Summer

Ex!Tom Riddle

(I'm back!! I won't be writing as much but I will try to do as much as possible. I love fulfilling requests and love when I get them so don't be shy to send them in!)

You and Tom Riddle had ended things in sixth year in the worst possible way.

He had become too controlling, too obsessed with power and the future he was carving out. You loved him. Merlin, you had loved him so deeply, but the longer you stayed, the more he suffocated you. One night you finally snapped, told him it was over, and walked away with tears streaming down your face. He didn’t chase you then. He simply watched you leave with cold, unreadable eyes.

Now it was seventh year, and the universe had a cruel sense of humor.

You had been thrilled when Professor Dumbledore announced you as Head Girl… until he named Tom Riddle as Head Boy. The shared common room and duties meant you couldn’t avoid him. You tried. You really did. But tonight, after patrol, you had no choice but to return to the elegant Head suite.

The moment you stepped inside, you felt his presence. Tom was leaning against the far wall, arms crossed, watching you with that piercing gaze. You ignored him pointedly, dropping your books onto the coffee table and settling onto the couch to review the new prefect schedules.

His stare burned into your back. After a few minutes, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Stop staring, you creep,” you snapped, whipping around to glare at him.

Tom’s lips curved into a slow, arrogant smirk. He pushed off the wall and started walking toward you. “I missed your attitude.”

“Just because we’re both Heads doesn’t mean I have to respect you, Riddle. Or be nice to you.” You turned back to your papers, hoping he’d leave you alone.

But then a sharp throb bloomed behind your eyes. You hissed, pressing your palm to your forehead. “What the fuck…”

Tom made a low sound of frustration. When you glanced back, he was staring straight into your eyes, deep, invasive, searching.

“Stop it,” you hissed, pressing harder against your skull.

“You still want me, don’t you?” His voice was velvet-smooth.

The headache vanished instantly. You sat up straight, heart pounding. “No. I fucking hate you, Riddle. Leave me alone.”

Tom’s smirk widened. He stepped closer, towering over you. “Your mind is telling me otherwise.”

Your blood ran cold. “The fuck- You’re such a fucking weirdo creep!” You shot to your feet. “I fucking hate you! Stay out of my m-”

Before you could finish, Tom’s hand shot out. He grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head as he shoved you back onto the couch. His body caged yours instantly, one knee pressing between your thighs.

“Don’t lie to me,” he growled, lips brushing your ear. “You still think about me. Every night. You touch yourself remembering how I used to fuck you.”

You squirmed beneath him, cheeks burning, but your body betrayed you, heat began pooling low in your stomach. When he pulled back enough to look into your eyes again, the air between you felt electric.

“Get off me,” you whispered, but there was no real force behind it.

Tom’s free hand slid down your side, gripping your hip possessively. “Make me.”

You didn’t. Instead, you surged up and crashed your lips against his in a bruising kiss. Tom groaned into your mouth, immediately deepening it, tongue claiming every inch like he owned you. He released your wrists only to grab your thighs, yanking you forward so your legs wrapped around his waist.

Clothes came off in a frenzy. Tom yanked your shirt over your head, palming your breasts roughly as he sucked marks into your neck. You tugged at his tie and shirt buttons, desperate to feel skin. When his bare chest pressed against yours, you moaned, nails raking down his back.

Tom shoved your skirt up around your waist and ripped your panties down your legs. Two long fingers slid through your folds, finding you embarrassingly wet.

“Still so fucking soaked for me,” he murmured darkly. “This pussy never forgot who it belongs to.”

He pushed two fingers inside you without warning, curling them perfectly against that spot that made your back arch. His thumb circled your clit with practiced precision while his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, sucking hard. You cried out, hips rolling desperately against his hand as he finger-fucked you faster.

“Tom— fuck—” you gasped, one hand fisting his dark hair.

He added a third finger, stretching you open while his mouth moved to your other breast. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers plunging into your dripping cunt filled the common room. Your thighs began to tremble.

“I’m- I’m gonna!”

“Cum.” he ordered against your skin.

Your orgasm crashed over you hard. You clenched around his fingers, moaning his name like a prayer as pleasure tore through you. Tom worked you through it, slowing his movements but not stopping until you were shaking and oversensitive.

He pulled his fingers out and brought them to your lips. “Suck.”

You obeyed, tasting yourself on his skin while he watched with dark, hungry eyes. He freed his cock from his trousers he was hard, thick, and leaking. Without another word, he gripped your hips and buried himself inside you in one deep thrust.

You both moaned loudly. Tom gave you barely a second to adjust before he started fucking you hard and deep, the couch creaking beneath you. Every powerful stroke hit that perfect spot, making your eyes roll back.

“Fuck- you feel even better than I remembered,” he growled, one hand wrapping around your throat. “So tight. So fucking mine.”

You wrapped your legs tighter around him, meeting his thrusts desperately. The angle let him grind against your clit with every movement. Tom’s grip on your throat tightened just enough to make your head spin while his other hand pinched and rolled your nipple.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

You forced your eyes open, staring into his intense gaze as he pounded into you. The pleasure built rapidly again.

“Tom- I’m-”

“Cum on my cock like the good girl you used to be.”

Your second orgasm hit even harder than the first. You clenched around him, crying out as waves of pleasure rolled through you. Tom cursed, slamming into you a few more times before burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a low, guttural groan.

For a long moment, the only sound was both of you panting.

Tom stayed buried inside you, forehead pressed against yours. His hand loosened around your throat, sliding up to cup your jaw almost tenderly.

“You’re still mine,” he whispered against your lips. “Even if you hate me.”

You were lying on your bed late at night, wearing nothing but a thin tank top and silky black shorts. The room was dark except for the soft glow of your phone screen as you mindlessly scrolled. A new message popped up, a photo.

Your breath hitched.

It was a dick picture. Thick, hard, and impressive, with a veiny hand wrapped around the base. You stared at it longer than you should have, thighs pressing together instinctively.

Unknown: [Photo attached]

You bit your lip, heart racing. Part of you knew you should ask who it was… but the other part was already getting wet.

You: Oh wow… I think you have the wrong number.

You immediately regretted how lame that sounded. His reply came fast.

Unknown: Wrong number? Baby, you stared at my cock for a solid minute before replying. I know you like what you see. Now be a good girl and send me something back.

Your face flushed. The boldness made your pussy throb. After a moment of hesitation, you sat up, pulled your tank top off, and tossed it aside. You angled your phone to take a photo of your bare tits, nipples already hard. You made sure your face wasn’t visible before hitting send.

You: You caught me.

Unknown: Fuck… look at those pretty tits. Such a good fucking girl. I knew you were a little slut underneath all that attitude. Now show me that plump ass.

You smirked, adrenaline and arousal mixing. You slid your shorts and panties down your legs, kicking them off. Getting on your knees, you arched your back deeply, pushing your ass up and spreading your legs just enough to tease. You snapped the photo and sent it.

You: [Photo attached]

Unknown: That’s it, baby. Fuck, I want to bury my face in that pretty cunt. Spread yourself for me. Let me see how wet you are.

You whimpered softly, already soaked. You reached back with one hand, spreading your pussy lips and taking another photo of your glistening folds on full display.

You: [Photo attached]

You: I’m so fucking wet right now…

Unknown: Good girl. Such a needy little whore for a stranger. Touch yourself. Slide two fingers inside that tight pussy and tell me how it feels.

You obeyed instantly, moaning as you pushed two fingers into your dripping cunt. Your hips rocked against your hand as you typed with the other.

You: It feels so good… I’m so tight and slippery. I wish it was your cock instead.

Unknown: Yeah? You want my thick cock stretching you open? I’d fuck you so deep you’d forget your own name. Keep fucking yourself. Send me a video of those fingers pumping in and out of you.

You hesitated for half a second before recording a short video, the wet, obscene sounds of your fingers plunging in and out of your soaked pussy clearly audible. You sent it.

Unknown: Fuck, listen to how wet you are. I’m stroking my cock so hard thinking about ruining that pretty hole. Rub your clit for me, baby. I want you to cum.

Your fingers moved faster, circling your swollen clit while you kept fingering yourself. Soft moans spilled from your lips as you typed messily.

You: I’m so close… fuck, I’m gonna cum for you.

Unknown: Do it. Cum like the desperate slut you are. Imagine my cock pounding into you while I choke you. Send me another picture right when you cum.

The orgasm hit you hard. Your back arched, thighs shaking as you cried out. Right at the peak, you snapped a picture of your fingers buried deep inside your pulsing cunt and sent it.

You: [Photo attached]

Unknown: That’s my good girl. Look at that pretty pussy clenching. I’m cumming too… fuck.

A few moments later, he sent a photo of his hand covered in thick ropes of cum, still wrapped around his spent cock.

You were panting, glowing in the aftershocks, when another message came in.

Unknown: You really are a filthy little thing when you let go. I always knew you would be…

You: Wait… what do you mean “always knew”?

Unknown: Don’t play dumb now, princess. You think I wouldn’t recognize that perfect ass and those tits I’ve stared at for years?

Your stomach dropped as the next message came through, a voice note. You pressed play.

Tom Riddle’s smooth, arrogant voice filled your room:

“Next time you want to be a desperate whore, just text me directly instead of pretending you don’t know who I am.”

Your heart nearly stopped.

Your father had finally reached his limit.

After the third time you snuck out and came home at dawn smelling like firewhisky and trouble, he hired Theodore Nott, a former Death Eater with a lethal reputation, to be your personal bodyguard. Twenty-four seven. No exceptions.

You hated him from the start.

You called him “Shadow” just to annoy him. You ignored him when he spoke, ditched him at every opportunity, and made it your mission to test his patience. Short dresses that barely covered your ass, flirting shamelessly with other guys right in front of him, bending over slowly when you knew he was watching. You did it all.

Theo remained stone faced and professional for weeks. He barely spoke, only watched you with those cold, calculating eyes. But you could feel the tension building every time his jaw clenched.

Until tonight.

You had managed to slip away to an underground party in the lower levels of Knockturn Alley. The music was loud, the lights were dim, and you were drunk , bottle of firewhisky in hand, body pressed against some random guy as you grinded back against him on the dance floor.

A strong hand suddenly wrapped around your upper arm.

Theo.

His face was dark with fury as he ripped you away from the guy and dragged you through the crowd. You tried to protest, but he didn’t stop until he had you outside and shoved into the back seat of his car.

The drive started in complete silence. You could feel his anger radiating off him. After ten minutes, he suddenly pulled the car over onto a dark, deserted side road and killed the engine.

Theo turned to look at you, eyes burning.

“You’ve been testing me for weeks, princess,” he said, voice dangerously low. “Keep acting like a spoiled little brat and I’ll fuck the attitude right out of you.”

You tilted your head, lips curling into a defiant smirk even though your heart was racing.

“My daddy won’t want you to fuck me,” you taunted, gesturing between the two of you. “You’re just the help.”

That was the final straw.

Theo’s eyes darkened. In one swift movement, he reached back, grabbed you, and yanked you over his lap in the driver’s seat. He flipped your tiny skirt up, exposing your lace panties.

“This is for being such a fucking naughty little tease,” he growled.

Smack.

His large hand came down hard on your ass. You gasped sharply, squirming on his lap.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Each slap was firm and deliberate, the sound echoing in the confined space of the car. Your skin quickly turned pink under his palm. You whimpered, but the heat between your thighs only grew.

Theo slid your panties down your legs, letting them bunch around your knees. His fingers traced over your soaked folds, and he let out a dark chuckle.

“Look at you. Dripping all over my lap after a few spanks. You’ve been craving this, haven’t you?”

You bit your lip, refusing to answer. He brought his hand down again, harder this time, right where your ass met your thighs. You moaned loudly.

“Answer me,” he demanded, landing another sharp slap.

“Yes!” you gasped. “Fuck yes.”

Theo groaned in satisfaction. He pushed two thick fingers inside you without warning, curling them instantly against that sweet spot. You cried out, pushing back against his hand desperately as he fingered you roughly.

“That’s it, princess. Take what I give you.”

He added a third finger, stretching you open while his thumb rubbed tight circles on your clit. Your legs shook, moans growing louder and more broken. Just as you were about to come, he pulled his fingers out.

You whined at the loss, but Theo was already freeing his hard cock from his pants. He pulled you up and positioned you over him, lowering you down onto his thick length in one smooth, brutal thrust.

“Fuck!” you moaned, head falling back as he filled you completely.

Theo gripped your hips tightly and started fucking up into you, hard and deep. The car rocked with every powerful thrust. One hand stayed on your hip while the other tangled in your hair, yanking your head back so he could watch your face.

“You’re going to come on my cock like the spoiled little slut you are,” he growled against your neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

You clenched around him, pleasure building fast and overwhelming. His pace was relentless, hips snapping up to meet you every time you sank down. The wet, filthy sounds of skin against skin filled the car.

Theo reached between you and rubbed your clit again. “Cum. Now.”

Your orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing over you hard. You cried out his name, shaking violently as your walls pulsed around him. Theo groaned deeply and followed right after, burying himself to the hilt as he came inside you, filling you with hot spurts of his release.

For a few long moments, the only sound was both of you breathing heavily.

Theo finally lifted you off him gently, helping you back into the passenger seat. He fixed your skirt and even wiped you clean with a clean handkerchief from his pocket before tucking himself away.

He started the car again without another word.

The rest of the ride home was quiet. You sat slumped in the passenger seat, thighs still trembling, body completely spent. Your head rested against the window, eyes half-closed as exhaustion settled deep in your bones. Every shift in your seat reminded you of the ache in your ass from his spanking and the warmth of his cum still leaking out of you.

Theo glanced over at you, his expression unreadable, but his hand reached out and rested possessively on your thigh for the remainder of the drive.

Neither of you spoke.

Your mom had always been strict about one rule: your brother had to take you with him whenever he left the house. That’s how you ended up at the mall with him and his friends, including Mattheo Riddle.

“Dude, just let me go get a coffee. I’m not going to get kidnapped,” you huffed, walking beside your brother.

“No. Mom said keep you close,” he replied flatly.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not a fucking child.”

Mattheo, who had been quietly listening, slung his arm around your brother’s shoulders with a lazy grin. “Let the girl get her coffee. If it makes you feel better, I’ll go with her.”

Your brother narrowed his eyes but eventually sighed. “Fine. But if anything happens to her…”

Mattheo patted him on the back. “We’ll be quick.”

He motioned for you to follow him. As soon as you were out of earshot, you muttered, “You didn’t have to do that. I can fight my own battles.”

Mattheo scoffed, smirking down at you. “But then we wouldn’t get any one on one time.” He nudged your shoulder and glanced meaningfully at the family restroom sign.

You rolled your eyes, but the heat already pooling in your stomach made you follow him. The second you slipped inside, you locked the door behind you, heart racing.

“We have to be fast,” you whispered. “He’ll notice if we take too long.”

Mattheo clicked his tongue, already crowding you against the wall. “Then we better not waste time.”

He kissed you hard, hungry, rough, and desperate. His hand immediately slid down, popping the button of your shorts and shoving them down along with your panties in one swift motion. They pooled at your ankles. He pushed his own jeans and boxers down just enough for his hard cock to spring free, already leaking at the tip.

You glanced down at it, biting your lip. Mattheo smirked, sliding two fingers between your legs.

“Fuck, you’re already soaked,” he groaned quietly. “Been thinking about this since we got here, huh?”

He teased your entrance with his cock, rubbing the head up and down your slit, coating himself in your wetness. You whimpered, rolling your hips desperately.

“Mattheo… please...”

He clamped a hand over your mouth just as he slammed into you in one deep thrust. Your eyes rolled back, a muffled moan vibrating against his palm. He didn’t give you time to adjust. He started fucking you hard and fast, hips snapping against yours as he buried himself to the hilt with every stroke.

“Shhh, baby,” he whispered against your ear, voice rough. “Gotta be quiet for me. Can’t let your brother hear how well I fuck his little sister.”

You clenched hard around him at his words. He groaned low, picking up speed. The sound of skin slapping quietly filled the small bathroom as he railed you against the wall. He shifted slightly, angling his hips so he hit that perfect spot inside you with every thrust.

Your legs started shaking. You gripped his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his shirt as pleasure built fast and intense.

Mattheo moved his hand from your mouth to your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. “That’s it. Cum on my cock like a good girl.”

You came hard, biting down on your lip to stay quiet as your walls pulsed around him. Mattheo cursed under his breath, thrusting a few more times before burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a low groan.

He stayed buried in you for a moment, both of you breathing heavily. Then he kissed you again, slower this time, almost sweet.

He pulled out carefully and helped you clean up with some paper towels before tugging your shorts and panties back up. You fixed your clothes quickly while he adjusted himself and zipped up.

Mattheo grabbed your hand, pulling you close for one last kiss. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured against your lips.

You both slipped out of the bathroom. Mattheo stopped at the coffee shop and ordered your usual drink so it wouldn’t look suspicious. By the time you rejoined the group, you were sipping innocently on your iced coffee.

Your brother raised an eyebrow. “What took you guys so long?”

Mattheo shrugged casually. “There was a long line. Then we couldn’t find you guys.”

You nodded along, trying to look normal even though you could still feel Mattheo’s cum slowly leaking into your panties. Mattheo caught your eye and gave you the smallest, cockiest smirk when your brother wasn’t looking.

“Whatever,” your brother muttered. “Just stay close next time.”

You had just finished your nighttime routine which included washing your face, brushing your teeth, and slipping into your usual sleepwear, an oversized t-shirt that barely covered your ass and a pair of soft panties. You crawled into bed with a contented sigh and reached for your phone, smiling as you opened your messages to reply to the guy you’d been talking to.

A new notification lit up your screen from an unknown number.

Unknown: Why the fuck are you still talking to that twat when you could have me? I swear to God, if you don’t stop texting him, I’ll make sure he never touches you again.

Your heart instantly began racing. You sat up, suddenly too warm, and kicked the covers off. Rolling onto your stomach, you quickly typed back with shaky fingers.

You: What is your problem? Who are you?

Unknown: You’re about to find out.

You blocked the number immediately, chest tight with fear. But before you could even set your phone down, the mattress dipped heavily behind you. A strong hand clamped over your mouth, muffling your scream as a masked figure pinned you down against the bed.

“It’s adorable how you think blocking me will keep me away from you” a low, velvet voice purred against your ear.

Your eyes widened in terror. You tried to twist around, but he was too strong. “Who are you?” you whimpered into his palm, voice shaking.

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart.” His free hand slid down your body, pushing your t-shirt up to expose your back. “I’ve been watching you for weeks. I’ve seen you let that pathetic boy fuck you… and I’ve seen how he leaves you unsatisfied every single time. You always have to finish yourself off with your fingers, don’t you?”

Your face burned with humiliation. You didn’t want to admit it, but when he squeezed your hip, you reluctantly nodded against his hand.

A dark, satisfied chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Poor neglected little thing. Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else. By the time I’m done, you’ll be craving my cock every fucking night.”

He yanked your panties to the side and dragged two fingers slowly through your folds. You were embarrassingly wet already.

“Fuck… look at this,” he groaned. “You’re soaked. Getting turned on by a stranger breaking into your room? You’re a filthy little girl, aren’t you?”

You whimpered as he circled your clit with practiced precision. He released your mouth only to slide down your body, gripping your hips and pulling them up so your ass was raised. Without warning, his tongue dragged hot and slow from your clit to your entrance.

You gasped sharply, fingers fisting the sheets. He licked you again, deeper this time, then latched onto your clit and sucked hard. His tongue flicked and swirled while two thick fingers pushed inside you, curling instantly against that sensitive spot.

“Oh my god...” you moaned, hips rocking back against his face instinctively. He ate you out like a man starved it was messy, wet, and relentless. His groans vibrated against your cunt as he devoured you, his drool and your arousal dripping down your thighs.

He added a third finger, stretching you open while his mouth focused on your swollen clit. Your legs started trembling violently.

“That’s it,” he growled against your pussy. “Cum on my tongue like a good girl.”

You shattered hard, crying out into the mattress as your first orgasm crashed through you. He didn’t stop, continuing to finger-fuck you through it until you were shaking and oversensitive.

He finally pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean with a low moan. “You taste fucking incredible.”

You heard the sound of his zipper. Then the thick head of his cock was rubbing against your soaked entrance, teasing you.

“Please…” you whispered, not even sure what you were begging for anymore.

He pushed in slowly at first, letting you feel every inch as he stretched you open. Once he bottomed out, he gave you no time to adjust. He started thrusting, hard, deep, and merciless. The wet sound of skin slapping skin filled your room with every brutal snap of his hips.

“Fuck... so tight,” he groaned, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. “This pussy was made for me.”

He fucked you faster, one hand sliding up to grip the back of your neck, pushing your face deeper into the mattress while he railed you. Every thrust hit that perfect spot inside you, making you see stars.

“P-please,” you moaned brokenly. “Show me your face… I want to see who’s fucking me so good.”

He slowed his thrusts but kept them deep, grinding against you. With a dark smirk, he reached up and ripped the mask off.

Your jaw dropped, eyes wide with shock.

“Draco… Draco Malfoy is fucking me…”

“That’s right, baby,” he growled, slamming back into you harder. “Not who you were expecting, huh? Too bad. You’re mine now.”

You moaned loudly, pushing back against him. “I-I do want you… fuck, Draco...”

Hearing you say his name made something snap in him. He pulled out suddenly, flipped you onto your back, and pushed your legs wide open. He slid back inside you in one smooth thrust, leaning over you so you could see his face clearly, his sharp features, stormy eyes, and a possessive smirk.

He fucked you like that, deep and intimate, while his hand came down to rub tight circles on your clit.

“Cum on my cock again,” he demanded. “Let me feel you squeeze me.”

Your second orgasm hit even harder than the first. You cried out, back arching, walls fluttering and clenching around him. Draco groaned deeply, burying himself to the hilt as he came hard, flooding your pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum.

He stayed inside you for a long moment, both of you panting. He brushed damp hair from your forehead almost gently.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured. “You’re going to delete that loser’s number tomorrow. Understand?”

You nodded weakly, still dazed from pleasure.

Draco leaned down and kissed your lips possessively before pulling out. He fixed his clothes, then gave you one last dark smile.

“Sweet dreams, princess.”

(I thought it would be fun to give my oneshots songs lmk if y'all hate or love it)

Every night, you and Mattheo fell asleep on call together. It had become your favorite part of the day, his voice in your ear, his face on your screen, making you feel safe and wanted.

You were lying on your stomach, feet kicked up behind you, chin resting on your arms as you smiled at your laptop. Mattheo was leaning back in his desk chair, watching you with that intense, half-lidded gaze.

“You’re so gorgeous, you know that?” he said, voice low.

You blushed hard and giggled, hiding your face in your arms. “Yeah… I’ve been told.”

Mattheo scoffed, a smirk tugging at his lips. After a few moments of comfortable silence, he leaned forward.

“Baby, can you open your mouth as wide as you can for me? Just for a second.”

You tilted your head, a little confused, but after a short hesitation, you obeyed. You opened your mouth wide, looking straight at the camera with big, innocent eyes.

Mattheo groaned quietly and quickly took a screenshot.

“Was that good?” you asked softly, blinking up at him.

“Fuck, yes. That was perfect.” He paused, then added, “Hey… can I see your fingers, sweetheart?”

You nodded eagerly and held both hands up, wiggling your fingers playfully. Mattheo’s smirk deepened.

“Oh, baby… you’ve got a little bit of dinner on your finger. You should suck it off.”

You frowned, inspecting your hands. “I don’t see anything…”

“It’s right there,” he said, voice smooth and coaxing. “Just do what I say, okay? Be a good girl for me.”

You hesitated for only a second before sliding your pointer finger into your mouth, sucking gently. Mattheo’s breath hitched, as he took another screenshot.

“I think there’s some on your middle finger too,” he murmured. “Put both in.”

Still trusting him completely, you slid both fingers past your lips, sucking softly while looking at the camera. When you finally pulled them out with a little pop, you said, “I think they’re clean now,” sounding slightly annoyed.

Mattheo leaned back, smirking. “Such a good girl. You have no idea what you do to me.”

You rested your head back on your arms, completely unaware that he had scooted closer to his desk to hide his lap. His cock was already out, hard and throbbing in his fist as he stroked himself slowly.

“Baby, look at me,” he said.

You lifted your head again, giving him those wide, doe like eyes. “I’m tired, Matty…”

“I bet…” His hand moved faster under the desk. “Must’ve had a really fun day, huh? Fuck-”

You shrugged. “It was just a normal Saturday. I went for a walk, though. That was nice.”

“Yeah?” His strokes grew quicker, breathing a little heavier. “What did you see?”

“I saw a fox… and lots of pretty flowers.” You tilted your head, noticing his arm moving. “Matty… what are you doing?”

“Nothing. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. Keep talking, sweet girl.”

You huffed but continued anyway. “I got coffee on my walk. It was really good. Then I came home and played with my cat for a while…”

Mattheo’s hand was flying up and down his cock now, eyes locked on your innocent face. “Mhm… sounds like a good walk, baby…”

“Yeah, it was decent…” You squinted at the screen. “Okay, seriously, Matty. What are you doing? Your arm is moving really fast.”

“Fucking- nothing! Can’t you just believe me for once?” he snapped.

You flinched at his tone and bit your lip, looking down. “Sorry…”

His voice softened, but only slightly. “Fucking look at me.”

You obeyed instantly, eyes wide and a little watery.

“That’s it… such a good fucking girl for me.” His hand moved frantically. “You know I love you, right?”

You nodded shyly. “Yes, Matty. I love you too.”

The sweetness in your voice pushed him over the edge. Mattheo came with a low groan, thick ropes of cum spilling over his fist as he kept his eyes on you. He cleaned up quickly with a tissue, then let out a long breath.

“Alright, baby… let’s go to sleep.”

You smiled softly, moved your laptop to the nightstand, and snuggled into your pillow. “Goodnight, Matty.”

“Night, princess.”

Bsf!Theo who also likes to work on cars lol

The garage smelled like oil, metal, and summer heat. Theo had been working on his beloved Camaro for hours, the one he’d rescued from a junkyard and was slowly bringing back to life. His shirt was stained with grease, his hands and forearms dark with grime, and sweat glistened on his forehead as he slid out from under the car on the creeper.

You walked in without knocking, like you always did. “What’s up?” you asked, leaning against the hood with a small smile.

Theo looked up at you, his expression softening instantly. “Nothing much. Just spending some quality time with this beauty,” he said, patting the side of the car.

You chuckled and glanced down at him. “Need any help?”

He raised an eyebrow, amused. “Bitch, you don’t even know how to change a tire.”

“Hey!” You laughed, sliding down to sit on the floor beside him. “It’s the thought that counts. Besides… you could teach me?”

Theo studied you for a moment, then gave you that crooked smile that always made your heart skip. “Yeah, alright. Come here.”

He helped you onto the creeper next to him and gently slid you both under the car. For the next twenty minutes, he pointed out different parts, explaining what they did in that calm, patient voice he only ever used with you. You listened carefully, biting your lip in concentration, occasionally nodding.

But eventually, your attention drifted from the engine to him. The way his eyes lit up when he talked about cars. The smudge of oil on his cheek. How close your faces were in the tight space under the chassis.

Theo turned his head and caught you staring. Your eyes locked. A soft smile played on your lips, still gently biting the corner of it. His gaze dropped to your mouth, then back to your eyes. The air between you shifted.

Everything seemed to slow down as he lifted a dirty hand and carefully cupped your cheek, giving you plenty of time to pull away. When you didn’t, he leaned in and kissed you, the kiss was soft and hesitant, like he was afraid you might disappear. It was gentle. Sweet. Everything you never knew you needed from him.

He used his feet to slowly scoot the creeper out from under the car, never breaking the kiss until you were both sitting up. Then he stood, offering you his hand. You took it, letting him pull you to your feet.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he whispered, voice a little rough. He pulled you close, hands settling gently on your waist, and rested his forehead against yours. “You have no idea.”

You smiled, heart racing, and tilted your head up to kiss him again. This one was deeper, warmer. Theo walked you backward until your hips bumped into his workbench. With one arm, he swept the scattered tools off the surface, they clattered loudly to the floor, but neither of you cared.

He lifted you easily and set you on the bench. Your hands moved to the button of your shorts, but he pulled back slightly, breathing hard.

“Shit… are you sure?” he asked, eyes searching yours with genuine care.

You bit your lip and nodded, then remembered what he liked. “Yes. I’m sure, Theo. I want this. I want you.”

His smirk was soft, affectionate. “Good girl,” he murmured, tilting your chin up for another kiss.

You slid your shorts and panties down together, kicking them off. Theo watched you with dark, adoring eyes as you reached for his belt. He let you undo it, hands resting warmly on your hips. When you pushed his pants and boxers down, his cock sprang free, hard and flushed.

You brought your feet up onto the edge of the bench, opening yourself to him. Theo groaned quietly, running two fingers gently through your soaked folds.

“So fucking pretty,” he breathed, almost to himself.

He lined himself up and pushed in slowly, savoring every inch. Your head fell back with a breathy moan as he filled you.

“Fuck, Theo…” you whimpered, hands gripping his shoulders.

He started moving, deep, steady thrusts that made your toes curl. It wasn’t rushed or rough. It felt like he was pouring months of hidden feelings into every roll of his hips. His forehead pressed against yours again, eyes locked as he moved inside you.

“You feel so good,” he whispered against your lips. “So perfect.”

Your moans grew sweeter, breathier. Your legs started to tremble around him. Theo kept one hand on your waist, the other gently cradling the back of your neck.

“You gonna come, baby?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” you gasped, walls tightening around him. “Don’t stop…”

He didn’t. He kept that same loving rhythm until you came with a shuddering moan, clenching around his cock. Theo followed right after, burying himself deep as he spilled inside you with a low groan.

For a long moment, you just held each other, breathing hard. He stayed inside you, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, and finally your lips.

When he eventually pulled out, he grabbed some clean paper towels and gently wiped you clean with careful, tender touches. He helped you back into your shorts and panties, then fixed his own clothes.

Theo pulled you into his arms again, hugging you close.

“So…” he said with a soft laugh, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You still wanna learn more about cars?”

You smiled up at him, cheeks warm. “Only if you keep teaching me like this.”

Oo I like this! I will try my best to add some tension I am fairly new to writing so I hope I can fill your request 🫡

Deatheater/professor!Draco

You and Draco Malfoy had once been inseparable.

Hogwarts nights blurred together in a haze of firewhisky, stolen glances, and laughter that echoed through the Slytherin common room. He was always there. Sharp tongue, pale hair glowing under the green light, fingers brushing yours when no one was looking. You attended every party together. He’d watch you dance until your feet hurt, then carry you back to your dorm when the firewhisky finally won, your face tucked against his neck like it belonged there.

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” he’d murmur against your hair, voice low and rough.

You thought it was love. Everyone else did too.

Then everything changed.

After sixth year, Draco began pulling away. First it was small things with him missing study sessions, avoiding your eyes in the corridors. Then it became deliberate. You’d wave at him across the Great Hall and he’d turn sharply, blonde hair disappearing into the crowd. Notes went unanswered. When you finally cornered him outside the dungeons, he looked at you with cold, haunted eyes.

“Stay away from me.”

That was the last thing he ever said to you.

The pain of his abandonment carved deep. You graduated carrying the scar of unanswered questions and a heart that still stupidly ached for him. Years passed. You traveled, studied the stars, tried to forget the boy who once held your hand like it was the only real thing in his world.

Now you were back.

As the new Astronomy Professor at Hogwarts.

The Great Hall looked exactly as you remembered it, yet entirely different. You sat at the long staff table in deep blue robes embroidered with silver constellations, trying to focus on the conversations around you. Until your eyes found him.

Draco Malfoy.

Potions Master.

He sat near the center of the table, posture perfect, that signature platinum hair catching the candlelight like a blade. He looked older with sharper cheekbones, a tired edge around his eyes but still devastatingly handsome. The Dark Mark was hidden beneath his sleeve, but you knew it was there. You’d heard the rumors.

Your stomach twisted. Hate and something far more dangerous flared in your chest. Before he could sense your stare, you looked away, jaw clenched so tight it hurt.

Dinner couldn’t end fast enough.

You escaped to your Astronomy tower classroom, rearranging star charts and polishing telescopes with more force than necessary. The silence of the tower did nothing to calm the storm inside you. How dare he come back here? How dare he sit there like nothing happened?

You were still fuming when you finally made your way to your quarters late that night.

The next day went well. Your students loved you, especially the curious first-years who hung on every word about celestial patterns and ancient magic in the stars. By the end of your last class, you were wiping down the large brass orrery when a sharp knock echoed through the room.

“Come in,” you called without turning.

The door creaked open. Heavy footsteps. The scent of expensive cologne and potion ingredients hit you like a curse.

You froze.

“Y/N.”

His voice was deeper than you remembered. Quieter. Almost reverent.

You turned slowly, cloth still clutched in your hand like a weapon. There he stood in the doorway, tall, imposing, wearing black teaching robes that made his pale features stand out even more. His eyes, those stormy grey eyes, locked onto yours with an intensity that stole the air from your lungs.

“Oh.” You rolled your eyes and turned back to the orrery. “It’s you.”

“Y/N… please.”

The way he said your name made your traitorous heart stutter.

“Go away, Malfoy. I don’t want to see you.”

You heard him step further into the room, the door clicking shut behind him. The sound felt final. Trapping.

“I know I don’t deserve to explain myself now,” he said, voice low. “But I need you to hear it.”

You laughed bitterly, whipping around to face him. “You needed to explain years ago. When I was crying in the corridors wondering what I did wrong. When I waited for you like a fool.”

Draco’s jaw tightened. He looked like he was in physical pain.

“I got the Mark.” The words dropped like stones. “The Dark Lord… he knew how close we were. He would have used you against me. Tortured you. Killed you to keep me in line.” His voice cracked slightly. “I distanced myself to protect you. It was the only way I knew how.”

You stared at him, chest heaving. The confession hung between you like smoke.

“You could have told me,” you whispered, voice shaking with years of hurt. “You could have trusted me.”

“I couldn’t risk it.” He took another step closer. “Not when your life was on the line.”

The tension in the room thickened until it felt like you were breathing through honey. Anger, longing, resentment, and something hotter swirled between you. His eyes dropped to your lips for half a second.

“You broke me,” you said, stepping closer despite yourself. “And now you think you can just walk back in here-”

“I never stopped thinking about you.” His voice was rough, desperate. “Every fucking night. The stars you used to show me… I looked for them and only saw you.”

You were inches apart now. You could see the faint scar on his lip, the way his pupils were blown wide.

“Get out,” you whispered, even as your fingers curled into the front of his robes.

Draco’s hand came up, hesitant, then cupped your jaw. His thumb brushed your bottom lip.

“Tell me to leave again,” he murmured, voice dark, “and I will.”

You didn’t.

Instead, you crashed your lips against his.

The kiss was years of pent-up fury and longing. Teeth and tongue, his hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise as he backed you against the sturdy wooden desk. Star charts fluttered to the floor.

“You hate me,” he growled against your mouth, nipping your bottom lip.

“I do,” you gasped, tugging his hair hard enough to make him groan.

Draco lifted you onto the desk with ease, stepping between your thighs. His mouth moved to your neck, sucking marks into your skin like he wanted everyone to see.

“Then hate me while I fuck you,” he said, voice wrecked. “Because I can’t stay away anymore.”

You moaned as his hands pushed your robes up, fingers digging into your thighs. The tension that had simmered for years finally snapped, angry, desperate, and devastatingly good. His lips found yours again, slower this time, almost reverent, even as his hips rolled against yours.

The stars outside the tower windows watched silently as two broken souls finally collided.

Draco didn’t waste another second.

His mouth claimed yours again, hungry, punishing, like he was trying to erase every year of silence between you. You kissed him back just as fiercely, nails digging into his shoulders through his black robes. The Astronomy tower was quiet except for the sound of your ragged breathing and the faint rustle of parchment falling to the floor as he shoved everything off the wide oak desk.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he growled against your throat, teeth grazing your pulse point. His hands were everywhere, sliding up your thighs, pushing your deep blue robes higher until the cool air hit your skin. “Every time I saw you in the halls back then… fuck, I wanted to drag you into an empty classroom and ruin you.”

“Then why didn’t you?” you hissed, yanking his belt open with shaking fingers. “Instead you left me like I was nothing.”

His answer was a low, broken sound as he shoved your robes up to your waist. One hand slipped between your legs, fingers pressing against your already soaked underwear. You gasped sharply, hips jerking forward.

“Because touching you would have gotten you killed,” he whispered hotly against your ear. Two fingers pushed your panties aside and slid into you without warning. “But I dreamed about this tight little cunt every night.”

You moaned loudly, head falling back as he curled his fingers deep inside you, stroking that perfect spot with practiced precision. The years apart hadn’t dulled his memory of your body. If anything, he seemed even more desperate now, like a man starved.

“Draco-” His name broke on your lips as he dropped to his knees in front of the desk.

He ripped your panties down your legs and buried his face between your thighs. His tongue was relentless, lapping at your clit, sucking it into his mouth while his fingers kept thrusting. You gripped his platinum hair hard, grinding against his face, anger and pleasure twisting together until you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

“You taste even better than I remembered,” he groaned, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. He ate you out like he was trying to apologize with his mouth, messy, filthy, perfect. When your thighs started shaking, he doubled down until you came hard on his tongue, crying out his name as stars burst behind your eyelids.

You were still panting when he stood up, lips glistening with your release. He kissed you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue, while he freed his cock from his trousers. He was rock hard, flushed dark, and leaking at the tip. The sight made your mouth water even as fresh anger flared in your chest.

Draco gripped your hips and pulled you to the edge of the desk. “Look at me,” he ordered, voice rough.

You met his stormy grey eyes as he pushed into you in one slow, deep thrust. The stretch was exquisite, almost too much after so long. You both moaned at the same time, foreheads pressed together.

“Fuck… you feel like heaven,” he breathed, starting to move. His thrusts were deep and punishing, hips snapping against yours as the desk creaked beneath you. “So fucking tight. Mine.”

“I’m not yours,” you gasped, even as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. Every thrust dragged against that perfect spot inside you, making you see stars that had nothing to do with Astronomy.

“You are,” he snarled, biting down on your shoulder as he fucked you harder. “You’ve always been mine. Even when I couldn’t touch you.”

The tower filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, your broken moans, and his low curses. He reached between you to rub tight circles on your clit, driving you toward the edge again. Your second orgasm hit even harder than the first, walls clenching around him as you cried out.

Draco followed right after, burying himself deep with a guttural groan as he came inside you, hips stuttering through the aftershocks.

For a moment, everything was quiet. Just heavy breathing and the distant hoot of an owl outside the tower windows. His arms stayed wrapped around you, face buried in your neck like he was afraid you’d disappear.

Then reality crashed back in.

You pushed at his chest until he stepped back, his softening cock slipping out of you. Quickly, you fixed your robes, ignoring the way his release was slowly dripping down your thigh. Your hands were still shaking.

Draco watched you with a mixture of satisfaction and heartbreak in his eyes. “Y/N… stay. Please. We can..”

You cut him off by stepping down from the desk, legs unsteady. You looked at him one last time, flushed cheeks, messy hair, lips still swollen from your kisses, and felt that familiar ache twist in your chest.

“I still hate you,” you said coldly, voice steady despite everything.

Then you turned and walked out of the classroom, leaving Draco Malfoy standing alone among the fallen star charts and the heavy silence of everything left unsaid.

Theo Nott loved the chase.

He loved the way your breathing turned ragged, the way your eyes widened with real fear when you realized he was right behind you. No matter how many times he let you run, you never learned. He would always catch you. And when he did… he made sure you remembered who you belonged to.

Tonight was no different.

You were dragged out of the basement by the ropes binding your wrists, a strip of duct tape sealed tight over your mouth. The cool night air hit your bare thighs as Theo pulled you toward the edge of the dense forest that surrounded his isolated property. He stopped at the treeline, holding the rope like a leash, forcing you to face the dark woods.

His masked face leaned close, voice low and cruel. “You know how this works, little prey.”

He ripped the tape off your mouth in one harsh pull. You winced, tears instantly springing to your eyes.

“Please, Theo… let me go,” you begged, voice cracking.

He clicked his tongue, almost mockingly, and sliced through the ropes on your wrists with a knife. His grip on your arm stayed bruisingly tight.

“I’m feeling generous tonight,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “Thirty seconds head start. Run.”

He shoved you forward hard. You stumbled, then bolted.

Your heart hammered as you sprinted into the trees, counting frantically in your head. Twenty eight… twenty seven… Branches whipped at your skin, roots tried to trip you, but you kept running. You pushed harder than ever before, lungs burning, legs aching. The distant sound of cars on the road gave you a surge of desperate hope.

Freedom. It was so close.

You broke through the last line of trees, the road just ahead. Headlights flashed by. A sob of relief left your throat as you pumped your sore legs faster

A hard body slammed into you from behind, tackling you to the ground.

The air was knocked out of your lungs. The brief flash of hope on your face melted into pure terror as Theo’s dark chuckle filled your ear.

“Aww, you really thought I’d let you get away?” He flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your dress up over your hips. “Cute.”

You barely had time to cry out before he shoved your panties to the side and rammed his thick cock into you in one brutal thrust. Your cunt clenched hard around the sudden stretch, a broken moan tearing from your throat.

“P-please… stop..!” you sobbed, even as your body betrayed you, growing wetter with every savage thrust.

Theo forced your head up by your hair, making you stare at the road just meters away. “Look at it. Look how fucking close you were.” He groaned as he pounded into you, hips slapping loudly against your ass. “You were almost free, baby… and still you ended up with my cock buried in this greedy little pussy.”

He smacked your ass hard, over and over, the sharp sting making you cry out. Each punishing thrust pushed you harder into the dirt. Your fingers dug into the ground as he used you like an animal.

“Fuck...you’re getting better at running,” he panted, voice dark with pleasure. “Gonna have to make the head start shorter next time… or maybe tie your hands behind your back.”

He pulled out suddenly, flipped you onto your back, and shoved your legs wide open. This time he sank back in slower, letting you feel every inch stretching you open. His hand wrapped around your throat as he fucked you deep and steady, eyes locked on your tearstreaked face.

“Look at me while I ruin you,” he growled. “This is what you were made for. Running. Getting caught. Taking my cock like a good little toy.”

Your moans grew louder despite yourself. The fear, the adrenaline, and the relentless drag of his cock against that perfect spot inside you were too much. Your walls fluttered around him as an unwanted orgasm crashed over you.

Theo laughed darkly. “That’s it. Come on the cock that owns you.”

He didn’t stop. He fucked you through it, then pulled out and flipped you onto all fours. He took you again like that hard, fast, animalistic, his fingers digging bruises into your hips while he railed you. Another smack landed on your already red ass.

When he finally got close, he yanked you up by your hair and shoved his cock down your throat, fucking your face until he came with a deep groan, spilling hot and thick straight into your mouth.

“Swallow,” he ordered.

You did, trembling.

Theo tucked himself away, then hauled you up over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. You were too exhausted to fight as he carried you back through the forest toward the old looking house.

Back in the basement, he laid you on the bed he kept down there for you and chained one ankle to the wall. He brushed damp hair from your face almost tenderly, a twisted smirk on his lips.

“You’ll never escape me,” he said softly, thumb tracing your swollen bottom lip. “But you keep trying… and I keep enjoying breaking you all over again.”

He leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Rest up, little prey. We’re doing this again tomorrow night.”

It had been two months since Draco stole you.

Two months since he’d slipped something into your drink at the party, carried your unconscious body to Malfoy Manor, and locked you away in the hidden cellar beneath the estate. At first you fought him like a wild animal, screaming, clawing, crying. You hated him. You told him so every single day.

But hate was a fragile thing when someone fucked you as relentlessly as Draco Malfoy did.

Every evening he descended the stone steps still dressed in his Death Eater mask and robes, the sight alone enough to make your stomach twist with a confusing mix of fear and heat. He no longer asked. He simply took.

And now… you craved it.

You craved the way his thick cock stretched you open. The way he used you. The taste of him on your tongue.

And now, Draco’s fingers were tangled tightly in your hair, using it like a handle as he fucked your throat with deep, merciless strokes. Spit dripped down your chin while you gazed up at him with wide, glassy doe eyes, mascara smudged from earlier tears of pleasure.

“Yeah? You like this, don’t you?” he growled, voice low and cruel. “You love choking on my cock like a good little whore.”

You moaned around him, the vibration pulling a hiss from his lips. He suddenly pulled you off his cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his glistening length. Before you could catch your breath, he flipped you around and slammed you against the cold stone wall.

He thrust into your dripping cunt in one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt. You cried out loudly, the sound echoing through the cellar.

“Mm, yes, Draco! Right there...” you moaned, eyes rolling back as he started pounding into you.

His hand wrapped around your throat from behind, yanking your head back so he could growl against your ear.

“You love my cock, don’t you, whore?” He slowed his thrusts just enough to tease you, dragging every inch along that perfect spot inside. “Say it.”

“I love it,” you whimpered, nodding frantically, biting your lip. “I love your cock… I love what you do to me.”

His smirk widened, dark and satisfied. He slammed into you harder, fucking you so deep your toes barely touched the ground. Your moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure as he ruined you against the wall.

Just when you were about to come, he pulled out, spun you around, and forced you back onto your knees. He shoved his cock back into your mouth and came down your throat with a deep groan, hips stuttering as he emptied himself completely. You swallowed every drop like the obedient girl he’d trained you to be.

When he finally pulled out, he gripped your jaw tightly, forcing you to look up at him.

“You love me now, don’t you?”

Your voice was hoarse, raw, and needy.

“Yes, Draco… I love you.”

A dark, pleased chuckle left his lips. He stroked your cheek almost tenderly with his thumb.

“Good girl. Keep behaving like this…” He leaned down, brushing his lips against your ear. “Maybe I’ll let you out of this cellar soon.”

He released you, straightened his robes, and climbed the stairs without another word, leaving you panting, dripping, and aching on the cold floor.

Brothers bsf!Draco

It was only supposed to be one drunken accident. One night. One mistake.

But neither of you could stay away after that.

Now you were face down in your own bed, teeth sunk into your pillow to stay quiet while Draco fucked you hard from behind. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, dangerously loud with your brother sleeping just one thin wall away. Every brutal thrust forced a muffled moan out of you.

You lifted your head just enough to gasp, voice hoarse and wrecked from how deep you’d taken his cock down your throat earlier.

“Fuck… more, Draco”

He immediately shoved your face back into the pillow, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. Leaning over you, he pressed his chest to your back, lips brushing your ear as he growled:

“Shut the fuck up. If your brother finds out what a desperate little slut you are for me…” He groaned low as your pussy clenched around him. “I won’t stop. I’ll let him hear exactly how you sound when I ruin you.”

His hips snapped harder, cock driving deep and ruthless. You were so close. Right on the edge when he suddenly pulled out with a filthy groan. Hot ropes of cum painted your back as he stroked himself through it, breathing ragged.

“Such a fucking whore,” he chuckled darkly, voice low enough not to carry. He scooped some of his release off your skin with two fingers, then fisted your hair and yanked your head back. “Open.”

He pushed his fingers into your mouth, letting you taste him. His breath was hot against your ear as he whispered, “You love the way I taste, don’t you?”

You nodded eagerly, sucking his fingers clean while looking up at him with glassy eyes. Draco’s smirk widened.

“Good girl.” He pulled his fingers free with a wet pop and stood up, tucking his spent cock back into his pants. “Clean yourself up before your brother wakes up.”

Theodore Nott had barely closed the front door behind him before he dropped into the desk chair in his darkened room, powering on his PC. The multiple hidden cameras he’d installed while he was at your house earlier that evening flickered to life one by one. He leaned back, a slow, satisfied smirk tugging at his lips as the feeds loaded.

He watched you move through your familiar evening routine. You ate dinner at the kitchen counter, then padded to your bedroom, pulling out a soft sleep set before disappearing into the bathroom. Theo’s eyes darkened when the bathroom camera feed enlarged on his screen. The steam was already starting to fog the lens slightly as you turned on the shower.

You began stripping without hesitation, letting your clothes pool on the floor. Naked. Perfect. His breath hitched as he drank in every inch of you—bare skin glowing under the warm lights, the curve of your spine, the way your tits moved when you reached for your playlist. The music started, and you stepped under the spray.

Theo palmed himself through his pants, already half-hard. “Fuck, amor…” he muttered, voice low and rough.

You massaged shampoo into your scalp with a soft groan that went straight to his cock. He imagined replacing your fingers with his own, tugging your hair, tilting your head back so he could kiss down your throat while he fucked you against the tiled wall. He’d make you scream his name until your legs gave out and he had to carry you to bed.

He pulled his cock free, stroking slowly at first as you lathered your body wash over your skin. The same scent sat on the shelf in his own bathroo, he used it every day just so he could smell you whenever he wanted. His grip tightened when you turned, giving him a full view of your ass and the slick trail of soap sliding down between your thighs.

His thumb rubbed over the leaking tip of his cock as he watched you sway to the music, completely unaware. Your hands glided down your body, over your breasts, your stomach, between your legs. Theo’s strokes grew faster, hips jerking up into his fist.

“Shit.. just like that, baby,” he growled under his breath, eyes locked on you. His head fell back for a moment, a deep groan tearing from his throat, but he forced himself to look again. He couldn’t miss a second.

As your shower began winding down, the pressure became too much. His cock twitched hard in his hand, and with a choked moan of your name, he came. Thick ropes of cum landed across his desk and onto the monitor, streaking the image of your naked body. He kept stroking himself through it, hips stuttering, until every drop was spent.

Breathing hard, Theo grabbed a tissue and wiped the screen clean, then tucked himself back into his pants. He didn’t turn off the feed. Instead, he settled back in his chair and continued watching as you dried off, slipped into your sleep set, and eventually climbed into bed.

Only once your breathing had deepened and you’d drifted off to sleep did he finally allow himself a soft, dangerous smile.

Soon you wouldn’t just be his best friend.

You’d be his.