MY OWN MUDBLOOD 8

MY OWN MUDBLOOD 8

Whoever made the request for the sharing with a slytherin thing, thank you and you’re welcome-

-Also Lorenzo, fuck me up I’m begging you sir!! Literally started watching baby solely bc of him.-

{Draco / reader / Theo Nott } This is pure smut

You slept in most of the day, nestled into the warm duvet and copious amounts of pillows on your large bed. Without your father or Narcissa home, you didn’t feel the pressure to be awake with the sun, nor to be dressed and presentable. Instead, once your eyes had set, you lounged around in your silk nighty and read your favourite muggle book you snuck into the manor. You tried to focus on the words but each sentence you read melted away in your mind, replaced with memories of the day before. Draco’s husky voice ghosting against your ear as he stretched you out for the first time. You shuddered and tingled as your body remembered the feeling. You had imagined, over the years, the different ways you might give yourself to a man when the time was right. None of them ever seemed realistic, and the mystery man was always a faceless placeholder in your mind, but none of the fantasies could have ever prepared you for the wanton need and lust Draco had coaxed out of you. It was so wrong, even now, after the deed was done, you couldn’t believe what you had done. Though you tried to deny the hard fact that you lusted after him since he first appeared in the fireplace, now, there was nothing you could say to deny yourself the fact that your Step-brother, your big brother by soon-to-be-marriage, had you around his finger. Though the thought excited you, it scared and confused you all the same, and all that added emotion on top of the aching feeling growing between your thighs all but drove you insane. You squeezed your thighs together in a bid to feel some relief, while not caving to the primal desire that grew to touch yourself to the thought of Draco taking you yet again. You ran your hands along the soft silk of your nightie, and over the swell of your breasts, softly pinching at your already hardening nipples as you squeezed your legs together, a mix of a squeak and a moan escaping your lips before you could stop it. The sound of yourself only turned you on more, reminded of the way your step-brother had torn gasps and moans from you easily. Against your deepest desires, you unclenched your thighs, knowing you would not win the fight against your own urges if you didn’t stop yourself then and there.

Instead of giving in to the ever growing desperation you felt, you opened your large closet, looking for something to change into. By this point, the sun was high in the sky and beating down through your window. Though it was nowhere near sweltering hot, it was finally warm enough to wear a nice summer dress. The one you picked out wasn’t anything as nice as your stepmother wore around the house, or nearly as modest, but you decided it was the right pick for the day. You pulled the soft white dress over your head and down your body. The fabric fell at your upper thighs and just barely covered the creases where your ass met your legs - you didn’t remember it being so short. The lace trim tickled your upper thighs and the neckline plunged lower than you last remembered as well, showing more of your cleavage than you thought would be appropriate had your father and Narcissa been home.

As you left your room to go nowhere in particular, you heard music coming from Draco’s room. You remembered his offer to have a drink with him, and though you had turned him down yesterday, you decided you may as well indulge yourself and try some. You had turned down other invitations in London to go to drink with friends, and figured you might finally allow yourself to let your hair down. Knocking on his door, you nervously bit your lip, fidgeting with the hem of your dress as you waited for him to answer. Before you could change your mind and turn around, the door swung open and a tall brunette with heavy eyes opened the door. You both looked at each other in shock, waiting for the other to speak first. Finally, the corner of his lip curled up into a wicked smirk and his brows raised. His arm held the door frame and he leaned against it, blocking the doorway with his body.

“I’m..”

“You’re Draco’s little sister” he cut you off, looking all too surprised and amused to meet you.

“Step,” you corrected. You blushed a deep red, wondering what exactly he had been told about you. Looking up at him through your lashes, you took him in, noticing how good looking he was. He was tall like Draco, but his hair fell in messy curls over his forehead, unlike your step-brother’s neat platinum hair. You took a step closer in anticipation for him to move out of your way but he didn’t budge. You could smell the familiar scent of whiskey and cigarette smoke on him, and oddly, you liked it. That, or you were still worked up from your previous thoughts.

“Move, Draco said I could drink with him,” you said firmly and his smirk turned into a grin.

“Is that so?” His brow raised but his eyes stayed heavy, almost half closed. You were a breath away from each other, his neatly ironed clothes almost touching your dress. You pushed past him, and looked around the room for Draco but he wasn’t there. Against your better judgement, you walked up to table where the bottle of fire whisky stood and picked it up. The boy followed you and you felt his chocolate eyes on you. Popping off the lid, you smelt the harsh scent that wafted up your nose. You heard his footsteps stalk closer to you and you looked up, meeting his dark eyes boring straight through yours. You held your gaze a moment longer than you may have meant to, and as he opened his mouth, his deep voice went straight to your core.

“Your brother is not going to like you drinking his expensive stuff without him here.” He was right, and you had half a mind to put it down and wait, but you were frozen in place. His friend towered over you, eying you from head to toe and though you felt vulnerable, you liked it. You had tried to avoid admitting to yourself how attractive he was, but as he leaned in close to reprimand you, you felt your thighs involuntarily clench together again.

Defiantly, you lifted the bottle to your lips, but before you could pour any into your mouth, the door flew open. You turned to look at Draco, but his friend didn’t move an inch.

“And what do you think you’re doing with my drink,” he asked but it wasn’t a question. It was a warning.

“This little thing thinks she can come in here and take your whiskey,” the boy spoke as if you weren’t right there. Draco’s jaw clenched as he took you in, looking down at your bare thighs. His face hardened and his nose flared ever so slightly before he walked up to you, pushing his friend back before closing the space between you. He took a deep breath, seemingly steadying his thoughts before grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. With his other hand, he took the bottle from you and passed it back to his friend without looking at him.

“What did I tell you about short skirts hmm?” He took another deep breath in and out through his nose. This isn’t about the drink, you realised at how words. “You were such a good girl for me yesterday and now look at you - parading around in front of my friend half naked,” he growled, inches from your face. His breath fanned your face and you smelt the same whiskey you tried to drink yourself.

“Draco I,” you stopped as fast as you started to defend yourself. Though he was fuming, you couldn’t help the feeling of heat pooling between your legs. You hadn’t expected Draco to be this possessive of you, but you weren’t surprised either. You were torn between the irritation that he thought he owned you, and the excitement that he could. “You think I can’t hear you, mudblood? You think Theo can’t hear your mind ticking away if he wanted to as well?” He growled against your ear and an instant flush covered your face. Draco’s unfortunate talent had completely slipped your mind, let alone the knowledge that others may share the same.

Before you could begin to explain yourself, if that was even possible, Draco squeezed your face by your cheeks.

“Dirty, dirty girl. I give you a taste and now you want it from Theo too huh? Is that it?”

You heard Theo snigger but couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. Though Draco’s eyes looked amused, and filled with lust, his voice was gravelly and stern.

“I..I just thought it was pretty Draco. And, and I wasn’t thinking about your friend I swear” you blabbered like a child scolded. His hand slid down under your jaw and tightened slightly. If Theo didn’t know you were more than just step-siblings before, he must now, you thought.

With one hand wrapped around your throat, his other travelled down your chest and stomach, and back up your thigh, until it stopped between them.

Your breath hitched but before he touched you enough to relieve any tension you had there, he took his hand away.

He stepped back, letting go of you and sitting down on the edge of his bed before looking at Theo.

“What should we do with this little tease?” He asked with a devilish grin.

You looked at Theo who was approaching you with cruel amusement spreading across his face. Before you could protest, he picked you up with ease, tossing you over his shoulder.

“Put me down what the fuck!” You squealed, thumping his back with your fists but he just laughed. Panic and excitement filled you right to your core. He walked you over to the bed and placed you over Draco’s knee, tummy down.

Theo stood beside you and unbuckled his belt, pulling it through the loops of his expensive looking black pants. Before you could question why, Draco grabbed your arms and pulled them behind your back. He held them tightly in place as Theo tied the belt around your wrists.

“Can’t have you hitting us while you take your punishment,” Theo taunted as Draco’s hand lightly traced up the back of your thigh. Your breath quickened and you started to wriggle around helplessly. You felt Draco harden against your stomach from your movement, so you moved again before he spoke.

“What do you think Theo, should we give her 5 spankings?”

“I think she deserves a few more than that. Little mudblood needs to learn her lesson,” Theo said, running his hand through your hair. You shivered at the contact.

“Count them for us. Out loud,” Draco ordered, lifting the back of your dress up exposing your ass. Without warning, his large hand came down, spanking your ass hard. You yelped and both men laughed. The warm pain spread across your ass cheek and you moaned as it slowly dissipated into pleasure. Before you could enjoy the sensation too much, Theo’s hand left your hair and gave you a light smack to your cheek.

“What did he tell you? Count them out,”

“One,” you moaned out before you were hit with another blow.

“Two,” *smack* “three” *smack* “four,” you choked out as each spank got harder. Draco’s hand rubbed your ass, melting the pain away before it traced down between your thighs, running his finger over your aching cunt.

“Fucking soaked already, filthy girl. Do you like it when your step-brother spanks you?” Draco teased and you lifted your ass up against his hand, desperate for him to keep touching you, but he pulled his hand away the moment you did. You whimpered at the loss of contact.

“Uh uh uh, not nice being teased, is it mudblood? Should have thought about that before you got dressed today,” he taunted.

“Please,” you begged neither of them in particular.

“Please what? Please will your step-brother touch you?” Theo mocked before he landed his hand hard on your ass.

“Five,” you sobbed softly, the pain spreading over your ass and the aching need between your legs taking over. They took turns spanking your ass, leaving handprints on each cheek until you reached ten.

“What do you say mudblood,” Draco asked you, lifting your head up by your hair to look at him.

“I, I’m sorry Draco I wasn’t thinking. I just thought my dress looked pretty,” you said with a shaky voice, hoping it was the right answer.

“It is pretty. Too pretty,” he said, rubbing your ass cheek. “I’m sure Theo thinks so too,” he smirked, looking at his friend. “Look at him,” Draco demanded, pulling your hair for you to crane your neck up. Theo still looked amused and cruel, like he was watching his prey. Draco held your head up, while his other hand slid back down your ass, pulling your panties to the side. He slid a finger between your soaking lips before rubbing light circles over your clit. Finally, you felt some relief you desperately craved and your mouth fell open as you looked up at his friend. Theo’s pants were visibly tight and tenting at his crotch as he watched Draco play with you. Draco pushed a long finger in you with ease, pumping in and out before adding another. The pleasure he sent through you each time he curled his fingers, and his friend now palming himself through his pants as he watched you brought you close to climax quickly. You started to pant and moan as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten, but before you reached the intense orgasm approaching, Draco pulled his fingers out of you.

“Please don’t stop,” you whimpered desperately but Draco and Theo just laughed at you.

“You’re a little tease, mudblood. First you come in here teasing me behind Draco’s back and now you want a reward?” Theo shook his head, leaning down to your level.

“I didn’t mean t-“

“Uh uh. I know you wanted us both, slut. You wanted us to share, didn’t you?” You could hear the smirk in Draco’s voice as he whispered in your ear. The implication sent butterflies straight to your stomach as you watched Theo’s eyes darken above you. Your desperation and unresolved ache you felt outweighed the embarrassment you would otherwise feel and you nodded, looking up at Theo.

“Please Draco. Theo mmm” you were cut off as Draco smacked your sore ass one more time before picking you up. He repositioned your so you were between them, ass up toward him, and facing Theo. You heard Draco undo his belt buckle and unzip behind you while you watched Theo unzip his pants in front of you. As he pulled his pants and briefs down, his already rock hard dock sprang free, almost hitting you in the face. It was bigger than you expected and you looked up at him, blinking in surprise. Draco leaned over, pushing his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself on them. You sucked his fingers, licking them clean as you looked at Theo, before he opened your mouth with them. You stuck your tongue out, not breaking eye contact with his friend. He wrapped his hand around his cock, and tapped it on your tongue. You swirled your tongue around the tip, tasting the precum that glistened on it before he pushed it into your mouth. Your lips wrapped around it and you ran your tongue down the shaft as he pushed deeper into your mouth. He held your hair looking down at you with pure lust and an open mouth, soft groans escaping him as you sucked. You felt Draco rub the tip of his cock up and down your wet slit and over your clit before pushing deep into you in the first thrust. You moaned around Theo, and the rippling vibrations your moan sent through it turned a switch on in him. He gripped your hair and rammed into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as Draco did the same to you from behind. They filled your mouth and your pussy to the brim, making your eyes roll back as you took them. You choked, saliva pooling down the sides of your mouth as you sucked harder. Sounds of body’s crashing and all three of your moans’ filled the room. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as Draco thrust into you. In this position with your back arched, he hit a spot he hadn’t before.

“Fuck, fuck you’re a good little whore for us, mudblood,” Draco moaned as he fucked into you animalistically. You were in too much pleasure to form words even if you didn’t have a mouth full of his friend.

“Such a good girl for us, aren’t you? Good girl for your step brother and me” Theo said, looking into your eyes as he spoke before his head fell back with a moan. Draco wrapped his hand around your throat from behind, fucking you hard and fast as Theo fucked your face. His other hand snaked around under you, rubbing your clit in tight circles as he pounded into you. You moaned uncontrollably, muffled by Theo’s cock, feeling your climax built up again. You whimpered and moaned as you felt like your body was about to give in. You bucked your hips back against Draco frantic and desperate before the chord finally snapped, sending shockwaves through your body. The sounds that fell from your mouth, you had never heard from yourself as the orgasm rocked through you.

“That’s it, cum for us, mudblood,” you heard and it sounded so far away as your head spun. You squeezed and spasmed around Draco, sending him plummeting over the edge as well. You felt him fill you, coating your walls with his hot load right before Theo's did the same to your throat. They both pumped into you a few more times, moaning and riding out their high as you did the same. Your arms and legs shook under you, trying to hold yourself up but the moment they pulled out of you, you collapsed on the bed.

“Fuck,” Theo’s voice was shaky as he caught his breath. “You’ve got a good little mudblood, Draco,” Theo ran his hands through your hair. Your step-brother pulled you between his legs, laying you down with your back against his heaving chest.

“And she’s all mine. Aren’t you?” He asked, wrapping his arms around you. It wasn’t a question but you nodded.

“Yes Draco. All yours. And Theo’s today.” Draco smiled against your hair at your shy response. You felt yourself blush at the thought that you had just been shared by two men, and hid your face in his chest. Theo laid down at the end of the bed, rubbing your still shaking thighs to calm them. You were overwhelmed and exhausted as both of their hands roamed over your sensitive body, but you didn’t try to stop them.

“Can I have that drink now Draco? I think I earned it,” you laughed and he nodded, signalling Theo to fetch it.

“You definitely earned it, pet,” he laughed. He held your head back against his chest as Theo poured some in your mouth. It was harsh straight, but smoother than expected and you swallowed it down.

“Your first good drink and first theeesome in one day. Aren’t you a lucky girl,” Draco teased.

“You’re a lucky man, Malfoy,” Theo tapped his shoulder before turning to you.

“Draco told me he’s teaching you to duel. Thinks he’s going to get you into Hogwarts too.”

“He told you that? Are you going back too?” You asked as he took a swig himself.

“He doesn’t tell me much. Doesn’t tell anyone much,” he laughed, “but he did tell me that. And whatever you two have going on, it’ll be our little secret,” he smirked at the both of you. You hadn’t thought that far ahead, but you realised all too quickly what he alluded to. It was becoming increasingly clear to you that Draco wouldn’t share you with anyone, bar Theo - and going to Hogwarts meant keeping what you had with him a secret. Even keeping it hidden in the house would be a challenge, but you weren’t willing to let that get in the way of what was budding with him.

fic recs; my absolute favorite works

hi there, i decided to put together a list of my absolute favorite fanfics, please check out the writers and their other works! & the list is in no order of liking

to the writers: thank you so much for writing these, i enjoyed each and every one of your fanfics, pls write more, love michelle <3

navigation

angelic by @xreaderbooks (pls, my heart <3)

everything black by @firsttimewriter92 (came back to this one at least twice, girl- so good!!)

i see you by @hermioneshandbag (girl, girl- this was so good)

teaching a moderately old dog new tricks by @spxllcxstxr (got me blushing <3)

cherry bomb by @evanpeterswhoresblog ( chefs kiss, love love loved it <3)

dream guy by @themissingweasley26 (cute, loved it <3)

marrón by @amortentiainmyfirewhiskey (got me feeling like the baddest bitch)

i am half-agony, half hope...i have loved none but you by @sunnami (GIRL girl girl- this- i swear to god, it has me in a chokehold. your brilliant mind <3)

poly!marauders x reader - drunk james & reader by @moonstruckme (there's no title but, this was so cute)

i'll love you 'til the grass around my gravestone is deceased by @mybutcheredtongue (so cute, i love post azkaban sirius, your brilliant mind, god i love this!)

identation in the shape of you by @whorediaries-09 (i love post azkaban sirius & this comforted me so so much, i loved it <3)

i can't lose when i'm with you by @neytirisheaven (so good, i came back several times for this, loved it sooo much <3)

coward by @luv4freddie (girl- so good, i love love loved it <3)

foreign fancy by @princessconsuela120 (got me kicking my feet and smiling, girl-<3)

the american by @justagirlwholikesadam (i love this different take, so good that i came back to it several times, i loooved it <3)

pretty boy by @cloudybarnes (harry fics have a special place in my heart & i looooved this one <3)

revenge is a dish best served cold by @wonderlandwalker (so good, had me on my toes, i looooved it <3)

forget me, not by @folklvrsworld (girl- if u want a good cryin' sesh, read it, it was soo gooood, girl-<3)

come back, be here by @ellecdc (girl, girl, stop what u're doin' & read this, i loved every single word <3)

i am yours by @annabelinlove (i love poly!marauders fics & this one is a pretty good one, read it. now! loved it <3)

sad beginnings by @finelinevogue (wolfstar fics got me feeling some type of way, this is sooo goood <3)

just ours by @0x81 (wolfstar, what else should i say, read it, like yesterday, got me blushing and shit-)

the stash by @thebestofoneshots (if someone knows how to write smut than it's this writer, like how do u write like this- i'm speechless, flabbergasted <3)

divorcing orion black by @kquil (i've never quite read something like this, it's so so so good. pls more<3)

azkaban prison by @justsomerandomfanfic (i'd die for sirius black & this one in particular, more more more pls <3)

heroes in tattoos by @kquil (i'd die to read this for the first time again, like-I'm coming back to this whenever i have a rough day and i love it still, so goood <3)

new romantics by @pretty-little-mind33 (i love me a good james potter fic & this one has my feet kickin' & smilin' like an idiot <3)

injured (hip) by @hollowdeath (i love enimies to lovers & harry so- pls read it, it's great <3)

the one with the blouse by @super-clearlysaltybouquet (oh, how i love angst. i love love love angsty shit & this one was pure gold <3)

love potion and unspoken desires by @cyripticchronicler (amortentia stories are one of my favorites, this was absolutely great, read. it. now!)

baby boi was SHOOK

My own Mudblood CH6

This is my favourite part so far. A little hurt/comfort fluff and also smuttt ~ hope you love it

Every page you read was more intense than the last. You had figured witchcraft was not all potions and charms, but as you read the pages of the heavy book that Draco had lent you, you realised just how serious it could all be. Again your mind replayed the shake in his voice the day before as he stressed the unimportance of the spells you were practising - how they were no use, in the position he would have been in the year before you guessed. Behind his domineering and sarcastic tone you knew there was a scar likely made long before the war. Long before the dark lord recruited him. You didn’t have to read much on the Malfoys to know what kind of person, what kind of father Lucius would have been. No one seemed to want to bring his name up in the house, even the portraits on his library's wall were tight lipped about it even being his room when you had snuck in there. Narcissa seemed kind for a woman of her wealth and notoriety, and seemed to adore her son. When she wasn’t bragging about his accomplishments or looks, she was treating him as though he was the heir to a royal - which, you thought, he just about was in this world. He was her prize possession, her darling son. He can’t have become so damaged, so quick to to anger or righteous from his Mother’s love alone. You knew his father, and his place in Voldemort’s army must have left wounds you likely would never know completely. But you didn’t just want to know his wounds - you wanted to lick them clean. What Lucious must have put him through may be somewhat of a mystery to you, but the ache you felt in the way you never measured up to your fathers’ expectations, of never being what they wanted of you, you felt you shared with him. Though you hadn’t spilled even a single word to each other about it, you knew in that way, you were family.

As you read on, your eyes fell toward a spell you thought could be useful.

Stupefy - This spell will stun the target, and though this will not cause irreversible damage, it will temporarily render the target incapacitated.

You started to feel hopeful that in the large book of frankly terrifying spells, there were some you felt you were more comfortable in trying, and that Draco would hopefully not look down at you for bothering with. This was far beyond what you had expected your first week living with your father to be like. It was a worrying prospect that your first chance in practising this spell would be against Voldemort’s youngest hand days after learning your first spell, but you were determined not to let your anxiety ruin your first chance at a duel. You studied the chapter on the spell intently, taking mental notes and reading aloud to yourself.

You took note of a handful more spells after calculating their effectiveness and how much they would injure Draco. You had no doubt that he would have the ability to heal himself of most wounds inflicted by a beginner witch, but you didn’t want to overstep and cause the type of damage that Narcissa would curse you for causing her beloved heir. Besides, his seemingly untouched face, though forever donning a wrinkle between his furrowed brow, was far too angular and pretty to want to scar. You recalled wanting to hurt him the first days in the Manor, and he still managed to bring that anger out in you, but it would be a shame to ever have to carry out.

You had gotten into one fight in your life. Nothing compared to the fights that your stepbrother had fought, but you still remembered the crack of your fist to the face of a boy in your grade. The combined horror of what you had done and the pride you had felt in finally finding your backbone wasn’t lost to you all these years later. You hadn’t felt that anger bubble up at anyone but your father until you moved to the Manor. His continued ignorance to anything you did or felt under the same roof as your arrogant step-brother felt all too much. That was until he had spoken for you that night at dinner. Suddenly one of your battles fought the other. He hadn’t given you the time to think on it before his soothing touch became a teasing one, but now that you were alone, a strange feeling rose in your chest at the memory. Did he care about you, or was it a chance for him to exercise his dominance over an intruder in his home? It wasn’t something you could exactly ask him. He would either laugh in your face or ignore you all together - but overthinking it, mulling it over mentally until you sent yourself mad was not out of the question. He had such a way of stoking one fire and snuffing out another. He burned a flame in your stomach, and poured ice cold relief over the one in your mind. Whether it was for you or for his own sense of accomplishment and superiority you weren’t sure. You decided you’d take it either way. Without your friends or school to distract you anymore, the hollow pit in your chest would only grow if you didn’t take advantage of the comfort and company he provided, even if it wasn’t his intention.

-

A couple hours had crept by reading into spells and charms when you were interrupted by murmuring and giggles in the hall outside your room. You turned to see your Father and Narcissa embracing and you cringed at their closeness.

“Your father and I are visiting Italy for the weekend, love,” She said with a smile stretched across her face.

“But, you didn’t - what am I supposed to -” you started but she cut you off before you could argue.

“Don’t worry dear, Draco will take good care of you and the house elf will keep you fed.” Your face reddened and you felt left out once again. Of course Draco already knew before you were told anything. “Draco will take good care of you” you snickered mentally. He did that just fine last night. You had all but collapsed on him after he had done just that. You felt a flutter in your lower stomach at the memory.

They held a trunk each, dressed like they were going to meet the royal family. You figured it had something to do with their wedding planning, which you had intentionally avoided thinking about. You looked at your father, who was already staring back with a raised brow.

“You behave yourself, and be nice to Draco. Remember this is his house, you are just lucky enough to share it,” He warned and you scoffed in response. Share it? You were dragged here, you thought.

You said your brief and rudely last minute goodbyes and they left through floo in a whoosh.

You bit down the all too familiar feeling of emptiness and longing, your father leaving without an “I love you” for the umpteenth time. With eyes welling against your will, you made your way to the room beside yours, book and wand in hand. You knocked quietly, hoping he was up to the duel he had told you about. At least an extremely unqualified try and spells behind your expertise may distract from the hole in your heart your father has pried open once again. Wiping your eyes and taking a deep breath, you buried the feeling deep down as you had done time and time over.

You heard a groan and some rustling in the room before he opened it. You almost dropped your belongings as the tall boy before you stood only in boxers, hanging loosely below his hip bones. You couldn’t help your gaze trace down from his face to his chiselled chest and abdomen. The scars that peppered his skin added a layer of ruggedness to him that you still hadn’t gotten used to. As you looked up to finally meet his gaze, he smirked at you. Though you had shared more intimate moments with him in the last week than you had with anyone ever before, you still felt shy around him and cursed yourself for being caught staring.

“Are you quite done ogling?” He teased.

“I wasn’t ogling, you prat! I was just..” you trailed off, not convincing anyone, even yourself.

He huffed out a quiet laugh, looking down at you. He noticed the book and wand in your hand and looked back to your face with a raised brow.

“Finished studying already?” He asked, taking the book from you. You knew there was far more to read of it but you were at least half sure you had read as much as you needed for today.

“Uh yeah. I think so.”

“You think so? Does “thinking so” protect you if you’re attacked hmm?” He pressed and you knew fighting it wouldn’t be worth the mood it would put him in.

“No Draco, I don’t. But this is my first dueling practice and you’re gonna go easy on me aren’t you?” You asked with a devilish innocent, but deep down you did hope he would.

“You need to learn to protect yourself. What did you study?”

“It’s a surprise. But no hexes or curses. I don’t want to hurt you,” you said genuinely. His laugh bellowed through the room and you felt yourself shrink to half your size.

“You couldn’t hurt me if you tried. You’re cute though,” he said as he turned to walk back into his room. You followed him in as he placed the book back with the rest. You looked around the room, taking it all in. His bed was large like yours, but with black silk covers, with deep green trim along the edges. The bed head was large and engraved with a snake, with snakes also wrapping around the posts at the foot of the bed. There were trophies lining a shelf on the wall and you walked up to inspect it. He had won them for something called Quidditch, and you wondered what it was. Whatever it was, you assumed he was good at that too, but saved yourself the speech and didn’t ask.

He had long velvet curtains over the Windows that overlooked the hedge maze and lavish gardens in the courtyard outside. Though you had the same view from your room, you had hidden away and wallowed for days and never took it all in, or bothered to explore outside the manor. The property was unnecessarily big, and it would have been worth taking a walk outside rather than sulk in your room, you decided. His room alone was immensely extravagant. He had a walk in closet the size of your room back home, lined with black suit after black suit after yet another. He had a library of books lining the book case against the wall, and what seemed to be potion vials and a cauldron on his otherwise neat desk.

“We’ll be duelling outside. You’ll need something warm,”

You had packed your own jumpers but you accepted his silent offer. He gave you the jumper thrown in his bed, and shrugged on another from the closet himself. You pulled it over your head and his expensive scent engulfed you. You hid the smile you felt, as the jumper fell almost to your knees. You’d never had a boyfriend to give you their jumpers like your friends had, and though this was far from a boyfriend situation, something in you felt you had finally experienced what you’d always watched other girls have.

The courtyard outside was massive, with large hedges around the perimeter, and a paved walkway to a comically large yard. Even the grass felt expensive as you followed Draco out to the middle. Every step you took sent your heart rate up higher. When Draco turned to face you, he sensed your nerves.

“Nervous Mudblood?” He teased, but his face was pulled into a worried frown. Though you could feel your heart drumming in your ears, you gave him a confident smile, shaking your head. He saw right through you and rustled your hair in his hand.

“You’ll be right. You won’t beat me, but you’ll be right.”

He lifted his wand to face hight before dropping it back down and taking several steps back. You had no idea what you were doing and that was becoming increasingly apparent, but you did the same. As he pointed his wand at you, you ignored the sweaty palms holding your wand and mirrored his actions.

He started to count down from three,

“Three.” You could feel your chest tighten around your thrumming heart.

“Two,” his words sounded so far away compared to your own heart beat loud in your ear.

“One,” you pushed all the symptoms of an impending anxiety attack away and tried to remember the spells you had studied.

He threw his first spell at you before you could even open your mouth. You weren’t sure if he even said it out loud. The wind was knocked out of your lungs and you were sent flying through the air, tumbling around before you landed on your back on the soft grass. You coughed and groaned, rubbing your back. As he stepped closer to make sure you were alright, you leaped back to your feet. You weren’t going to let him beat you, at least not without at least trying. You pointed your wand back at him, and said the first spell you could remember from the book.

“Obscuro!” You yelled, temporarily blinding him. Before he knew what had hit him, you yelled another with as much confidence as you could muster,

“Expelliarmus.” Light shot out of your wand toward him and he flew back, dropping his wand in the process. Nothing could have prepared you for the comfidence, the pride and long awaited reassurance that bubbled up in your chest. Nothing in your life had ever made you feel like you were living up to your potential, like you were on the right path. You almost felt bad for Draco, being disarmed so early on, by you of all people, but it didn’t outway the smug pride that you felt, knowing you were capable of it. He had already reversed the blind fold you had magically put on him and he had started to sit up when you got to him. You held your hand out to help him up, but he grabbed it and pulled you down to him.

“Didn’t know you had it in you,” he said surprised and you blushed without a word. “And here I thought you’d try to use those blasted levitation spells on me,” he teased and you couldn’t help but laugh. He pulled you you closer and you straddled him, holding yourself up with a hand either side of him. Looking down at his face, you noticed a small cut on his tall cheekbone. You winced at the thought that you had hurt him, even in a duel. He wiped his finger over it and wiped the small spot of blood on his crisp white shirt like it cost nothing.

“I’m so sorry, I promise I was trying to only use spells that wouldn’t hurt. I was just tryi-“

He cut you off by pecking your lips. You weren’t expecting the sudden contact but he gripped the back of your head, deepening the kiss. You melted into him like you had craved him for a lifetime. He pulled you closer until your body went from hovering over him, to softly grinding against him. You moaned against his lips as you felt him harden against his pants. Suddenly, you remembered how public this was happening, how large the courtyard was. You had felt hidden the times before, as he’d kissed you against the wall of your bedroom, even his hand under the table at dinner. But here, he was kissing you like he owned you in the open of his back yard. You pulled away and tried to open your mouth to stop but he pulled you back down to him, kissing you passionately again. His tongue slipped between your lips and licked softly at your own. His hands roamed over your back before they settled at your hips. He pressed his fingers into them hard enough to bruise, and you whimpered into his mouth. He flipped you over so you were trapped under his body before pressing his leg between your thighs, causing you to let out another moan at the pressure. Though you knew that no one but the house elf was home, as he started to unbutton your shorts, you tried to stop him. He stared down into you with lust filled eyes and kept going. He dragged them down your soft legs before unbuckling his belt. He continued to kiss you, more roughly this time, before peppering sloppy kisses along your jawline and down your neck. The wet kisses and cool air felt like heaven on your skin.

You heard him undo the zip on his pants and the sound of him shoving them down with his boxers. Before you could even look down, you felt his hard cock rub the length of you, wiping your own slick over him.

“You’re always so wet for me aren’t you? Can’t help yourself,” he said with a smirk. He tapped it against your clit and you whimpered at the pleasure that rippled through you from your sensitive bud.

You had never gone this far with anyone, and never in your life did you imagine your first time would be outside, far less with your step brother you had only just met a week ago. The excitement and blind lust you felt fought with the reality of the situation. If you stopped him, or if you didn’t, you were fucked either way. You looked up into his intense grey eyes that were darkening by the minute.

“Draco. This is so wrong .. we can’t.. I’ve never even…”

“Tell me to stop then. Say the word and I’ll stop,” he breathed in your ear. He kept his impossibly large cock in his hand, still rubbing it against your clit. You knew you should tell him to stop, but you couldn’t. You were too far gone and you knew he was too. Instead, you wrapped your hands around his back, pulling him closer and spreading your legs for him. He pushed in half way slowly, and you felt yourself stretch around him, sending a new kind of pleasure through you. Though the pain wasn’t unbearable, it was apparent and you bit down on your lip. You had used your fingers before but this was new. He noticed you wince and kissed your forehead.

“Shhh I’ll go easy on you, I know this is new for you,” he reassured with a voice softer than he had ever shown you before. He pulled out almost completely and pushed further into you the second time, bottoming out. He let out a pleasured groan against your neck and looked into your eyes. Yours almost rolled to the back of your head as you felt him push in and out. “Fuck Draco my god sso good” you moaned out.

“That’s right. You need me don’t you?” You nodded, unable to form a sentence if you tried. “You need me to teach you. You need me to own you.” His low gravelly voice sent shivers down your spine as he started to pump in and out of you. He felt so good that you couldn’t help the unholy sounds coming from you already. Aware that you were outside and not in a muffled room, you bit down on his shoulder as he fucked you. Even he couldn’t contain the moans and pants that escaped his lips as he pulled out til only the tip breached you before crashing back down into you.

“Tell me,” pants, “tell me what you are. Tell me who you belong to,” he groaned as your nails scraped down his back. He held your face with one hand and rubbed circles over your clit with the other. You felt the pressure built in the pit of your stomach and you knew you were close.

“I’m yours Draco. Your filthy little mudblood,” you almost screamed. You couldn’t believe the words tumbling from your mouth but you didn’t care either. Something so wrong had never felt so right. His thrust became more erratic and his pants harder.

“Mmm that’s right baby. You’re mine. My own mudblood,” he whispered in your ear. His. His own mudblood. The word sent shivers down your spine and this time, the word wasn’t an insult. It was a prayer from his perfect pink lips. You felt him throb and twitch inside you, sending you over the edge. Your back arched off the grass and you tightened hard around his cock, as the biggest orgasm you had ever had ripped through you like a tsunami. The feeling of you tightening and twitching around him was too much for him. He let out a guttural, heavy moan against your neck and filled you with hot cum, coating your walls with him. He pushed two more sloppy thrusts before collapsing beside you. You both lay panting and shaking as your peak plateaued beside either other. He pulled you closer and you lay your head on his heaving, sweaty chest. He played with your hair as you both tried to catch your breath.

“All mine” he whispered against your hair and you felt yourself warm from the inside. You had given yourself to someone for the first time and no amount of reasoning could have stopped you, and you were glad. The sun shone down and warmed your skin, as you lay listening to Draco’s heart beat in his chest. He rested his arm around you and you held his hand up in yours. You saw the dark mark that contrasted so high against his milky white skin and gave it a kiss. You almost felt the vibration of the magic left in it against your lips. Draco started to jerk his arm away but when you held it tighter, he gave in and allowed you to give him more light kisses to the mark. You knew any words about it would be too much, so you thought of yourself comforting him - Being the person he needed when he got it, and now, hoping he would hear you. He hugged you tighter against his chest as you thought of it and that was enough to know he heard. He knew.

ೃ࿔ NOT INSIDE ☾

mma!toji finds out he was your first time

tags — unprotected, size kink, LIL ANGST, toji cums a lot, pull out game: 0, nsfw, age gap, spanking, spit kink, squirting x10, tit worship, fingering, CORRUPTION KINK, cum dump, pet names (puppy, babygirl), blowjob, overstimulation, dumbification, dacriphilia,

notes — all links are informational, not nsfw! OPEN THEM!

toji is old fashioned depending on his mood. if he’s completely exhausted, he’ll put on a condom because he’ll be too lazy to pull out the last second. but if he knows he’s going multiple rounds, he’ll want to pull out and spill his seed on her face, ass, or wherever she begged him too. so he usually never puts on a condom.

of course it was never a problem until it came to you.

“you’re angry again?” toji groans, rolling his neck as he watches you grab your things from his bathroom and start putting it in your bag.

as you can tell. you’re currently in an argument with toji. he’d woken up to the sound of his front door being slammed open and you barging into his bedroom.

“we’re done. fucking dick!” you’re practically seething, stumbling on your feet and falling on his carpet only to crawl and grab your underwear from under the bed and shove it in your bag.

“what’s going on?” toji is sitting up, voice raspy and low as he itches his bare chest. “cmere baby, tell me what happened.”

you feel your blood pressure rise, standing up as you look at the man, so nonchalantly sitting up on his bed with new bruises. his hair disheveled, bandages all over his face and his knuckles bruised dark.

“you never answer my calls! I called you so many times, and you didn’t answer!” you’re trying hard not to yell, but it was overwhelming, it was overwhelming because you really needed him to answer.

you were out with your close friend, you always frequented this one clubhouse. it was was a rooftop lounge, mainly with pool tables and vintage arcades. but you were enjoying your time only to stumble back when a drink spilled on your lap.

“shit!” you gasp, feeling it soak into your skirt, your friend turning to help.

“fucking slut,” the girl that spilled the drink drops another drink on you making you jump back.

“what the hell?!” you cringe, feeling the ice in your bra. your cheeks sting when the entire club goes silent watching the interaction.

“sleeping around with toji? do you have any idea what you’re doing?!” your breath hitched. no one knew about that. “stay away from him. he’s mine,” she spits.

hers?! first, how did this random person know?! sweat started beating down your forehead as you felt everyone’s eyes on you. whispers surrounding the place, luckily your friends stepped in giving you an excuse to run away.

it was a mix of shame, embarrassment, and just complete annoyance. especially when you realized what had actually happened.

“you’ve been spotted out with that intern a lot recently, is there something going on between you two?” the interviewer was pressing hard after toji’s match. he wouldn’t let up on the inappropriate questions and the other reporters were already backing away, afraid of the reaction.

toji wipes some sweat dripping down his face, slicking his hair back. “you’re asking if I’m fucking her?”

reporters freeze, almost holding their breath. “n-no, of course not! that’s not what I meant—“

“ya, I’m fucking her,” toji grabs the mic from the reporter as he looks directly at the reporter, his face darkening. “she’s my girlfriend, so fuck off,” he aggressively shoves the mic back into reporter’s chest making him stumble back just as his manager, shiu, quickly steps in to calm the athlete.

you called toji immediately afterwards, but he wasn’t answering! that’s when you fell into a pit online. a deep dark, disgusting little place where you had to read every single comment, every single tweet, every single post that mentioned you…the slutty intern. the whore. skank. you name it!

“y/n!” your heart stopped, eyes wide as you looked at toji. “I said look at me.”

he’s already on his feet, hand holding your face forcing you to look up. toji had been fooling around with you, definitely not on purpose. but he couldn’t help it when shiu brought you on as a media intern. fresh out of college. you were around the gym all day following shiu around like a puppy. you asked too many questions, always interrupted toji so you can clarify something with shiu, always ran around, moved gear, stopped matches, made a big deal out of every little mistakes….and you were so unbearably charming.

it was only a matter of time before toji kissed you right on the mouth to stop your rant about how much he’s overwhelming your boss, shiu.

but it was never official. toji never properly asked you out. he never kissed you in public. you were just there and he’d take you out after training, or drop you off at home only to come in with you and fool around. he’d sleep in even after you’ve left, left his clothes at your place.

toji wasn’t good at communication, but he assumed that just meant you were together. I mean he stopped fucking other women. and your stuff is all over his place too. you practically live here now with the amount of times he has you stay. isn’t that the point of relationships?

“I called you all day yesterday, you didn’t answer me?” toji snaps, looking at you bewildered. your eyes avert, cheeks squished in his hand.

“well I called you after your fight—“

“my phone died, why didn’t you just come to me. or the next day?” toji turned your face feeling you push against him as you avoided his eyes. you had to confront him and you didn’t want too. “I can’t read your mind, baby. who do you think I am?”

“a fucking idiot!” you finally shove his hands away. stumbling back. his eyes went wide noticing the tears prickling the lashes he loves to kiss.

“hey, why’re you crying?!”

you turn around, holding your bag of things. “y/n?” toji steps to you, hand reaching out to pull you back, but you’re not having it. already running out the door.

“leave me alone!”

the following hours consisted of uninterrupted messages and calls from toji. you had no idea what was happening. were you overreacting?

toji, none the wiser, had finally began to realize what the problem was. and he was only getting more pissed off. after he realized you wouldn’t answer him, he stopped. there’s only so much he can do. if you were pissed he exposed your relationship you should’ve told him it was a secret.

if you’re gonna act like a child, then he’ll treat you like one.

your bottom lip trembled when you noticed he’d stopped calling. is he mad? your mind went in circles, you’re not even dating, it doesn’t matter! and yet you came to work the next day. eyes drifting over to toji as he sparred some poor beginner in the ring.

your heart was beating fast when his green eyes glanced over at you. you could immediately see the sunken circles under his eyes, at least he’s suffering, you roll your eyes—

“I told him not to come in, he still hasn’t fully recovered,” shiu cuts you off.

“huh?—oh ya,” you mutter, looking away.

shiu raised a brow, glancing between the fighter and the intern. a sigh slipped past his lips, catching your attention. “did you guys get into a fight or something?”

“a fight?! w-why would we—“ shiu shook his head, not the type of person to listen to bs.

“nevermind,” shiu waves his hand. “just finish those calls for me, and you’re free to go. there isn’t much to do today.”

your eyes burn, shiu was messing with you! the way his lips curled as he walked away. not sparring you another glance because he knew you did not want to go home.

so you spent hours dragging out the phone meetings. sitting by the small office window so you can look down at toji training. he didn’t say a word to you. not even a glance after the morning. all he did was train, train, train. your eyes followed every sharp jab he swung, the heavy kicks he blew. toji always left you holding your breath—

“toji!” a loud yell startled the entire gym. your lips parting as you opened the office door to see the commotion—

“why didn’t you call me back?!”

your heart dropped, recognizing the woman from two nights ago. she was hugging toji….her arms around him…..her stupid tits pressing against him……

“what’s yuri doing here?” shiu suddenly appeared next to you also stepping out to see the commotion.

“yuri?! the yuri?!”

“ya she took a couple lessons here for a movie she was training for. took a liking to—“

“I’m in town for the rest of the week, you still have my number right? call me so we can grab lunch,” she stepped up, her lips moving towards his—

“I’m sweaty…” toji pushed her back. but his hand remained on her shoulders. he should’ve shoved her back! your heart was beating erratically. blood stirring hot, but what really blew your fuse was seeing the way his lips curled slightly. he knows you’re watching!

yuri waved goodbye, blowing air kisses as the other fighters swooned, but also frozen because they could feel it. they could feel their infamous intern’s sizzling aura. but they could also see the moody fighter absolutely pushing it. rolling his neck as if everything was normal…

“toji.”

the man tilts his head, meeting your half lidded eyes, looking down from your chin as he kept a calm collected face. undisturbed by any doubt. ready to face you head on—

his heart stopped. he couldn’t. his eyes went wide as his throat ran dry. immediately sighting your wavering eyes and the small shake of your bottom lip. he could read you so clearly.

“don’t ever do that.”

and you left.

of course even after you left toji was left to simmer in his behavior. the entire gym having the grand confidence to scold him, and shake their heads on your behalf.

his eyes dropped, resting his head against the shower wall. water cascading down his back. he missed when you’d step into the shower with him. feeling your soft lips press so delicately around his bruises. it’s been almost a week since he’s felt your touch. your small finger, would come and play with his happy trail as you slid it down his length teasing him. he wanted to feel your hand squeeze his girth as you jerked him off from behind. your little head looking from under his arm, cooing at the sight of his fat cock pulsing in your grip.

his eyes blowing wide when he’d see you drop to your knees, lapping at his tip like his good little puppy before taking him into your mouth. you were always so greedy with his dick. always needing your pretty lips wrapped around him, rubbing his cock along your cheeks as he held your head, thumb caressing your forehead as you had tears in your eyes. his abs clenching as you played with his balls.

“cum,” you’d chant, suckling on his fat tip, your eyes so big and pretty staring up at him. so dumb.

“fuck, stick your tongue out baby,” he’d groan, holding his base. “atta girl,” he jerks himself off, forearms flexing as he grinds his tip against your flat tongue, drool soaking your chin. he groans a little louder, knowing how much of an effect it has on you. you were whimpering sending vibrations against his dick.

“gonna swallow all of it…ngh, shit…pretty girl,” toji had a habit of praising you when he’d see you like this. it was an unconscious thing. the way your nails tug into his big thighs, the way you panted so heavily just like a puppy. “fuck!”

his tip would twitch just as the first rope of hot cum shot into your open mouth. your eyes fluttered as it hit your face. your fingers splayed near his base tickling the dark hairs at his base as toji jerked into your mouth. watching the excessive amount of cum dump into your mouth. his jaw tightening when you replaced his hand to milk more out, swallowing every single drop before sucking on his sensitive tip for more tasty cum.

“fucking greedy, brat,” he grunts.

toji’s breath hitched, opening his eyes to see his cum splattered on the shower wall. fuck, his low sigh had him sinking back to reality. the reality where he’s stepping out of the shower alone, after jerking off like some pre-mature teenager. but he missed you….

his hands worked on drying his hair as he stepped out of the bathroom, sweats hanging low unbothered as he itched his lower stomach where his happy trail disappeared.

“oh.”

his movements halt. eyes falling on the lump in the middle of the large king sized bed.

his towel fell from his hand, walking around the bed. his eyes softening at the sight of you snuggled deep under the covers. eyes closed tight. toji sighs, maneuvering around.

he was silent, really silent. you could feel the way he gently slid into the bed, sliding closer to you as his warmth enveloped your entire body. his hand brushed your face from behind, feeling your damp skin.

“you’re a pain in my ass, ya know that?” his words stung just a little at your pride. you were always so confident in yourself. you always knew what you wanted, when you wanted it. but he seemed to flip that over. you hated how he stripped everything down leaving you so bare in front of him.

“talk to me,” he whispers, pulling you to his chest, as his lips brush your jaw. he pressed your back closer to his chest. “i missed you.”

“then why did you let her jump on you!?” you shove him off, turning over on your back. your eyes were glossed over, staring up at the man. the open windows letting the light hit his jaw, illuminating his sharp features as he looked down at you.

“I didn’t think she was gonna—“

“who even is she? did you sleep with her?!” your cheeks were flarring, toji could practically see the smoke coming out of you.

“you really wanna know?” he sighs, seeing your eyes fall, immediately turning over as you rolled into a ball. “hey—that was before we got together.”

his lips parted as your shoulders shook. fuck.

“this isn’t fair.”

“it isn’t fair! you can’t tell the world you’re dating me, but never ask me if we’re even dating in the first place! and your stupid psycho ex spilled her stupid cold drink down my stupid favorite shirt, and she pressed her stupidly big tits all up on you!” you were crying now. and toji felt like absolute shit, if it wasn’t for the vein the snapped in his head.

“never asked?!” his arm came around, sitting up as he turned you over. “we’re already fucking dating.”

you cover your face with your hands as he sits u up, holding you by the shoulders. forcing you to sit between his legs facing him. “you can’t just sta-art dating.” you’re crying way too much.

“baby, you’re confusing me,” toji was a bit slow. he knew you were wound up, but this was pushing it. “you’re acting like you’ve never dated anyone before?”

your breathing slows, heat crawling to your ears as your shoulders stop, almost holding your breath. he raised a brow at the sudden silence of your cries, the realization slowly dawning on him.

“you’ve never dated anyone?” his arms slide down to hold your waist, as you kept your face covered.

“no.” toji felt his cheeks sting a bit. he really wanted to see your face. his hand coming up to hold your wrists, gently pulling them off your face. his breath catching at the sight of your pretty cheeks all sticky with your tears. your eyes sparkling with nerves.

“so you’re telling me you slept around and never dated anyone?” he teases, trying to lighten the mood, but it seems to do the opposite as your lips part, almost curling in disgust, but your eyes shift away, looking around at the windows behind him.

“I don’t sleep around,” you mutter. “i never did.”

“hmm, okay,” he laughs lightly, but you remain silent. why does it feel weird all of a sudden? “I guess i took your little virginity away then?”

“you did.”

toji’s smile drops.

“what?” his movements freeze. eyes blank, jaw open.

you turn away, almost burning so hot you thought you’d melt the entire bed. “you were my first….so, ya.”

“WHAT?!” your body jumped, cringing at his yell. moving away. “shit, sorry sorry.” he pulls you back, hands going to your face, feeling how hot your skin is. “why didn’t you tell me that??”

“because,” you mutter , trying desperately not to meet his burning eyes. “it’s embarrassing.” you hate how much you’re being confronted right now. you’d have rather died then admit to toji that he was your first, especially considering his past. you remember how much he slept around, you don’t know why that made him a little more appealing to you. knowing that he satisfied women on a daily basis. he aura was also very alluring. attracting every single women nearby. it was bothersome….

“fuck, baby,” toji drops his head on your shoulder, his big arms wrapping around you as he pulled you to his lap, holding you so close, brushing his lips on your shoulder. “you’re telling me your first time was when we fucked in the car?”

your breath slipped as you remembered the memory.

“that’s why you were crying so much,” he almost coos, pulling away.

“you had me on top,” you snap, brows pinched as toji cringed. “it really hurt.”

“how was i supposed to know?!” he groans, kissing your lips without warning. “I thought it was just too big f’r ya,” he groans when you pull away.

“that was a problem too,” your thumb plays with his lips, heart skipping a beat at the look toji was giving you. you could see his pupils dilate, tongue sticking out to kiss your thumb. for some reason the memories of the past five months came flooding back through his mind. remembering how needy you’d get at times. when you’d snap at him for doing things he always does. him learning how to ease your cries whenever he fucks you—

“wanna be my girlfriend then?” he grins, a stupid grin, a grin that has you rolling your eyes, but your cheeks heating up. your lips desperately trying not to smile so he wouldn’t get the stupid satisfaction.

“well…..yes,” your cheeks puff as he kisses the corner of your mouth, chuckling.

“I’m so lucky,” he teases, making you grumble about how annoying he is. “my sweet little virgin baby,” he coos, grinning as your lips part in embarrassment.

“d-don’t say that!” you flush. his hands slips under your shirt, tugging at your nipples shamelessly. your lips part as he twists the perky bud in his fingers, bringing tears to your eyes at his cruel pinches. your pussy rubbing against his thigh automatically.

“you’re always so needy.” his tongue peaks out, leaning back on the headboard as he pinches and tugs your sensitive nipples, letting you rub yourself on his thigh. your tongue parts as you lean closer to toji. fingers splay across his cheeks as he smiles, opening his mouth for you.

“wanna taste, puppy?” he opens his mouth as you nod your head. your hips pressing harder and faster on his sweats, your panties soaking through your thin shorts the faster you hump his leg. toji kept a mean grip on your little nipples, tugging them harshly as he let a glob of spit fall into your mouth.

“what a dirty girl, did i make you like this?” he grins as you whine, nails digging into his biceps as you edge yourself closer. “humping my leg like some bitch in heat.”

toji grabs your face, pulling you to his lips in a rough kiss, he bites down on your lip making you cry and cum with a full body tremble.

“aw ya soaked my pants,” toji lifts you up, lips locking around your tits, suckling the swollen nipples as you held his head. his fingers slip into your shorts, cupping your pussy, almost teasing you as he runs his fingers up and down the wet folds, avoiding your bundle.

“toji,” you whine, trying to press down on his finger.

“what? you won’t let me play with my virgin pussy? you scared it’ll hurt?” he grins at the pinch in your brow. “aww I’ll be gentle.”

your eyes flutter as toji sinks two fingers in your hole, already pumping them at a fast pace, your body doubling over as you tug at his hair as he bites your nipples. you grab at his wrist, crying at the quick buildup.

“fuck you’re so sensitive, thought you were always like that. cant believe I made you my little toy,” toji grins as he watches your face contort in pleasure, your tongue hanging out.

“gun, ah toji—it’s too much,” you babble, feeling his fingers pound deep into you, the squelching of your juices and the cries of your voice only egged him on.

“did you cry when I was talking to yuri? were you upset I wasn’t taking care of you? tell me.” he stops his movements making your eyes fill with tears. your fingers grasping his hair, tugging it back aggressively. “shit.”

“don’t talk about her,” you spit, eyes rolling back as toji continues his fingering, missing the shit-eating grin on his face.

“who knew you were a jealous doll,” he bites your nipples, tugging it as you hold his hair harder, making him groan against you. drool falls past your lips as toji feels your pussy clench around him, his other hand coming to hold your pelvis, thumb rubbing quick tight circles around your swollen clit.

“fuck toji!!”

your pussy flutters as a cord snaps in you and a wave of pleasure gushes out.

“shit, there we go,” toji’s praising, doesn’t stop with his words. he’s pumping his fingers in your tight cunt, smiling at you as pleasure comes out in wet squirts, the gushing like music to his ears as you cry desperately. your entire body trembling as he fucks you for another orgasm, completely soaking your panties and shorts.

“stop…stop stop,” your face in pressed into his neck, your drool and tears coating his bare neck as your legs give out, slumping forwards. toji hums, leaning back as his hand grabs your face, pulling you so you face him.

“you’re so adorable,” toji is laughing, your face was completely blissed out just by his fingers, he takes his hand out of your shorts, and smears your juices across your pouty lips.

“to…ji,” you whine, still trying to catch your breath. eyes blurry as you focus on the way he shamelessly sucks his fingers clean.

“cmon baby, you’re wetting your pants now,” he teases, tugging the waistband of your shorts. your arousal trickling down your legs.

“don’t say that!” you cover your face in horror, your face hot with embarrassment. you can only hear toji laughing.

“it’s okay, don’t be shy. it happens,” he coos, stroking your hair as he lifts you up so your laying across his lap, your wet shorts soaking his sweats. “let’s take these off and it’ll be all better, babygirl.” you bury your face in his chest, so baffled by his shameless teasing that you can’t even face him.

“you’re such a dick.” toji laughs as he peels the shorts and panties off, tossing them off the bed. your pussy fluttering at the breeze.

“I’m not the one that just wet themselves.”

“I didn’t!” you cry out, face flaming!

“it’s okay, i know how excited you get when i touch your cute pussy,” toji silences you with a hand cupping your pussy again. your body jolts at the contact, so sensitive.

you whimper his name, shying away from his touch, your clit so swollen he didn’t even have to spread your folds that wide to see the cute bud.

“it’s okay, I’ll make you all better,” he gently strokes your wet folds as he tilts your head so you’re looking up at him. your lashes were fluttering, exhaling as you felt your body growing needy again. “what a naughty little girl.”

your lips are open as he leans down, running his tongue across the lips, he lets a glob of spit travel into your mouth.

“lemme get a look at that virgin pussy,” he slaps your thigh, making you squeal, hitting his chest with a light elbow.

toji tosses you off him, your lips parting to whine.

“i know i know,” he’s on top of you, trapping your arms over your head as he leans down to capture your wet lips. “don’t cry,” he giggles, as your legs wrap around his waist, humping his tent. “you need something?”

“you,” you pant against his lips. “need you, toji.”

“you want me to break your virgin cunt in?” he grins.

“yes!” you’re frustrated with the teasing, because it’s only making you more turned on then you’d like to admit.

“take it out for me,” he coos, letting your hands free, but still towering over you. you blush, sitting up as your legs fall to the back of his thighs, little fingers pulling his sweats. “you still get so flustered when i ask you do this.”

“shut up,” you pinch his side, making him grab the back of your head. your lips curl as toji looks down at you.

“I thought you were nervous to have a dick inside ya?”

“i guess i know it wont be all that,” you shrug, now going along with his teasing.

“you wanna bet?”

you barely have a chance to pull his sweats down, before toji is flipping you on your tummy, his sweats discarded, and his hand pumping his cock, rubbing himself through your folds to collect all your arousal for lube.

you press back into him, so needy, he thinks. his hand comes down on your ass. fingers sliding down to your back, pressing down, immediately feeling you sink down, arching so gorgeously for him.

“who taught you to arch so well?” he kisses your back, grinding between your legs. the memories of the first time you had sex in your apartment and toji was talking you through it, telling you what a good girl you were for arching so well for him. he came all over your back.

toji spreads your ass, eyes darkening at the sight of your fluttering pussy, clenching around nothing. he teased his tip in and out, your clenching not helping your desperation as you gripped the sheets.

“just prepping you…don’t wanna hurt such a cute hole,” he says with a smile. you groan into the sheets.

you glance over your shoulder, he’s already looking at you making your cheeks run hot.

“i got you,” he leans close to your face, aligning himself, pulling away, just to shove his entire length inside you. your eyes pop as a sharp gasp comes out, clenching immediately. “shit—ya always do that, fuuck.” toji groans.

“you scared me,” you whine, still gripping him tight, making him buckle forward, keeping himself up for a second.

“it’s the same dick baby, it’s just your virgin pussy,” he sighs, “relax,” his abs clench as he feels you loosen for him, “atta girl,” he pulls out, going back in. he starts picking up the pace. “taking your virginity away,” toji groans, “did you like your first time?”

you know he’s asking about your actual first time. “it was scary.” he grunts, picking up the pace. “you’re ‘s-is big,” you moan as you feel him fucking you with shallow quick thrusts hitting your cervix repeatedly.

“I’m so lucky to be the only one that’s felt your tight cunt,” he grunts, kneeling up as he grabs your ass back, fucking you harder, the slapping of his balls against your pussy and the claps of your ass hitting his thighs as your head feeling fuzzy. you were meeting him in the middle, just as toji grabbed you to sit you up. your arms wrapping around his forearm as he held it across your chest.

“so fucking good, shit—“ toji bites your shoulder as his groans fill your ear. his finger falling down, stroking your clit quickly, you cry, clenching around him as you come in little spurts, wetting the throw sheet im front of you. “I made you such a good squirter.” he laughs, slapping your clit, causing your arousal to sputter.

“stop it,” you whine, holding his wrist as he pinches your your clit making you buckle forward.

he quickly flips you around in the haze, slapping his drenched cock on your clit making you cover your face with your arms as you squirt from the stimulation. “there ya go, I guess you can’t hold it in like a big girl.”

“d-don’t say that!” you cry, as toji pumps his dick in front of you, shutting you up as he slips back inside you. his groan is deeper, holding your wrist over your head, his other hand pulling at your nipples.

“I’m gunna cum inside ya.”

“what?”

you feel his grip tight on your wrist as he buries his face in your neck, fucking his fat dick so deep inside you, you can feel him hitting up your tummy.

“you can’t!” you cry, tears filling your eyes at the rough fucking, he felt so good. the idea of his cum filling you to the brim was making your head so fuzzy. he can’t! he can’t! you’ve never had his cum inside you. he’s asked multiple times but you’ve declined each time, so he’d pull out and drench your tummy, back, tits, or face with his seed. but it was different this time.

“gotta fill this cunt with my cum or you’ll be a virgin forever,” toji groans, his drool falling on your skin as he groans so lewdly it has you whimpering just as you felt the twitching inside you. it was a new feeling, the stuttering of his hips, the desperation in having his cock as deep as possible until the pulsing sent the first spurts of his cum spraying inside you.

“wait…ungh! toji!” your eyes are filled with tears, as he cums, he goes still groaning. your wrists wiggle under his grip, whining at the warmth deep inside you. toji rocks his hips, dumping his hot seed in your pussy.

“good fucking girl,” he exhales, pressing down on your tummy, it almost felt swollen in both your hazzy heads. his body stuttered as you clenched around him.

“you dick,” you shove his shoulder, covering your face as he pulls out, inhaling sharply at the tight grip you have, just milking more of him once he pulls out. his cock let another spurt right on your pussy.

“sorry, puppy,” he sighs, pushing your legs up, pupils dilated as he watches the warm globs of his cum overflowing out. “look how well you took me.”

“your corruption kink is off the charts,” you mumble, embarrassed at his staring, but your heart skips as you see him reach for his phone, recording your pussy.

“I’ve already corrupted you, pup,” his eyes flick up to you. the single look had your breath catching. he’s such an asshole. “you’re all mine.”

“whatever!” you cry, shoving his chest back with your foot, rolling over to cover your face. toji booms with laughter, dropping his phone and crawling over you as cradling your head, and burging his face over your hands.

“you’re such a virgin.”

i usually post current events links ab what’s going on, but I’m also going to link some accounts you should all follow to stay updated!!!

accounts: one // two // three // four // five // six

link // link // link // link // link // link

Dylan O'Brien by Michael Buckner (Deadline) ↳ Sundance Film Festival 2024, promoting "Ponyboi" (Esteban Arango, 2024)