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pairings: brother’s best friend!theodore nott x fem!reader
warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, sneaking around, oral (f receiving), semi-public sex (bathroom), dirty talk, pet names, p in v sex obviously, MDNI
A/N: haii. sorry for being so inactive. imma try to post more often. especially your request, because i’ve got SO many to do. btw i didn’t reread the first part, so i’m sorry if this sucks ahh
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pt one here
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three days later.
you couldn't look at your brother without feeling like a walking confession.
enzo sat across from you at the kitchen table, shoveling cereal into his mouth like a man completely oblivious to the fact that his best mate had bent his sister over the hood of a car under an open sky. your mother hummed by the stove, flipping pancakes. everything looked ordinary– too ordinary. the kind of quiet, domestic normalcy that made your skin crawl, because you were anything but.
your phone buzzed in your lap.
you didn't even look down. you already knew who it was.
theo: you're thinking about it right now. aren’t you
your thumb moved before your brain caught up.
you: i'm eating breakfast.
theo: didn't answer my question
theo: bet you’re blushing too
you shoved your phone face-down on the table so hard your fork rattled.
enzo looked up, brow furrowed. "you good? you look-"
"fine," you said too fast. "stomach thing."
he squinted at you for a second longer, then shrugged and went back to his cereal. gullible idiot, you thought fondly. your sweet, oblivious, never-find-out-about-this-or-he-will-actually-kill-theo twin brother.
your phone buzzed again.
you didn't check it until you were back in your room, door locked, back pressed against the wood like you were barricading yourself against a siege.
theo: i'm coming over tonight
you: no you're not
theo: enzo invited me. fifa tournament. apparently i'm ‘obligated’ to defend my title
theo: his words not mine
theo: but we both know i'm not coming for fifa
you: theodore.
theo: amore
you: you cannot fuck me in my childhood bedroom while my brother is downstairs
theo: wanna bet? ;)
your stomach dropped. then flipped. then dropped again like a malfunctioning elevator.
you hated yourself right now. but you were already pulling open your drawer to tind something to wear that wasn't flannel pajamas with wiener dogs or cats on them because apparently you had absolutely zero self fucking respect left.
he showed up at eight.
you heard him before you saw him –the low rumble of his voice in the entryway, your mother's laugh at something he said (traitors, all of them), your brother's enthusiastic finally, took you long enough, you prick."
you stayed in your room.
not because you were hiding. because you were composed. because you had a plan. the plan was to ignore him completely. pretend the last three days hadn't happened. walk past him like he was furniture. let him exist in your peripheral vision without acknowledging that you knew exactly what he sounded like when he fell apart inside you.
solid plan. excellent plan.
you lasted forty-seven minutes.
it was the music that broke you.
you'd come downstairs for water, barefoot in those ridiculous cat pajamas because your dignity had apparently clocked out early, and there he was. sprawled on the couch like he owned it. like he owned you. one arm slung along the back, legs spread in that infuriating way guys did when they wanted to take up as much space as possible.
enzo was in the kitchen, talking to your mother about something.
and theo was looking at you.
not the usual stare - the lazy, mocking one he'd perfected over all those years. this was different. this was hungry. his eyes dragged down your body slow enough that you felt it like a physical touch, and when they reached the little cats printed across your chest, his mouth curved into something devastating.
"cute," he said, voice low enough that only you would hear. "very demure."
"shut up," you whispered.
"come here."
"no."
"come here."
you shouldn't have moved. you knew you shouldn't have moved. but your legs carried you across the room anyway, and before you could think about what you were doing, he looped a finger around your drawstring and gave a gentle tug, pulling you down onto the couch beside him.
not beside him. into him.
his thigh pressed against yours. his hand dropped to your knee, casual, like it belonged there.
"what are you doing?" you hissed.
"watching the match." he didn't even look at the telly. his thumb was tracing circles on the inside of your knee, just above the hem of your shorts. "enzo's distracted. relax."
"i am not relaxing while you have your hand up my–"
"your what, hm?" his voice dropped lower, eyes glittering. “finish that sentence, principessa.”
you couldn't. because enzo chose that exact moment to walk back into the room with a bowl of popcorn and absolutely no idea that his best friend was two seconds away from sliding his fingers past the waistband of your pajama shorts.
enzo dropped onto the other end of the couch. turned on the playstation. handed theo a controller.
"you're going down tonight, nott."
theo's hand squeezed your knee once - hard, warning, promise- before he pulled away and took the controller.
"we'll see about that, berkshire."
you sat there for the next hour and a half, burning alive.
every commercial break, his hand found you again. your thigh, your hip, the small of your back. fleeting touches that lasted just long enough to set your nerves on fire before disappearing like they'd never happened. by the time enzo announced he was "crashing early, huge practice tomorrow," you were so wound up you could barely speak.
enzo clapped theo on the shoulder. "you good to lock up when you leave?"
"yeah. 'course."
"cool. g'night, sis."
"night," you managed, voice only slightly strangled.
the front door closed. your mother's bedroom door followed a moment later. silence settled over the house like a held breath.
theo didn't move. and neither did you.
the clock on the wall ticked. once. twice.
then he set the controller down, very deliberately, and turned to face you.
"your room or right here?"
"theo-"
"your parents are asleep, enzo's out cold, and we have unfinished business." he leaned in, close enough that his lips brushed the shell of your ear. "i've been hard for three hours watching you try not to squirm on the couch. so, which one is it?”
you stood up so fast you nearly knocked over the coffee table.
"my foom. and you're leaving before sunrise."
"wouldn't dream of overstaying my welcome."
he followed you up the stairs like a shadow, silent, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. your hand shook a little when you pushed open your bedroom door.
the second it clicked shut behind him, he pinned you against it.
his body was a wall of heat, and he was everywhere– hands on your hips, mouth on your throat, thigh pressed between your legs before you could even draw breath.
"been thinking about this," he muttered against your pulse point. "every fucking night since the car. you have no idea."
"then tell me," you gasped, fingers twisting in his hair.
he pulled back just enough to look at you. eyes dark. pupils blown. that stupid smirk finally gone, replaced by something rawer.
"i've been jerking off to the memory of you coming on my cock for seventy-two hours," he said flatly.
"theo-"
"so if you could just let me eat you out for approximately the next several hours, that would be great. because i am genuinely losing my mind."
you should have laughed. you should have made fun of him. instead you pulled him down by the collar of his shirt and kissed him like you were trying to crawl inside his chest.
he walked you backward toward the bed, never breaking contact, hands everywhere at once. your shirt came off first – those stupid pajamas you wore, lost somewhere near the desk. then his hoodie. then his shirt, which you yanked over his head so aggressively you heard a seam rip. oops.
he didn't seem to care.
"bed," he ordered against your mouth. "now."
you fell back onto the mattress and he followed you down, settling between your legs like he belonged there. like he'd been mapped to the curve of your thighs. his mouth found your stomach first –open-mouthed kisses trailing down, down, down, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts.
"lift your hips, amore."
you did. he pulled your shorts and underwear off in one motion, tossing them somewhere across the room, and then he just looked at you. spread out underneath him. bare. wanting.
"fuck," he breathed. "look at you."
"theo, please-"
"please what? use your words." he was grinning now, that horrible gorgeous grin, settling onto his stomach between your legs.
"you know i like it when you beg."
"I'm not begging-"
his mouth found you before you could finish the sentence.
flat tongue, broad stroke, from entrance to clit in one slow, devastating lick. your back arched off the mattress. a sound came out of you that was embarrassingly close to a sob.
"there she is," he murmured against you, and the vibration sent sparks up your spine.
"that's what i wanted to hear."
he worked you like a man possessed – alternating between broad strokes and pointed flicks of his tongue, sucking your clit into his mouth just long enough to make you see stars before easing off and starting the torture all over again. one finger slipped inside you. then two. curling, searching, finding that spot that made your thighs shake and your hands fist in the sheets.
"right there- theo- please–"
"please what? let yoy come for me?" he lifted his head just enough to look at you, chin glistening, eyes wild. "that's the plan, baby. i'm not stopping until you come on my tongue. and then i'm going to make you do it again."
you came with his name tearing out of your throat, back bowed, vision whiting out at the edges. he didn't stop. kept licking, kept sucking, kept pushing until you were writhing away from him, oversensitive and shaking.
"one more," he said, not a question. "you can give me one more. c’mon, bella."
"ican't-"
"yes you can." he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, gentle, almost sweet. "one more and then i'll fuck you. promise."
your body believed him before your brain did. the second orgasm built faster, sharper, crashing over you while he watched with hungry eyes. you came apart on his tongue and he smiled like you'd given him a fucking gift.
"good girl," he murmured, crawling up your body. "my good girl."
you were too wrecked to argue about the possessiveness of that statement. you just pulled him down and kissed him instead– tasted yourself on his lips, and merlin- felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh through his jeans.
"off," you demanded, tugging at his belt.
"now."
he made quick work of his jeans and boxers, kicking them off the bed, and then he was there– bare, heavy, leaking against your hip. you reached down and wrapped your hand around him just to watch his face crumple.
"fucking hell-"
"you talked so much shit earlier," you said sweetly, stroking slow. "where's all that confidence now, nott?"
his answer was an amused chuckle and a sudden reversal of positions – one moment you were on bottom, the next he'd flipped you onto your stomach and hauled your hips up, dragging you onto your knees.
he pushed in - one thick, burning stroke - and you dropped your forehead to the pillows and screamed.
"shh, shh, baby." his hand covered your mouth, not hard, just there. "gotta be quiet. remember? enzo’s down the hall."
you nodded frantically, tears pricking at your eyes from the stretch, the fullness, the way he was already pulling back and slamming in again.
"that's it. take it. take all of me, principessa, i know you can."
he fucked you like that for what felt like hours-deep, punishing strokes that had you biting the pillow to muffle your moans. one hand on your hip, the other tangled in your hair, pulling just enough to tip your head back.
"look at you," he praised, voice breaking. "so fucking perfect. taking my cock like you were made for it. were you made for it, amore? made to be fucked by your brother's best friend in your childhood bed?"
"theo-"
"answer me."
"yes-"
"yes what?"
"yes, i was made for it, i was made for you, please, i'm so close-"
he reached around and found your clit with three quick rubs, and that was it. you came undone - shaking, sobbing, clamping down on him so hard he swore and buried himself to the hilt and followed, pulsing hot and deep, forehead pressed between your shoulder blades.
for a long moment, neither of you moved.
then he pulled out slowly– carefully - and you felt the mess of it dripping down your thighs. he grabbed something from your nightstand; a t-shirt, one of yours -obviously, and cleaned you up with shocking gentleness.
"gonna get water.” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "be right back”
you didn't have the energy to argue.
he was back a minute later with a glass and a damp washcloth, and he cleaned you more thoroughly this time –between your legs, down your thighs, soft touches that made your chest ache.
"you okay?" he asked, settling back onto the mattress and pulling you against his chest.
"mm." your face was buried in his neck. he smelled like sweat and sex and that stupid cologne. "you're not supposed to be nice to me after. it ruins my hatred, y’know."
he laughed– quiet, rumbling through his chest. "wouldn't want to do that. hate away, amore."
"i will."
"i know."
you fell asleep like that. tangled together. his heart beating under your palm.
you woke up alone.
for a horrible second, you thought he'd left. then you heard it - low voices from downstairs. theo and enzo, talking in the kitchen.
you grabbed your robe and crept to the top of the stairs, pressing yourself against the wall where they couldn't see you.
"-so yeah, don't be late. pansy'll have my head if we miss her party." enzo's voice, casual.
"i'm never late." theo's voice, smooth as ever.
"except for that one time you showed up to my birthday dinner two hours late because you were 'helping an old lady cross the street.’''
"she was very old. and the street was very wide."
enzo laughed. "whatever, man. hey, you want breakfast? mum made enough pancakes to feed a small army."
"can't. gotta head out."
a pause. then enzo's voice, quieter now. "you stayed late. everything okay?"
your heart stopped.
"yeah." theo's voice was unreadable. "fell asleep on the couch. your sister didn't wake me."
lie, you thought. you were very much awake in my bed until three a.m.
"typical," enzo said, and you could hear the eyeroll. "she's been weird lately, you notice? like, extra hostile. did something happen between you two?"
another pause. longer this time.
"nothing happened," theo said finally. "she just doesn’t like me very much."
enzo snorted. "true. okay, well, text me later."
"will do."
the front door opened. closed.
you waited until you heard enzo's footsteps retreating toward the living room before you slipped back into your bedroom and collapsed face-first onto the mattress.
your phone buzzed.
theo: you were listening
you: i was not
theo: you're a terrible spy
theo: come to pansy's party with enzo tonight
you: why
theo: so i can fuck you in pansy's guest bathroom
theo: she has very nice tile
theo: good for your knees
you: you're disgusting
theo: you're coming
you: for fuck’s sake
theo: i meant to the party
theo: well. both :P
you threw your phone across the room. that kinda fell into a habit whenever you talked to him.
then you got up, picked it up, and texted him back.
you: fine. but you owe me
theo: i'll give you anything you want, principessa
theo: just keep looking at me like you aren’t whipped for me
theo: it's the hottest thing i've ever seen
pansy's party was exactly what you expected. crowded. loud. lit by string lights and too many candles to be fire-code compliant. someone had set up a speaker in the corner and the bass thumped through the floorboards like a second heartbeat.
enzo disappeared within five minutes –something about "finding the guys" and "don't wait up, sis" - and you were left holding a warm bottle of whatever that your brother found in the car, and scanning the room for a pair of dark eyes you definitely weren't looking for.
you weren't.
he found you first.
of course he did
"looking for someone, amore?"
you didn't jump. didn't flinch. just turned slowly and found him leaning against the wall behind you, drink in hand, wearing a black button-down with the top three buttons undone like he was actively trying to kill you.
"no," you said flatly.
"yeah?"
"i'm looking for the bathroom, actually."
his eyebrows rose. "already? we just got here."
"needed a minute." you shrugged, aiming for casual. "crowded."
theo pushed off the wall, stepped closer - close enough that his chest almost brushed yours. "i know where it is. pansy redid the guest bath last month."
your breath caught.
he wouldn't.
he would.
"show me," you heard yourself say.
he didn't smile. didn't smirk. just turned and walked toward the back hallway, and you followed like a moth to a flame… like a dog to a bone.
the bathroom was at the end of the hall. black and white tile, just like he'd said. a clawfoot tub. candles flickering on every surface.
theo locked the door behind you.
then he pressed you against the vanity and dropped to his knees.
"what are you-"
"told you," he said, already pushing up the hem of your dress. "good for knees."
you didn't get a chance to respond. his mouth was on you –through your underwear this time, teeth grazing your clit through the damp fabric, and your head fell back against the mirror with a thunk.
"quiet," he reminded you, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties. "party full of people who know your brother."
"then stop making me-"
he pulled your underwear down and licked a broad stripe up your center, and whatever you were going to say dissolved into a choked moan.
"that's it," he murmured against you. "let me take care of you, principessa. let me make you feel good. you deserve to feel good."
you came on his tongue in under two minutes– fast, desperate, teeth sunk into your own fist to muffle the sound. he worked you through it, gentling his touch until you were shuddering and oversensitive, then pressed one last kiss to your inner thigh before standing up.
his mouth was a mess. your fault. your doing.
you pulled him down by his open collar and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips, and he groaned like it hurt.
"need you," he said against your mouth.
"right now. need to be inside you."
"then do something about it, nott."
he spun you around, bent you over the sink, and fucked you from behind with one hand over your mouth and the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. the mirror fogged with your breath. the candles flickered. somewhere beyond the door, music thumped and people laughed and lived their normal lives while you fell apart on your brother's best friend's cock in pansy parkinson's guest bathroom.
you came first. then him. then both of you, slumped against the counter, breathing hard.
"we have to stop meeting like this," you managed.
theo laughed– low, wrecked. "no we don't."
he helped you clean up. fixed your dress. tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with shocking tenderness.
"you look beautiful," he said quietly. "i should tell you that more."
your chest ached.
"don't," you whispered. "don't be nice to me. it makes it harder."
"makes what harder?"
pretending i don't love you, you didn't say.
"hating you," you said instead.
he looked at you for a long moment. something shifted in his expression- something soft and terrifying.
"you don’t hate me, amore. thought we already established that."
"i do."
"you don't." he kissed your forehead, feather-light. "and i don't hate you either. never did."
your throat closed up.
he unlocked the bathroom door, checked the hallway, and slipped out first. you waited a full minute before following, heart pounding, thighs still shaking.
enzo was waiting for you by the front door.
"there you are!" he frowned. "i've been looking everywhere. you okay? you look-"
"fine," you said. "just needed some air."
he squinted at you. "your lipstick’s smudged. your mascara too’”
your blood turned to ice. "what?"
"you been crying or something?"
or something.
"allergies," you said. "pansy's cat."
"pansy doesn't have a cat."
"dust, then. i don't fucking know. can we go home?"
enzo looked at you for another long moment– too long - and you could see the gears turning behind his eyes. but then he just shrugged and pulled out his keys.
"yeah, alright. come on."
you followed him to the car, hyperaware of theo's gaze on your back. when you glanced over your shoulder, he was standing in the doorway, watching you go. phone in hand.
it buzzed a second later.
theo: same time tomorrow?
you smiled despite yourself. typed back.
you: we’re too reckless.
theo: i'll climb through your window
you: i’m on the second floor
theo: i'm very motivated
you bit your lip. slid into the passenger seat. buckled your seatbelt while enzo started the engine.
you: fine. but if you break your neck, i'm telling everyone i pushed you down the stairs
theo: worth it
theo: see you in your dreams, principessa
theo: and then in your bed
you turned your phone off and stared out the window at the dark streets rushing past.
enzo glanced at you. "you're smiling."
"no i'm not."
"you are. that's weird. you never smile."
"maybe i'm just happy to be going home."
"whatever you say."
you glanced at him. he was watching the road, but there was a strange look on his face. something you couldn't quite read.
"enzo?"
"yeah?"
"nothing." you looked back out the window.
"just– thanks for takong care of me. you’re the best brother ever."
"always, sis." a pause. "you know you can tell me anything, right?"
could you tell me what kind of smau you’d like? like best friend theo, enemy theo, dealer theo, brother’s best friend theo, literally anything you have in mind 😭
till then.. i made this little something because i really like theo’s character, and it was fun lol (theo’s reposts, some messages, tweets…)
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lemme know if you guys want more of these random ahh posts. whether it’s for theo or the other guyss (also, theo WOULD play clash royale 😭🙏)
a/n: this was requested by my girl, @heatedrivalryslover. thank you so much for the request, i hope i didn’t disappoint 🫶🫶
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you spend all day pushing mattheo’s buttons… until he finally snaps.
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the day had been a slow, deliberate game of fire, and you had lit every match with a sweet, innocent smile.
it began at breakfast in the great hall. the long slytherin table buzzed with the usual morning chatter, silverware clinking against plates. mattheo sat directly across from you, his dark eyes half-lidded as he sipped his coffee. theodore nott was on your left, as always. you leaned into theo’s space a little too comfortably, reaching for the pitcher of pumpkin juice. your fingers brushed his deliberately; lingering just a second longer than necessary.
“oops,” you murmured, voice soft and playful. “sorry, theo. you always seem to be right where i need you.”
theo smirked, amusement flickering in his cool blue eyes. “easy, amore. some people might get the wrong idea.”
you laughed lightly, the sound carrying just far enough for mattheo to hear. his grip tightened around his mug, knuckles paling, but he stayed silent. only the sharp twitch of his jaw gave him away.
potions class was even better.
professor slughorn had paired you with theo for the day’s complicated draught. mattheo worked alone at the station behind you, close enough to hear every word. you made sure of that.
you bent over the cauldron, deliberately pressing your hip against theo’s as you both ground moonstone into fine powder. “your hands are so steady,” you purred, low and breathy. “i wish i had your precision, theo. everything you do just… feels perfect.”
theo’s lips curved. “flattery will get you everywhere.”
from behind you came the unmistakable sound of wood snapping. mattheo’s stirring rod had broken clean in two. you didn’t turn around. you simply smiled wider and let your shoulder brush theo’s again while you added the next ingredient.
lunch brought the final spark before the blaze.
you slid into the seat between theo and lorenzo, your skirt riding up your thighs just enough to draw eyes. when theo offered you a forkful of strawberry tart, you accepted it with a delighted hum, letting your lips close slowly around the fork while holding his gaze.
“mmm.. delicious,” you sighed, licking a stray crumb from your lower lip. “you always know exactly what i want, teddy.”
lorenzo chuckled under his breath. mattheo, seated further down the table, said nothing. but his fork bent slightly in his fist, and the temperature around him seemed to drop several degrees.
by the time the group returned to the slytherin common room after dinner, the air was thick with anticipation. the emerald fire crackled in the grand hearth, casting dancing shadows over the dark green leather couches and silver serpents coiled along the walls. most students had scattered to their dorms or the library, leaving only your usual circle lingering.
mattheo lounged in his favorite armchair; legs spread wide, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, black curls falling messily into his stormy eyes. but those eyes never left you.
you perched yourself on the wide arm of theo’s chair, crossing your legs so your skirt rode higher, revealing the delicate lace tops of your thigh-high socks. theo was mid-explanation about some obscure dark magic theory, his voice smooth and intellectual. you leaned in closer, resting your hand lightly on his shoulder, your nails tracing slow, lazy circles over the fabric of his shirt.
“gods, theo,” you breathed, voice dripping with honey, “you’re so clever. i could listen to you talk all night long.”
theo’s smirk deepened, clearly enjoying both the praise and the way mattheo’s fingers were digging into the armrest hard enough to leave crescent marks in the leather
“careful, cara,” theo warned lightly. “riddle looks like he’s about two seconds from hexing me into oblivion.”
you tossed your hair over one shoulder and laughed, bright and flirtatious. “oh, he wouldn’t dare. would you, mattheo?”
the silence that followed was deafening.
mattheo rose slowly, every movement deliberate and powerful. the common room seemed to hold its breath as he crossed the space in three long strides. he stopped directly in front of you, towering, his presence swallowing the air around you.
“get up.” his voice was low, rough, velvet dragged over broken glass. “now.”
you tilted your head, batting your lashes with feigned innocence. “but we’re having such a nice conversation–”
his hand closed around your wrist, firm, warm, and unyielding. not painful, but impossible to ignore. “i said now.”
the walk down the dimly lit corridor to his private dorm felt endless. tension crackled between you like live electricity. the moment the heavy oak door clicked shut behind you, mattheo raised his wand and cast a powerful silencing charm. the air thickened, soundproofing the room completely.
he didn’t touch you right away.
he simply stood there in the center of the room, arms crossed over his broad chest, the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up just enough to reveal the sharp lines of muscle and the faint, raised veins tracing along his forearms. his gaze raked over you slowly, possessively, dangerously.
“you’ve been a very, very bad girl today,” he murmured, voice deceptively calm. “all day long you’ve been teasing me. flirting with nott like a desperate little slut. touching him. laughing at his pathetic jokes. letting him feed you from his fork like he had every right.”
you leaned back against the closed door, biting your lower lip. “jealous, riddle?”
a dark, humorless chuckle rumbled from his chest. “jealous?” he took one step closer. “oh, darling… i’m going to make you regret every single second you spent trying to make me lose control.”
he closed the distance in two more strides, backing you against the four-poster bed until the edge of the mattress hit the backs of your knees. his fingers came up, ghosting along your jawline before gripping your chin firmly, forcing your eyes to meet his.
“strip,” he ordered softly. “slowly. and do not look away from me for even a second.”
your fingers trembled with anticipation as you obeyed. you unbuttoned your blouse one button at a time, letting the crisp white fabric slide off your shoulders to pool at your feet, revealing the black lace bra that barely contained your breasts. next came the skirt, shimmying it down your hips with a deliberate sway that made his nostrils flare. you rolled the thigh-high socks down your legs one by one, bending slowly so he could watch every inch of skin being revealed.
when you stood before him in nothing but the matching lace panties, he finally moved.
mattheo pushed you back onto the bed, crawling over you with the grace of a predator. his mouth found your neck immediately, sucking hard enough to bloom deep purple marks against your skin. “these are mine,” he growled against your throat. “every fucking inch of this body belongs to me.”
his lips trailed lower, teeth grazing your collarbone before closing around one lace-covered nipple. he sucked and bit until you arched off the bed with a sharp whimper. he gave the other the same treatment, his large hands roaming possessively – squeezing your waist, digging into your hips, spreading your thighs wide.
“you really think theo could make you feel like this?” he whispered hotly against your damp skin. “think his clumsy hands could learn every curve of you the way mine have?”
you moaned softly, hips twitching, but refused to give him the satisfaction of an answer. he chuckled darkly and hooked two fingers into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs with agonizing slowness.
“look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “already fucking soaked. all that teasing today got this pretty little cunt dripping for me, didn’t it?”
he settled between your spread thighs, broad shoulders keeping you open for him. his tongue traced a slow, torturous path up one inner thigh, stopping just short of your aching center. he repeated the motion on the other side, then blew a cool stream of air directly over your swollen clit.
“mattheo…” you breathed, hips lifting desperately.
“beg.”
“please…”
“please what?”
“please touch me. please put your mouth on me.”
he smirked against your skin. “still not good enough, baby.”
you whined, fingers twisting into the sheets. “please, mattheo… i need your tongue on my clit. i need you to lick me until i cum.”
“good girl.”
his tongue finally dragged through your slick folds in one long, flat stroke. you cried out, hands flying to his dark curls. he devoured you like a starving man– slow, deep licks alternating with fast, precise flicks against your clit. he sucked the sensitive bundle between his lips, humming in satisfaction when your thighs began to shake.
every time you climbed toward release, he pulled back, kissing and biting the soft skin of your inner thighs instead, murmuring filthy praise.
“such a greedy, pretty cunt… dripping all over my tongue. you were made for this, weren’t you? made to be edged and ruined by me alone.”
he edged you four times. four agonizing, perfect times. by the fifth, tears of frustration and overstimulation were slipping down your temples.
when he finally let you cum, the orgasm crashed through you violently. your back arched off the bed, a broken scream of his name tearing from your throat as your walls clenched around nothing. he didn’t stop. he kept licking you through every aftershock, then pushed two long fingers deep inside you, curling them relentlessly against that perfect spot while his mouth sealed around your clit again.
he forced a second orgasm out of you before the first had even faded, then a third, and a fourth – each one stronger than the last. by the time he finally lifted his head, your legs were trembling uncontrollably, your chest heaved, and your voice was hoarse from moaning.
mattheo kissed his way up your body, leaving a trail of fresh hickeys– one on the swell of your breast, another just beneath your navel, a line of them along your ribs. when he reached your mouth, he kissed you deep and claiming, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
“turn over,” he commanded, voice rough.
you obeyed on shaky limbs, moving onto all fours. he pressed a firm hand between your shoulder blades, forcing your chest down against the mattress so your ass was raised high for him.
he took his time undressing behind you, letting you hear every rustle of fabric, the clink of his belt buckle, the soft thud of clothes hitting the floor. when the thick, hot head of his cock finally nudged against your soaked entrance, he teased mercilessly – rubbing it through your folds, tapping it against your swollen clit, coating himself in your wetness.
“tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he demanded.
“you,” you gasped immediately.
“louder.”
“it’s yours, mattheo. only yours.”
he pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, stretching you open until he was buried to the hilt with a deep groan. “fuck… so tight. so fucking perfect for me.”
he started with slow, deep rolls of his hips, letting you feel every ridge and vein. his hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise – more marks of ownership. gradually the pace increased. harder. faster. the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with your breathy moans and his low, possessive growls.
just as you were spiraling toward another shattering orgasm, the words slipped out in a haze of overwhelming pleasure:
“fuck.. theo…”
everything stopped.
mattheo froze completely, buried deep inside you. the silence was deafening. you felt the shift in his body instantly – every muscle tensing, his grip on your hips turning almost painful.
he pulled out slowly, almost gently, then flipped you onto your back so he could look directly into your eyes. his expression had transformed. dark storm clouds of pure anger, disbelief, and raw, dangerous possessiveness swirled in his gaze.
“say that again,” he said, voice deadly quiet.
your bratty side surged despite the warning bells screaming in your head. you met his eyes with a defiant little smile, even as your pussy clenched needily around nothing.
“i said… theo.”
for one heartbeat, he simply stared at you.
then the leash snapped completely.
mattheo slammed back into you with one brutal, punishing thrust that knocked the air from your lungs. “you little fucking slut,” he snarled, voice raw and furious. “does my greedy little slut really think theodore nott could fuck you like this? that he could have you falling apart on his cock this quickly? that pathetic boy wouldn’t even know what to do with a cunt this tight and wet.”
he set a merciless rhythm, hips snapping forward with enough force to make the heavy four-poster bed creak loudly. one large hand wrapped around your throat – not cutting off air, just holding, claiming, reminding you exactly who was in control. his other hand pinched and rolled your nipple hard.
“look at me,” he growled. when your eyes threatened to flutter shut from the intensity, he tightened his grip on your throat just enough to get your attention. “fucking look at me while i ruin this pretty little cunt.”
you moaned loudly, the perfect mix of pain and pleasure shooting sparks through every nerve. he leaned down and bit into the junction of your neck and shoulder, hard enough to make you cry out, then soothed the mark with his tongue.
“say it,” he demanded against your skin. “say you’re mine.”
“i’m yours,” you gasped, voice breaking.
“come on, doll. you can do way better.” he pulled out abruptly, flipped you onto your side, hooked one of your legs over his hip, and drove back inside at a new, devastating angle that hit even deeper. “louder. tell me who owns this pussy. who owns every moan, every orgasm, every fucking inch of you.”
“you do!” you cried, nails digging into his shoulders. “mattheo– fuck–you own me! only you!”
he fucked you relentlessly like that, switching positions whenever the mood struck him, claiming you completely.
he folded you in half on your back, your legs over his shoulders, pounding into you so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach while he watched your face contort in pleasure.
he pulled you on top next, gripping your ass hard as he guided you to ride him fast and desperate. when you started to slow from exhaustion, he slapped your ass sharply. “bounce on my cock like the desperate little whore you are. show me how badly you need it.”
when your thighs began to burn, he flipped you again, pressing your face into the pillows while he took you from behind, one hand fisted tightly in your hair, the other reaching around to rub your clit.
every brutal thrust came with filthy, possessive words growled right against your ear:
“this cunt is mine. these perfect tits are mine. every single moan that leaves your pretty mouth–mine. theo couldn’t last thirty fucking seconds inside you without blowing his load like a pathetic virgin. but me? i’m going to fuck you until the only name you remember is mine. until you can’t walk straight tomorrow without feeling exactly who ruined you.”
you came again– violently– screaming his name as your walls clenched around him. he didn’t slow down. he kept fucking you through it, forcing another orgasm from your oversensitive body right after.
by the time you were a trembling, sobbing, wrecked mess beneath him, tears streaming down your face from the overwhelming pleasure, he finally growled against your ear:
“say it again. say you belong to me. say it like you fucking mean it. need to hear you say it.”
“i belong to you!” you screamed, voice completely hoarse. “only you, mattheo! i’m yours – i’m yours – i’m yours–”
that was what finally broke him.
he buried himself as deep as possible and came with a guttural, satisfied groan, pulsing hot and thick inside you. the feeling of him filling you triggered one final, shattering orgasm that left you shaking violently in his arms.
for a long moment, he stayed buried inside you, his body covering yours protectively as you both came down from the high. his breathing was ragged against your neck.
then the anger melted away, replaced by something softer but no less possessive.
he pulled out gently and gathered you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. he pressed tender kisses to your forehead, your tear-streaked cheeks, the marks he had left all over your neck and breasts. his hands stroked soothing circles over your back and hips, massaging the bruises he had left there.
“shh, baby.. i’ve got you,” he murmured, voice now low and tender. “you were so good for me. my perfect, beautiful girl. i’m so proud of you.”
he reached for his wand on the nightstand and murmured a series of gentle cleaning and soothing charms. a warm, damp cloth appeared; he wiped you down carefully between your legs and over your sweat-slicked skin. then he pulled the heavy blankets over both of you, tucking you securely against his chest. one arm wrapped around your waist, the other hand gently carding through your messy hair.
after several quiet minutes of soft touches and whispered praise, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and murmured with a smug little smirk you could hear in his voice:
“i bet nott couldn’t make you feel even half that good. could he, baby?”
your body was deliciously sore, your mind hazy with exhaustion and satisfaction, but that mischievous spark inside you still refused to die completely. you nuzzled closer into his chest and whispered sleepily, voice raspy:
“hmm… i dunno. not really convinced. maybe i should call him tomorrow and find out for sure.”
mattheo’s hand stilled in your hair.
a low, dangerous chuckle rumbled through his chest, sending fresh heat curling low in your belly despite how spent you were.
“oh, darling,” he purred, already rolling you gently beneath him again, his lips trailing fresh, claiming kisses down your marked neck. “you really do love testing my patience, don’t you?”
his mouth found one of the darkest hickeys and sucked on it gently, reigniting sparks of pleasure. “i guess i’ll just have to remind you again… and again… and again… until the only name you can even think about moaning is mine.”
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Can you please make a calling the slytherin boys the wrong name on text😛
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slytherin boys texts!
warnings: freaky, strong language, mdni
a/n: thank you smmm for the request, i really liked it!!! also, guys, pleeeaase tell me if you want the texts to be freaky, wholesome, or whatever when you send a request because otherwise i’ll probably just make them freaky if possible. and i don’t want to assume, especially if that’s not what the person who requested it wanted 🫰🫰🫰
I love your writing more then like anything?! Kay so okeaseeee keep writing I promise people love it PLEASE I BEG. while I’m begging may I beg for more tom..? HAHAHAH OK OK MB (yes I’m fully aware I talk to u like I talk to my friends but fuck it we ball)
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thank you so so so much for reading my stuff, i really appreciate you 🫶🫶🫶
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mattheo riddle + theodore nott + draco malfoy x fem!reader
a/n: yet another draft. i wanted to make the boys kiss too, but this one was more about the reader… so maybe next time 😛
warnings: 18+ only, MDNI, explicit sexual content, smut, foursome, double penetration (or triple if you count the mouth), oral sex, p in v sex, anal sex, degradation + praise kink, overstimulation, fuckton of pet names used, emotional hurt/comfort, very little plot
summary: you catch your boyfriend cheating and lock yourself away, convinced you’re not enough.. until draco, theo, and mattheo show up and refuse to let you spiral. one night, one room, and suddenly it’s not just about comfort anymore…it’s about them reminding you that you were never replaceable to begin with.
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you’d lost count of how many days it had been.
the curtains around your four-poster in the slytherin girls’ dorm were drawn tight, the emerald-green velvet muffling the distant chatter from the common room below. your bed was a mess of crumpled sheets, half-eaten chocolate frogs, and the stupid ravenclaw scarf your now-ex had left behind the night he swore he’d never look at anyone else. the air smelled like stale pumpkin juice and the faint metallic tang of the tears you’d cried until your eyes felt like sandpaper.
you hadn’t left the room since the party in the gryffindor common room. since you’d walked in on him with that hufflepuff’s robes shoved up around her waist and his hands exactly where they used to be on you. the image was burned behind your eyelids every time you closed them.
a sharp triple knock rattled the door.
“love? open up before we hex the bloody lock.”
draco’s voice – smooth, aristocratic, and laced with that familiar impatience that somehow always felt like home. when he said we, he meant him. because merlin knew theo and mattheo weren’t responsible enough to carry their wands with them.
you didn’t answer. just pulled the blanket higher.
another knock, softer this time. theo.
“come on, principessa. we brought firewhisky and those stupid honeydukes truffles you pretend you don’t like but always steal from my trunk.”
mattheo’s low chuckle followed. “and if you don’t open the door in the next ten seconds i’m climbing through the window like a bloody idiot and you’ll have to explain to snape why there’s someone dangling from the battlements.”
you sighed, heavy and exhausted, but the smallest flicker of warmth cracked through the numbness. these three. your boys. the ones who’d been there since first year; theo with his quiet sarcasm, draco with his fuckass (😼) sassiness, mattheo with that dangerous grin reeking of trouble. they’d never asked for anything you weren’t ready to give. until tonight, apparently.
you dragged yourself out of bed, legs shaky, oversized hoodie (theo’s, actually) hanging off one shoulder. the mirror caught your reflection: puffy eyes, tangled hair, dried tear tracks. and you winced. whatever. they’d seen you worse.
the door clicked open.
three tall, devastatingly handsome slytherins filled the frame like they owned the entire tower.
draco first, silver-blond hair perfectly tousled even at this hour, grey eyes scanning you top to bottom in that assessing way that always made your stomach flip. he was in his usual black button-down, sleeves rolled to the elbows, wand in hand.
theo leaned against the doorjamb, shaggy hair falling into his warm blue eyes, a soft half-smile on his lips. he held a bottle of firewhisky in one hand and a little velvet bag of sweets in the other. his scent; sandalwood, smoke, and something uniquely him, drifted in with the corridor air.
and mattheo. god, mattheo. his usually perfect curls were a mess, like he’d dragged his hands through them a hundred times– worrying about you, brown eyes almost black with concern. he had a cigarette tucked behind his ear and that leather jacket that smelled like smoke and sin draped over one shoulder.
they didn’t wait for an invitation. they never did really.
draco stepped in first, closing the door behind them with a soft click that somehow felt final. “merlin, you look like you’ve been hit by a bludger.”
theo set the bottle and sweets on your nightstand, then turned and pulled you into his chest without a word. his arms were steady, warm, one hand cradling the back of your head like you were something precious. “shh. we’ve got you.”
you hadn’t realized you were trembling until his heartbeat grounded you. mattheo moved behind you, pressing his chest to your back, chin resting on your shoulder. “that tosser doesn’t deserve the air you breathe, baby. never did.”
draco didn’t crowd you yet— he dropped onto the edge of your bed, long legs stretched out, and patted the space beside him. “sit. talk. or don’t talk. but you’re not doing this alone anymore.”
you let them guide you. theo kept one arm around your shoulders as you settled between them on the bed— mattheo on your left, thigh pressed to yours, draco on your right. the firewhisky was passed around in silence at first, the burn chasing away the hollow ache in your chest just enough to breathe.
you told them everything. the way your ex had laughed when you confronted him. the way he’d said “it was just once” like that made it better. the way you’d felt so small. so fucking replaceable.
theo’s thumb stroked slow circles on your bare shoulder where the hoodie had slipped. “he never deserved you. none of us could ever understand how he got so fucking lucky and still fucked it up.”
mattheo’s hand found your knee, squeezing gently. his voice was rough. “you know we’d burn the whole castle down for you, right? say the word and his dormitory gets a little visit from three very pissed-off dudes.”
draco leaned in, gray eyes locked on yours. “but right now? we’re not here to hex anyone. we’re here because you’re hurting. and we hate it.” his fingers brushed a stray tear from your cheek, lingering. “let us in, darling. all the way.”
the air shifted.
it was subtle at first. theo’s breath warm against your temple as he pressed a kiss there, not quite friendly anymore. mattheo’s hand sliding just a little higher on your thigh, thumb tracing the hem of the hoodie. draco’s gaze dropping to your lips for a heartbeat too long.
you felt it. the slow, deliberate heat building between the four of you like a spell finally snapping into place after years of dancing around it.
theo’s voice dropped, italian accent thicker. “you’ve been ours to protect since the day we met. maybe it’s time you let us show you exactly what that means.”
mattheo’s lips brushed the shell of your ear. “no pressure. but if you want us to make you forget his name… we can do that. all three of us. right here. right now.”
draco’s hand found yours, intertwining your fingers, his voice velvet and command all at once. “say yes and we’ll take care of every inch of you until the only thing you remember is how wanted you are.”
your heart hammered. the blanket of grief cracked open under the weight of three pairs of eyes that had always looked at you like you hung the moon and stars.
you swallowed hard, your voice thin and unsteady as you nodded, not giving yourself time to think twice.
“…okay.”
the room went perfectly still for one electric second.
then theo smiled; slow, wicked and so fucking eager before he cupped your jaw and tilted your face toward his.
“brava ragazza,” he murmured.
and just like that, the air turned molten.
theo wasted no time before crashing his lips against yours. the world narrowed to heat and hands and the low, filthy sounds of three men who had been starving for you.
his mouth was slow at first; deliberate, savoring – like he was tasting every regret you’d cried over these past days and replacing it with something sweeter. his tongue slid against yours, lazy and deep, while his hand cupped the back of your neck, thumb stroking the sensitive spot just below your ear that always made your knees weak. you moaned into him, and he swallowed it like it was something precious.
“fuck, that sound,” mattheo growled from behind you, his voice gravel-rough. his hands were already sliding under the hem of theo’s oversized hoodie, palms hot against your bare waist. “do it again, baby. let us hear how much you need this. how much you need us.”
draco hadn’t moved from his spot on the bed yet, but his gray eyes were burning. he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your other ear while theo kept kissing you senseless. “you’re shaking, darling. still nervous? or is that anticipation?” his fingers traced the line of your throat, tipping your head back just enough for mattheo to press open-mouthed kisses along your neck, teeth grazing, sucking a mark right where your pulse hammered.
theo broke the kiss with a wet pop, lips shiny, blue eyes blown black. “she’s not nervous,” he murmured in that thick italian accent, voice dripping sin. “she’s soaked already. aren’t you, principessa?” his free hand slipped between your thighs, cupping you over the thin cotton of your sleep shorts. the heel of his palm pressed firmly against your clit and you bucked, a broken whimper escaping.
mattheo chuckled darkly, nipping your shoulder. “fucking dirty girl. let’s get this off her before i rip it.”
they moved like they’d choreographed it a hundred times in their filthy imaginations.
draco tugged the hoodie up and off in one smooth motion, tossing it somewhere behind him. your breasts spilled free; no bra, because who the hell wore one just to wallow?– and the cool dungeon air pebbled your nipples instantly. three sets of eyes dropped to them like starving men.
“merlin’s fucking beard,” draco breathed, voice reverent. he cupped one immediately, thumb circling the stiff peak before pinching just hard enough to make you gasp. “look at these pretty tits. been hiding them from us all these years? such cruelty.”
theo’s mouth replaced draco’s hand on the other breast. he sucked your nipple like his life depended on it; tongue flicking, teeth scraping, while his fingers finally pushed under the waistband of your shorts. two long digits slid through your folds and he groaned around your breast. “cazzo… dripping. she’s fucking dripping for us.”
mattheo’s hands weren’t idle. he yanked your shorts down your legs, leaving you completely bare between them. then he dropped to his knees behind you on the bed, spreading your cheeks with rough palms. “fuck me,” he rasped, hot breath ghosting over your exposed pussy and ass. “this cunt is perfect. and this tight little arsehole…” his tongue flicked over it without warning. wet, filthy, obscene – and you cried out, hips jerking forward into theo’s fingers.
theo curled those two digits inside you, stroking that spongy spot that made stars burst behind your eyelids. “that’s it. ride my hand, baby. let mattheo eat that pretty ass while draco sucks your tits.”
draco switched sides, sucking the other nipple into his mouth with a wet pop, biting down just enough to sting. his free hand wrapped around your throat— not squeezing, just holding, claiming. “you’re ours tonight,” he whispered against your skin. “say it.”
“i– i’m yours,” you moaned, voice wrecked already. “all yours.”
mattheo’s tongue pushed inside your ass, fucking you shallowly while theo’s fingers pumped faster, thumb grinding your clit in tight circles. the dual sensation had your thighs trembling violently. draco pulled off your nipple with a filthy string of spit connecting his lips to your breast and kissed you hard; tongue fucking your mouth in the same rhythm as theo’s fingers.
you came without warning, a sharp, shattering cry muffled by draco’s mouth. your walls clamped down on theo’s fingers, gushing around them, and mattheo groaned like he could taste it, licking you through every pulse.
they didn’t stop. they. didn’t. stop.
theo pulled his fingers free and brought them to your lips. “open.” you did, sucking your own slick off them while he watched, eyes hooded. “good fucking girl. taste how sweet you are for us.”
mattheo stood, shedding his leather jacket and shirt in one motion, revealing the lean, inked torso and the trail of dark hair disappearing into his trousers. his cock was already straining the fabric obscenely. he gave it one slow stroke, thumb smearing the bead of pre-cum, and smirked when your eyes widened. “like what you see, baby? been hard for you since the second we walked in.”
draco, still behind you, shifted so you could feel exactly how much he approved of your answer. he unbuttoned his shirt with infuriating calm, then unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock free without ever breaking eye contact. long, perfectly proportioned, pale shaft flushed pink at the tip, a single pearl of pre-cum already sliding down the underside. he pressed it against the small of your back, hot and heavy. “you’re going to take us all,” he said, voice velvet command. “at the same damn time. and you’re going to come so hard you forget how to speak.”
they didn’t ask again— they moved.
theo climbed onto the bed first, lying on his back and tugging you forward by the hips until you were straddling his waist. his cock rested hot and heavy against your soaked folds, not inside yet, just sliding between them, coating himself in your slick. “look at me,” he ordered softly. when your eyes met his, he lifted you just enough to notch the thick head at your entrance. “breathe, amore. then sink down slow.”
you did.
and merlin… was the stretch fucking insane. theo was long, girthy enough that your walls fluttered around him trying to adjust. you sank inch by inch, whimpering at the burn, until your ass met his hips and he was buried to the hilt. he groaned deep in his throat, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. “cazzo… so fucking tight. perfect little cunt made for us.”
draco moved behind you while you were still adjusting, chest pressed to your back again. he reached around to spread your cheeks with one hand, the other guiding his cock to press against your already slick, fluttering hole. mattheo had prepped you with his tongue earlier, but this was different– thicker, hotter, insistent.
“relax for me, darling,” draco murmured against your neck, teeth grazing. “you’re going to take my cock in your arse while theo fucks your pussy, and then mattheo’s going to feed you his until you can’t think.”
then he pushed in slow–agonisingly slow–inch by burning inch. the dual stretch was overwhelming; you felt impossibly full, every nerve screaming in the best way. theo stayed perfectly still underneath you, letting you adjust, but his thumbs rubbed soothing circles over your hip bones while draco sank deeper.
when draco bottomed out, hips flush against your ass, both of them groaned in unison. you could feel them pressed against each other through the thin wall inside you—theo’s cock throbbing in your cunt, draco’s pulsing in your ass. the pressure was mind-blowing.
mattheo knelt in front of you, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, the other cupping your jaw. “open that pretty mouth, baby. let me see how well you can take three cocks at once.”
you parted your lips and he slid in— slow at first, letting you taste the salt and musk of him— then deeper until he hit the back of your throat. you gagged softly; he pulled back just enough to let you breathe, then pushed in again, setting a gentle but relentless rhythm.
they started moving.
at first it was uncoordinated; testing, feeling each other out— but within seconds they found a brutal, perfect sync.
theo thrust up into your pussy at the same moment draco pulled almost all the way out of your ass, then they reversed: draco slamming back in while theo withdrew. the seesaw motion made you see white behind your eyelids. every thrust pushed you forward onto mattheo’s cock, forcing him deeper down your throat until your nose brushed the dark hair at his base.
the sounds were filthy. awfully so.
wet slaps of skin on skin, the obscene squelch of your soaked pussy taking theo, the low, guttural groans from all three of them, your muffled moans vibrating around mattheo’s length. spit dripped down your chin; tears of pleasure-prick ran from the corners of your eyes.
theo’s hands slid up to cup your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples while he fucked up into you harder. “look at you,” he rasped. “taking all three of us like you were fucking made for it.”
draco’s hand wrapped around your throat from behind. not choking, just holding, feeling your pulse race under his fingers. “such a good slut for us,” he growled against your ear. “our perfect little whore. say it.”
you tried to around mattheo’s cock, but it came out garbled, drooling– “y-your whore—”
mattheo pulled out just long enough for you to gasp the words properly, then shoved back in. “louder.”
“i’m– your–whore–“
draco rewarded you by snapping his hips harder, cock driving so deep into your ass you felt it in your stomach. theo matched him thrust for thrust, the friction against your g-spot relentless now.
your orgasm built like a storm— fast, violent, unstoppable.
theo felt it first– your walls clamping down around him like a vice. “she’s close– fuck, our pretty little slut is gonna come for us—”
draco’s fingers found your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles. “come for us, darling. milk our cocks. show us how much you love being stuffed full.”
you shattered.
the scream was muffled around mattheo’s dick, but your whole body convulsed– pussy spasming around theo, ass fluttering around draco, thighs shaking so hard they had to hold you up. slick gushed out around theo’s cock, dripping down his balls, and you heard him curse in italian as he felt you soak him.
they didn’t stop.
they fucked you through it– harder, faster—chasing their own releases now.
mattheo came first– growling your name as he pulled out at the last second and painted thick, hot ropes across your lips, chin, and tits. “fuck– take it, baby—”
theo followed seconds later, slamming up one final time and spilling deep inside your cunt with a broken moan. “cazzo– prendi tutto–” (fuck– take it all–), you felt every pulse, every hot spurt filling you until it leaked out around his cock.
draco lasted longest; always the one with the most control– until your aftershocks squeezed him too tight. he buried himself to the hilt in your ass and came with a low snarl, flooding you so deep it made your head spin.
for a long moment, no one moved.
just heavy breathing, sweat-slick skin, the wet drip of cum leaking out of you in multiple places. theo’s cock was still twitching inside you. draco’s arms wrapped around your waist, holding you against his chest. mattheo leaned in and kissed you–slow, filthy, tasting himself on your tongue.
theo finally spoke, voice wrecked. “you okay, amore?”
you nodded, boneless, brain scrambled. “mhmm. more than okay.”
when they finally had you clean, wrapped in fresh sheets and sandwiched between three warm bodies, the ache in your chest was gone. not a single thought of your ex lingered.
well… except once.
when theo’s fingers lazily traced circles on your hip and you caught yourself thinking how pathetic your ex’s cock had felt compared to the way these three had just ruined you so thoroughly, so completely, that you still felt them everywhere.
you smiled into theo’s neck, a soft, satisfied little laugh escaping you.
mattheo noticed. “what’s so funny, baby?”
“nothing,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to the underside of theo’s jaw. “just… he was never even close.”
draco chuckled darkly, nipping your shoulder. “damn right he wasn’t. and he never will be.”
theo’s arms tightened around you. “you’re ours now, principessa. no more tears. no more replaceable bullshit. only this.”
you closed your eyes, safe and warm and deliciously used, the taste of all three of them still on your tongue.
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pairings: brother’s best friend!theodore nott x fem!reader
warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, enemies to lovers, weed/drug use, dry-humping, car sex, semi-public sex (sort of), MDNI
A/N: wrote this back in november. not really proofread, just eyeballed it 😣. the first time i wrote ‘real’ smut.
summary: a ride with theodore nott is already a bad idea. getting stranded with him on a dark country road is worse. discovering the reason he’s been insufferable for seven years might be the worst of all.
word count: roughly 3.5K
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the living room smelled like doritos, red bull, and whatever overpriced body spray lorenzo had decided was ‘his signature scent’ this month. you hated that you could identify it from the staircase.
you paused halfway down the steps, already regretting the outfit choice.
the black mini dress was cute. off-the-shoulder, dangerously low neckline, hem that barely survived a deep breath; but it was meant for your girls’ night at pansy’s, not for whatever fresh hell was waiting on the couch. you should’ve thrown a hoodie over it. or a cardigan. or a fucking potato sack.
too late now.
enzo’s voice hit you first, mid-laugh, mid-trash-talk.
“dude, you’re actually dogshit at this map, how are you still silver?”
then came the answering drawl. lower. lazier. infuriating.
“cause i look better losing than you do winning, berkshire.”
you knew that voice better than you knew your own heartbeat at this point. theodore nott had been haunting your house since you were both eleven. same year, same friend group, same stupid face showing up uninvited three to four times a week like rent was optional. your parents adored him; called him polite, charming, such a good influence on lorenzo. they clearly had never heard him call someone a “useless fucking helmet” in the group chat at 2 am.
you reached the bottom step and immediately regretted not apparating straight out the back door.
theo noticed you first.
of course he fucking did.
his head turned slowly, like he had all the time in the world, and his gaze dragged down your body the exact same way it always did when he thought no one else was watching. except he never actually tried to hide it. not once.
cleavage first, then thighs, then back up like he was cataloguing every inch for later use. that stupid little smirk curled his mouth. the one that made you want to hex his stupid perfect face off.
“evening, amore,” he said, voice dripping with mockery. “y’know, people usually put clothes on before going somewhere.”
you didn’t dignify that with an answer. you looked straight at your brother instead.
“enz. i need a ride to pansy’s. like, right this second. please, i’ll owe you one.”
lorenzo didn’t even pause the game. just tilted his head back against the couch and groaned.
“can’t. sprained my ankle at practice. healer said no driving till monday. sorry, sis.”
you blinked. “you’re literally sitting here playing call of duty.”
“yeah, cause i’m healing. and my right foot is currently the size of a fucking balloon. theo saw it earlier. he can confirm.”
theo, still staring at your legs like they owed him money, gave a lazy hum of agreement. “ghastly. truly grotesque. i almost vomited.”
you shot him a look that should’ve set his hair on fire.
“great. i’ll just call an uber.”
you were already turning toward the hallway when theo’s voice cut through again; casual, almost bored.
“i can take you.”
everything in your body locked up.
“hard pass.”
he raised one infuriating brow. “why not?”
“because i’d rather walk barefoot through the forbidden forest.”
“bit dramatic.”
“bit accurate.”
enzo finally looked away from the screen, frowning between the two of you like he still didn’t understand why you and theo couldn’t be in the same room for longer than ninety seconds without drawing blood.
“dude, just let him give you a lift. it’s literally ten minutes. theo’s going that way anyway to pick up–”
theo cut him off with a sharp glance. enzo shut up instantly.
you narrowed your eyes. “pick up what?”
“nothing,” they said at the same time.
classic. as if the whole town didn’t already know that theo dealed.
you crossed your arms. the motion pushed your chest up. theo’s gaze dipped again, shameless– and you hated how your skin prickled under the attention.
“i’m not getting in a car with you,” you said slowly, not even looking at him.
theo leaned forward, elbows on his knees, controller dangling loosely between his fingers. that grin was still there, but now it had teeth.
“scared you’ll enjoy it?”
you barked a laugh– sharp, humorless. “scared i’ll vomit on your leather seats.”
“they’re easy to clean.”
“i’ll aim for your face.”
enzo groaned. “can you two not do this right now? i’m trying to clutch.”
you glared at your brother. wondering how the two of you were related at all. let alone twins.
theo stood up in one fluid motion. tall, lazy, all long limbs as he stretched like a cat, arms over his head, shirt riding up just enough to show the sharp cut of his abdomen and the dark trail of hair disappearing into his jeans.
you hated that you noticed.
he grabbed his keys off the coffee table, spun them once around his finger, and looked at you like he’d already won.
“last chance before i change my mind and leave you here to rot with your brother’s terrible aim.”
you stared at him. he stared right back. unblinking. smirking.
you hated him so much that the only thing worse than getting in his car… was admitting you had no better option.
“fine,” you bit out. “but if you try anything weird, i’m jumping out. moving vehicle or not.”
theo’s grin stretched wider. “noted.”
he walked past you toward the front door, close enough that his sleeve brushed your bare arm. you felt the heat of him like a brand.
enzo called after you both, “text me when you get there, yeah?”
you didn’t answer.
theo held the front door open for you.
you stepped through without thanking him.
his car was exactly what you expected: matte black, illegally tinted, smelled like weed and expensive cologne the second the door opened. there was a single green air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror that was doing absolutely nothing.
you dropped into the passenger seat, wishing you hadn’t.
theo slid in after, started the engine with a low purr, and didn’t say a word for the first thirty seconds. just pulled out of the driveway, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear shift so his fingers were inches from your thigh.
you stared straight ahead.
he glanced over once. twice.
“seatbelt,” he said finally.
“i’ve been in a car before.” you huffed.
“nice dress. real classy.”
you whipped your head toward him. his tone was pissing you off. “got a problem with it?”
he shrugged, eyes back on the road. “just saying. looks like you’re trying to start a riot.”
“i’m going to a friend’s house. not a nunnery.”
“shame.”
you clenched your jaw so hard your teeth ached.
silence stretched again. thick. electric. the kind that made your skin itch.
after another minute he reached for the center console, popped it open, pulled out a lighter and what looked like a half-finished joint.
your eyes narrowed. “you’re not seriously–”
“relax.” he tucked it behind his ear like a pencil. “not while driving. i’m not trying to kill us both.”
“how noble.”
he smirked again. didn’t deny it.
you turned your face toward the window, watching streetlights streak past. the dress felt shorter now. tighter. you tugged at the hem uselessly.
theo noticed, of course he did.
“cold?” he asked, voice quieter now. almost… careful.
“no.”
“could’ve fooled me.”
you didn’t answer.
he sighed through his nose, reached behind your seat, and tossed his hoodie into your lap without looking at you.
“put it on before you catch pneumonia and i have to explain myself to enzo for not taking better care of you.”
you stared at the hoodie like it might bite you.
it smelled like him.
that stupid cologne he wore. and smoke. and something darker you couldn’t name.
you pulled it over your head anyway; because you were cold, not because you wanted to be wrapped in him.
the sleeves swallowed your hands. the hem hit mid-thigh. swallowing your whole dress.
theo glanced over once. his jaw ticked.
he didn’t say anything else for the rest of the drive.
but you felt his eyes on you every time you shifted.
out of nowhere; the engine coughed once–dramatically, like it was auditioning for a death scene– then gave one last pathetic sputter before going completely silent.
the car rolled to a slow, insulting stop on the side of a narrow country road that hadn’t seen a streetlight in at least 3 kilometres.
you stared at the dashboard. the little orange engine light blinked at you like it was in on the joke.
theo let his head fall back against the headrest with an exaggerated sigh.
“fuck me,” he muttered. “of course.”
you turned to him slowly. very slowly.
“you have got to be kidding me.”
he didn’t look at you. just reached forward and turned the key again. nothing. not even a click.
“not even budging. looks like it’s dead,” he announced, like he was reading the weather.
your voice came out dangerously calm. “theo.”
“hm?”
“did you.. do something to the car?”
he finally glanced over. one brow arched. that stupid, lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth again.
“you think i sabotaged my own baby just to get you alone?” he placed a dramatic hand over his heart. “i’m wounded.”
“you’re capable of it.”
“true. but i’m also capable of basic car maintenance, and this piece of shit has been on borrowed time for weeks. timing belt’s been whining louder than you do when i breathe near you.”
you glared at him and he just shrugged.
silence settled again, thicker this time. the kind that pressed against your ears. outside, crickets. wind in the trees. nothing else.
you pulled out your phone.
no bars.
of fucking course.
theo watched you from the corner of his eye.
“rural charm,” he said. “no signal for at least 10 kilometres in either direction.”
you dropped the phone into your lap. “perfect.”
he reached up and plucked the half-finished joint from behind his ear, rolling it between his fingers for a second before flicking the lighter open with practiced ease.
your eyes narrowed. “you’re not seriously—”
“relax, principessa. i’m not driving anymore.” he held it loosely between his fingers, like it was the most casual thing in the world. “and you look like you could use something to stop you from clawing my eyes out.”
“i’m not smoking your dirty weed.”
“it’s not dirty. it’s top shelf. you’d know if you ever tried my stuff. y’know, supporting local small businesses type shit.”
you rolled your eyes at him.
he held the joint between his lips and took a slow, deep pull. the cherry glowed orange against the dark interior. he exhaled through his nose like some smug dragon, smoke curling around the rearview mirror.
then he offered it to you.
you stared at it like it might bite.
“i’m not putting my mouth where yours has been.”
he laughed, shaking his head. “that’s cute. you think i have cooties?”
“i think you have everything.”
another drag. he held the smoke in his lungs for a long second before letting it drift toward you in a slow, taunting cloud.
“scared it’ll make you like me?”
you snatched the joint from his fingers before you could think better of it.
“i’m not scared of anything you’ve got.”
big talk.
you took a pull– smaller than his, cautious. the smoke hit the back of your throat like velvet fire. you didn’t cough. wouldn’t give him the satisfaction really.
theo watched every second of it. eyes half-lidded. unreadable.
you exhaled. it came out smoother than you expected.
“not bad,” you muttered.
“told you.”
you passed it back. your fingers brushed his.
silence again; but it was different now. had softer edges. the weed was already creeping in, loosening the knot in your chest.
you leaned your head back against the seat, staring at the roof liner.
“why do you hate me so much?” he asked suddenly. quiet. almost curious.
you snorted. “you’re kidding.”
“i’m serious.”
you rolled your head toward him. “you’ve spent the last seven years being an absolute prick to me. every time you’re in my house you act like i’m an inconvenience. you mock my clothes, my music, my friends. and then you stare at me like that–” you gestured vaguely at his face. “–and act like i’m the problem.”
he didn’t interrupt. just took another slow hit. passed it back.
you took it. inhaled deeper this time.
“i don’t hate you,” he said after a long pause.
you laughed, sharp. “could’ve fooled me.” you retorted, repeating his own words.
“i annoy you on purpose,” he admitted. voice lower now. smoke curling from his lips with every word. “because the second i stop… you stop looking at me.”
your heart did something stupid. stuttered.
“what?”
he turned his head fully toward you now. eyes dark. serious in a way you’d never seen.
“you think i don’t notice? the way you glare at me across the dinner table. the way your jaw ticks when i talk to other girls in front of you. the way you always leave the room five seconds after i walk in; like you can’t stand to breathe the same air. you hate me so much you can’t ignore me. and i like that.”
you stared at him.
he stared back.
the joint burned forgotten between your fingers.
“you’re delusional,” you whispered.
“maybe.” he leaned closer just an inch. “but you’re still here. in my hoodie. in my car. smoking my weed. when you could’ve walked. or called literally anyone else.”
your mouth went dry.
he reached over. took the joint from you. took a final drag. crushed it out in the ashtray.
then he turned his body toward you fully. one arm braced on the center console. the other resting along the back of your seat.
close.
too close.
“you want to know the real reason i volunteered to drive you tonight?” he murmured.
you couldn’t speak.
his voice dropped even lower.
“because every time you walk through a room in something like that–” his eyes dragged down your body again, slower this time “–i can’t fucking think straight. and i’m tired of pretending i can.”
your breath hitched.
he didn’t move closer.
he waited.
like he was giving you an out.
like he knew if he pushed too hard you’d bolt.
but you didn’t bolt.
you leaned forward instead, just enough that your nose almost brushed his.
“then stop pretending,” you whispered, something breaking inside you.
theo’s mouth crashed into yours like he’d been starving for it.
no gentle first kiss. just teeth and tongue and seven years of pent-up bullshit exploding all at once.
you met him halfway; fingers immediately knotting in the front of his shirt, yanking him closer across the center console. the gear shift dug into your hip but you didn’t care. you kissed him like you hated him. hard. mean. like you were trying to bruise his lips and prove something.
he groaned into your mouth — low, wrecked— and the sound shot straight between your legs.
his hand found the back of your neck, thumb pressing against your pulse, holding you exactly where he wanted you while the other slid under the hoodie; his hoodie. pushing it up along with your dress so his palm could flatten against your bare stomach. skin on skin. hot. rough calluses from quidditch and rolling joints and whatever else he did when he wasn’t tormenting you.
you bit his bottom lip. hard enough to sting.
he hissed. laughed against your mouth. “fucking savage.”
“shut up,” you breathed, already climbing over the console like you couldn’t possibly settle on his lap soon enough.
he helped; big hands gripping your waist, hauling you into his lap so you were straddling him in the driver’s seat. your knees bracketed his hips. the hoodie he gave you was already off. and your dress rode up instantly, bunching around your waist, leaving nothing but thin lace between you and the unmistakably hard ridge of him straining against his jeans.
you both froze for half a second. just breathing each other in. heavy. ragged.
then you rolled your hips down.
slow. deliberate.
theo’s head thudded back against the seat. “fuck.”
you did it again. harder this time. grinding your clothed cunt right over the length of him, feeling every thick inch twitch under the denim.
his hands flew to your ass; grabbing, spreading, urging you to keep moving.
“there you go,” he rasped. “just like that, tesoro. use me to get yourself off.”
you hated how good it felt. hated how wet you already were. hated that the friction through your panties was enough to make your clit throb every time you dragged yourself forward.
his head dropped forward, forehead pressing to yours. eyes locked. pupils blown.
“you’ve been thinking about this,” he muttered. not a question.
you didn’t deny it. just rocked faster. harder. chasing the pressure.
“so have you,” you shot back, voice shaking. “all those times you stared. you were hard, weren’t you?”
his laugh was almost dark. “every fucking time you walked past me in those little skirts. had to jerk off in your bathroom more than once just so i could sit at dinner without a tent in my trousers.”
the confession punched the air out of your lungs.
you ground down viciously.
he bucked up to meet you; sharp, involuntary. a choked sound tore out of his throat.
“shit–slow down or i’m gonna–”
“no.” you grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you. “you don’t get to come yet. not until i do.”
his eyes flashed. dangerous.
then he flipped the script.
one arm banded around your waist, the other shoved between you– fingers finding your clit through the soaked lace and rubbing tight, ruthless circles.
you cried out; sharp, surprised.
“that’s it,” he cooed, voice syrupy-sweet and filthy. “let me hear you. been dying to hear what you sound like when you’re falling apart on my fingers.”
you tried to keep the rhythm. tried to keep control. but he was relentless. pinching. flicking. slipping the fabric aside so he could drag two fingers through your slick folds and circle your entrance without pushing in.
teasing.
edging.
you sobbed against his neck. “theo–”
“yeah?” he pressed harder on your clit. “say it again, bella. say my name.”
“theo—fuck—please—”
he groaned like the sound of his name wrecked him. “good girl. that’s my good girl.”
the praise hit like a drug.
you shattered– hips stuttering, thighs clamping around him, coming so hard your vision whited out for a second. you bit down on his shoulder through his shirt to muffle the scream.
he didn’t stop rubbing. just gentled the circles until you were trembling, oversensitive, whimpering.
when you finally sagged against him, panting, he kissed your temple. soft. almost tender.
then he murmured against your skin:
“outside.”
you blinked. brain still fuzzy.
“what?”
“want you on the hood.” his voice was gravel. “want to fuck you under the stars so every time you look up you remember who made you see them. literally.”
your cunt clenched around nothing at the words.
you nodded, too wrecked to argue.
he opened the driver’s door. cool night air rushed in, raising goosebumps on your overheated skin. he lifted you out like you weighed nothing– your legs still shaky– and set you on your feet for half a second before spinning you around.
your palms slapped the warm hood.
he kicked the door shut behind him.
then he was on you.
hands shoving the dress higher. ripping your panties down your thighs; not off, just tangled at your knees like makeshift restraints.
you heard his zipper coming down.
he pressed against your back. chest to spine, cock hot and heavy between your ass cheeks.
“tell me you want it,” he growled in your ear. “tell me or i stop right now.”
you pushed back against him. “i want it. i want you. fuck me, theo–please–”
he lined up.
pushed in slow, inch by torturous inch. stretching you open until your nails scraped paint and your breath punched out in a whine.
“fuck,” he hissed against your neck. “so tight–fuck, you feel–”
he bottomed out and held there. letting you feel every thick pulse of him inside you.
then he started moving.
hard. deep. relentless.
the car rocked with every thrust. metal creaking. your tits bouncing under the thin fabric. his hand fisted in your hair, not pulling, just holding. like he needed the anchor.
you moaned his name— loud, broken, echoing into the empty night.
“theo–theodore–oh god–”
“i know, baby,” he cooed, voice soft and wrecked against your ear even as his hips snapped brutally. “i know. feels so good, doesn’t it? taking me so well–fuck, look at you.”
he reached around. found your clit again. rubbed fast, messy circles.
you bucked. sobbed.
“too much—theo—”
“you can take it. i know you can, amore.” his other arm wrapped around your waist, pinning you in place so you couldn’t escape the pleasure or the pressure. “just let go again. come on my cock like a good girl. i’ve got you.”
the praise, the angle, the filthy drag of him inside you— it was too much.
you came again, harder this time if possible. thighs shaking. vision blurring. screaming his name into the dark like a fucking prayer.
he fucked you through it, groaning, praising, hips losing rhythm.
“fuck– gonna–where do you–”
“inside,” you gasped. “please– want to feel it–”
he swore; vicious, reverent– and slammed in one last time.
came with a guttural moan, pulsing deep, filling you until it leaked down your thighs.
he didn’t pull out right away.
just held you there. chest heaving against your back, lips brushing your shoulder, still buried to the hilt.
after a long minute he kissed the side of your neck. soft.
“you okay?”
you laughed; breathless, shaky. “still despise you, so yeah.”
he smiled against your skin. “yeah? wouldn’t want it any other way.”
he finally slipped out —slow, careful. fixed your dress. pulled your ruined panties back up even though they were useless now.
then he turned you around. cupped your face with both hands and kissed you. slow this time. lazy. like he had all night.
when he pulled back his eyes were soft in a way you’d never seen.
“still want that ride to pansy’s?” he murmured.
you snorted. “we’re like forty minutes late already.”
he grinned– that same infuriating grin.
“then stay here with me a little longer.”
you looked up at him; flushed, wrecked and utterly satisfied.
“fine,” you muttered. “but only because your car’s broken.”
he laughed– low, real.
“sure, principessa. whatever you say.”
and when he pulled you back into the car,
you didn’t argue.
not even a little.
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sorry if it’s rushed. gotta work on it. though, this was made a while ago!!
yesss!!! btw, if you ever requested something and i never got around to making it (which is probably the case 😭), feel free to send the request again if you still wanna see ittt
Can u do smth where the boys r being somewhat vulnerable…
It can be those group chat ones or just a one on one idc, I just have a thing for men crying
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slytherin boys texts! including: theo, mattheo, tom, draco, blaise and enzo A/N: thank you smmm for the request @xpoisondoll. sorry it took so long, hope you like it :)))
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2 posts in one day?? genuinely reached a flow state. also, i’m so sorry to everyone who requested something (probably ages ago) and i never got around to making it 😔🙏
slytherin boys texts! A/N: happy international women’s day ladieeesss 💓💓. here’s a little someethiing (totally unrelated to that but i just wanted to post something today 😭) warnings: suggestive themes, strong language including: tom, theo, mattheo, draco, blaise and enzo
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slytherin boys texts! ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 lyrics prank ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 A/N: listened to this song today and remembered how people used to prank their friends with the lyrics so i immediately thought about our boys ☺️☺️
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i genuinely feel like a toxic ex with all my disappearing and coming back and empty promises… i apologise for the 151625267th time 😔🙏 #runitback
