Where Can I Find A Man Like Thissss

Where can I find a man like thissss

Caught up in the relaxation

warnings: nsfw!18+, fem orgasm, fem masturbation, vibrator, forced orgasm, blowjob, throatfucking, dirty talk, daddy kink, degrading, dom kink, punishment, male orgasm, swearing. Picture does not represent the reader.

A/n: a little boyfriend mattheo punishing you for forgetting the rules. 3.1k

Tired, groggy, and oddly horny were your current feelings while you reached for the shower handle. Jets of hot water spray out, your muscles rolling back already feeling looser as you step underneath the rain cloud head. Eyes closing at the instant relief the heat brings you, leaning your head backwards, letting the water hit your neck with perfect jolts of pressure.

It had been a long day, buried deep in your studies well past dinnertime, and the scorching water was providing comfort in washing all that away. Too invested in yourself relaxation, your mind slips momentarily, forgetting about the later plans to hang with your boyfriend.

Resting idly back onto the tiled wall, changing the angle of how the water runs down your body, a flute of water shooting down gently between your folds. You eagerly reach down, adding a finger to the current simulations, and rub your clit slowly. Minutes pass by and your neediness grows restlessly, your body wanting more, and you search for something a little stronger to help soothe your ache.

Reaching out for your vibrator, the new vibrations strum gratifyingly in the replacement of your fingers, potent strums pulsate on your swollen clit, accommodating a much better relief that your fingers couldn’t provide. It doesn’t take long for your mind to be swept up in the staggering sensations, your knees buckling at the feeling.

Panting breaths are lost to the sounds of the shower but overthrown by the small whimpers you exhale. Hands bracing on the walls, lurching over from the intensive muscle spasm erupting as you whine and moan, body ignited with heat.

It’s all too much for your exhausted body, forcing you to slump and lay down in the bath, not breaking the pressure that pulses on your needy clit. Absorbed immensely in the rising climax, the jets of water torrenting down on your open legs, accentuating the blissful numbing sensitivity stirring within you.

Making your eyes flutter closed, lips parting at the rising of your rapid breaths exhaling. Lewd thoughts swirl in your mind of Mattheo, imagining the many skills he would perform on you if he were here. How you wished he was, and your hopeful thinking is answered all too soon.

When Mattheo enters the bathroom in search of you, he freezes in the doorframe, pleasantly surprised to find you caught up in relaxation. Having already been headed over to see you, he had expected to see you unwinding in a hot bath or waiting cuddled up in bed for him. He knew the excessive stress you brought among yourself when studying and it was one reason the two of you had pre-planned him coming over.

Resting against the solid frame for a moment, he appreciatively captures you laid out in bliss, his eyes drift lustfully, trailing the contours of your naked body. He’s seen you bare so many times, and yet every time he feels his breath hitch in wonderment at the beauty you possess. He's kind of impressed you're so into it, unable to notice him as he watched with a hunger to hastily join you. But sensing your quickly arriving climax, he reassembles his sinful thoughts with the fact you’re being exceptionally bad and decides now is best to interrupt.

In a few steps he strides forwards, alerting his presence, and his voice speaks with a bitter undertone at your misbehavior. "Someone's been up to something naughty.”

Startled by the sharpness his voice cuts through the cold air, having been lost in the overwhelming euphoric sensations you were once receiving, his interruption now stalls your delectable ministrations. A flash of heat washes promptly over your body, burning in every crevice with a fluster that has you wishing for the water to run cold. Disappointment seeps over you at the absence of your release and at knowing you weren’t supposed to use your toys without Mattheo around.

Locking gazes with him, your eyes widened, a deer caught in the headlights fumbling with the settings of the toy in your attempt to hide your reprehensible act. You swallow apprehensively, with an aching cunt unable to answer him. With raised brows he tuts saunting forwards and bending down, he swipes his tongue against his teeth, looming down on your exposed figure with darkened eyes. “Princess, what I’d say about breaking my rules?”

He reaches forwards clasping your wrist when you try to conceal the toy under your thigh, “don’t go hiding that now, you're clearly so eager to use it, so why don’t you show me how good it makes you feel?” His eyes lower, daring you, engulfing his hand over yours, pressing the button for you.

The familiar humming sound vibrates around the room, and with a subtle movement, you're jolting again. Helpless eyes stay locked on his, squirming under his intense gaze like an ant under a microscope. Slow pulses ricochet onto your clit, the tantalizing waves clearly a testament to your boyfriend's apathetic brutal advances, the pearly whites of a wicked grin slowly gracing his face, sliding into place so naturally at his delight.

“You were about to cum, weren't you?” He knows the answer already but can’t help but tease, his grin spreading at the rapid nodding of your head. “You think I should let you when you couldn’t even wait for me?”

With a free hand he reaches forwards and toys with your nipple, the sensitivity of his fingers brings to your cold bud entices a sound unfamiliar to yourself. A sound so sweet, so pleasing to Mattheo, causing his body to stir, tightening in the constraining contents of his trousers. His eyes shine with mischievous satisfaction at your frustrations and desperate whines.

Nothing gave him more gratification than when he makes you squirm and beg for him. With sweet pleading eyes, babbling the most crude and lewd things in an attempt to get what you want. He could never truly be mad at you for breaking his rules, for while he wanted to use the toys himself, punishing you gave him a type of satisfaction that could only come from putting you in place.

“Come on princess, speak up, tell me what you want. Or do you not want me? Don’t need me anymore, do you? You're fine being left with the little toy, huh?” The vibrations pull away at the lift of his hand and you jolt, quickly hit with a coldness in the toy's absence.

“No! Please, Matty, I wanna cum so badly.” Words spill out of your mouth in a frantic tumble, desperate to get what you want, your hand reaching for him to move his wrist back as your hips buck. “I’m sorry, I just got needy. I want you. I swear!” With the sweetest, most innocent eyes you can muster, you plead at him, your legs shaking at the rising but tantalizing slow climb of your climax.

His fingers circle over the button contemplating your plea before he presses it up a level, enticing a new pulse of power to surge directing onto your clit. He watches desiredly at how quickly you fall back into aimless shambles, disjointed whimpers tangled with your breathless pants in your exhaustion.

He tenses at the tight grip you grasp him in an effort to stabilise yourself, muscles tensing with a scrambled coil that burns in your abdominal. Weakened eyes flutter back with a roll with an intensity that has you seeing stars under the lights of a new audience, the recurring surge of heat inflames your body, shaking waves of trembles throughout it. Mattheo grabs your chin to make you gaze up. “Look at me.” His voice is husky and hoarse, his eyes glued to you and your unravelling. “Merlin, you’re such a mess.”

The brink of your orgasm approaches, the pressure bursting at the edge and skirmishly your eyes blear glossy, squeezing shut. Mattheo senses the ultimate struggle you're battling with holding it in, and he increases the speed on the device, sending you withering and whimpering. Relishing in the mess that you are, he speaks granting you permission. “Go on cum for me baby.”

A wave of relief consumes your body in a warm hue at the release of your ecstasy, muscles contracting in an array of pleasure. Head resting against the curve of the tub, sparks of light blur your vision as you moan his name. Mattheo’s mouth runs dry, enticingly captivated by the scene unfolding, his heart and cock throb simultaneously in a sweet vicarious possessiveness at his name, falling so euphonious.

Eyes swell with a darkened desire, he studies your spent form catching your breath with a heaving chest, his fingers dip swirling through your folds welcoming the quiet whimper you hum sensitively.

Re-fiddling with the trigger of the device, he flickers over the switch in consideration, “You liked that huh?” His fingers persist dragging long strokes torturously through your slicked folds, engrossing himself in the quiver and jolts your pussy does while it clenches searching for friction. Delicately he continues and you watch unmoving to stop him, waiting with anguished patience and in trepidation for his next move.

Mattheo’s punishments were never this straightforward, he was a man who enjoyed power, dominance and control. A simple delaying of your orgasm would never be enough to suffice him. With curious eyes and scrunched brows you dare to speak, “Yes..but I want you. Wanna be good for you Matty.”

A deep humorous laugh ruptures, engulfing the space making the hairs on your neck stand and a weighted sigh. His eyes hold challenge gleaming with sadisictic intent, and you know he finds your words improbable. “Wanna be good suddenly…not trying to butter me up are you baby?”

Cocking a brow, his lips pull into a teasing grin indifferent to your atonement, his fingers rub the trigger of the device before he places it back down on your sensitive clit. “I think you liked it so much, it be mean of me not to let you have more, hm?” With a click he turns up the pressure hearing your breath catch in your throat.

“Matty...fuck… I can't.” A whine of protest escapes you at the repeated throbbing vibrates, pulsating violently onto your swollen clit. Your pussy clenches agonizing at the sound of his dark snigger, twitching unremitting in rhythm with the shakiness of your thighs. He returns his fingers back to your pretty tits, groping the agile warmth of the curved skin of your breast. He toys determinedly squeezing, pinching, pulling at the sensitive buds.

The loud messy cries you release spur his cock to twitch again in his trousers, pausing his movements, installing a change of action. He can hardly contain himself any longer, needing to rethink his punishment. Removing his hand and the excruciating toy, relishing in your aspirated breath of relief, he coos with a dark tone. “It’s okay baby, I got something better planned for you.”

Instantly your body relaxes, slumping down into the silicone bath, his eyes stay drinking you in, trained on the movements of your chest heaving. So pretty, so worn out, but he’s not finished. He hums appreciatively, standing up revealing to you his growing hard on and unbuckles his belt, holding in the chuckle at your widening eyes.

Though you look drained completely, he can see the desire swirling in your eyes, almost as if hypnotised in the need to please him. He grins, pushing his boxers down, showcasing to you what you’ve been craving. Releasing a small exhale, giving it a few pumps, smearing the pre-cum around the tip.

“Now…Said you wanna be good for me, didn’t you. Sit up for’me.” His voice is low and authoritative, easily commanding your next move obediently as your weakened body perches up. He continues to pump, his eyes squeezing shut at the feel of his hand rubbing along his length. Watching greedily with dilated pupils, clear arousal displayed upon your face as you bite your lip, waiting eagerly for his next words. “Gonna be a good girl for daddy huh?”

You nod instantly, forgetting he can’t see. He waits a second and at the lingering silence, he opens his eyes; his pupils blown wide, his head leaning down to gaze at you sitting so perfectly. “Use your words, princess.”

Nodding again reflexivity, you pause at his raising brows and speak up, “Yes daddy, gonna be so good for you.” A satisfied grin has your core clenching again, making you whimper in your sensitive state.

“Good. Now, you’re going to be a clever girl for me,…turn on the vibrator.” A sense of panic is quickly contorted over your features, causing Mattheo to smirk when you obey him, despite your apprehension. “That’s it, go on, put it back on your greedy little cunt.”

His eyes darken, drinking in every taunting instruction he provides to you, enjoying the desperate daze expression on your pretty face, knowing how sensitive you must feel. The sweet sound of buzzing is pleasing to his ears, and the shortly followed whines.

He steps closer, his shins pressing against the edge of the bath, his free hand threads in your hair, tugging hard, tilting your head back. The breathless pants of your open mouth make it easy for him to slide his cock between your lips. He gives a hitched sigh at the fulfillment of your warm throat engulfing his cock, a swell of pride surging through him as you moan, taking him fully. “That’s it, fuck-k.”

His hips don’t waste any time jutting forwards taking what's his, as he thrusts his cock deeper, further down your throat. Tightening his hold in your locks, coiling around the strands in makeshift reigns helping to guide you. The sensations you feel from the vibrator on your swollen, overstimulated clit are enough on its own to have you struggling on weakened knees. Mixed with the glorious feeling of sucking his cock and gazing up, you’re captivated getting to see the sweet pleasure course through him listening to his sensual groans.

“Fuck princess..such a fucking little slut taking me so well.” Your eyes flutter instantly at the trembling of your legs, widening them in a semi squat to achieve ultimate strumming pressure on your clit. He gazes down at you huskily, tugging your hair with a small jerk, when he notices your small stall of movements getting lost in the throbbing sensations. Eyes lift at the harsh pull, your gaze meeting his eyes as you focus on keeping your mouth agape for him to use. He smirks at your resilience cooing, “Atta girl..you’re doing so well baby.”

He’s having a hard time controlling himself, at the babbling mess you’re becoming soaking his cock while you continue to suck him off. Liquid seeping from all places, his cock twitches in the warmth of your saliva filled mouth watching the drool dribble from your pretty lips. He bends, lowering his hand to clean your chin, caressing it, his fingers feeling the jutting of his cock against your cheeks. “Greedy little slut, you like being used like this don’t you.”

A gag pulls from you at the deeper thrust and your eyes well with tears, reaching out to stabilize yourself, finding alleviation at the contact of his thighs, scraping your nails into his skin. He hisses at the pain, groaning at your gagging but doesn’t decrease his ravenous pace, his eyes flickering from your desperate eyes down to your greedy cunt leaking juices amongst the shaking of your legs.

Your brows scrunch and more tears spill at the euphoria you're experiencing from both pleasuring him and yourself, a constant battle testing your concentration. Mattheo can see the turmoil your mouth is having in relaxing properly. Watching every muffled moan that pours from you, his eyes darkening satisfying when your eyes flutter closed before shooting back open quickly. “Fucking keep still brat, you’re getting exactly what you deserve, baby.”

The rise of your second orgasm commences upon you with shaking legs, pleading at Mattheo, you whine a whimper around his cock. He moans sensing the growing restless, “that’s it baby.. fuck you wanna cum, huh.” His hips twitch and he forces you forward, his thrusts growing sloppier. “Hold it. Hold it like a good girl, you don’t cum till I say so. That’s my fucking pussy and I say when you can cum.”

Streams of black tears spill the evidence of your wrecked makeup, vision blurring in and out of bliss. You moan at his words, nodding around his cock, sucking harder, hoping he’ll cum and let you. He groans, his hips jutting, “fuck..fuck fuck yeah that’s it..take it baby take it all” He’s spurting his cum down your throat with a curse of your name a moment later, squeezing his eyes shut clasping his hand around your head.

Forcing yourself to swallow, your whines fill the room louder again at the sheer force you require yourself to hold off from climaxing. Pulling back with an aching jaw, you cry, “Matty..fuck please.. I-I can’t -.”

“Go ahead baby.” Mattheo cuts you off, ensuring your permission, and watches with eager eyes at the shrill moan that leaves your mouth. His name, a treasure delight, gasped from your lips in the state of your climax. With a tired body, you slump down in the bath head resting on the edge, chest heaving, the oxygen filling your lungs burning.

You make out his own deep breaths, a calmer demeanor washing over him as he stares at your exhausted state. He crouches down to rub your knee softly with a loving tenderness. “you good baby?”

With a lazy grin at the floor, you lift a hand giving him a thumbs up, “mmmh more than satisfied."

His eyes light, a cheeky grin spreading on his face with a deep chuckle and he squeezes your kneecap, “come here while I run us a bath” He leans forwards scooping you up to sit in his lap as he swishes his wand to get the water running. Soft kisses are peppered across your forehead, down your cheek and last, on your lips. Weakly you kiss him back, savouring the sweet fondness he pushes through at the meshing of your lips.

“Missed you today, so you owe me a bunch of cuddles after that stunt.” The bath fills fast, and he maneuvers the two of you in as you give a loopy grin. Nestling back into his chest, safe arms wrapping around you, he plants another kiss and presses against your shoulder blade.

Sighing softly, you mumble sheepishly, “Mmh yeah, sorry, I got caught up a little too well in relaxation.”

His body vibrates behind you, “Mmh, yeah I’d say so. Let me catch up to your level then.” The two of you stay soaking up the relaxing atmosphere of spending the evening in the bath, with sweet giggles and kisses.

Masterlist

Slytherin Boys React: Free Use

If I disappear I come back nastier 🤷🏻‍♀️

You and your boyfriend have a free use agreement.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, free use, CNC, degradation, oral (both), piv, fingering, breastplay, smut with no plot

Mattheo Riddle

Everyone knows Mattheo has an oral fixation. But not everyone knows that watching you put anything in your mouth drives him absolutely crazy. From biting your nails, to chewing on your pen, or sucking on a piece of candy. It drives the man feral. Feral.

After hours you two snuck into the girls bathroom so you could get ready for bed before staying the night in his dorm. You face the mirror brushing your teeth, you don’t notice the way he’s watching you. Gagging on your toothbrush lightly, a small white stream of toothpaste dripping down your lips. The way your pouty lips part as you bend over the sink to check your molars thoroughly.

Suddenly poking under your nightgown, he brushes his cock between your thighs. The smallest warning before he makes quick work of your panties and slides into your warm unsuspecting pussy. A muffled moan escapes your lip as he raises his brows in the mirror, shocked at how good it feels.

“Don’t stop baby” he whispers and you struggle to keep brushing as he thrusts lazily into you. Eyes staring only at your mouth even when you feel yourself clench around him. His focus is on thin line of toothpaste dripping out of your lips as he fucks you stupid.

Theodore Nott

“Mine”. That’s what Theo said as soon as you got to his room. Well he didn’t as much say it to you as he did to your breasts. He sat on his bed, his eyes immediately drawn to your chest highlighted by the little tank top you wore.

He reached his arms out for you and when you stood in front of him to give him a hug he immediately buried his face in your breasts.

“Mine…so beautiful” he muttered.

“Well hello to you too,” you begin to say laughing but he doesn’t respond. He is a man starved. His hands trail quickly from your back to the neckline of your top yanking it down. Yes our bra also becomes a casualty, they bunch at your waist biting into your skin. Immediately he licks a nipple. Swirling his tongue. Taking a little bite. Then the other. His hands squeeze softly, then possessively. Making you hiss at the pressure and moan when he sucks harder.

You feel the heat between your thighs building and your hips begin to keen forward as you moan.

“Mmm, Theo please,” you whine begging for more your pussy dripping needing to be touched. But he doesn’t hear you, he doesn’t care to hear you. He releases one of your nipples with a loud pop and looks up at you with swollen lips and eyes full of possession. It told you he was going to have you however he wanted.

“Mine.”

Enzo Berkshire

Your boyfriend had a way with words. He had a cute mouth, a charming mouth and every now and then a smart mouth. You had spent the better part of an hour listening to him chat and flirt with people at a party. Your friends, his friends, all genders. He couldn’t help it. He was just really that charming. It had managed to tick you off and arouse you all at the same time.

The party had left your mind feeling light and hazy but his behavior left a hot sting in your stomach. When you both stumbled into his dorm, his back hit he bed and he laid yawning.

“Must be exhausted after flirting all night,” you snapped not hiding aggravation in your tone.

Enzo only grinned like the charismatic little bastard he is, “really darling, don’t tell me you’re jealous” he practically purred knowing full and well you were. You made quick work of your panties sliding them down as she stood on the side of his bed.

“Not jealous just curious,” you teased as you began to climb in bed. He raised his eyebrow at you as your straddled his face.

“I’m curious if your mouth can do something that doesn’t piss me off,” your voice a mixture of frustration and lust. His hands found purchase on your hips as he pulls you onto his tongue. Eagerly he slides his tongue against you,his jaw moving aggressively. You feel him lightly suck on your clit as he rocks your hips against his face and your brain shortwires.

Draco Malfoy

You hadn’t even had time to fully form a thought about your transfiguration homework before Draco stuffed his cock in your mouth. You knew when his eyes looked like they did, cold and far away that it wasn’t time to give him any lip about it.

His quidditch loss had left him angsty. The veins on his hands protruding as threw his dirty uniform into the hamper. He only had a towel slung across his hips as he walked into his dorm. You sat at your desk about to open your textbook. The sight of you so calm, unfettered by his loss and so beautiful was almost maddening.

The towel laid on the floor, his hand cradled your jaw and he slid in. The thrusts were rough, you gagged softly as his other hand threaded into your hair. His lips parted, eyes unreadable, when he saw yours tear up as he pushed too far he finally let out a groan.

“There we go, pretty little slut” he let out in a breathy growl, “let me use you”.

Blaise Zabini

The metallic taste of the rings on his fingers on your tongue surprised you. You blinked your eyes open half awake. Your body had been flush against Blaise as you slept, unaware he had been staring for ten minutes dying to feel you.

When the saliva coated fingers dragged between your thighs, you let in a soft gasp. His other hand clamped your mouth as he softly teased your clit ignoring your whimpers. Hungry, searching finally when he felt you dripping and ready for him he yielded his touch. Shifting on top of you, his hand never left your mouth. He knew by the half lidded look in your eyes and the way your thighs spread open eagerly that you were needy.

He shoved his cock inside of you, burying it as deeply as he could as his face fell into your shoulder. His free hand pinning your hip so he could control the painfully slow and intense movement. He pushed you over the edge easily and when he finished he rolled back off of you leaving you dripping and breathless as he fell back asleep.

Tom Riddle

Many would assume that it would have been Tom who wanted to use you freely and not the other way around. True dominance for him, wasn’t taking you whenever he wanted. It was knowing he held your desire in the palm of his hand. Nothing made him happier than knowing that you needed him.

Tom was more than happy to lay nude on his bed, on arm behind his head and the other holding a book. The music he usually played while he studied replaced by the sounds of you moaning as you rode his cock eagerly.

Your skin glistened from effort, your cheeks flushed and breath heavy. Your whimpers and whines pleased him as he mulled over the Charm Theories text book in his hand. Only lowering it a moment to catch a glimpse of you trying to desperately chasing your high. You may be using his cock but he denied you the effort, the attention the friction you truly needed. And he loved it.

If you managed to fuck yourself to orgasm with your needy, pathetic movements he would be tickled. Amused. But he preferred you frustrated and desperate for later. Where he would have you on his own terms.

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tallgurlthoughts810

8 months ago

heaven and back.

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader x theodore nott.

song inspiration: heaven and back by chase atlantic.

author's note: poly! matty and theo just hits different. the teamwork that these two would put in. whew baby that's a one way ticket to st. mungo's. these men break backs, not hearts 😏

You were good at playing games.

As a matter of fact, Mattheo and Theodore would argue that you were a little too good.

After all, you met your boyfriends during one of Malfoy’s infamous game nights in which you swindled Mattheo and Theodore out of a few hundred galleons during a tense round of magical poker. Ever since that fateful night in fourth year, the three of you became inseparable. Thanks to your slyness, the first Saturday of every month was deemed sacred to your fellow Slytherins. Game nights were reserved for drinking and debauchery, which just so happened to be your specialty.

Though the entirety of Hogwarts coveted an invitation to the longstanding tradition, very few were allowed a glimpse into the inner workings of the serpent’s nest. Tonight, the guest of honor was none other than the Gryffindor golden girl—Hermione Granger. She and Draco only started dating a month ago, but anyone with eyes could see that Malfoy was quite smitten. Before Hermione, Draco had never invited a significant other to game night.

You were determined to give Hermione a warm Slytherin welcome. Hence the special potion you brewed just for the occasion.

With a smirk, you produced the potion from your back pocket. The liquid sloshed around in the glass vial, the iridescent purple mixture flecked with specks of glitter.

“I know that look.” Theo remarked, pulling you into his lap. “What sort of trouble are you brewing, dolcezza?”

Mattheo chuckled and nestled against his shoulder. “Don’t act like you don’t like it, Teddy. You know we both benefit from her mischief. Isn’t that right, princess?”

You smiled, ruffling Mattheo’s curls. “You’re absolutely right, Matty. Tonight, everyone will reap the rewards of my tricks. I concocted a special little potion that’ll make game night a little more interesting.”

Pansy raised a perfectly groomed brow. “What exactly does this little concoction of yours do, Y/N? The last time I drank something you brewed, I ended up streaking through the quidditch pitch.”

“As I recall, I was right beside you, Pans.” Your friend chuckled, nodding in confirmation. “Consider this a social lubricant. It takes the edge off, makes you feel a little warm and fuzzy inside. It’s the perfect balance between feeling tipsy and high. Lowers those pesky inhibitions.”

Draco scoffed. “If this group lowers their inhibitions any further, we’d all be expelled.”

“That’s why we have you, Dray. What good is the Malfoy fortune if it can’t bail us out of sticky situations?”

“Need I remind you that the last sticky situation almost ended with Enzo in the infirmary after Mattheo and Theo convinced him to race backwards on their brooms.”

Hermione watched the back and forth exchange, absorbing the interaction with a small smile.

“Draco’s exaggerating, of course. Anyone would’ve missed the whomping willow in the dark.” The Golden Girl chuckled as you sent her a conspiratory wink, causing Draco to sigh in exasperation. “Besides, Berkshire had fun. Didn’t you, Enz?”

“Oh, loads. I had a blast pulling twigs from my arse for two hours straight afterwards.”

“See? You’re not talking us into taking another one of your poisons, Y/N.”

Enzo shook his head. “Speak for yourself, cousin. I’m definitely in.”

The rest of your friends expressed their agreement. Even Blaise, who would never dream of drinking anything besides the finest vintage, was eager to participate. Mostly to see the others make a fool of themselves, which was perfectly fine by you.

Draco rolled his silver eyes. “Fine. You lot are going to end up talking me into it, anyways.”

“What about you, Hermione? Would you like a sip as well?”

Her warm, honey brown eyes darted around the room. Draco clasped her hand in his, squeezing gently. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, love. I’m only agreeing because I don't want to have to take care of these heathens.”

You nodded empathically. “No pressure, Hermione. You can say no if you’d like, but I am rather proud of my little concoction and it would be an absolute honor if the golden girl partook in our debauchery. After all, you’re dating Draco. You might as well get used to it now.”

A mischievous grin pulled at Hermione’s lips. She shrugged nonchalantly, her curls cascading over her shoulder. “Why the bloody hell not?”

“That’s the spirit, Granger!” cheered Pansy.

You smirked in response and slithered out of your boyfriend’s lap. Both Mattheo and Theo watched intently as you crawled across the plush ornate rug, slowly making your way towards the Gryffindor. Hermione sucked in a breath, her cheeks blossoming into a pretty blush. Her hands, which were laid in her lap in the most prim and proper way, twitched when you knelt before her on the sofa.

Behind you, Mattheo mumbled something into Theo’s ear. When you glanced over your shoulder, your boyfriends were staring directly at you, anticipating your next move. You responded with an innocent smile before turning back to Hermione.

With a sly smile, you held her honey eyed gaze and tapped her bottom lip. “Open up, love.”

Hermione swallowed thickly before parting her lips. You gently cradled her jaw before tipping the vial into her mouth, pouring a generous amount of potion for the golden girl. She looked up at you expectantly, her lashes fluttering ever so slightly.

You rewarded her with a cheeky wink. “Good girl, Granger. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

She shook her head, the flush on her cheeks mimicking her house colors as you wiped a droplet of liquid off of her lips with your thumb. Beside her, Draco sighed. “For Salazar’s sake, stop putting the moves on my girlfriend.”

“What’s the matter, Dray? Are you scared I’ll steal Hermione away from you?”

“You can hardly blame me. You’re a shameless flirt, Y/N.”

You placed a hand over your heart, feigning offense. “Why, I’d never dream of flirting with your lady. You know how jealous my boys get.”

Your boyfriends shook their heads, clearly amused at your attempt to rile Draco up. Truly, your friend made it too easy. You chuckled as the blonde glared at you. “Come on, Malfoy. It’s your turn. Maybe the potion will loosen you up, yeah?”

Draco rolled his eyes, but allowed you to pour the potion into his mouth. You moved down the line, doing the same for Pansy, Blaise, and Enzo. The latter grinned as you ruffled his hair. After Enzo, the only ones remaining were Theo and Mattheo.

“Come here, cara mia.” Theo said, beckoning you with two fingers. “Mattheo and I are waiting.”

“I saved the best for last, boys.”

Mattheo smirked as he pulled you into his lap. You settled against him, making yourself right at home. He kissed the side of your neck, smiling against your skin. “Go on, then. Don’t leave Theo hanging.”

You nodded, body heating as Mattheo rubbed your thighs. Theo raised a brow, his watercolor eyes settling over you. Licking your lips, you couldn’t help but let your gaze wander. Your boyfriend looked rather casual in his emerald jumper and dark jeans, but there was something about the way that Theo carried himself that exuded sex appeal. The cocky smirk on his handsome face told you that he was well aware of the effect he had on you.

Theo cocked his head towards you and opened his mouth. You tipped the vial past his lips, admiring how plush and pouty they looked. Lust darkened your boyfriend’s watercolor eyes as he watched you through hooded lids. The potion dribbled off his chin, making you giggle.

“Oops, I spilled.” You licked the remnants off, lapping up the liquid all the way to the corner of his lips. Mattheo’s fingers dug into your hips as you finished off your little show with a kiss.

Theo grabbed the back of your head and deepened the kiss. He didn’t take kindly to being teased. Never one to shy away from public displays of affection, Theo groaned softly and slid his tongue into your mouth, giving you a filthy open-mouthed kiss before pulling away and winking.

Across the room, Hermione flushed, her lips parting ever so slightly. “Oh,” she whispered softly.

Mattheo chuckled, his laughter caressing your skin as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. He turned you over in his lap and tapped his lips. “Me next, princess.”

“Open wide, Matty.”

“Funny. Usually I’m the one saying that to you.”

Your friends groaned at the suggestive comment, but you only grinned in response. Mattheo parted his lips eagerly, not once breaking eye contact as he swallowed the potion. The intensity of his big, brown eyes made your hands shake, causing you to spill a few drops on your fingers. Your boyfriend took your middle and pointer finger into his mouth and sucked them clean.

You gasped in surprise. Mattheo chuckled darkly, catching the vial before it slipped out of your fingers. Behind you, Theo tugged at your hair and titled your head back.

“Your turn now, mi amor.” Mattheo drawled, his voice a seductive song in your ears. He lowered his voice, so only you could hear his next statement. “Be a good girl and swallow.”

The eager nod made both of your boyfriends smirk. Theo gathered your hair in one hand, fisting your locks into a makeshift ponytail while Mattheo poured the last of the potion into your mouth. The liquid was strong and sweet, trailing down your throat and warming your body with a pleasant heat.

“That’s my girl,” Mattheo said. Theo raised a brow, which made the curly headed boy laugh. “That’s our girl.”

“Better,” Theo remarked before pulling you against him.

You settled into his lap, watching the rest of your friends start a game of poker. As always, Draco was way too competitive. Blaise was hustling the hell out of him, but the blonde didn’t seem to notice. Pansy wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s shoulders, leaning in every so often to whisper things in his ear that made him smile.

Enzo reclined back on the couch, an endearing smile pulling at his lips as he took small sips of his firewhiskey. From his glazed eyes, you could tell that the potion was hitting him the hardest.

Mattheo rested his head on your lap, tugging at your hand in a silent request to play with his curls. You obliged happily, scratching at his scalp and twirling his bouncy locks between your fingers. Every so often, he’d lean in and show you his cards, asking for advice.

As the night progressed, the potion took its effects, loosening both lips and limbs. Theo’s long legs bracketed you from either side, the intoxicating scent of petrichor and cigarette smoke clinging onto him like your own personal drug. Mattheo stared lovingly up at you as you continued playing with his hair.

When you looked up, you met Hermione’s inquiring gaze. She was leaned up against Draco, who kept an arm around her waist, absentmindedly drawing circles underneath her sweater.

She cocked her head, a question forming in her brilliant mind. “So, how exactly does it work?”

You leaned back against Theo’s chest, a playful smirk curving against your lips. “How does what work, love?”

“Having…two boyfriends.”

“You mean, being poly?”

“Poly,” Hermione said, testing out the word. There wasn’t a hint of judgment in her expression, just plain curiosity. Apparently, the Gryffindor girl’s innate hunger for knowledge extended to the intricacies of your relationship. “If you don’t mind me asking. How exactly does a poly relationship work?”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s like every other relationship,” you started, glancing at your two favorite people in the world. Mattheo and Theo smiled back. “We go on dates, we argue about stupid things, then we kiss and make up. Except sometimes the boys like to gang up on me.”

Theo chuckled. “I reckon ganging up against you is the most fun that we have, dolcezza.”

“I’d have to agree with Teddy,” Mattheo interjected as he grinned up at you. “We give teamwork a whole new meaning. Don’t we, princess?”

“See,” you said, waving your arms between your boyfriends. “These sassy men will be the death of me.”

Theo wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling against your neck. “You love us though.”

“That I do,” you replied with a smile.

“Do any of you ever get jealous?” asked Hermione.

Theo nodded. “Of course, it’s a natural part of every relationship, but we have ways of working it out.” Your boyfriend smiled and kissed your cheek. “We just make sure no one feels left out.” He leaned down to place a kiss on Mattheo’s forehead too.

Hermione hummed. “That sounds rather nice, actually.”

“I wouldn’t call it nice,” Mattheo countered with a sly smile. “Y/N can get a little feisty sometimes. You should’ve seen what she did to Lavender for touching my shoulder last week.”

Theo nodded in agreement. “It’s nothing compared to the fight she had with Cho after she tried asking me out. Poor girl thought that polyamory equates to having an open relationship. As if I’d ever need anyone else besides Y/N and Mattheo.”

“So polyamory doesn’t translate to opening your relationship to others,” Hermione said thoughtfully. “I’m learning so much.”

Mattheo confirmed her statement with a nod. “Yes, we’re all very committed to one another. It’s only Y/N and Theo for me.”

“While we all adore your wonderful little trio,” Draco cut in. You could tell by the tension in his shoulders that he would definitely not be open to sharing the golden girl with anyone else. “I think it’s time to call it a night.”

You chuckled. “Such a party pooper, Malfoy. Don’t worry, Granger’s just asking for education purposes. Aren’t you, Mione?”

“I know what you’re doing, Y/N. You’re devious, you know that?”

Theo smirked at his oldest friend. “Don’t be jealous cause she has more game than you, Dray.”

“After all, that’s how she got us. Right, princess?”

Draco sighed exasperatedly. You rolled your eyes fondly before saying goodbye to everyone. Pulling Hermione into a hug, you winked behind her back as Draco glared at you.

“Thank you for indulging me,” Hermione said softly. “I feel thoroughly educated now.”

“No problem, Mione.”

You kissed her cheek before wrapping Draco into a hug as well. “Stay sharp, Dray. You’ll have to work harder to keep up with this one. Granger’s way out of your league.”

Draco smiled. “I’m well aware.”

Later that night as you laid in bed sandwiched between Mattheo and Theo, you felt the potion reach its peak. You giggled into Theo’s neck, squealing as Mattheo pressed his cold feet against your legs. The three of you were chatting about your day like you usually did, but thanks to the potion, one of you always got sidetracked, leading into cuddles and kisses mid sentence.

Matty spooned you from behind, his possessive grip snaked around your waist like a vice. “I’m not going to lie, watching you crawl towards Granger tonight did something to me.”

“That’s her game, mio amato. You know she loves to tease.”

You turned over to face him, an amused smirk toying at your lips. “I thought you liked my little games, Teddy. At least your lower half did. I could feel you pressing against me all night.”

Theo smirked, grinding his erection against your thigh. “Can you blame me? You knew exactly what you were doing. Admit it, cara mia. You weren’t cozying up to Hermione just to get under Draco’s skin. You were doing it to rile us up too.”

“It worked. I’ve been hard as fuck all night. The way you teased Granger had me thinking vile thoughts.”

“So I’m not enough for you, Matty?” You jested, pouting your bottom lip at your boyfriend. “You want Draco’s girl too?”

Within the blink of an eye, you were pinned underneath Mattheo with your arms raised above your head as your boyfriend glared down at you. “No. If anything, you’re the one flirting with Granger like Theo and I aren’t enough to handle already. Maybe we should remind you who you belong to.”

You hummed in agreement, biting back a smile. “Hmm, maybe you’re right, querido. I’m not opposed to a little refresher.”

Theo shook his head in disbelief. “Fucking hell, bella. You just want to be railed until you cry, don’t you? Such a little brat. You could’ve just asked for what you wanted.”

You batted your lashes in response. “But it’s so much more fun this way.”

As retaliation, Mattheo flipped you over on all fours. With a smirk, he leaned back on the headboard and pushed down his gray heathered sweatpants as Theo crawled behind you. He gave no warning as he bunched up your nightdress, pressing a filthy kiss against your clothed sex. You were dripping for him, coating his lips with your taste as he pushed your head down on Mattheo’s lap. You groaned as Mattheo pumped himself between slender fingers, tapping the tip of his cock against your lips. He bucked into your mouth just as Theo plunged his tongue between your folds.

“What was that, principessa?” Theo hummed against your aching cunt. “Matty and I can’t hear you over all that moaning.”

Mattheo laughed meanly as he gathered your hair in his fist, thrusting down your throat with a choked moan. “Put that smart mouth to work, sweetheart.” He thrust in lazily, barely giving you his tip. “Spit on it.”

Glancing up at him through your lashes, you spit on Mattheo’s cock and watched as his head lolled against the headboard. “Teddy? Wanna give me a hand, pretty boy?”

With wide eyes, you gasped as Theo leaned over and pumped Mattheo in his hand before lining up his length against your lips. Theo kissed your cheek before shoving your head down to take inch after inch. Once Mattheo slid all the way in, he pulled out just to slam back in forcefully. You could feel Mattheo hitting the back of your throat, activating your gag reflex while he smirked in satisfaction.

“Gonna shut the fuck up and take my cock like a good little slut, aren’t you?”

You nodded, tears forming in your eyes as Mattheo continued to fuck your throat. As if that weren’t enough, Theo flicked his tongue on your clit and feasted on you from behind like a starved man. He took his sweet time, sloppily making out with your pussy and lapping up your arousal before slipping a finger inside, pumping you as you gagged on Mattheo’s cock. You groaned as Theo pried your legs apart, his intense gaze never leaving your face as he kissed the inside of your thighs. Hooking your right leg over his shoulder, Theo began licking and teasing, his tongue flicking through your folds with expert precision. He sucked hard, lapping your juices up with fervent devotion.

The potion increased the sensations tenfold, intensifying your pleasure as you bucked against Theo’s face. It seems that your less than innocent academic pursuit had truly paid off because both Theo and Mattheo seemed to be affected just as much. The current of the concoction surged through all three of you, slamming you with wave after wave of heady desire. It felt better than drunk sex or fucking while you were high. This was just unbridled lust and want, flooding you with the need to be nothing but an obedient fuck toy for your favorite boys.

Mascara streaked down your cheeks as you cried out for more, fisting the sheets as your boyfriends occupied both of your needy holes. The cries of pleasure were muffled around Mattheo’s cock. Your boyfriend’s breathing grew ragged and his grip grew tighter, his abs rippling as he shot hot ribbons down your throat.

“Good girl. So fucking beautiful, swallowing every drop of my cum like a perfect little whore. You’re flawless, Y/N.”

Theo made quick work of you afterwards. Warmth spread from your core, hot tendrils snaking all over your body as he pushed you to your first orgasm of the night. When Theo crooked his middle and pointer finger inside your gummy walls, you squirted into his mouth with a cry. Despite your cries of pleasure, Theo showed no signs of stopping. His cool breath fanned over your sensitive sex and you whimpered at his ravenous appetite, squirming away from Theo’s tongue. Displeased, Theo flipped you onto your back and dragged you towards him by the ankles.

“I’m not done with you, tesoro.”

Your boyfriend growled and glanced at Mattheo. “Hold her down,” Theo commanded, his pretty eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re done when I say you’re done. Sit back, look pretty, and let me eat your pussy until you’re sobbing. I’ll make you feel so good, bella. Surely you have another one in you, don’t you, Y/N?”

You nodded, still reeling from the aftershock of your orgasm. Mattheo placed you on his lap, prying your lips open with his fingers. “Theo asked you a question, princess. Use your words.”

Theo smirked. “Give her a minute. I think I’ve fucked her so dumb with my mouth and fingers that she can’t even form a sentence.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Mattheo said with a chuckle. He caressed your jaw, pressing kisses against your shoulder. “Don’t you want to cum again, sweetheart? Either way, you don’t really have a choice. Theo’s going to feast on you no matter what you say. You know he hates being teased.”

“I can take it,” you said in a shaky voice. “I’ll be good, I promise. I just want to make you both proud.”

Theo smiled, revealing the dimples you loved so much. “I know you do, Y/N. We’re not stopping until you’ve soaked the sheets. Now come on, be a good girl and sit on my face.”

You swallowed thickly as Theo switched places with you, laying back on Mattheo’s lap while bringing your hips forward. Steadying yourself on Mattheo’s shoulder, you slowly lowered onto Theo’s face. You grinded against him slowly at first, minding your sensitive sex, but it wasn’t long before you were bucking into his mouth, riding his face like you’d ride his cock.

There was no other word to describe Theo but feral. He gorged himself on you, poking and prodding your wet cunt with his tongue and fingers until your head fell onto Mattheo’s neck, gasping against his skin while Theo’s fingers dug into your hips. You groaned as Mattheo kissed you roughly, whimpering at the overwhelming pressure already building in your core.

As your moans and screams grew louder and louder, Mattheo gagged your mouth with his fingers, shoving his middle and pointer finger past your lips in an attempt to muffle the noise.

“Are you trying to wake the whole castle up, princess?”

“Let her,” Theo said, chuckling darkly as he wrapped his lips around your clit. “Let the whole castle hear what a desperate little slut she is for us.”

You groaned as Theo picked up the pace, fucking you with his tongue until you were coming undone in his mouth. The second orgasm was an out of body experience. Stars exploded behind your eyes as you came with a cry. You could’ve sworn that you went to heaven and back.

As you collapsed backwards into Theo’s arms, your boyfriend grabbed you by the throat and kissed you. The taste of you lingered on his tongue and your eyes rolled back as Theo’s lips claimed yours. He chuckled when you chased his kisses.

“Don’t be greedy, pretty girl. Matty wants a taste too.”

Your lips parted in surprise as Theo grabbed the back of Mattheo’s head and kissed him hard, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip and they both groaned. Theo smiled into the kiss, savoring the taste. He patted Mattheo’s cheek before pulling you into his lap.

“Such a good girl for us, aren’t you?” Theo cooed, caressing your cheek and rewarding you with neck kisses. “I love when you ride my face. You’re fucking perfect. I’m so proud of you, pretty girl.”

“Don’t go all soft now, cariño.” Mattheo teased, licking away the remnants of you from the corner of his mouth. “We’re only getting started. We haven’t even fucked her yet.”

Theo smiled down at you, wiping away the mascara streaks clinging to your cheeks. “Then by all means. Finish the job you started, Matty.”

“I intend to,” Mattheo replied as he loomed over you.

With a wink, Theo spread your legs apart and presented your sopping wet cunt to Mattheo like a present. He reached down and rubbed his middle and pointer finger against your clit, holding your hips in place as you arched off the bed.

“Look at that. Pretty little pussy’s all nice and wet for us,” Theo said with a chuckle. “You’re so eager, aren’t you? So insatiable, dolcezza. Maybe Mattheo and I should give you a double dose. Fuck you at the same time.”

“Yes,” you breathed, mewling as Theo continued rubbing lazy circles against your clit. “Please, please, I need it.”

“Just a cockhungry little slut. You’re fucking greedy, mi amor. Begging for both of our cocks. Don’t worry, baby. We’ll give you what you want. Fill you up like you need.”

You whimpered in response as Mattheo manhandled you, pushing your face into the pillows while he lifted your perky arse in the air. He kneaded your ass, rubbing his cock along your folds. When you grinded against him for more, Mattheo’s palm landed on your right cheek with a hard smack. As you looked behind you, Theo winked before slapping your left cheek. The sting of his palm burned against your skin, making your eyes water.

“What’s the matter, bella? I thought you wanted to play.”

“I do,” you breathed, gripping the sheets. “Please, Teddy. I need more. Spank me harder.”

“Dirty girl,” Theo said fondly. “Ask and you shall receive.”

As his palm came down on your ass over and over again, you gasped for breath, chasing air while Mattheo lined himself up at your entrance. Theo leaned down to kiss the handprints on your arse, biting softly and embedding his mark onto your skin before mirroring Mattheo’s actions. Theo teased against your puckering hole and nodded at the curly headed boy beside him.

He placed a soft kiss on Mattheo’s lips. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” Mattheo responded with a grin.

You braced yourself to take both of them, gripping the sheets while they filled you simultaneously. It was a tight fit and you could feel both of your boyfriends stretching your walls.

“Such a good girl,” Theo groaned, moving slowly so you could adjust to his girth. “Letting Matty and I stretch you wide open. Fuck, I love being inside of you. It feels like fucking heaven, tesoro.”

Mattheo groaned in agreement. “Your pussy’s so wet. Does it turn you on to be ruined like this?” You cried in pleasure, mewling as Mattheo took Theo’s hand and placed it on your lower abdomen. “Feel that, mi corazón. Can you feel me fuck her deep, rearranging her insides?”

“Merda, you two are going to be the death of me.” Theo said, his dead eyes rolling back. “Fuck me, I could cum just watching Matty move inside of you, Y/N.”

As the two of them moved in sync, you gasped and panted, tears streaming down your cheeks from the overstimulation. There were so many sensations all at once, overloading your senses, making you writhe and whimper while your boyfriends ruined you. Mattheo tilted your chin, praises dripping from his lips, sweat slicked skin glimmering a pretty golden shade in the dim light.

The hard planes of his abdominal muscles rippled while he fucked you from behind, grasping at the base of your throat until you were gasping for air. “Who’s pussy is this?” Mattheo growled into your ear, his curls tickling your cheek while he released a ragged breath. “Who do you belong to, Y/N?”

“You and Theo,” you breathed. “Only you and Theo.”

Theo smiled at your answer, lacing your fingers together. “That’s right, principessa. You’re ours to love, to fuck, to worship. Don’t forget that.”

“Oh gods,” you moaned, gripping Theo’s hand while wrapping your fingers around the hand that Mattheo had around your neck. “I’m yours and you’re both mine.”

“Damn fucking right,” Mattheo said with a sharp thrust.

As Mattheo’s breathing grew more ragged, you and Theo both knew that he would succumb first. Theo fisted Mattheo’s curls in one hand and pulled him in for a filthy kiss, swallowing the cry that left his lips as he came inside of you. The sensation of him filling you up was too much to handle and the orgasm rocked your body, making your limbs seize as that familiar white hot heat blinded your senses.

Theo was the last to cum, pulling out of your sensitive hole so that Mattheo could wrap his lips around his cock. His endurance was rewarded with vulgar noises as Mattheo gripped his hips in place and sucked him dry.

When your third and final orgasm ran its course, you found yourself laying flat on your back, blinking back up at the ceiling as you regained control of your senses. Through the haze, you blinked and found Theo and Mattheo fussing over you, casting a cleansing spell and wiping your damp forehead with a clean cloth. With a smile, they both leaned in and kissed your cheeks before tucking you safely between them. You hummed, placing a gentle kiss on both of their foreheads.

“You know you two are all I need, right?”

Your boyfriends both nodded, curling against you. “Of course, mi corazón.”

“You’re all we need too, cuore mio.”

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