Sue’s pitched voice faded into the background as your attention drifted to the vast expanse of land the train chugged past. And although it was pretty, nothing could ever come close to the acres and acres of greenery of the Italian vineyard you had spent two and a half weeks of summer at.

You were dotted on like a princess - his princess. Even the warm morning sun rays licked at your skin with tenderness. Birds chipped away outside your window - melodiously singing tunes you could never understand. You never had to lift a finger. Oh how you wish you could go back. . .

Half way through the journey, you decided to take a short walk around the train - and possibly find the Trolley Lady for some more sweets. You were a sweet tooth, you see.

Humming a soft tune to yourself, you made your way through the train and past one of the Slytherin’s cars - making a brief eye-contact with a certain Slytherin who swore he felt his heart rate pick up quite a bit.

Quickly, and nonchalantly, the Slytherin slipped away from his friends and followed you to a more deserted part of the train - where the two of you could be alone.

It was always like this between you two. You would led, and he'd forever follow. He was like a moth drawn to the irresistible flame that was you. A sunflower which didn't mind getting burnt facing the sun, as long as the sun shone brightly down at him - a smitten lovesick Blaise.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you it's wrong to follow a witch into a dark corner?” You turned to face him - a small smirk playing on your lips; the sweets you had just bought clutched in your palm.

“My mother never mentioned anything about the witch being this breathtakingly beautiful.” He moved so close that you could smell the familiar scent of the cologne you got him as a gift over summer. “Hi beautiful.” His arms found home round your waist as he pulled you in for a soft kiss.

“Kissing me in public?” You softly yelped as one of his palms grabbed and slapped at your ass. “Should I take ten points from Slytherin?”

“You can take a hundred points from Slytherin for all I care as long as I get to hold you like this longer.” He whispered into your shoulder, placing gentle kisses at the exposed skin of your neck.

“You really do have a way with words, Zabini.” You hummed, as the soft skin of his lips ghosted past your sweet spot - your knees instantly turning into putty.

“Anything for my beautiful lady.” His voice, as deep as it could get. “I missed you.” He drew his face away from your neck. His dark brown eyes tenderly gazing at you. The hold on your waist never flattering. “Did you miss me?”

He was hopeful, pleading with Merlin that you somewhat felt the same way about him the way he did about you. You could see it.

Deciding against answering him, you pulled him into one of the empty cars and locked it - quickly muttering a spell to shut the drapes. “How about you show me how much you missed me?” You always did this - never really answering him when the question felt too intimate.

“Oh - you know I could do so much more than showing you.” He walks over to you. His hands find their way back around your waist - but this time he hikes you up by the back of your thighs and walks over to the couch and sets himself on it - making you straddle him as a result. “But I want to hold you instead. Is that okay?”

Ignoring the slight bulge pressing against your core, you nodded - wordlessly.

“My mother says hi.” He says, earning a small chuckle from you. Over the two and half weeks you spent at the Zabini vineyard, you loved being in Mrs Zabini’s company. She was actually your idol - you admired her a lot.

Unbeknownst to you Mrs Zabini adored you. She was a bit iffy with the idea of a ‘girl friend’ of his son coming over for a few days at first. But she warmed up to you - quickly realizing why her son was quite taken by you.

“Your dick is pressing against my pussy- and you bring up your mother?”

“I’m just passing her regards.” His warm hands mindlessly drawing mindless shapes and patterns up and down your thighs - mentally thanking Merlin you chose to wear one of his favourite skirts on you. “She really enjoyed your company over the summer. It’s rare to see her that genuinely excited.”

“I had a fun time as well. Although, it was quite strange to see the collection of eyeballs she kept as souvenirs from her previous marriages.” You recalled, slightly leaning forward to faintly brush at his cheek.

Blaise could only nod as he tried to will his hard on away. How could he not get hard when you looked so gorgeous sitting on top of him? How could he not get hard when the sinful, naked, image of you bouncing on his dick, was still fresh on his mind?

The memory of your delicious looking breasts jiggling as he thrusted deeper and deeper into you was one he wanted to frame as a picture and mount it in his bedroom for his eyes alone.

Fuck- the muffled noises you made as you tried to stay quite as he relentlessly pounded into you on his balcony in the middle of the night rang as clear as day in his ears.

The feel of your warm pussy gripping his dick like a vice-

“Blaise?” The soft sound of your voice lulled him back to reality. “Can I take care of it?” You pressed down, and slowly grinded on his hard on. The idea of getting caught made you wetter, and hornier, by the second.

The Slytherin boy could never say no to you. “Fuck- please-” His strained voice had you smiling and shimmying off his lap.

Giggling to yourself, your hand slowly dipped into his sweats and grabbed at his dick. He felt heavy against your palm - the warm precum already dripping from his tip. With laboured breaths, the Zabini boy threw his head against the wall at the feel of your warm tongue against his dick.

“Fuck!” He lowly muttered under his breath. His eyes fell shut at the wonderful sensation. He could cum right there, and then. Placing soft kisses on the veins on his dick, your thumb teased his slit - earning a sharp inhale from him.

“I love it when your dick reacts like this.” You praised - your hand slowly pumping up and down his dick. Bringing your other hand to his balls, you softly squeezed them as your pace on his shaft quickened - making him jolt and thrust into your hand.

“Fuck- bellissima. . . I-”

Getting on your knees, you placed multiple kisses on his abdomen and balls - which quickly sent him over the edge. Strings of hot cum shot up and landed on your face and lips - slowly dripping into your hands as well. You slowly licked him clean and placed a heavy kiss on his dick as you came up. 

Straddling him again, you placed a soft kiss on his lips - a goofy grin plastered on his face.

“I think. . . I think I love you.”

His confession felt as a surprise to you. And judging by your shocked, and unsure, reaction, Blaise knew he had fucked up.

Friends don’t kiss.

Friends don’t fuck each other as often and in the manner that you two did.

And friends definitely don’t say I love you especially not with as much conviction as he did.

໑ note ﹙some blaise content? do we like?﹚

໑ pairing ﹙blaise zabini x ravenclaw!reader﹚

໑ content ﹙takes place during the half blood prince, reader and blaise are thinly vagued friends with benefits, unprotected sex, angsty-angst, he fell first and he fell harder trope, reader is somewhat emotionally constipated, blaise is smitten, and exactly what reader needs, tooth-rooting fluff, padma being a girl's girl, mentions of daddy issues, reader is quite oblivious it's sad, themes of classism and elitism﹚

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