Cedric Diggory Smut Collection

Nosy Perfect** smut slow burn

CNC WARNING

FORCED ORGASMS

GAGGING

FINGERING

You were late for your next class. You'd been working on your final project for Herbology all night and didn't sleep until almost 3 am.

You sprint through the halls, finally near your next class, Transfiguration.

"Stop right there!" You hear a voice shout. You've been late almost every other day this week. Snape was waiting to make you serve lengthy detention.

You turn around to find Cedric Diggory coming toward you. He hasn't spoken to you, and this was the worst time to fangirl over your houses, Quidditch captain.

"I'm right in that class," you sign, finally catching your breath. You point to the classroom, "I'm right here-"

He shook his head, "It doesn't matter. They're cracking down on tardies. You've been here for three years (y/n). You know better." If he wrote your name on a pad, it would put your name on a board in Snape's office.

"Wait, please, there must be something I can do... I don't have time for Long detention."

He looked you up and down, your hair is in a messy half-bun, and your tie is only half done. You'd be fixing it if your hands weren't full of books.

"And what do you have to do? That's so important (y/n)?"

You bite your lip and look down at his hands holding the pen. "I'm working on a rare plant for my final year."

He clicked his pen and put it in his pocket. "That's it? A plant?" He scoffed, looking around the halls.

"Please, I'll do anything; I'm book smart to write Mc Gonagall's next essay for you."

He quiets you, "trying to bribe me?! And do you ever do anything but schoolwork?" His eyes looked sorrily at you. He knew you had one strike left.

You shake your head, it was your third year, and you'd put yourself into your Herb project after your ex from Gryffindor dumped you. "Not really, It's important."

" Why the hell should I help you(y/n) and don't say a fucking essay. I'm already acing her class." You shrug, looking down at his hand as it taps on the pad. He was in 4th year and a fucking hallway tight ass. Half your dorm got detention one time because he wrote them up after class was let out late.

"What do you want?" You ask him

He walks toward you and pushes you back into a wall. "Wear some makeup and meet me at the lunch table, then we'll see," he puts his face and your neck and sniffs hard.

"Good taste in perfume," he pulls your unbuttoned collar down, "seems like you're decently stacked to me."

Your mind was spinning, "wait, um, stacked?"

He hovered his hand over your throat, "it's tournament week, little girl, and today's your lucky day."

"What do you mean?" You were so damn lost. "I can't get test answers from Snape, and he hates me-"

"Go to class before you're even later," he scribbles on a paper and shoves it down your shirt.

You run to class, your mind swirling with how he will probably make you his homework bitch for the rest of the year.

—-

You go to the restroom to ensure your uniform and hair are perfect. A bit of lipgloss, and you were ready.

Deep breath and act like you belong.

You see him sitting with half the Quidditch team at lunch hour. They're like a damn pack. Always together. Ugh.