Cedric Diggory Smut Collection

Christmas 5 complete

"Bend over the table. You want to be a good little bug, right?" Cedric asks, "Or do you want me to get mean?" He asks, sounding upset as he feels you're taking too long.

You have to stop yourself from scoffing. Does he seriously think he hasn't been meaning yet? After all, he's done to you?

Feeling like the bug he calls you, you lean over onto the table. It makes your breasts feel like they've been crushed. Once you're bent, Cedric pushes your ass, making your body move forward, the top of your head hitting the wall. He removes his sweater, placing it between your head and the wall.

Next, you feel your legs being kicked apart roughly. The thought that your pussy is being seen like this makes you close your eyes in shame.

"This will be good," Cedric says to himself. Now you hear the sound of a zipper being undone and then pants being pushed down.

In all your life, you never even pictured having sex at Hogwarts, and here you are, at Hogwarts, naked, written on, with dust and dirt clinging to your throbbing breasts.

"Perfect height," Cedric comments happily and then presses his cock between your cheeks. Your body tenses, but you can do nothing, and honestly, you want it.

He teases you by sliding his rigid cock up and down your slit, almost treating it like a weapon. This sensation makes goosebumps run all over you, and you almost consider saying, 'quit playing!'

Then he places his cock on your womanhood, and you almost moan. Your face burns again at the thought. You almost moaned like a whore, and he hadn't even started.

"OOOOooooohhhhhh," you say in a long moan as he slowly pushes himself inside. It's a feeling like no other, a controlling force sliding in you, filling you with warmth in a place that has never known. He goes in deep and keeps himself there, enjoying the feel of your pussy, as he calls it, and the way it clings to him. You're surprised he didn't comment on how wet you are.

Cedric pulls back, which makes you gasp, and then thrusts forward, making you moan again with a shudder. He grabs onto the rope holding your arms around.

He starts now, thrusting in and out, starting slow, but getting faster and faster. He's barely even going when you feel waves of glorious warmth run over you, making your body twitch and jerk while your eyes roll.

An orgasm like you've never felt before hit so fast you could never have prepared yourself for it. Fast, intense waves you can't handle move over you and stop as quickly as they start.

And then Cedric starts. A clapping sound, much like when he was spanking you echoes around the room. He keeps a steady, strong place as he fucks you on this table.

All the times you've made love before, your partner always went too slow and made sure to be gentle and make sure he didn't hurt or break you. But this...this isn't love; this is sex. Wild, hard, fast, glorious sex. He's not gentle at all; you think he is trying to break you like a horse.

The top of your head starts hitting the wall, even with the sweater, with every thrust, making a thud, thud, thud sound. You cannot help the moans and groans of pleasure and pain that come out of your mouth as he keeps going.

Stopping them would be like trying to control your heart from beating. And they only get louder when he pulls your hair to lift your head. Now your forehead hits the wall with each thrust.

Your pussy begins to feel raw and tender as he goes on and on. You've lost track of time, but at least 10 minutes pass with him going and going, picking up speed.

No one has ever gone this loud and steady with you before. And your small body rocks and squeals on the table, smearing dust and dirt all over your stomach and breasts, making you itch in a way you never thought you would love.

Cedric begins to huff now, making the sounds that every man does when he's about to cum. Yet instead of finishing, he keeps going, only getting faster. He picks up the speed to an almost unbearable level, where you have to bite your lip not to scream.

He's fucking you so hard it feels like your body is being crushed like an accordion. He's trying to shove his dick far enough inside to reach your stomach.

Then it happens, you cum. You would flip around like a fish if you weren't bound with the rope. This orgasm is so hard you almost pass out.

Your entire body feels like it was dunked in a hot tub filled with pleasure. You feel so hot you could melt an ice glacier. Wave after wave hit, going off like fireworks, supplying you with physical and emotional satisfaction.

You open your eyes, no telling how much later, and find that you're still bent over on the table, but clerics are not fucking you any longer. Your body is still burning hot, but you can feel the cold of the wooden table and the itch of the dust.

Now you're aware of the sticky, gooey feeling moving slowly between your butt cheeks. Cedric came. But not inside you. You think he came high in between your cheeks.

Then your emotions tell you he did because it will drip down and mesh against everything between your legs.

"Wow, bug...just wow," Cedric says, almost in pants. From the sound of it, he enjoyed fucking you almost as much as you do.

This makes you feel so proud in such a perverse way, a way you can't explain logically. You wouldn't mind being fucked again. You wouldn't care if you were fucked for 12 straight hours.

"Everyones gonna be back tomorrow," Cedric informs. You should feel horrible and scared, but that doesn't matter. All that matters is that you are owned. You are helpless. And you like it.

Cedric unties you, turning you around; he stuffs his partly hard cock into his boxers, leaving his pants undone. He picks up your clothes at your feet and puts them on the table.

He begins dressing you back into your uniform, "look at me," Cedric orders as he brushes dust off your face and chest.
He moves to your right side and grabs your throat. He forces you to sit down in the chair once you're dressed.

"When you shower, don't dare scrub off the marker." he unlocks the door with his wand. "go."