Write Some Dom Mommy Nesta For Us

Write some dom mommy Nesta for us 😝

Pretty Girl

Warnings: Smut, Fingering, Oral, FF

"Please Nes!" You cry out, bucking your hips up for her fingers. Nesta looks down at you with a pout, mocking you. "Oh, pretty girl." She purrs and caresses the side of your hip, which makes you whimper for your touch. "Now what did we say about patience, hmm?" She whispers. You whimper. She spits on her fingers and slowly inserts one in you. You let out a moan as she feels around you. "Is that okay pretty?" She whispers. "Yes! Oh Nes!" You moan. She smirks and slowly inserts another one and your back arches off the bed. "Nesta!" You moan as she continues to pump in you. "Oh, y/n. I don't think you realize how pretty you are. Oh, my pretty girl." She smiles at you, watching your face contort in pleasure. Your moans start getting higher in pitch, signaling to Nesta that you were close to your climax.

Then she pulls her fingers out of you.

You sob. "Please Nes! I-I've been such a good girl!" Nesta smirks as she lowers herself to your pretty pink pussy. "I know pretty. I just want to taste you. Can I do that?" She looks up at you. "Yes." You breathe. She licks your slit, making you arch your back and groan. Then she starts sucking and tasting and teasing your bundle of nerves. "Nes! Oh!" You moan out, grinding against her mouth. You let out a series of moans and whimpers as she continues to feast on your pussy. Then you feel that coil starting to free itself. "Nes! Nes I'm gonna-" "Cum for me mon amour." She whispers huskily. You finally let go with a cry and you release all over her face. She looks up at your dazed state and smirks. "There she is. My pretty girl."

Y’all Know the First Chapter is Out Right?

I have nothing to say... It’s all in the title.

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A Love Too Pure: 1

WARNING: Language

Alora’s POV

“Astoria! If you don’t get your slow arse on this fucking train!” I yell from the platform, the train starting to move. “Can’t you tell your dad to stop the train?” She yells as she juggles her owl, trunk and extra suitcases. I levitate her slow ass on the train and hop on the train last minute.

Astoria glares. “You didn’t have to rush me! I was going to make it!” I side-eye her. “Yeah. We’ll go with that!” “You two are so fucking loud, you know that?” Enzo says walking up the aisle. 

I roll my eyes at Enzo. “Well, I don’t complain when you’re fucking some desperate bitch against the wall on the way to her dorm.” Enzo chuckles. I walk past him to see Pansy, Blaise, and Draco all sitting in a booth. “We thought you both weren’t going to make it, considering how loud Alora was yelling form the platform.”

Astoria scoffs. “They are just being dramatic.” 

TIME SKIP

“Very best evenings to you all.” Dad says and I smile. Even though I always hated having to listen to these things, I always loved seeing him. I haven’t seen him all summer- due to the fact that I was spending the summer in Barbados with Astoria. 

“First off, let me introduce the newest six-year students of the Slytherin house (so this takes place during the half blood prince) at Hogwarts this year.” 

“New?” I whisper over to Pansy. She shrugs.

The doors bust open and everyone turns to see the three boys. One had neat dark curly hair, a prim and proper aura to him, which makes me very uncomfortable. The tallest one had light brown hair, and looked as if he did the one next to the other taller one was shorter, probably a few fucking two feet ahead of me and had more messy brown hair. 

I’d say, me personally, he was the cutest.

“Please welcome Tom and Mattheo Riddle.” The amount of fear and dramatic as fuck gasps fill the room was hilarious. “Riddles?” Pansy gasps. “They’re pretty cute.” Astoria says. “Eww! Astoria!” I squeal. Mattheo looks over at me and smirks and I smile back a little. A connection forming. 

“Did he just smile at you?” Blaise asks. “I think so.” I say.

Mattheo’s POV

NOTE: He doesn’t know Alora’s pronouns yet, because he doesn’t know them yet, so he’s referring to them as her.

As we walk into the hall and whatever, I see her. She’s perfect. A dazzling smile revealed the bronze glow at her cheeks. I see her cute faerie ears with cuffs, and dangle earrings. Her curls frame her face, the front parts clipped back with silver serpent hair clips. Her eyes, when she gave a glance toward me were monochromatic- one brown, one amber. She stands out from the crowd of slytherin girls. What are you staring at brother? Tom says into my head. No one of importance at the moment. I reply. 

We weren’t here for learning or making friends or learning how to be a good wizards for the future of the wizarding world. Dad gave us the plan- Earn Dumbledore’s trust then murder the old bastard. It’s all for the greater good Dad says. And I believe him. We sit in front of Malfoy, Enzo, and Theodore. I look over at the girl sitting over by the Greengrass girl. Up close, She had puffy, pouting lips and they looked blossom soft. She’s entrancing.

“Who’s she?” I whisper to Theo. “That’s Alora. They are like one of the hottest people here. Completely out of your league Riddle.” I kick him under the table. “They?” I question. “Sie is gender neutral. All faes are gender neutral.” Enzo says. 

I admire Alora’s beauty as they talk to Greengrass. They look over at me and their eyes glow white and they tilts their head, then quickly turns away. 

Sie’s looked in our heads you fool. Tom says in my head.

Not my fault.

You need to keep your guard up Mattheo. Fae are one of the most powerful creatures in the Wizarding World, far more advanced. You have to keep your guard up and stop oggling them.

Alora’s POV

“Alora, are you okay?” Astoria asks as I wince. “I don’t trust him. I don’t know what it is about him, I just cannot trust him.” I whisper. I turn my attention back to my Father.

“Now, as you know, each and every one of you was searched upon your arrival here tonight,” He says. “And you have the right to know why.”

“Once there was a young man, who, like you, sat in this very hall, walked this castle’s corridors, slept under it’s roof. He seemed to all the world a student like any other. His name? Tom Riddle.”

Everyone starts talking and I see Mattheo and Tom sit up a bit straighter, everyone whispering and looking over at the siblings. 

“Today, of course, he’s known all over the world by another name. Which is why, as I stand looking out upon you all tonight, I’m reminded of a sobering fact.”

I feel a pang of sadness from Dad’s emotions.

“Every day, every hour, this very minute, perhaps, dark forces attempt to penetrate this castle’s walls. But in the end, their greatest weapon is you.” Everyone stays silent, looking around. 

“Just something to think about. Now off to bed. Pip-pip.”

“That was cheerful.” I overhear Ron say. Draco looks down sullenly, unusual for him. I stand up and start walking away from the table. 

“Alora, where are you going? The dorms are that way.” Theo says. I smile. “I’m going to the Astronomy Tower for a little while. “I’ll be back.

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