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It’s exam season, for Hogwarts students it was the time of the year where all chaos would break loose, everyone wanted to succeed and have their hard work pay off yet if it was chaos for everyone it was hell for Slytherin.

The competitive nature of the serpentines was really what made it harder for them to not turn their dorms into military bases, it wasn’t just about being good it was about being the best.

Add a little pureblood god complex and you’ve just created what demon Malfoy turns into the closer they get to the exam week.

Honestly, it was exhausting for everyone to deal with but if we’re going to rank people on the dealing with Draco’s shit-meter we would end up with three candidates.

We got Pansy at number three as she’s already itching to argue with him on a good day let alone when he’s picking arguments with everyone.

We got Blaise at number two, obviously since he’s his dorm mate he doesn’t get a break from him even when everyone else does.

And at number one with unmatchable talent we got y/n. Because if Blaise thought it was bad because he sees him before and after classes he should try handling his stress for hours on-end when you’re desperate for sleep.

Everyone else thought oh he’s going to get annoying, he’s going to get obsessive over his studies whenever exams approached, while y/n only thought one thing. He’s going to get frustrated.

Whenever the potion didn’t boil correctly, whenever his equations got confusing, and whenever his daily hexes were getting lessened by the day, he would need a way to forget about everything even for a minute, or an hour or two.

It was a simple : “Be there in 5.”

An order, not an informative text.

Yet it sent shivers down her spine as she was literally in the middle of class. What was she supposed to do, fucking ask to go to the restroom and never come back ?

A raised hand, a curt nod and she was out of there, walking towards a certain dorm that was both giving her an incredible thrill and an ache in her legs just from the images of the past few days flashing in her mind.

She just left potions for this.

She would get detention for sure.

She would have to copy Pansy’s notes again.

None of these could get her to care as she knocked on the door which creaked open almost in the same second.

She held her breath for a moment, her body already heating up before exhaling quietly. She stepped inside, her heart beating out of her chest, clicking the door closed.

She was met with some melody of a song she could recognize but not know, the elegant flow of fine scotch into a glass and the figure of a blonde man sitting on the edge of the bed.

The liquor was one Blaise sneaked into their dorm and was going on and on about only opening it on special occasions yet the slightest inconvenience would make them take a swig so it was half empty.

“Be a sweetheart and get over here, love.”

There was a rasp in his voice that she recognized all too well and nearly made her legs give out, her late response by a couple of seconds made his eyes look up to hers, stormy forest green, she could read a thousand things in his gaze and none of them were in her favor.

Tiredness, assertiveness, possessiveness and need only she was allowed to witness on his face.

She stepped forward, getting closer with the intention of sitting beside him on the edge of the bed yet his hand wrapped around her wrist and she gracefully ended up on his lap.

Their bodies reacted almost instantly to the contact, her legs on either side of his own slightly spread ones and his hands digging in her thighs like he was making a claim to no one but himself.

“Draco, shouldn’t you rest ? You’ve been pushing yourself too much these days.”

She spoke softly as she cupped his face in her hands, her heart aching at the warm look he met her with, the playful smirk that resembled a smile more than he’d like to admit.

“Worried, princess ?”

The words were breathy against her neck as he wrapped his arms around her middle, pressing himself close, yet it didn’t feel lustful, merely loving.

“Of course i am worried, i don’t think you’re even sleeping at all.”

She sighed, her fingers threading through his locks as he stayed quiet for a moment, simply enjoying her warmth before his lips that were hovering over her skin finally pressed against her, making her pulse jump.

“Playing the perfect little girlfriend isn’t helping your case, nor is looking so beautiful on a Wednesday afternoon, darling.”

His lips curved upwards almost showing his fang as he kissed her skin, his hands sliding to grip her waist, holding her in place as she arched in his embrace.

“Draco..”

She breathed when his teeth nipped at her neck, not biting yet, simply enjoying having her think about it and react on her own. He was taking control of every inch of her down to her thoughts.

“Would you say you’re in desperate need of sleep tonight or are you open for plans, princess ?”

His mouth was trailing down, his lips wrapping around her collarbone in a soft kiss, her hips twitching as she noticed he had to have the school’s every key in his pockets or something, the rigid feeling making her gasp.

“I-i don’t have anything planned for tonight-“

“Good girl.”

And she was on the bed with him on top of her, his hands on either side of her head as their lips crashed in a messy clash of tongues and dominance.

She moaned in his mouth, her legs trembling when she felt him cup her through her panties, feeling how aroused she was already.

“You’re soaked, love. Begging for me just how i want you to. Under me.”

She cried out when his thumb slipped past the fabric barrier, circling at her swollen bud slowly, so gentle, like he was offering her dinner and not having her be one.

He chuckled at her reaction before pulling the pesky underwear down her legs and onto the floor.

“You want to come don’t you, beautiful ?”

Two fingers were right in front of her face and the implication was clear, making her part her lips and take his digits obediently.

“D-draco…”

She mumbled around him and he nearly groaned at the sight, pushing them deeper into her mouth as if he was being sucked in.

“That’s it. Good girl. You know what you want those fingers to be don’t you.”

She nodded and he could only bite his lip  not to grin, feeling her tongue desperately lick at his skin, her eyes getting teary from how much she tried to take.

“Easy there, choking on them isn’t going to make me help you faster.”

He snickered as he pulled his fingers out of her mouth and she could only whimper at the loss of contact yet it only lasted a second as she digged her nails in his shoulders with a scream, feeling him push them fully into her to the last knuckle.

“Glad i got those knickers out of the way aren’t you ? So grateful you get to be filled, princess ?”

He sucked on her neck to hide his deep moan at the whole scene, her begging only making him drag out her pleasure more.

“P-please move, Draco..”

She whined as he just wouldn’t move them, filling her to the hilt then busying himself with kissing her neck to suppress a chuckle.

“Such a greedy girl. Having my fingers inside of you isn’t enough ?”

She instantly arched off the bed with a gasp when he gave her a shallow thrust that hit her cervix with the length of his fingers.

“D-draco!”

She complained yet was clinging to him like a koala, her arms around his neck and her legs on each side of his waist.

“Move your hips.”

She cried out in his neck to try and muffle the sound as she rolled her hips forward, making him feel her warmth glide along his digits, how wet she was, it was all messing with his mind.

“I-i need to come, i really need to- please just fuck me already!”

She begged desperately through gasps and sobs at how he wouldn’t help her get her much needed release, she moved and tried to ride his fingers to the finish line yet it just didn’t feel good enough.

“Good girls need to earn their pleasure.”

He bit on her earlobe with a groan as his fingers pulled out completely then bottomed out inside of her, suddenly picking up a brutal pace as he fucked her. Fingers thrusting into her fluttering spasming channel that would beg for more every time he pulled out.

“Scream my name. Loud and clear.”

He ordered with a grit of his teeth as he bit her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark for days, his fingers moving at a mind fucking pace.

“Draco! Draco y-yes fuck- Malfoy!”

Her whimpers were now simply breathless gasps as her toes curled and her back arched, feeling herself teetering on the edge when he pulled out of her with a smirk at her whine of protest.

“I already said that you are going to earn your pleasure. You’re such a foolish one, it’s almost adorable.”

He laughed softly, looking deeply into her eyes as he sucked on his own fingers as if tasting divine fruit, his eyes closing with a sound similar to a growl.

“Fucking hell, darling.”

He impatiently unbuckled his belt, smirking at her eager gaze and dilated pupils as he freed himself from the confines of his clothes, thick and throbbing.

She blushed as she moved on her own, leaning forward and pulling him back on top of her, pressing their lips together softly.

“Please…”

She whispered against his lips, his only response was spreading her legs wider apart, getting between them as he held himself in his hand, stroking slowly as he pressed his head to her entrance.

“Let me hear you. If you try to muffle yourself even once I’ll stop, love.”

He instructed, burying his face in her soft locks in the crevice between her shoulder and neck half to feel her warmth and half to hide how eager he himself was.

In a sharp snap of his hips he pushed inside of her, less than half of his length, and groaned into her skin, his hands gripping her waist tightly as if to anchor himself to what was happening.

He could barely register her cries, the tugging on his hair, all he could feel was pleasure, intense and overpowering his senses.

She was so warm, squeezing him like a vice, god it terrified him how much he knew if he didn’t pride himself on having self control he would be doing nothing all day but having her to himself.

“Feel me inside of you, princess ? You needed this so bad, hm ?”

He breathed against her ear, kissing the spot under it before thrusting more of himself inside. Once he was buried to the hilt he had to gasp for air, holding onto her own shivering breathless form before snapping his hips to set his pace.

He was out of it, gripping the headboard like he might break before the wood would with how good it felt, with how good she felt.

He kissed her while hitting that sweet spot that ached the most, pouring his love in his gentle kisses while pounding into her to engrave it in her head.

She was his.

She couldn’t ever think otherwise.

“Draco!”

She screamed, her legs violently shaking as she cried out, ready to finally feel her release wash over her, except even a pleasure drunk Draco is still Draco.

“So adorable.”

He smirked through his heaving breaths as he had pulled out completely, his thumb circling around her clit maddeningly slow.

“I c-can’t anymore!”

She sobbed, her core clenching around nothing but air, so desperate, so beautiful he could do this for hours.

“How do i know you won’t think coming is not a privilege, doll ? That you’ll think you can bat your pretty eyelashes and get me to fill you.”

He groaned against her neck, his tongue passing under her ear in a fleeting caress that made her tremble and whimper.

“I won’t…i promise-“

She was completely broken, eyes glassy and eyelashes adorned with tears like the fruit of his hard work, legs wide open and lips trembling with only begging and promises.

God he could come just from seeing this.

He smiled, the first genuine loving one she saw since they started this which she wasn’t unfamiliar with outside of their bedroom as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead, his hand cupping her face.

“I love you….You’re mine.”

He spoke against her lips before burying himself in her heat again, thrusting into her relentlessly, his forehead pressed to her own as he gritted his teeth from the tension coiling in his spine, he didn’t want to let go before she did.

“F-fuck! Y-yes Draco f-fuck!”

She finally screamed her throat out as she came all over his length, spasming around him as it only took him a couple of seconds to reach his height himself, moaning deeply as he came inside of her, shallow thrusts pushing his come all the way deep into her.

His.

“I love you too.”

She whispered softly as they laid together on the bed, him pulling her into his arms, still joined together, kissing her forehead again with a contented sigh.

“My only one.”

Chapter Text

It’s been a week since you two broke up and it’s been going downhill since day one. The day of the breakup was the day before a quidditch match and every Gryffindor swore they saw demons in Theodore’s eyes.

He was ruthless, he played as a beater which he rarely does as he usually prefers to be a keeper and chill by the goals but no. He was striking their opponents like he had thunder in his hands and not a wooden bat.

The strike of the Bludger echoed through the quidditch pitch,a gunshot through the field, and they would only see the raging seas of his eyes before they hit the ground.

Obviously Slytherin won that day, the party was decided to be on the weekend so for the rest of the week all people would talk about was their outfits and who they’re going with yet even all of the excitement couldn’t drown down the whispers that swore it was going to be intense due to a certain person.

Theodore did not give a shit about rules, he didn’t follow them yet he made them, set them engraved in stone so any fool who was met with his fists could not argue that he didn’t know what set him off, not that he cared what anyone thought.

Probably the rule that came before even the first one, underlined and written in bloody red is that you don’t, under any circumstances, come near what’s his.

Y/n, even if now his ex-girlfriend by her own terms, is still his woman in his books. Always will be. Pureblood Slytherins have been trying ever since their first slightly heated argument in their relationship and he just wouldn’t budge.

It wasn’t even an option in his head, he wouldn’t taint his hands with some other woman’s body. Wouldn’t pick his gaze up from where his love was to look at some unworthy desperate girl. It was just out of the question, and he would rather chop spaghetti like onions before bearing witnessing some bloke even try his luck.

And so somehow with every day that passed she only increasingly felt watched. Every guy that started a conversation with her ended up beaten by afternoon. It just made her reluctant to even go at that point.

She was a threat.
Even looking in her direction put you at risk of getting Nott’s hands around your throat so why even try.

“I don’t think im going, pansy…”

She spoke as she rolled on the bed in boredom, burying her face in a pillow while half paying attention to Pansy’s wing eyeliner that she keeps saying isn’t symmetrical.

“Why wouldn’t you go though ? You’re freshly single you should get wasted and make-out with someone or something.”

She spoke through her open mouth, focusing with the cosmetic black brush as she stared ahead at the mirror.

“You know why I can’t. He’ll make a scene.”

The words were a muffled grumble against a pillow as she dramatically huffed.

“As if you don’t want him to make one. The whole school knows you two want each other god this push and pull is so embarrassing.”

Pansy rolled her eyes as she walked to her closet to pick out an outfit for the night, unable to choose between two dresses.

“The black one.”

Y/n threw the advice out as she only sighed again, rolling herself with the blanket like a burrito in frustration.

“Stop huffing and puffing he’s already begged a hundred times, another girl would have taken him back already.”

She complained as she slipped off her Pyjamas if you could even call nothing but an oversized shirt that and pulled the soft black fabric on her body.

“What do you suggest if not huffing and puffing ?”

The question didn’t have much hope in it, clearly asked simply to keep the conversation going and not have to stay quiet with her thoughts.

“We bait him. And by we, i mean you…with a little push from me.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow as she looked up from her soft blanket confinement to inquire what the hell her friend was talking about.

…

It was like an hour into the party and it was beyond anyone’s expectations like always, thanks to the combined efforts of Malfoy and Zabini.

Champagne bottles like soda cans on every table, hufflepuffs bragged about loud speakers in their parties ? How about a DJ.

Everyone was having fun except for a certain Slytherin that was lurking in the shadows of the common room, sipping his liquor like a divorced man.

He was lost in his thoughts, more like his dreams now after what happened. Her laughter, her gentle touches, her soothing voice when he would hide in her arms from his cruel existence. He longed for it all.

He knew he was at fault, he knew it like the palm of his hand, y/n hated not being told of outings beforehand not because of jealousy but simply because it was safer to know at least the area where he and his friends were getting wasted for the night.

What did he do ? Get dragged by Pansy from some diner with Matteo singing about his divorce when he didn’t even have a girlfriend.

Though he definitely cursed him or something as he was now left by the only woman who he saw as someone he could gift the rest of his life blindly.

So, a stupid decision, an unnecessarily heated argument on his part and boom.

“Theodore!”

Pansy called in a frenzy as she pushed past the partying students to reach him leaned against a wall with his glass in hand.

“What.”

“Y/n just called me, there’s an emergency I don’t know what it is she just said something about someone trying to break into her dorm.”

And his glass was long forgotten on the counter as he ran out of the common room like a madman, huffing down the corridors, into the girls dormitories without a care in the world till he reached one he knew too well.

“Y/n. Open the door, cara. It’s me.”

He spoke through heaving breaths as he knocked impatiently with the side of his fist, leaning against the wood like he could get past it if he tried hard enough.

Suddenly, the door opened to a perfectly composed y/n. No tears, no screaming for help and no what he hoped for the most, jumping in his arms and him having his Prince Charming moment.

“Come in.”

She spoke softly yet it felt like an instruction as she turned her back to him and walked inside, making him now notice what she was wearing.

A short beautiful emerald green dress that stopped barely at her thighs, hugging her body, emphasizing her curves. Stunning. To him there weren’t any right and wrong curves, she was beautiful, he could live in her embrace for eternity.

“I don’t understand…what happened ? You’re alright ?”

He asked, reaching for her hand yet she turned to him before he could touch her, a chair held with both of her hands.

“Sit down, Theodore.”

Another order that for some reason wasn’t met with defiance. He was stunned, confused yet he was getting this chance to be near her after a whole week of dreaming of even being in this dorm again so was his dignity really an issue right now ?

Quiet obedience that he didn’t want to acknowledge set a certain tone to the whole scene as he sat down, his eyes glued to her.

“There wasn’t anyone trying to break into your dorm…you just wanted to see me ?”

As much as he wanted it to be an accusation, it sounded like a hopeful question. Incredible, her effect on him really.

“There wasn’t, but there is now.”

She smirked as she reached for another chair from her small kitchenette, placing it very close to his own, facing him.

“You just lied to get me here and can’t even admit you did.”

He snickered, the bitterness tame, too busy with making the hitch in his breath subtle as she sat down on the chair, facing him, their legs from the knees down pressed together.

“I was just telling pansy about a prediction i had.”

She spoke quieter, a tainted whisper between the two of them as she slipped her foot from her heel, dragging it along his pant leg, a clear implication.

His breath instantly hitched as he pressed his leg firmer against her touch, watching her glide up and down his clothed skin like he’s hypnotized.

“That a Nott would come trying to break my door down, i was pretty accurate wasn’t i.”

She chuckled while he was speechless, her hand reaching for his tie to pull him forward, their lips pressing softly together.

“Don’t fuck with me…don’t play with me like this. I won’t allow it.”

He spoke yet pressed his lips against hers again, hand coming up to cup her cheek as he looked deep into her eyes, so desperate. His eyes spoke the truth.

“I want you to prove that you can follow proper instructions, love.”

She simply whispered against his lips, her hand moving along his thigh while he took his chance and buried his face in her neck, simply taking in her scent, hips bucking into her touch with a whimper.

“What…instructions.”

He lazily answered, looking up at her as he pulled away a bit, pressing a soft peck to the corner of her mouth.

“You won’t touch yourself at all, you’ll simply watch and come in your pants for me.”

She smiled at his dazed expression, her thumb tilting his chin up as she leaned closer to lick his earlobe, making him shiver.

“T-that’s ridiculous. I won’t do such a thing, cara…i simply came here to check up on-“

“You’re free to leave whenever.”

She said casually as she leaned back against the chair, looking into his soul as her legs moved apart, her lips curving upwards at his throat bobbing at the sight.

He didn’t speak and she didn’t need him to to understand he was broken into this. She dragged her index finger along her inner thigh and he laid back in his seat with a shaky breath.

“If you look away even once, you’ll leave and nothing changes.”

She spoke, not a threat as much as it sounded as one, merely dignified encouragement, a reason for him to cling to instead of i was desperate.

“Good boy.”

She arched her back as she pulled the fabric to the side, her damp core on full display and he groaned like it tore its way out of his throat, the tent in his crotch noticeable by now.

“Please…”

He murmured and she pretended not to hear, he should ask properly. Her finger pulled the fabric back into place, circling at her needy bud through the barrier as she moaned and his hips buckled against nothing but air.

“For fuck’s sake.”

He gritted his teeth at her pleasured expression, her arched back and the sound of her finger working her wetness.

“Don’t you dare.”

She huffed through the pleasure as she saw him try to reach for his zipper, his hand reluctantly falling back into place.

He grumbled in frustration yet didn’t take his eyes off the scene for even a second, a quiet gasp escaping him when her finger slipped beyond the panties and into her in one smooth push like she was begging for it.

“Let me touch you…please let me have you, i swear i won’t be rough.”

He himself didn’t know what he was saying as his lips parted almost in hunger at the sight of two fingers filling her easily, the sloppy sounds and the moan and whine with every thrust.

“Please.”

He pressed on the word and she finally smirked and didn’t ignore him, pulling him by the tie as she kissed him, his tongue instantly pushing into her mouth.

He could not believe he was letting this happen, getting dominated by his girlfriend while everyone thought she was getting robbed.

He pulled away, moaning deeply as her tongue swiped along his bottom lip, his hips twitching to at least feel the friction of his own boxers as he growled from the restraint she was making him go through.

He couldn’t admit he thought it was the hottest, sexiest moment of his entire life.

“That’s it, be good for me and come.”

She cooed, her fingers threading through his locks as he kissed her neck like it was worship, his hips rutting against nothing, moving desperately to feel friction, pulling away to watch her hand hungrily like a predator.

Her head thrashed back as she moaned loudly, her fingers roughly pumping into her as he bit on her neck to muffle his groan, the front of his pants getting increasingly wet.

“Good job, love.”

She whispered with a dazed look as she kissed his lips sweetly. He kissed her back before nuzzling his face into her neck like it was his sanctuary, like he was dying to feel her warmth again.

Which he was.
But he was also embarrassed as hell.

“It was fun though.”

She giggled as they snuggled together on her bed, her thumb caressing at his grumpy expression.

“I haven’t even been able to talk to you all week. This is how you get us to make up ?”

He complained yet hugged her close, kissing her collarbone despite his angry facade.

She leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss to the spot under his ear, making him hum at the feeling.

“You can do it how you wanted to now since i got my fun, it’s only fair.”

Was the teasing whisper, and he was on top of her in exactly a second.

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He groaned in frustration as he clicked their dorm door closed, combing his fingers through his hair, walking into the room.

God his day was an absolute nightmare, shit exam, got into a fight and his talking stage blocked him saying he had too much “Italian toxicity”.

He needed to get his mind and himself off, and he knew exactly how. It was a recent thing neither of them wanted to admit is happening yet both have been thinking about and wanting it for a while.

Their moods were significantly better, the crying heartbroken girls were getting lessened by the week. Hell, even their grades got better.

All because the saying nothing a good fuck can’t fix came from a bastard who knew how good sucking his bro off was.

The room reeked of cigarette smoke, the raven haired boy laying on his bed with his eyes closed and his cigarette between his lips.

He opened his eyes lazily, gazing up at the grumpy brunette with a slowly growing smirk on his face.

“Bad day, huh ?”

Matteo chuckled as he sat up on the bed, legs spread comfortably as he leaned back with his elbows digging into the sheets, looking up at the Italian standing beside the bed.

“Yeah…”

He loosened his tie, looking down like he was waiting for a treat.

The riddle couldn’t help a little snicker as he leaned forward, hands around the man’s waist as he pulled him closer, resting his head against his stomach.

He looked up at him for a second before he pressed a kiss against his clothed abdomen, hearing his breath hitch, he himself struggled to hide how much he liked this.

This awfully domestic scene that was rare despite them both visibly liking the affection, after all they had rules to this. It’s not like they were gay or something.

No penetration. No kissing. No pet-names or  labels of any kind.

And just like that the agreement was formed.

Except for another detail that helped them ignore the fact they snogged to sleep. Y/n.

Y/n was the last loop to this, what helped keep the straight excuse reliable, and today was another day of the ones they agreed to be the ones where they ‘had fun’.

It’s been a couple of hours with Theodore snuggled in his best friend’s arms, lips parted against his chest as he breathed slowly, deep in sleep.

Matteo stirred awake, looking down at the Nott with a groggy grin before pulling away carefully, heading to the bathroom to freshen up with a hot shower, he was going to need it.

Half an hour passed as he walked around their dorm in boxers, drying his hair with a towel when he heard a knock on their door.

“Eager aren’t you, already half naked.”

She chuckled as she stepped inside, still in her school uniform as she just finished her tutoring sessions. Matteo rolled his eyes as he moved his wand to close the door, setting it down on the table.

“Aw, he’s asleep ?”

She came closer to the bed, crouching down beside it, reaching to push a strand of his hair out of his face. He looked angelic.

“Was upset about some girl and that exam he didn’t study for. Also beat up some Gryffindors.”

Matteo explained passively as he brushed his teeth, casually walking around as it was a habit of his.

“He looks so…innocent. It makes it ridiculous to think about, his other side.”

She spoke as if to herself, kicking her shoes off and moving to straddle his lap, him sleeping on his back when she leaned down and pecked his lips, cheeks and nose.

“Can’t wait ?”

Riddle raised an eyebrow with a smirk as he stretched, walking closer to the bed, still watching like a predator, not making a move to join yet.

“C-cara…”

He grumbled yet his lips kissed back in a haze of want, absentmindedly reaching for her waist as he flipped her under him, instantly kissing her.

“Barely a second in, Theo. You’re going to spoil her and I won’t deal with that.”

Matteo complained, sinking a knee in the sheets as he lowered himself to nibble at her neck, the faux gentleness not lasting three seconds before he started leaving dark hickeys.

She could only writhe and whine into the Italian’s mouth, his tongue hungry, exploring every nook and cranny of her hot cavern while her other fuck buddy acted like a painter met with a blank canvas, the canvas being her skin.

Did she know they were a hundred percent in love, the two of them ? Yes. Did she also know that they both swung both ways and that she would have a good time and simultaneously get them to realize they should be boyfriends so it was a win-win ? Double yes. Just like the double dicking she was getting due to their denial. How lucky.

She arched into riddle’s touch as he got himself between her legs, simply kissing up her thighs, taking his time while Theo focused on her chest, like he always did, and she loved it.

“Such a dirty little slut you are.”

The raven haired boy spoke against her core, his thumb tracing the waistband of her panties, her skirt thrown to the ground in a second, her only response a needy nod due to the brunette looking up at her so sweetly, sucking on her hardened peak.

“So beautiful, cara mia…”

And just like that she swooned, the words spoken helplessly against her soft curves melting her, simultaneously she was dripping due to the dominance radiating from riddle’s every move.

They were good cop bad cop except they’re both fucking you so there’s that.

“Don’t you know what to do, doll ? Or are you waiting for me to put you in your place myself ?”

Matteo warned, eyes ignited in lust and burning with satisfaction when she instantly obeyed.

“Yes, sir…”

Getting on her knees in the center of the bed, whimpering at the mere position as she saw him get behind her and land his palm on her arse the same second.

“Good girl, fucking begging for come.”

He groaned, his thumb tracing her entrance teasingly, watching her cry out in desperation with a snicker.

“Look at me, amore.”

Theo softly whispered as he was propped up on his knees in front of her, his length thick and long, as hard as a rock.

“Take me, Tesoro.”

He gently caressed at her bottom lip, pressing his tip to her soft mouth with a moan, anticipating the pleasure and already impatient.

She barely got the head in her mouth when the cause of her limping the previous week pushed in half of his lubed cock straight into her. His hand playing with her needy folds with teasing touches as he growled at the feeling.

She could only desperately whimper as she pushed back for more while simultaneously leaning into the soft hand caressing her cheek and tenderly encouraging her to lick and kiss gently and not push herself too hard.

“A dirty little come slut aren’t you.”

His breathing was ragged as he grabbed at her hair, not pulling but simply anchoring himself as he thrust again and again into her tight heat that only squeezed at him begging for more.

“Y-yes! N-need your come, sir-“

She begged before taking Theo in her mouth again, desperate for praise. Her mouth going up and down on him, tongue twirling around him, eyes teary.

“That’s it, doing so good for me- fucking hell-“

He cursed as he thrusted deeper into her mouth, close to reaching his height already.

It was in that moment where he was blinded by these feelings, the need and want when their eyes met, wet sounds filling the room yet they could still each hear their heartbeats.

They could feel the heat igniting inside of them as they leaned forward, pushing themselves deeper as if the body between them could melt and they could touch without guilt.

Thats when it snapped, their restraint, and their lips pressed together. With both of them buried in who they wished was the other, with their warmth radiating to each other, they finally let it happen.

When they pulled away, Theo was blushing the most while Matteo only looked into his eyes in a daze, like he was drunk on what just happened.

“I-im gonna come-“

She begged with a loud moan, snapping them both to reality as they were back to fucking her, stealing glances as if imagining what it could have been if they were alone in this bed.

“Fucking take it-“

Riddle groaned and so did Nott as they both spilled inside of her, their seeds filling her while she clenched and swallowed desperately.

It was that night after that hookup when they couldn’t sleep, it was that night when with y/n sleeping between them, they held hands under the sheets, looking into each other’s eyes to see what they couldn’t deny anymore.

They needed each other.

Chapter Text

As a Nott he had to excel, it wasn’t an option, and he did just that. Ever since his first year he has been top of his class, perfect performance that made his constant detentions ignored by the professors.

He was good at everything.

Well, everything except potions. He just couldn’t wrap his head around it, he could not for the life of him measure something accurately because it simply wasn’t how he moved in life.

He wasn’t the type to plan or measure or be cautious, he just cannonballed through it all.

For the past three years he always had Draco help him, he tutored him for a couple of hours and he was good to go, what stressed him out these days though was that the  potions exam that’s worth a ridiculous portion of their grade was coming up and Draco was out of town for a family vacation.

Of course he wouldn’t care, he aced every exam so fuck him right ?

Matteo was even worse than himself, Enzo had too much extra classes and Blaise had enough on his plate as Parkinson was just as bad as Theodore.

He thought he was done for until Draco gave him a solution that was even more terrifying than failing the exam.

Asking Tom for help.

Even Draco knew damn well that he himself wouldn’t do it despite their weird half-friendship so why should Theodore do it ??

The last time he saw Tom was like a month ago and he only stared at him in silence, when Theo tried talking to him he answered with yes and no one time each, that’s it.

He didn’t even know where to go if he did want to find Tom, he saw him as much as he would see a full moon and so with the help of Malfoy telling him where he’ll likely be, he headed to the library.

He walked through the different bookshelves, the deeper he went into the library the colder it got, the dimmer the lights got and the more he shivered.

“Just study, Nott.”

He turned at the sound, the tall figure of riddle standing with an open book at hand, looking through the shelves with barely any interest.

“Tom…Uhh..hi..”

Theodore scratched at the back of his neck as he took a step closer, looking up to meet the boy’s eyes, they definitely had dead souls trapped in them, depths of void was an understatement.

The Italian was buffer yet Tom was taller and overall intimidating, he would still look scary even if he was 4ft.

“So..i was wondering-“

“I don’t have time to spoon feed you basic knowledge. Do better, if you can’t then why are you even a fifth year.”

Okay that stung, he barely even looked at him while saying that, like he was asking him his hobbies not insulting his ignorance.

“You didn’t have to spout all that, man.”

Theodore’s eyes intensified with anger as he put his hands in his pockets and walked off, fuck this asshole he didn’t want his help anyways

He’ll do this on his own. He decided as he lit a cigarette on the way out, a pair of oblivion eyes following his figure till it disappeared.

…

He sighed as he watched the potion turn mud brown for the third time in a row, he could lose his mind by now.

He ruffled his own hair as he reached for the herb knife again. If there were three of him the potion supplies of the school would be gone in a week.

“Horrible cutting.”

He heard and knew who it was so he didn’t bother to turn around, simply gripped the poor herbs tighter, chopping at them like a thirteen year old would his bangs.

“Fottuto stronzo.”

“Attento.”

Now he had to turn cuz what the hell. The bastard knew italian too ?

“Can’t you fuck off ? I said you could shove your help I don’t want it.”

Theodore complained as he watched Tom take a step forward from the wall he was leaning on, then another and another, with a completely almost too neutral face.

“You’re going to fail, terribly so.”

He spoke, getting even closer to the point he popped Theo’s social bubble, the brunette taking a step back.

“Hey. If you want to fight do it like a man. Get your wand out and let’s do it, you know damn well i already won against your brother.”

Theodore smirked as he looked up at him, at the firm set of his lips and the dangerous glint of amusement in his eyes.

“My brother ? You think that’s a sign you’ll manage a duel with me, Nott ?”

He snickered, that in itself a miracle, as he leaned forward, towering over him, his nose so close to the brunette’s locks.

“You’d lose in a second.”

His proximity was making a nervous shiver run down his spine as he felt his warmth radiate from him with how close he was, he could almost be hidden in his chest.

Theo tried to reply yet riddle’s hand reached for his wrist that still had the herb knife in its hold, moving his body easily as he turned him towards the table, guiding his hand to the cutting board.

“Slow.”

He instructed, his breath hot against the brunette’s ear as he made him hold the herbs with his hand wrapped around his and cut them with the same technique.

Tom’s hands were pale and they enveloped Theo’s slightly tan ones completely, his back was pressed to riddle’s chest and he had to actively focus on not thinking about his touch and what it made him feel.

“Theodore. I said grab the roots.”

“Huh- yeah.”

Theo tried not to react to the embarrassment he felt at not hearing the man, grabbing the roots, Tom pulling away from behind him yet still staying close as he basically instructed him with his eyes to add them and stir, the concoction turning light blue.

“Good, although practice is needed.”

Was the only comment before he turned around and left him standing there with the first correctly done potion all trimester and confusing feelings he didn’t want to acknowledge.

…

For some reason he felt a pressing need to get more, of the praise not the touch, at least that’s what he told himself.

What’s a potion everyone in their class knew how to get to be perfect ? Amortentia.

And he was going to work on it all alone to the point when everyone including riddle walked in they would be impressed by his quickly improving skills.

So that was the plan, the execution though had its bumps. At first the idea was Amortentia, then it was a mild love potion, then it was a more complicated one and now he was staying up, spending his night next to a boiling pot.

He was getting frustrated, it just wouldn’t work, no matter how much he added,removed, boiled, stirred, it’s just wouldn’t get to the color it needed to be.

“For merlin’s sake.”

He was yelling at the potion as if that could do anything, stirring and stirring until suddenly a cloud of smoke emitted from the pot, making him cough and cover his mouth and nose to try and escape it.

“Nott, what in the merlin-“

Tom, who had appeared out of nowhere, covered his mouth and nose with his robes till the smoke subsided to reveal a passed out Theodore on the ground.

“God.”

He would rather die before letting anyone see how fast he stepped forward, instantly crouching down, tilting his head back ready to start CPR.

The list of the things he can’t do was minuscule.

He leaned down and pressed their lips together, pushing air into his lungs before pulling back, seeing his lashes flutter as he opened his eyes, a weird spark in them.

“Tom…”

“What happened-“

He couldn’t finish the sentence as the brunette sat up and kissed him, blushing as he threaded his fingers in his hair, cupping his cheek like this was the norm.

“Nott- get off of me have you completely lost it-“

Riddle could barely speak as the Italian kissed him again and again, pushing his tongue into the mix, eager, so fucking eager it was dizzying.

Tom groaned as he gripped his waist, pulling him closer, kissing him deeper, harder, rough and claiming, like he would die if he didn’t memorize every nook and cranny of his mouth.

“You taste so good…you smell so good-“

Theo babbled in a haze with a naive smile,his hands moving along the man’s chest , dangerously close to his belt.

“Enough. Get off me.”

It was supposed to be a shout yet it came out ragged, almost a plead. From Tom Riddle. That alone could send someone into psychosis.

The shocking thing was that Theodore did not pull away nor apologize, no.

He wanted to shatter him completely, apparently without even knowing it, his sapphire eyes welling up, no tears spilling as he bit his bottom lip and clenched his hands around Tom’s robes but pretty damn close to sobbing.

“Sei così cattivo…Ti amo ma sei così cattivo.”

Theo murmured through a sniffle and Tom didn’t know what the hell possessed him when he pulled him against his chest, surrendering to this scene that was straight out of those trash novels second years would read at sleepovers.

His arms wrapped around him, and the brunette’s body relaxed and he pressed closer with a contented sigh, gripping his robes.

Tom took the chance of him calming down and tilted his chin upwards, inspecting the charmed glint in his eyes while the other took the chance to grin up at him.

He leaned forward to try and pinpoint what the hell he conjured up in that pot from the scent yet Theo blushed and closed his eyes, waiting for a kiss.

“No, you idiot.”

Theo pouted at the snicker from riddle and leaned forward, burying his face in his neck,  nuzzling close.

“Why not…”

Theo whispered as he pressed his lips softly to the side of the man’s neck, so close to him that he felt him tense at the touch.

“What are you talking about.”

Tom pressed on his words, hands trying to pry the Italian away from him, to push him off, laugh at him and blackmail him with this embarrassing performance yet he somehow couldn’t.

Maybe because he has been imagining this for months now.

“Why not…kiss me ?”

He asked, so clueless and hurt as he looked into his eyes with his own doe ones.

“Because you’re drugged into oblivion.”

Tom spoke matter of factly, moving to get up and look through the different vials and plant roots and leaves, starting to work on an antidote.

“Tom…”

Theodore complained, feeling hurt from the rejection yet not giving up, getting closer, on his knees between him and the table as he looked up at him, pouting.

“Behave.”

He ordered sternly and Theo shivered at that, pressing his cheek to the man’s thigh, riddle’s fists clenched.

“What the fuck did you even make.”

Tom gritted his teeth, stirring the blackish potion, trying to busy himself to not pay attention to the soft breath so close to where he was increasingly visibly agitated, reacting to this.

He always called men who aren’t able to control themselves pathetic, but he wasn’t exactly composed right now.

“Do i have to prove myself ? Prove im a good boy ?”

No fucking way he just heard that. His eyes shot down to the kneeling Nott, blushing and biting his bottom lip, his hand resting on the man’s thigh.

“Good boy ? You’re not even close to being good. You’re sinful.”

It sounded like an insult but it unfortunately wasn’t as the herbs and plants were long forgotten on the table, his palm cupping the boy’s cheek, tilting his head up where he was between his legs.

“Be a good fucking boy then, Theodore.”

A whimper escaped his lips as he nodded slowly, both hands holding onto his legs as he leaned forward, his lips parting slightly, his teeth taking hold of his zipper and pulling it down.

“Merlin’s bloody hell, Nott.”

Tom hissed, hand gripping the brunette’s locks, far from gentle, pulling him closer, encouraging him and egging him on to go further.

“S-sir…”

Riddle could barely keep it together at that, at how Theo reached to free him from his pants, lips parting simply from the sight of him, fucking massive.

“Fucking take it. You open your fucking mouth and take it.”

He groaned through gritted teeth as he held Theo’s chin, guiding him forward who instantly stuck his tongue out, taking him slowly, mouth slurping at the bead of precum on his tip the same second.

“That’s it.”

Tom moaned lowly, pushing deeper, gripping his hair harder, breathing heavily as he watched him work him desperately.

“Sir…come in my mouth-“

Theo mumbled around his length, the vibrations alone making the taller man throw his head back.

“The effects of that potion are going to wear off any second now. I don’t finish in thirty seconds, doll.”

He smirked as he grabbed his chin and pulled him off of himself, watching him whine in protest before the glint of the charm left his eyes, looking up in complete confusion.

“What the hell…”

Theodore mumbled, still breathing heavily, flushed with heat and with a cock a centimeter away from his lips, he looked up at the groaning Tom for an explanation.

“Don’t you dare coward now. You kissed me like a fool, clung to me like you were my wife and got down on your knees begging to suck my dick. You better not backtrack now.”

Tom snickered, not holding his hair anymore as he didn’t make any move to push him back into what they were doing, simply waited for an answer.

Theodore was beet red at the information, lips parting and closing trying to form a sentence in vain before he lowered his gaze, unable to meet the man’s for a second.

After he mustered up some composure he looked up at him like he owned this moment, even something like this couldn’t break his pride which only made Riddle smirk.

“If you tell a single soul i’ll rip you to shreds.”

“Right.”

Theo pretended not to hear the mocking response as he cautiously leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lick along the underside of his cock.

“You wanted to be a good boy, you said. I wonder if that was just the potion talking. I doubt it. You’re on your knees for me completely sober aren’t you, Nott.”

Tom spoke through a growl at the feeling, his hand clenching around brown locks again, a smirk decorating his face.

Theodore ignored him, sucking and slurping as much as he can, his tongue swirling around the length in his mouth, eyes getting beautifully teary as Tom suddenly thrusted forward, hitting the back of his throat yet he fought back the gagging impressively.

“Such a good boy.”

The praise, rough and raspy as he thrusted again into his mouth was mind fucking, he looked up at him, wanting more and the man could only snicker through heaving breaths.

“You’re being so good for me aren’t you. Wanting more, begging for my come, hm ?”

Riddle’s hips were now creating a pace that Theodore could only moan and whimper at, tears slipped down his cheeks, the wet thrusts alone making him sneak his hand between his legs to palm himself through his clothes.

A rough gag was the result as he ground himself hard into his mouth, sternly glaring at him.

“I have said to behave.”

He instantly moved his hand away from where he ached the most, gasping as it was replaced by the man’s boot pressing firmly against the tent in his pants.

“Tom, what are you-“

He couldn’t even finish his sentence as he moaned when the leather boot dragged along his clothed length.

“Mouth.”

He ordered, holding his chin with his thumb and index, coaxing him to open his mouth which he did, blushing as his hips involuntarily rolled against his boot.

“Tom-“

“Sir.”

“S-sir please…”

He tried to beg, already muffled as the man pushed himself in again, his hand uncharacteristically gentle cupping his face.

“That’s it.”

Tom groaned, thrusting so deep tears spilled from the Italian’s eyes again before he started fucking into his mouth again and again, the mere sight of flushed cheeks and wet lips and the brunette’s hips grounding against his boot made him nearly lose it.

“Swallow.”

He hissed out through gritted teeth as he groaned, burying himself to the hilt, Theo cried out when spurts of hot come filled his mouth, swallowing down as much as he can.

…

For a couple of days that was all both men could think about. The fact they saw each other so intimately really made it hard to not feel anything.

Theodore would blush every time he thought about it, blood would rush to his head every time he remembered how he talked to him, how he tasted.

Tom as much as he didn’t wear his feelings on his sleeve was acting weird himself, asking about Theodore more when talking to Draco, surrounding the brunette like an invisible cloak, feeling surprisingly protective, even possessive of him.

They both thought it wasn’t ever going to become anything more yet when Tom would stay up working, Theodore would be right there beside him all night. When Theodore got into fights, whoever landed a finger on him would be hexed within the hour, and when Tom got sick and thought he would rot and no one would care, Theodore took care of him till the very end.

It was a few nights after when a certain someone confessed, he would turn anyone into a chicken if they knew about it though, a kiss and a loud night later they were officially dating. A heart attack for their whole friend group and probably the entire school but oh well.