His voice was dripping with malice, the sarcasm making you huff in annoyance and snatch the remainder of the drops out of his hand.

“If it’s not that serious, then join someone else’s group.” Your response was snarkly, and you continued to try to measure out the drops you could from what remained. You wanted to work alone— begged to work alone. But of course Snape wouldn’t allow it, why would he ever take a suggestion from someone that wasn’t from his house.

“That’s impossible, partners are assigned by who you’re sitting next to,” Theo stated matter-a-factly, and he had a winning smirk on while he said it, “and unfortunately for me I got you.”

You wanted to ignore his words, but almost as if you both couldn’t help yourselves, you continued to bicker back and forth. It was like you couldn’t fight the urge to just shut him up. He knew how to push your buttons until you cracked under pressure every single time. Even within the first interaction, glancing over at the mess of spilled liquids on your desk from his constant annoyance, you were sure you hated Theodore Nott.

“Aw,” Theodore’s voice was rough, a mocking smile on his face as he dragged a finger down your cheek slowly, “look at the mess you made in my bed..”

He sucked his teeth, tilting his nose up and making you moan in sensation as he curled his finger up inside you deeper and stared at your face for a reaction. He had you laying down across his lap, back arching against his thighs in distress and he moved his fingers in and out of your squelching sex almost tauntingly slow.

You don’t know how you both got here— how after years of despising him and thinking you could go the rest of your life without speaking to him to somehow always finding your way in his bed. You tried to fight it but you couldn’t help the obvious— Theodore Nott was a good convincer.

“Who’s gonna clean that up?” He taunts, and uses his other hand to grip your chin and lick the drool slipping from your lips.

The wetness from the previous orgasm sat uncomfortably between your legs onto Theo’s bed and down your bare skin in a way that almost would’ve made you feel embarrassed had it not been for the extra finger Theo added as he twisted his fingers in and out of you with a harsh grip on your chin.

“No words now?” He bites, and you release a harsh moan at his fingers hitting your g-spot as he flexed his fingers.

“Fuck—” you breathed out, arching your back again and gripping tightly onto Theo’s shirt, “Theo pleaseee.”

You whined, and Theo turned his lips down into a mocking frown at your desires. He had been fingering you for long enough to make you have to beg for him- you needed to feel him.

“Please doesn’t help, Tesoro.” he says through the pout, and sneaks his fingers outside of your wet core. It’s sinful to watch as he stares at your juices follow his fingers until they reach his lips and tongue in an almost hungry greed.

He hums at the taste, and uses the hand forcing your chin to put the same fingers in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around, and your eyes were nearly closed deliriously from the orgasm Theodore yet again managed to rip from you. The room smelled of sweat, and the dim light from a burning candle illuminated the darkness of desire written in Theo’s sardonic stare.

“Maybe if you keep begging,” He ridicules you, his hand inching further down again and sending a small quick slap to your throbbing core, “I’ll help you clean it up this time.”

new theodore nott fic coming soon! thank you, and again please show love if you like what i write! i accept criticism, advice, & compliments (preferably compliments lol)

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