#request from reader

his hands slowly glided against your skin, barely even making a sound as the hair against your arms perked up. “if.. you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to..” he mumbled, his doe eyes pointed forwards at you, lips slightly ajar as you sat at the head frame of his small twin bed. “neville, we’re already here.. why not? you know i love you.. and.. and this wont change how i feel about you. neville if we could leave now, i would marry you. you are my forever.” you begged, hands placed upon his thighs. you glanced downwards, slowly dragging your nails across his brown corduroy colored pants, reaching his hips. “you know it’ll be alright, don’t you? you won’t hurt me.” his hands quickly fling from your body, onto the sides of his button up. “you are sure? 100% sure, right?” he stutters, fiddling with the ends of his cuff. “hurry up and kiss me.” you snapped, pulling his face towards yours, connecting your lips in a fluid motion. he slowly moves you downwards, laying on top of the small twin bed, throwing every distraction off, focusing his attention on removing his collared shirt. “i’m.. i’m sorry i can’t seem to remove this!” he groans, creating a battle between him and the collared shirt. “neville, don’t you want a little help?” you smirk, pulling him back down, almost popping each button as you continue your battle for dominance throughout the breathy kisses. he slowly inches closer, wrapping your legs more around his waist, pressing himself against you. in a fit of anticipation he lets out a small groan, eyes widening as he notices you letting a small smile peek through your lips. through the kisses you mumble, “don’t you want to see what i’m wearing?” and with those few words, a different switch is turned, neville rushes to move backwards, delicately removing the buttons from your top, pressing soft kisses beneath the peaks of skin flushing through as the shirt slowly falls to the floor. “neville, c’mon.. i.. i don’t think i have the strength to continue on this slow..” you squeaked. you could feel his smile pressed against your lower abdomen as he tugged harshly onto your pants. “what was that? you want me to move slower?” he said, obviously teasing you as he slowly moved his fingers across your hip bones, undoing the buttons ever so slowly. “you know i don’t like to be teased, longbottom. not here, not now.” you interject, pushing your hips forward to help guide the process along. in a swift motion, he was able to remove your pants as well as your undergarments. he dips his head down, slowly pushing your legs towards the sides, and in a quick motion before he began kissing your clit to be gentlemanly. his tongue is careful at first, experimental lickes before he lays his tongue flat - with a soft rhythm, slowly increasing his pace to your pleasure. he begins to speed up, his speed the only testament on how far he may push you as you began to twitch, dragging your fingers through his hair in a rash motion. the knot in your stomach becoming more and more wound up as he continues, lapping his tongue against your clit, locking eyes with you as he enjoys his view. “oh.. neville.. please.. hurry..” you breathe out, the words coming out airy and flustered sounding. you can feel your cheeks going a deep ruby again, embarrassed but also too turned on to whimp out now, reaching your climax as you grab his head, pulling him in closer to finish, your legs becoming weak within his grasp. when he pulls back from your lips, there’s a small string of saliva connecting you two still, broken only when he speaks in an unsure tone, “did... did i do good, y/n?” you are left speechless as you try to regain your breath, heart pounding as you rest backwards onto your elbows, “good?”, you breathe out, “that was... amazing..” his eyes shoot up with pupils dilated, “do you.. think we could go further?” he mumbles over his words, wiping his cheeks, staring back at your breathless state. “now that we’ve started, i don’t think we could stop..”

the aroma filled the air, bringing a hunger to me that i wasn't aware of earlier... or perhaps it's familiar. i let my feet take me to the kitchen and my eyes feast on the cookies that are almost ready as a pair of hands snake around my waist, “what is that delicious scent?” he questions with a soft hint of playfulness in his voice; “oh..? the cookies i’ve been baking for hours? you couldn’t tell by the mess?”. he scans the room in thought as he finally notices the mess, flour scattered across your green apron encrested with a letter B, the endless amount of bowls scattered in the kitchen, and the overwhelming scent of freshly baked cookies and old books. “is there anything going on? stressed? do you need me to head out? i can grab us a few butterbeers and see if pince will let me borrow the book you have been so desperately longing for in your sleep?”. his thoughtlessness warmed your heart as you fell towards his touch, never have you felt so loved in your entire existence, nonetheless - he made you feel as if the world around you, the sick twisted world, was nothing compared to the love you shared. “who told you i was begging for that book? listening to my conversations in moaning myrtles bathroom?” you giggled, trying to snake your way out of his touch to pull the cookies out of the oven. “you act like we are not bound at the hip, my love! i know everything about you, and what you want, or need... i mean.. hopefully i am what you need also!” he stuttered out, glancing downwards at his feet, almost tripping over every small word spoken. you almost felt as if he was insecure, but quickly, you reassured him that he was your forever. your angel sent from heaven above. and to him, you were much more than an angel, more like his entire life reasoning.