occasional drabbles and recs

The sun had set a few hours ago already and the cold quiet night gave you the perfect excuse to spend the evening reading in bed. The romance book in your hands was a nice distraction from a week filled with assignments and intense study sessions. Of course, it was when you were halfway through the spiciest scene that Theodore decided to disrupt your peace.

"Good evening, dolcezza. In bed already?"

He let himself in without even bothering to knock.

"Quiet night in."

"Can I join?"

Not waiting for an answer, he pulled the covers aside.

"No!" you yelled, seconds before he sat down. "Don't wear your clothes in my bed, please that's disgusting."

He didn't say anything, just smirked and took a few steps back.

You turned your attention back to your book when you heard the tell-tale sound of his belt buckle. You went swimming at the lake on warm days often, but still the intimacy of the gesture threw you off. You forced your eyes on the pages, ignoring what was happening in your room. Next thing you knew, the mattress dips and the cover gets pulled back. When you look to your right, Theodore is staring at you with the most self-satisfied grin you've ever seen on him. The cover hung low, dangerously so, and your eyes trailed down his abs to his lower stomach and you could see his hips and... Oh.

"Theo, what the hell? Are you naked in my bed?" you asked, more flustered now that you had to say it out loud.

"You're the one who said no clothes."

"Stop twisting my words and get out!"

But he didn't move. Instead, he just stared at the ceiling.

"You've never been curious?"

"About?"

"What I'm like in bed."

You scoffed in disbelief. He didn't let you answer though.

"I have. About you."

He looked back at you and you could see in his eyes that he was serious. You weren't sure if it was him or the scene you had just read that made you feel oddly warm.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean being friends with the hottest girl in Hogwarts comes with its fair share of questions."

"Did you strike out tonight? Or maybe hit your head somehow?"

"I'm just saying, tesoro. We've always had fun together, maybe we could have even more fun."

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought of it. Really you'd been secretly hoping for something. Not this. Never in a million years could you have imagined this. But after all, you were curious, and the alternative to that evening was words on a page and a vibrating toy. Might as well get the real thing.

You put your romance book down and sat on top of him before you could get a second thought. His smirk grew wider and his hands immediately found their way to your thighs. Through your nightgown you could feel how hard he already was.

"See? I knew you'd be down," he said with a too proud smile.

You leaned in, exaggeratedly grinding your hips against his. It shut him up instantly. A hushed groan escaped his throat, replacing his snark remarks.

"Thing is," you said, making sure your cleavage was inches from his face, "how could we still be friends after that? You ghost everyone you sleep with."

"You're different, dolcezza." His hands roams over your nightgown, slowly pulling it up your thighs. You firmly hold his hands in place, rolling your eyes at his obvious pick up line.

"Cut the crap, Nott."

He laughed lightly. "y/n, you're my favorite person in the world, I would never ghost you." He stared back into your eyes with a solemn intensity. "I swear."

He intertwined his fingers with yours.

"So this won’t change anything between us?"

"Not a thing," he confirmed, shaking his head.

You pretended to think about it for a minute, as if sitting on him this way hadn't already convinced you a long time ago.

"Fine," you agreed with a detached shrug, "that way you’ll give me feedback on the stuff I can get better at."

You winked and he laughed lightly at the formality of it all.

"Do you want me to write a full report too?"

"It’s not mandatory, but it would be encouraged..." you teased as you leaned in again. "Got anything important tomorrow?"

He frowned. "No, why?"

You closed the gap between your lips and his neck, biting his skin to leave a faint bruise. His grip tightened at your hips, strong enough to give you a matching mark. You'd never thought you'd get to mark Theodore Nott as yours. All the jealousy you'd felt came rushing back, but now it tasted like satisfaction and victory. Even if one night didn't change anything, for you it meant winning over any conquest he'd had. You traced his neck with your lips, kissing his jaw until you were face to face, closer than you'd ever been before. His eyes dropped to your lips and his opened slightly on instinct like this was always meant to happen. Your heart skipped a beat and you could see in his eyes that his did too.

You sat back up, grabbing his shoulder to pull him up with you.

"What about that part?" You asked in a hushed voice. "Would that be crossing a line?"

He smirked. "I know you won’t be able to resist, tesoro."

You pushed him back down, refusing to give him the pleasure of being right. You wanted to pretend to be vexed, but your hands couldn't help reaching for his torso, tracing the defined lines on his stomach.

"Is that your idea of foreplay?" he asked as his fingers trace the inside of your thighs, sending a shiver through your core. "You started off well, but I might have to change my review."

You knew exactly what he wanted you to do but you gave in anyway. You trailed kisses down his chest and let your tongue tease his length before wrapping your lips around his cock. Your movements were slow and deliberate, earning a gasp from Theo. You'd never seen your best friend let his walls down like this. It was intoxicating. You pushed him, all of him, until you could feel him in your throat. He grabbed your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. You wanted all of him, and you needed him to feel how much you wanted it. He could barely restrain the way his hips shot up, and he made no effort to control it when he heard how it made you moan. You didn't expect to like it so much, but he had a way of making you want more. He forced himself to stop, his hips slowing down.

"Come back up, dolcezza." His voice was rugged.

You kissed his chest again on your way up. Before you could catch your breath he had already taken your nightgown off, his hands possessively roaming over your body.

"So you want feedback?" he asked in your ear as he locked an arm around your waist. He pulled you close, his other hand closing around your breast.

"You need me to tell you how perfect your tits are?" He brought his fingers to your jaw, brushing over your lips softly. "Or tell you that your perfect mouth did everything right?"

You couldn't help the whispered moan escaping your lips as his hand dropped from your hips to your ass. He leaned in closer, his lips tickling your ear as he spoke.

"Are the praises turning you on?" He pulled off your underwear with one flick of his wrist. "Or is it because I’m the one saying them?"

His fingers found their way to your core in a heartbeat. You couldn't contain your moans anymore. You tried to fight back, not wanting to give him too much satisfaction hearing how good he was making you feel, but it was useless.

"Don’t hold back those pretty moans now, dolcezza." His strokes were deliberately slow and deep. Oh so deep. "They’re making this so much more fun."

With a third finger he got a loud, sinful sound of pleasure out of you and you could feel his smirk in your neck against your skin.

"Good girl. Taking it so well," he whispered in your neck before letting his tongue tease the spot under your ear.

You felt like you were on fire. Your skin was burning against his, sweat clinging and legs going numb. Slowly, he took back his hand and brought his fingers to his lips.

"Fuck, you taste amazing too." He held you tightly against him, barely containing his hips when your body made contact with his. "Is there anything you can’t do?"

"I don’t know," you said, sitting on top of him. You were determined to earn those praises. "You tell me."

You straddled his lap and took his length inch by inch slowly enough to make him lose his mind. He threw his head back and his hands dug into the flesh of your thighs.

"Something wrong?" you asked with a barely contained smirk.

He looked up at you with adoration in his eyes.

"Wrong? y/n this is heaven."

As if on cue your hips picked up their pace. You felt vulnerable completely exposed on top of your best friend, naked and at his mercy. Yet the way Theo looked up at you made you feel like a goddess. Your disheveled hair cascaded over your shoulders as you arched your back and leaned in, feeling him hit just the right spots. This was so much better than a quiet night in. He sat up, meeting you halfway to bury his head in your cleavage, kissing every inch of them. His tongue danced along your skin and made you shiver. Tension built in your stomach and your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. Just on time, Theo pulled your hair. You gasped as you came undone on top of him. His hips shot up in slow movements to let you enjoy every last second of it.

“Theo…” you started, out of breath and not sure how to continue your sentence.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he flipped the two of you over. His eyes never left yours.

“I love my name in your voice.”

You felt him deeper before you could add anything else. His strokes were deep and measured just enough to make you feel your sanity slipping with every single one. Any book you could read would pale in comparison. He bit your earlobe, and his pace quickened again. There was no point in hiding your moans anymore. You were his, utterly helpless against how good he kept making you feel. Above your moans he said your name in the most sinful way you had ever heard. You’d never be able to get it out of your head. You lifted your hips, the effort making you clench around him. He threw his head back and you knew that it did the trick. When he looked back at you, his eyes had a tell-tale exhaustion glinting in them. He kissed your jaw with a tenderness you didn’t know him capable of and your fingers stroked his hair with a matching softness. His hips slowed but your held on to him, wrapping your legs tighter around him.

“Stay a bit longer.”

“Getting soft on me already?” he whispered, inches from your face.

The soft light added gold flakes to his eyes. You couldn’t help looking down at his lips again. You knew how he tasted now but you wouldn’t know what his lips felt like?

He kissed your forehead with reverence and slowly pulled back before settling next to you.

Of course this wouldn’t change anything between you two. You both agreed it wouldn’t. Maybe it was just the ecstasy of the moment still coursing through your veins that made you think otherwise. You closed your eyes for a minute, enjoying the fresh night air rolling over your still burning skin. A soft touch over your stomach sent shivers down your back. You opened your eyes to see Theodore pulling you towards him, an arm resting lazily around your waist. You put your head up against his chest, taking advantage of the closeness for a few more minutes. You knew it wouldn’t be long before he left.

“So how did i do?” you asked lightly while tracing patterns on his skin. You hoped that the running joke would distract you from the knot forming in your stomach. You wished you didn't have to let go.

He looked back at you with his brows furrowed.

“Whoever made you think you needed to change anything is the biggest idiot on earth.”

You looked up to see his stormy eyes fixated on you. You didn’t have time to ask what he meant. His lips crashed against yours and they tasted like everything you didn’t know you needed. His tongue danced against yours, teeth teasing your bottom lip. He brought fire back to your skin with just one kiss.

"Can you stay tonight?"

"I was hoping to stay longer than that."