MATURE
NOT PROOFREAD
You stood in front of your mirror, your hands moving over your body as your face scrunched into one of displeasure. Your fingers roamed on your skin, touching each and every imperfection.
"For fuck sake." You huffed loudly, rushing to remove your dress and throw it on the pile of clothes on your bed.
You moved over to your wardrobe, your arm diving in to pull out yet another outfit. It was Pansy's birthday party, you and the group were heading out to Hogsmede for the night, but you could find anything you felt comfortable in.
You were known around Hogwarts for your unique beauty, everyone claiming that you were "Hogwarts' most wanted." You felt a harsh pressure to live up to the rumours. It had made you feel insecure when you couldn't see yourself like everyone else could. People would whisper to each other everyday about how good you looked, gossiping about your effortless beauty.
It was anything but effortless.
You stood in front of your mirror trying on outfits for hours every morning, the need to make your hair perfect so you'll receive compliments about it.
The standards were killing you.
"Alright gorgeous?" Blaise waltzed into your dorm with a large smile and pep-in-his-step. He made his way over to while fixing the cuff of his suit sleeve.
You gave him a lopsided smile, his eyes travelling around your room before finally falling to the pile of clothes you had discarded of on your bed.
"Why have you pulled out your entire wardrobe?" He asked in a confused tone as he sat down on your bed, his hands fondling with the plethora of outfits under him.
You folded your arms across your chest, your lips forming into a straight line as you looked at yourself in the silver, sequinned dress. You turned around to face your boyfriend who was looking at you with an expression of confusion. "I can't pick an outfit."
Blaise's eyebrows furrowed and he lifted a hand to point at your dress. "That looks good," he gave you a large smile. "Just wear that."
You rolled your eyes and turned back around to stare at your now distorted figure in the mirror. "I don't like it."
Reaching over to a red dress, Blaise began to fold your clothing. "Whatever you wear, you'll look incredible."
You threw your arms in the air before letting them slap back down at your sides. "You don't get it!" You exasperated.
"Hey, hey," Blaise stopped what he was doing and got up to stand behind you, looking at his own reflection in the mirror, something he could never resist. "What's wrong?" He spun you around to face him, you burying your head in his chest.
Your bottom lip began to quiver as he held you, one hand on your head, his other your waist. "I just feel so fucking - gross." You admitted.
Blaise pouted and tilted his head down, causing you to look at him. "You always look good, you're the most beautiful person I know."
You smiled shyly at him, his eyes falling back on the mirror. "I know how to make you feel better." He smirked and turned you around.
"What are you doing?" You asked threw a gasp as his lips found your neck, placing harsh kisses on it, sure to leave some bruises later.
Blaise moved his lips to your ear, his hot breath against your skin causing you to shiver. "You're going to watch yourself in this mirror while I fuck you," he placed another kiss to the side of your neck, his hands trailed down to the buttons of your dress, releasing the two that covered your cleavage. "Understood."
You gulped, nodding profusely as his lips met your neck another time. "Yes."
Your eyes found your body in the mirror, less distorted than before, you finally looked real again. You watch Blaise in the reflection, his fingers pulling the dress from your shoulders and letting it fall down your body, your breasts being exposed.
You tried to look away, Blaise grabbing your head in an instant and placing it back so you could see yourself.
He stood back for a moment to remove his suit jacket, ripping off his tie quickly before turning back to you.
He allowed his hand to find your underwear from behind, his fingers stroking over the wet patch. Hitting your leg lightly, he motioned for you to spread your legs.
You obeyed him, opening your legs slowly. Blaise smirked, watching you as you looked at yourself in the mirror.
He reached down to undo his belt and unzip his trousers, his hand wandering down into his boxers to pull out his erection.
He pulled your thong to the side, his arm bending to meet the small of your back, pushing down lightly so you leant over to give him more space.
Blaise rubbed a finger along your slit, allowing it to sink in until his knuckles met your skin, a moan escaping your lips at the feeling.
He smirked before pulling his digit out and plunging himself deep into you. Giving you no time to adjust he grabbed your waist and began to thrust into you at a fast pace.
You whimpered at his touch as you watched yourself getting fucked in the mirror, your exposed tits bouncing with the rhythm of Blaise's thrusts, your legs slightly bent and buckling, struggling to hold you up as your boyfriend fucked you from behind.
Blaise placed his head into the crook of your neck, biting into your skin lightly. You watch it all happen in the mirror, it was an odd feeling, one that was quite unimaginable, it almost didn't feel real.
"You see how fucking beautiful you are?" Blaise moaned into your shoulder, the hand on your waist moved to massage one of your breasts, his fingers pinching the nipples.
You closed your eyes, biting your lip before allowing you mouth to fall open, a string of moans escaping as you did. "Yes."
"Anyone would be lucky to have you," He began. "And you still don't think you're enough."
Your eyes shot open and you hissed at the stinging feeling as Blaise slapped your tit, his hand travelling down to your clit, beginning to rub it in soft, torturous circles.
"Tell me how beautiful you are." He muttered a spell which caused your thong to stay in place as he allowed his hand to move up to your neck, grabbing hold of it lightly.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you tried to get your words out, Blaise's thrusts only getting faster. "I-"
He lifted his head to your ear again, his lips gracing your skin. "Tell me how fucking beautiful you are." He repeated, anger laced in his voice, his fingers squeezing tighter.
Your legs began to shake as his finger continued to play with your clit, a whimper leaving your mouth as you tried to speak. "I'm beautiful." You breathed out.
Blaise smiled, his lips finding your neck as he sucked hard on your skin.
Your body shook and back arched as you felt yourself come undone, forcing yourself to look at the commotion in the mirror, you finally felt good.
Blaise finished inside of you, a proud look on his face as he uttered a wandless spell to clean the two of you up.
He fixed his trousers and did up his belt, flicking your thong back into place which caused you to jump at the feeling, your legs hardly managing to keep you standing.
Making his way over to the bed, he grabbed the short red dress he had folded on the bed earlier that evening and threw it to you, your body leaned against the mirror in order to keep you standing. "Wear that," he fixed his sleeve and put his tie back around his neck, his head held high as he tied it. "It'll look nice on my floor tonight."
yummy blaise
so may smuts
i'm amazing
adiós!
