"you think you’re so cute, huh? so fucking smart, aren’t you?" he hissed, pulling you off his cock for a moment and leaning down, his ragged, smoke-smelling breath hot against your skin. you swallowed a thick mixture of his precum and your saliva, feeling your throat constrict after at least ten minutes of non-stop pounding. your lips were swollen and stretched out, your chin dripped with liquid, the stains at the front of your blouse rapidly growing in size.

a strong slap landed on your cheek, causing your head to snap to the side. your ‘ow’ was loud and high, but it did nothing to make theo even wince. he squished your cheeks between his fingers, his darkened eyes almost drilling a hole in yours with their intensity. the muscles of his jaw rolled back and forth, his nose scrunched up in contempt.

"where’s the fucking attitude, huh?" he shook your face in his hold, making your head go dizzy for a moment, and yet you couldn’t deny the wetness that pooled between your thighs at the gesture – at every one of them, really. maybe you were sick for it, but your body had its own story to tell.

"yeah, thought so." theo scoffed at the lack of your reply; the only sounds that came out of you were the rapid, shallow breaths you took due to the exertion of sucking him off so furiously. he fixed you with another look of disdain and then, without any warning, spit right on your face. his saliva trickled down the side of your nose, making you wince – not that it was the first time, yet it still felt equal parts as degrading as it was arousing. you had half a mind to spit back, but then realized you’d probably end up with a completely dysfunctional throat.

theo smirked darkly, the anger still seeping through his every pore, and dragged his fingers all over your face, smearing his saliva over your cheeks and lips. then, without any real resistance on your part – was it the lack of strength, or was it the buzzing ache in your lower belly, you couldn’t quite place it – he shoved his fingers into your mouth, making you gag; your hands flew up to his thighs to steady yourself, but he shook them off, slapping you once more. your skin stung, and your brows were furrowed, but it didn’t deter theo in the slightest.

"keep still," he muttered, pressing at the base of your tongue. your gag reflex flared up, and you felt the familiar churning in your stomach as you tried to hold back as much as possible. before you were ready to give in and just throw up, theo took his fingers out of your mouth, providing a brief sense of relief, but then immediately replaced them with his cock.

the gagging never stopped; in fact, it only got worse as theo started roughly thrusting into your throat again, his hips moving in a quick, steady rhythm. your hair was in his painful hold, tight against his body; no way you could pull away, even though your throat was sore and aching.

"’s all you’re good for," theo rasped out through his low groans, the smirk obvious in every word that left his mouth. "a fucking cocksleeve, yeah? stupid little thing, but fits my cock so well, shit–"

you hummed incoherently around his length, trying at least an attempt to express your disagreement, but it only made your throat open some more, and the tip of theo’s cock hit deeper. you could feel the bitterness of bile rising to the top, but the huge, throbbing erection was an obstacle that kept it at bay. theo could clearly see the way your body trembled, and for a moment, he held you down, your nose pressed right into the trimmed hair on his pelvis.

"so, cara," he drawled, his fingers running along your scalp in almost soothing motions, even though they were anything but. "you still think i have a small dick, hm?"

you couldn’t reply even if you wanted to but still tried to move your head in a ‘no’. theo huffed, finding your squirming to be amusing, and his free hand glided around your neck, feeling the bulge his cock created at the front of it. you were breathing through your nose, or at least attempting to, but it didn’t really help: every single twitch of theo’s steel-solid length made you gag a little over and over again. your entire cleavage was soaked in your own drool at this point, and it was obvious that theo would have something to say about it later.

"you don’t think so?" he raised an eyebrow, as if your admittance was a surprise. he started stroking himself through your throat, fingers curling into your skin, and somehow, it felt even more humiliating than simply being throat-railed: he wasn’t even using it anymore, your body being just a means to jerk himself off. "cazzo, you feel so fucking good silent."

theo let his head fall back against the wall, groaning as his hand sped up. the other one pressed you even further into his crotch, and seconds later, you felt thick, hot spurts of cum spilling inside you one after the other. the throbbing of his cock almost choked you, added to the pressure of his hand from the outside, and you pushed at his thighs, trying to finally get him out of you. it seemed like he didn’t want you to actually die – good – because he let go, pushing you head back in return. the emptiness you felt after letting go of his still half-hard dick was strangely disappointing, the sickeningly pleasant buzz in your soaked pussy only intensifying. you sucked in the drool connecting your swollen lips to theo’s cock and wiped them with the back of your hand; it didn’t help much, you were still completely drenched.

knowing you wouldn’t get anything more, you sighed and stood up on wobbly legs, taking a couple of steps towards the bathroom sink. as you splashed your face with some cold water, you heard a click of a lighter. in the mirror’s reflection, theo was bonelessly slumped against the wall, lighting up a cigarette and taking a deep first drag.

"might need a repeat of that tonight." the words came out along with a swirling cloud of smoke, grey and undoubtedly bitter. you scoffed, rubbing your eyes to get rid of the puffiness but only making it worse in the process.

"you fucking wish," you muttered, but your voice lacked conviction. it was a well known fact that ‘might’ meant ‘will’ in theo’s vocabulary, and you also knew full well that you’d give him what what he asked – no, demanded – for.

theo’s right hand slowly drifts down his own body as his left one rubs at his pounding temple. once it reaches the place between his thighs where his hard cock is supposed to be, he feels it—but it’s wrong. it’s hard as steel… and it’s cold exactly like steel… shit, it’s smooth—exactly like fucking steel.

he feels himself up, and what the actual bloody fuck?! metal bars around his fucking junk?! he shakes his head, as if that might somehow help him sober up, but all it does is send his aching head into a nasty spin.

“look who it is. the big bad bully.”

a mocking voice coming from his right makes poor theo flinch—it’s probably just the alcohol remaining in his bloodstream, but still. embarrassing. you slowly saunter into his sight, skin dripping from the shower, warm steam rolling in your wake like a cloak. completely. fucking. naked. and suddenly, a realization hits theo harder than a bludger mattheo sometimes sends his way during practice just to mess with him.

he’s in your dorm. naked. sick to the very bone. with his cock trapped in a steel cage that you—none other than you—put on it. and this caged cock is currently twitching and drooling all over his thighs like he’s freshly into puberty.

“what, don’t like being on the receiving end?” you coo at him, and he scowls—of course he does, he hates being talked down on. but the way his cock throbs as he helplessly tugs at the cage diminishes any sort of intimidating exterior he might’ve had. for once, he’s vulnerable, and it delights you quite a lot.

“take this fucking— ahh!” theo groans, his balls pulled tight against his body by the cage—and by how insanely swollen they are. “take this fucking thing off,” he slurs out, messy head thrashing against the sweat-dampened pillowcase.

“oh no, nott. no no no no no.” you smirk, taking slow, measured steps towards the bed, taunting him with every single inch of your body on full display—and entirely unavailable. “you really thought you could just, what, fuck me like a slut after years of being a fucking asshole?”

theo did think that. or, more precisely, he didn’t think at all—not when he had as much self-control as a nuclear missile ready for launch. and now he’s paying for it in full as you take a seat on the edge of the bed, eyeing his nearly limp body as if you’re appraising goods—damaged, clearly, so much so they have to be kept in a damn cage.

“i fucking hate you, you—” he coughs weakly, helpless hands trying in vain to get rid of the metal encasing his cock. to no avail; it sits really nicely around his painfully hard length, letting generous spurts of precum coat the unforgiving bars. “you insane bitch.”

“you’re too mouthy for your own good, nott,” you purr, fingers resting dangerously close to his flushed skin, but not quite touching—not that you’re planning to. “you’ve been an insane bitch to me for how long?”

without waiting for his answer, you flick the tip of the cage just a bit—just to hear your nails click sharply against theo’s humiliation and watch him shiver with arousal. you look at the drop of his pre on your finger with exaggerated disgust, wiping it off against his hip, and lean further away.

“now’s time for punishment.”

theo’s head throbs, and he feels like he might throw up and cum any second, simultaneously. the dim light of the candles on your nightstand is too bright, his breathing is too loud in his own ears, and fuck—this is what hell feels like.

“aww, kitty’s got claws,” theo cooed, taking a step closer and unceremoniously grabbing your chin with his hand. he leaned in, his cigarette-stained breath ghosting warmly over your skin. “let’s see if this sharp little tongue stays this sharp when you’re choking on my dick later.”

you scoffed and slapped his annoyingly grabby hand away – an act of defiance you could safely allow with no consequences, at least from a professor. before theo could retaliate, you were already jogging away, flipping him off over your shoulder.

“shove your dick up your own ass, nott.”

he just chuckled, watching your form grow smaller and smaller in the distance before turning around and continuing his journey to the common room. oh, he definitely wasn’t joking about making you gag on his cock later. preferably tonight.