance. “I can give you more.”

“O-Okay.” Your response came out as a choked out whisper. Cedric was a patient person. He took his time admiring how sweet you looked as he slid each piece of clothing off your body until he unhooked your bra, which made you instinctively cover yourself.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, please.” His voice sounded like a gentle plea as he pried your arms off your chest. “You’re beautiful. I want to give them the love they deserve.” He cupped his large hand around one of your breasts, giving it a light squeeze.

You let your eyelids close as he continued massaging both of your breasts, giving them equal attention until you felt something warm and wet around one of your hardened nipples. The sensation of your nipple being sucked on felt too good for you to keep quiet.

The sweet little noises coming out of your pretty mouth did nothing to soothe the painful erection restricted in Cedric’s clothes. He needed more, and he could sense you did too.

With a plop, his mouth left your nipple, and you opened your eyes, a noise between a breathless sigh and a moan leaving you.

“How about I take off my clothes? Would that make you feel better?” Cedric asked as he ran the back of his pointer finger over your heated cheek. You nodded.

How could he say no to your cute face with your lips pouted looking like you were ready to suck on his cock?

You watched him like he was the most exciting thing in the world as he stripped off his T-shirt and jeans, revealing his muscles. He gave you a brief smile before hooking his fingers beneath the band of his underwear and pulling them down.

You couldn’t stop yourself from gasping, your eyes going wider than they’d ever been, making Cedric smirk at the effect he had on you.

He intertwined his fingers through your hair as he used his other hand to guide your face upwards until you were in a kneeling position with his dick in front of your face, less than an inch away from your lips.

“Come on, Sweetheart, let me see those pretty lips suck me off.” You let another soft gasp escape you as he put his thumb on your bottom lip slowly prying your mouth open.

He couldn’t comprehend how he so badly wanted to just lose it right there and shove his dick straight into your warm mouth and feel your throat closing and gagging around him. That wasn’t going to happen now because he reminded himself that he had to be patient with you and let you adjust and get comfortable, something he was also willing to do, reveling in your innocence and shyness.

“That’s it, good girl.” He praised you as you reached out with your tongue to lick the tip before wrapping your lips around it completely. “Just like that. You can go deeper if you’re ready.”

The feeling of having a cock inside your mouth was completely new to you, but it wasn’t unpleasant. You took a few experimental licks before deciding you enjoyed how the round tip felt on your tongue. You were curious and excited to find out how the rest of him would feel, so you wasted no time in running your tongue along the entire length, eliciting a deep groan from him.

“Was that good?” Your voice squeaked out, the loud plop of your lips disconnecting from him bringing him out of his thoughts.

“It was perfect.” Even though he didn’t get to cum, Cedric told himself it was okay. Maybe next time. He had already made up his mind about wanting to do this with you again.

“Why don’t I take a turn and make you feel good this time?” He ran his fingers through your hair before letting them trail along your neck before pushing you back towards the pillow you previously propped up against.

“I can take these off.” His thumb circled along the front of your panties before feeling your clit through the cotton. “I really want to see all of you.”

You were quickly starting to get dizzy from the pleasure of having Cedric rubbing the swollen, aching nub between your legs. The only thing on your mind at that moment was how good it felt to have that soft pressure on that sensitive area.

Cedric couldn’t get enough of staring at the blissed out expression on your face. He knew he was experienced enough with his fingers to be able to make you cum just from that if he wanted to.

Instead, he pulled his fingers away just before tugging your panties down, letting the delicate material glide along your soft thighs before tossing them in the same pile as your other clothes.

Before you could think about closing your legs, Cedric grabbed one of your ankles and maneuvered it so that his torso was between your thighs.

One look was all it took to know your pussy was already wet and eager for him to insert something into it. He could start small with one finger and add more until he stretched you out good enough before you were ready.

“How does this feel?” He asked you as he inserted his pointer finger into your hole.

“I want more… please?” It took him by surprise to hear how needy, but small your voice sounded, but he was more than eager and willing to fulfill your wants, so he added a second finger and curled it upwards.

That was when your eyes widened and your mouth started to twitch around a high-pitched whimper.

“Right there! Please!” You pleaded for him to give you more of that pleasurable sensation with his fingers, but unfortunately he pulled away, making you gasp at the new emptiness.

“Is this all for me?” Cedric asked as he brought his fingers to your face. Your wet and sticky juices coated them, its shine and gloss thick, making his fingers almost look like a sweet treat. It might as well have been just that for Cedric, having popped them into his mouth. You watched in awe as he licked off every drop of your arousal from his fingers without breaking eye contact with you.

“Darling, I think it’s time both of us give each other pleasure.” He smiled at you as he leaned forward, using one arm to prop himself up as he nudged the tip of his hard cock against your folds.

“Don’t you agree?” His deep voice whispered through your ear, making you melt as you lazily nodded along.

Holding onto the soft flesh of your hips, Cedric sheathed himself inside of you.

“Oh bloody hell, you feel so good.” He grunted as he felt your walls squeezing around him. “You’re doing so well.”

With his encouragement, you were prompted to become more responsive as you started to pant and moan louder with each thrust that became quicker. That was when you felt a pressure inside you start to build up.

To make that pressure even more intense, Cedric started rubbing your clit in circles. Your body was so close to convulsing around his dick at this point. It couldn’t have been more than ten seconds that you had shut your eyes as the pleasure overtook your entire body, and you saw stars behind your eyelids.

“Oh my God… Cedric!” You gasped. “I just finished…” You ended the sentence with a whisper.

“I’m almost there too, Angel.” He said to you with that same hushed tone as he continued to thrust into you with the same deep but measured pace as before until he gripped the pillow next to your head. A loud grunt left his throat as he bit his lip.

As if he had momentarily lost control of himself and regained it, he slipped out of you before he stroked himself one last time.

You looked down at your breasts and stomach where he had spilled himself and then up above you where he was catching his breath.

He let his head hang low above your shoulder, while your fingers glided over his back once. He returned the action except this time his agile fingers started at your cheek then your neck and shoulder before ending at the curve of your waist. He continued this a handful of times, seeing as how it seemed to soothe you, compelling your eyelids to shut slowly.

When a couple of minutes had passed without a peep from you and Cedric was absolutely sure you were asleep, he dug his wand out from his bedside drawer before casting a spell, cleaning the both of you up before tucking you under the blanket and joining you with his arm around you.

Remus Lupin x teacher!reader

Sorry I couldn’t come up with a better title. Also there’s straight up BDSM in this, so don’t read if you’re a minor I guess.

Summary: you get a job as a teacher where you see your old teacher crush, Remus Lupin, and you couldn’t be any happier. He, however notices how much you’ve changed.

Warnings: smut, 18+ only, nsfw, age gap, awkward sexual tension, mutual pining, teacher crush, dacryphilia kink, bdsm elements, dom/sub, teasing

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The first day of school was just so (not) wonderful for Remus Lupin. He’d give anything to be able to shut himself in his classroom and not have to supervise the cafeteria during lunch.

He awkwardly shifted his weight on both legs as he scanned the room to make sure none of the students misbehaved. Instead of misbehaving students, his eyes landed on you next to a table nearby, having a conversation with the younger kids. You were kneeling down to their level, probably oblivious to how your ass was sticking out in that tight pencil skirt.

Stop it! She’s your former student! He told himself that even though you were an adult, it was still inappropriate for him to have these thoughts about you, but another part of him wouldn’t listen.

Before he transferred to working with the primary school kids, the last time he’d seen you was the year you graduated before going to university.

From what he could remember about you, you were kind of a brat. More than any student, he’d constantly go on about rules you broke whether it was sitting on top of desks (or his desk specifically,) not wearing your uniform properly, not calling him by his last name, and you even threw paper planes at him!

Remus didn’t fail to notice how much you changed after all those years. He couldn’t believe he recognized you. He could see the makeup you wore enhancing your features, and those glasses you liked to ditch were now complimenting your face shape. Instead of your long hair messily hanging past your shoulders, you had it up in a neat high bun, making you look like a sophisticated young woman. He also noticed under your skirt and blouse that you put on a little weight, filling out some curves on your body.

He hoped you did not just catch him involuntarily looking at you as you smiled and waved at him.

“Hi Remus.” Your heels clicked behind you on the polished floor as you walked over to where he was. He cringed at the sound of your voice using his first name. Oh great. You never used to smile at him unless you were in on a prank.

“I didn’t know you taught at this school.” You were standing so close to him that he was able to hear you clearly over the noise of students chattering.

“I transferred after you graduated.” He stated, not returning your smile. He turned towards the students, so that he wouldn’t have to face you.

“What year do you teach?” You asked.

“I teach the youngest students.” He answered. He hoped you’d go away soon so that he could go back to moping in his own thoughts.

“So do I!” You replied a little too happily for his liking. He grimaced at the feeling in his stomach as his eyes met yours. He did not want to think about how they went to your lips which now had lip balm on them instead of them being chapped, along with the perfume you started wearing.

He also wished that what he suspected wasn’t true, that you weren’t supervising lunchtime with him. “What are you doing here?” He asked just to confirm it.

“I’m on lunch duty with you. I feel so much more at ease knowing that I’m coworkers with my old teacher.” You said.

His heart dropped out of his chest.

For the rest of lunch, he spent his time standing in the corner staring off or staying close to the kids, so that it looked like he was busy talking to them and not trying to ignore you (he was.)

Your heart on the other hand, leapt out of your chest as your eyes landed on Mr. Lupin, or Remus as you started calling him. You had the biggest crush on him for years ever since he became your teacher. It’s not like you tried denying your inappropriate attraction towards him by acting out and misbehaving when he was around you in what you now realized was an immature way to get his attention.

You knew you’d gone too far with your antics, so you thought you could redeem yourself in his eyes by starting to act cordial with him on your first day teaching.

You understood that your crush on your former teacher turned coworker definitely didn’t go away as you felt a dull ache and a warm spot forming in your panties.

You were an adult now, it wasn’t technically illegal to flirt with older men, but it was obviously unprofessional for you to flirt with another teacher that used to teach you, and one who was much older than you.

You had known Remus for years. You weren’t clueless. You saw the way his eyes struggled to keep themselves from wandering all over your body. After years of crushing on him, it was exciting for you to see him try to hide his growing attraction towards you as an adult.

After saying goodbye to your students for the day, you went over what you’d say to Remus in your head. You wanted to sincerely apologize to him for all that you put him through in addition to proposing a new start with him, this time as coworkers not student and teacher.

It wasn’t hard for you to find his classroom since it was next to yours and it had “Mr. Lupin Room 3C” written on a card taped to the door.

It didn’t take long for a gruff voice to reply with “come in” muffled by the wood after you knocked on it.

As you opened the door, the familiar feelings of your literal school-girl crush fluttered in your chest.

“What are you doing here?” He didn’t sound angry, just tired.

“I-” your words got stuck in your throat as he looked up from where he sat hunched down behind his desk. He certainly looked older than the last time you saw him before finishing school, but he was no less handsome in your eyes in that brown suit he used to wear when you were his student. Suddenly, you felt like the same immature student again, being asked to explain yourself as you nervously played with the hem of your sleeves.

“I just wanted to say hello.” You tried speaking again.

“You already have. During lunchtime.” You saw him grinding his jaw as his eyes raked over your body. He cleared his throat before standing up to grab his satchel and walk to the door, where you happened to be.

“Okay, I just wanted to say I’m sorry, then.” Your breath hitched in your throat as you realized how close he was standing in front of you. It seemed that you weren’t the only one either. He brushed his fingers through his brown hair, making you wish you could brush your fingers through them instead.

“For what?” He asked bemusedly.

“For being so annoying and giving you a hard time in school. I thought maybe we could start over?” You said hurriedly, blushing and looking at your high heels which were almost touching his loafers.

You bit your lip as you gazed into his eyes, hopeful he’d take up in your proposal. He looked down at your hand which you extended, as if considering the possibility.

“Nice try.” Your mouth hung open at his blank words and you didn’t know what to say.

“Excuse me?” Your hopes for starting a professional and cordial relationship with him were now ruined.

“Apologies are more than just words. You of all people should know that since I was the one who taught you that. Goodbye.” You gave him the same dirty look you used to give him as he turned his back towards you, leaving you alone in his classroom.

That was the first of your interactions with him in that school year. Being two teachers who taught students of the same year, you were often assigned together for most school related activities like yard duty, supervising lunch, and the field trips… you couldn’t stop the dull aching heat between your thighs as you both would have to sit on the same bench on the bus rides.

It was even worse when you were fidgeting in your seat one time, when all the sudden, the bus ran over a huge bump causing you to tumble on top of Remus with his knee under your skirt, between your legs. You had grasped onto his shoulders for stability and he had grabbed your waist when his eyes had widened as he realized where his knee had touched you. You were too frozen to where you couldn’t stop staring at his lips that were close enough to yours that if you leaned in a millimeter more, you’d kiss him.

“Sorry.” You let out an exhale which was interrupted as you realized how good your pussy felt when you rubbed it against his thigh in an attempt to get off of him.

You were thankful that your students were young and innocent enough not to suspect anything, not to jump to conclusions if they saw you in your compromising position.

For the rest of the bus ride, you tried not to think about how your new coworker had accidentally turned you on.

It wasn’t like Remus would ever try to deny your flirting. You knew this because he never actively pushed you away. Every time you’d pass by him, you’d give his shoulder or arm a little brush where you’d catch his hungry gaze on you.

You were alone in the teachers’ lounge, the rest of the staff having gone home already.

Even in heels, you still weren’t tall enough to reach for the folders that were on the top shelf, so you did what anybody would do and positioned yourself on the table so that your knees would hold your weight up.

A shiver went up your spine as you felt a presence behind you.

“Need help?” Remus’ husky voice made its way to your ear.

You were glad your back was turned to him so that he couldn’t see how red your cheeks had gotten. You were also glad that he didn’t wait for you to answer him as he reached above your head, making his weight shift onto your ass where you could’ve sworn you felt a bulge.

“That wasn’t so bad was it?” You could’ve sworn he was smirking behind you as he set the empty folders next to you.

You turned around, hoping that he’d backed up to give you enough space to get off, but what you didn’t expect was for his hands to be on your waist, blocking you.

“What do you say?” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“Thank you.” You put your hand on his shoulder to use as leverage to get yourself down from the table.

“Wow. Seems you aren’t such a brat anymore.” He laughed.

“What does that supposed to mean?” You thought you had grown past your immature teenage self, but apparently you had let Remus get under your skin with his backhanded compliment.

“There she is.” He scoffed. “With that same fucking attitude that did no good. You’re not so high and mighty now just because you’re a teacher.”

You didn’t know if your face was red from anger, embarrassment, or something else.

“Don’t act like I haven’t been nice to you.” You countered back heatedly.

“Too nice.” His voice had gotten lower.

“Anyways,” you tried to ignore the tingling feeling in your stomach that erupted as you saw him gazing at your lips with the lack of distance between you. “I actually tried showing you how much I changed.”

He scoffed again.

“By being nice? You know flirting won’t get you anywhere.”

You realized he just admitted to you straight up that he caught onto your flirting.

“Don’t act as if you haven’t changed the way you used to look at me. I saw you checking me out on the first day of school.” This was your way of probing at him.

“What?! I-”

“It’s okay to stare. I know because I used to do it to you… Not that I stopped.” You purred, running your fingers lightly along his firm chest.

Remus grunted at the pleasurable sensation. You were driving him crazy, and not like how you used to when you were his student. Speaking of which, he kept reminding himself that what he was letting you do to him was unprofessional and inappropriate, but on the other hand, he didn’t want to stop you.

“I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to fuck the hot teacher.” Your lips were so almost touching his earlobe.

“Stop it.” He grabbed your wrists.

“Or else what? How are you gonna punish me?” You licked your lips. “Except you can’t. Because I’m the teacher.”

He realized you had a point as he let go of your wrists.

“How about this? It’s getting late, so I’ll order some food for us.” You suggested. Please say yes. You wished Remus could read your mind.

“You don’t have to do that for me.” He waved you off as he moved to grab his cardigan off the chair.

“Please. It’s the least I could do for you.” Remus felt a sliver of guilt at rejecting your proposal as you looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. “And… I want to.”

After Remus had reluctantly taken up on your offer, you had ordered take out on your phone. By the time the food arrived, you were still fighting over who was going to pay. You insisted you pay because it was your idea and you wanted to do him a favor while he didn’t really have a counterargument other than he really wanted to pay. This led to him shoving cash into the driver’s hands and shutting the door before you had a chance to do anything.

“You did all that with your hands?” You rolled your eyes and laughed while nervously twirling a strand of hair around your finger.

“I can do other things with my hands too.”

Remus was unaware of how suggestive what he said was until you looked from his eyes to his crotch while licking your lips.

“I’d love to know what other things.” You said, making Remus swallow loudly at how low and seductive your voice sounded.

You both ate across the table from each other in an awkward silence, each of you mentally coming up with topics to discuss preferably away from whatever it is you were talking about earlier. Remus needed to find a way to cool down from the sexual tension from earlier.

“How was your life after you graduated?” Remus was the first to talk.

“It was a bit boring really. All I did was study in university, and didn't really go out much.” You said before shoving an entire dumpling in your mouth with your chopsticks. Remus couldn’t control the corner of his mouth as it turned upwards. You looked silly, like a cartoon chipmunk.

“How have you been?” You asked once you had swallowed your food.

“Alright.” He shrugged.

“Really? There’s got to be more. Haven’t you gone on any dates?” Remus’ eyes widened at your inquiries of his relationship status as he felt the tip of your shoes dipping under the hem of his trouser leg.

“No, actually.” He was able to compose himself enough to draw out a steady response as he tried to ignore how much his dick was starting to ache and the fact that he noticed you had taken off your shoe making him feel the soft nylon covering your foot gliding upward.

“That’s a shame. Any woman would be lucky to have you.”

And I want that woman to be me, you thought.

While you enjoyed this little game you were playing with Remus, you didn’t like that it usually led to nowhere. You knew he wanted you as much as you wanted him. It was that obvious. You knew you were terrible at hiding your feelings for someone whenever you had a crush, but this time, with Remus you didn’t care. He wasn’t your teacher anymore, you were both adults, and you were equals. Something sparked within you every time you saw him get flustered around you. You wanted to keep that spark going. Even if it was a boring day where all the students had the day off for professional development day, leaving the school campus occupied by no one but the staff.

In addition to the staff meeting being extremely long, you could tell it was going to be extremely boring even though this was only your first year of teaching at the school.

You cursed yourself for waking up an hour later than you intended to, leaving you barely enough time to do anything other than throw on your clothes. You couldn’t prepare any breakfast for yourself or stop by a cafe, so you were left with lazily braiding your hair on the bus ride while mentally coming up with how you would apologize to everyone.

Clutching your book bag against the side of your body, you swung the door open to the staff room. Multiple eyes met yours, some glaring, others just blank, as if they were expecting you to be the type of young teacher to slack off.

“I’m so sorry I’m late!” You apologized awkwardly as you tucked some hair behind your ear, being afraid to face the older staff whom you thought would silently berate you on your tardiness with their scowls.

“Nothing to worry about.” Your boss, Dumbledore was standing in front of the table with his hands folded in front of him. “Remus was kind enough to save a seat for you.”

True to his word, Remus was sitting next to an empty seat. He was looking at you with a smirk like it was meant only for you to see. You gave him a small nod in acknowledgment as you smoothed out your skirt underneath you and sat down on the chair.

You exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding as the meeting resumed. You reached into your book bag and took out your notepad before absentmindedly scribbling down whatever came up that you thought would be important enough for later.

You had no idea how long you’d been writing for when you suddenly became aware of the large hand that was on your knee. You looked to your right, expecting Remus to be glancing at you, but he looked just as bored as half of the people in the room did, looking straight ahead. You had to look down again to make sure it was really the same hand that was connected to his body.

You squeezed your legs together in an attempt to sooth that dull ache that got stronger each time Remus decided to move his hand just a tad higher until you sucked in a breath as you saw it disappear under your skirt. Remus on the other hand looked unfazed as he used his impressive strength to push your legs apart with one hand. It’s not like you were resisting as he rubbed circles along the exposed skin.

You bit your lip as you felt the tip of his calloused finger trace along the lace edge of your panties. You started to squirm in the damp spot that was forming dangerously close to where his fingers were.

It was as if in that moment, every other person in the room beside you and Remus were pushed to the back of your mind. You were still aware of their presence, it’s just that you didn’t care. You still had enough self awareness to try and keep the expression on your face neutral no matter how badly you wanted to scream as you felt the blunt end of Remus’ fingernail teasing the swollen nub above the dampness of the cotton. That overwhelmingly pleasurable sensation he was imposing on you felt so wrong in a place like this and so good. Your mind was in that zone between wanting him to stop and wanting him to keep going. You wondered how the small movements of his fingers could be so precise and so impactful at the same time.

You could feel the pleasure escalating directly onto your clit as you held your breath, desperately hoping no one else at this dreadful meeting was paying attention to you except for Remus. More than anything, you changed your mind and decided you wanted him to continue pleasuring you like this to distract you. You’d have to be quiet, you told yourself.

Being quiet just got harder because you felt his fingers move inside of your panties, coating themselves along your throbbing pussy.

There was no going back for you. You kept your head down, too aware of how red your face had become, as you gripped the armrests of your chair.

Meanwhile Remus continued to rub tight circles on your clit, this time, it was like you felt the grooves of his fingerprint on the oversensitive bundle of nerves, and the experience of having someone else do it to you felt different and so much more exciting than doing it to yourself.

You could tell Remus was experienced as he knew the exact spots to touch you to make you feel like you were on the edge, but not quite over it.

You didn’t have to look at him to know that son of a bitch knew you were hating and loving this moment and what he was doing to you.

“Is she okay?” You heard some of the older teachers ask. You didn’t think they were talking about you, so you chose not to reply.

That was when Remus pulled his fingers out, and with that same hand, he set it on your shoulder. “You alright?” He asked gently. That was when you were brought out of your trance, not realizing how loudly you were panting.

You were mortified when you turned to look at him and could see your juices on his fingers, still wet and glistening under the lighting. You wished your chair would just swallow you up.

You heard Dumbledore chuckle from the front of the room. You thought he was mocking you for not paying attention, but you didn’t care. You wanted to leave, and it looked as if he answered your prayers. “Perhaps the meeting is getting a little too boring for some of us. Not to worry, there is a lunch break coming up.” He said.

Lunch? That’s right. Your stomach started to grumble when you realized you hadn’t eaten anything since waking up, nor did you bring anything to eat. That left you with drinking from the water fountain outside as your only option.

You heard footsteps behind you as you took a sip from the fountain.

“Have you got any idea how much of a compromising position you’re in?” You heard Remus’ voice and you could swear he was staring at your ass.

“Now I do.” You stood up straight as you met his eyes. “Especially after the little stunt you pulled.”

“What stunt?” He smirked. He knew what you were referring to. “Oh. Yes, the one where I embarrassed you, reminding you of the slut you are?”

You gasped. You never in a million years thought you’d hear someone who used to be in a position of power over you straight up call you a slut (except for in your fantasies) and it turned you on when he did.

“Is that what you wanted? Did you want me to finish the job too?” He said in that low, husky voice as he stepped closer to you. You weakly nodded as you looked up, only to quickly look back down at the intensity of his stare. “Use your words.” You felt the backs of his fingers brush against your heated cheek as he used them to bring your face up, forcing you to look at him.

“I… I want this… I want you.” You whispered, looking deep into his eyes hoping he’d get the point.

“Are you sure?” Now it was his turn to look shy. He was scratching his light brown stubble and shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you. We could go back to how things were before and pretend nothing between us happened.” He was lying of course. He would never be able to pretend nothing happened between you two.

“Remus, please kiss me.” You grabbed onto his shoulders. You were hopelessly turned on, and there was no going back for either of you.

He turned his head away from you, making you worried that he was rejecting you only for him to say, “We need to make sure the door to my classroom is locked first.”

As soon as the door to the classroom was locked, Remus had you pinned against it with his hands on your hips.

“My God, you’re so beautiful.” He let out an exhale as his thumb traced your bottom lip, making you shiver both at the words and physical contact.

You’d never felt more alive than when he finally crashed his lips onto yours.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Remus asked, looking into your eyes for any sign of doubt.

You nodded. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean. Do you trust me?”

“I trust you.” You’ve been a prankster and a nuisance, but you’d never lie about something as serious as this.

Everything around you started to become a blur as Remus continued to kiss you while walking you to where his desk was until your ass was planted against it.

“Look at you.” His eyes glided up and down your body like a wolf checking out his next meal. “Is my needy slut not satisfied? Does she want more?” Fuck, he really hit the nail on the head with that one.

Remus took a seat on his chair before he patted his thigh. You took a gulp before turning around, but not before he put his hand on your lower back, stopping you. “Not so fast.”

You looked to him behind you, and raised your eyebrows in confusion.

“You don’t deserve to sit on a throne like a Princess. Bad girls like you need the right discipline.” You didn’t need for him to explain to you that you understood how this was going to work.

You were in a position of obedience. You took a deep breath as you placed yourself on his lap, chest and torso pressed against his lower body.

“That’s better.” Remus chuckled from above you as he ran his finger along the skin of your inner thigh. It then felt like only a moment before his entire hand wrapped around it with his thumb lightly tracing along your clothed pussy. You let out a soft moan as you raised your ass up in an attempt to grind against his fingers before he pulled them away.

“You’ve completely soaked through your panties. Such a needy, little slut.” He said in response to how your body reacted to his touch. “Here’s what I’ll do.” He started to say as he gathered your hands behind your back. You heard the sound of fabric shuffling and you felt something smooth around your wrists, which you guessed was a necktie. “How about I teach this slut a lesson, and if she’s a good girl, I’ll give her a special reward?”

“What reward? What do you mean?” Your demanding questions came out in a way that made you sound whiny as you squirmed on his lap.

Remus knew if he continued letting you move around on his lap, his erection would only get more unbearable to the point of not being able to contain himself, and that’s not what he wanted. He needed you to understand that he was the one in control, and you were only under his mercy.

He couldn’t help admiring the plumpness of your ass that was covered by the thin material of your panties as he lifted your skirt. He could even see the damp spot on the gusset that he had been looking forward to committing to his memory.

“Ow!” You shut your eyes as you felt a sharp slap on your skin.

“That’s what you get.” He whispered in your ear. Something about his voice sounded different. Maybe feral. It only reminded you of how much you wanted to see this side of him more often, growling in your ear, making you feel like a small prey he deserved to feast on.

“Think you can be quiet?” He asked as he slid his thumb inside your panties where it found your swollen lips.

“Yes.” You bit your lip in an attempt to hold back another scream this time as he delivered a second spank to your bottom.

“I don’t think so.” He scoffed harshly as he yanked your panties down your legs and bunched up the piece of fabric soaked with your juices into a ball before quickly forcing it into your mouth. “There. I won’t have such a hard time getting you to shut up.”

This was it. You were silenced. You were nothing but a toy to him, stuffed with no way to talk back. You couldn’t be happier with how it was, you were under his control as he used your body in ways you craved to be used.

“Don’t worry, Beautiful. I’ll take good care of you.” He soothingly stroked his long fingers over your scalp, undoing your braid and making your hair fall around your face.

With his other hand, he pushed your legs apart, exposing your warm, wet cunt to the dry air. Your body stiffened at the sharp contrast. God, you so desperately wanted him to insert something into your aching hole already! You didn’t care if it was his fingers or his cock, you needed to be filled up good and full until-

Your thoughts were interrupted as another spank, this time harsher than the others, was inflicted on the raw skin you were sure already had red welts forming there. You would’ve been pleased if that were the case. You wanted to be marked as his.

Another spank landed on the other side of your ass.

In contrast to the pain on your ass, the pleasurable sensation of his fingers dragging along your folds was enough to make you moan so loudly even the make-shift gag couldn’t muffle it completely. You bucked your hips up in an attempt to get his fingers into you deeper, but he pulled them away too fast for you. You felt tears stream down your face accompanied by pathetic sobs.

“This is what you get for being a bad girl.” With each word that he growled, each slap on your ass, the ache only grew deeper inside your cunt, reminding you how much you needed him.

Just as you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, the spanking was replaced by his large hand softly rubbing circles on the raw skin. By the time he was done, your legs were shaking as much as your breaths. This was only the beginning.

You stood on shaky legs that would’ve fallen had it not been for the assistance of the desk behind your or Remus holding your hips in place.

“I just wanted to see how beautiful you look, crying, before I bend you over my desk.” He gently brushed the tears under your eyes with his thumb. If it weren’t for the situation you were in, one could mistake the look on Remus’ face as sympathetic.

As quick as he was to show his gentle side, he roughly turned you around and pushed your back forward. With your hands still tied behind your back, you weren’t able to catch yourself as the force of your chest slamming on top of the desk knocked the breath out of you.

“Aww, does my crybaby slut want it now?” He cooed into your ear as he brushed some hair back. “Has she got no more tears left in her eyes? Why don’t I check on that cunt? I’m sure it’s weeping more than your eyes have in your life.”

Why was he being such a tease? If he wanted to tease you, you would’ve rather have him tease you with his fingers not his taunting words.

Another sob ripped through your shaking body as his finger curled inside of you.

“Fucking hell, I can’t do this anymore.” You heard him whisper to himself behind you. You wanted to smirk as you heard the sound of the belt and zipper being undone.

It was as if your pussy could finally breathe in relief as the smooth tip of his cock found your entrance and soon after, the entire length was able to slide in, making not only your pussy feel full, but also your belly.

“Fuck! You’re so wet.” Remus grunted as he held onto your shoulder, pressing it against the hardwood. You didn’t mind the pain on your shoulder that was accompanied by each thrust. Pleasure was the only thing that mattered to you.

You’d gotten to the point where you realized you could no longer rely on your fingers or your toys to make you feel full and pleasured the same way Remus was making you feel. You were his dependent whore, that’s how you’d come to see it. And you loved it. You loved every thrust and every time his cock would hit the right places, the tightness inside you became stronger until you felt it explode (or it was combined with Remus spilling himself inside you,) making you sob loudly. You needed a moment to collect yourself.

“Did you also cum?” He asked as soon as he caught his breath. You nodded. “You’re so irresistible you don’t know how hard it is to keep myself from spilling inside you so fast.”

You felt him tug on the tie around your wrists, pulling your body against his chest.

“You were such a good girl. I’m so proud of you.” He smiled at you, the corners of his eyes wrinkling. Yes, this moment was the proudest you’d ever seen him being of you.

You didn’t realize how stiff your jaw had become until he took out your bunched up panties from your mouth, and put them in his back pocket.

“I haven’t got a spare… it’s so sticky down there.” Your weak protest was shut with a smirk on his lips.

“Too bad. Deal with it. Let it be a reminder of the dirty whore you are.” He said, encircling his arms around your body to untie your wrists. You brought them to your sides, bending them back and forth, relieved to be freed.

Once the two of you had fixed yourselves back to decency, you heard your stomach rumbling, reminding you of the lack of food you’d eaten.

“Would you… like to come over to my place after we’re done with the meeting? You must be starving. I can cook for you or get some takeout, whatever you want. You don’t have to. I just mean, if it’s something you’d want to do with me.”

Now it was your turn to make him shut up as you pressed your lips onto his cheek. “I’d love to.”