oneshots & reacts; slytherin boys

L.B. | Please

lets just pretend i didnt post this before the angsty ones.........

warnings; sub!Enzo, cnc, overstim, begging, masturbation, mommy kink, degradation, praise, voice kink lowkey?

As crazy and as fucking psychotic as Enzo is, he folds pretty fucking fast, practically the moment you try.

You're currently sat on his thigh, his hand on your hip as the group sits around the table.

"—nice, but she will not let me give her hickeys." Mattheo says, slumping against the back of his chair as he gently taps a finger on the table, clearly unhappy about the situation.

"Well, we can all see that Enzo doesn't have the same problem." Blaise says, throwing a look at you and him, clearly talking about the dark, almost painful looking bruises curled around the curve of your throat.

"Oi." You say, mocking a scowl as you fight down a grin. "You can't talk about that."

"Then maybe don't let your boyfriend suck your neck like a fucking leech." Blaise challenges, and you gasp, wrapping your hands around Enzo's head protectively.

"Don't call him a leech!" You say, and then look at Enzo, a playful smile on your face.

"I promise, if you're a leech, you're a very sexy leech." You giggle, and Enzo grins pecking you on the lips.

"Nah, personally, I think Y/N's the leech in that relationship." Draco butts in. "Do you guys not remember what Enzo looked like this morning?"

The guys share a bunch of looks, and Blaise fakes a dramatic shiver, making a small sound of disgust.

"Wait, what?" Pansy laughs.

"Looked like a rabid pack animal was going at him." Mattheo murmurs, grinning as he keeps tapping his fingers. "I mean, I'm not gonna judge, but what the fuck do you two get up to to look half beaten to death?"

You simply laugh, and Enzo squeezes your hips, grinning.

"I don't think—" He starts, but you cut him off.

"Enzo would be too embarrassed for me to tell." You cackle, and Enzo gasps, lightly swatting your arm.

"Y/N!" He says, mouth hung wide in betrayal, eyebrows furrowed.

"Enzo?" Mattheo says, teasingly as he leans forwards. "What in the world—"

Enzo ignores him, whispering fervently into your ear as you feel him slowly moving his thigh underneath you.

"That's TMI babe." He murmurs, his breath tickling your ear, and you shiver, laughing softly.

"TMI." You repeat, mocking him, and giggle, listening as the conversation continues on with many, many sex jokes, before promptly changing to the subject of Pansy and her many situationships.

"Mhm." Enzo murmurs, his lips softly pressing to your neck. "Especially for you. I don't think you want them to know exactly how quickly you com when—"

You lean back, your back hitting his chest as you turn your head to whisper in his ear.

"You sure?" You murmur. "How about how absolutely desperate you get the moment I take control?"