oneshots & reacts; slytherin boys

L.B. | Take it. (Outline)

 @mirotiloooo requested and so i deliver.

warnings;

dom!enzo, slapping, praise, degradation, rough sex ig

Enzo.

The kind slytherin.

Enzo.

The nice slytherin.

Enzo.

The slytherin meant to be in hufflepuff.

Enzo.

The supposed virgin.

Enzo.

The innocent boy.

Yeah. Yeah.

If you were to go through all this, and still think he's innocent, you may as well be locked up in a psych ward for the inability to distinguish reality from virtuality.

He slams you up against the door, making your back ache and thighs press, his claiming, hungry lips on yours in second.

There's no time to breathe, and the air your lungs so feebly catch is stolen right away from you by him, as he presses his body closer to yours, searching and searching.

"Fuck, love, you're so gorgeous". Enzo groans against your lips, tongue creating the illusion of soothing you swollen lips, and he reaches up, his large, commanding palm grabbing hold of your hair. "You've got me crazy."

His name spills past your lips like a mantra, insanely jumbled and breathless as he pulls on your hair, bending your neck painfully back as he leans down to your throat.

His lips land on your neck immediately, his teeth following suit as he nips at the skin, all too rough.

"Fuck yeah." He growls lowly, and he yanks on your hair again as he houses his leg between your thighs, torturing you with slow movements. "Fuck yeah, you're just gonna let me use you, aren't you love?"

You simply whimper, not specifying an answer as Enzo chuckles darkly, his hips rolling in time with his thigh, and he throws his head back, biting down a sound as he slowly but surely grinds down on your thigh, his own make quick work between yours.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He slams out, and he lifts his hand from your waist, pounding it on the door behind your head as he moans, clearly enjoying himself. "Not even inside you yet and I'm already crazy, love. Gonna ruin you so good."

You hear the mean streak in his voice, and mentally bid farewell to whatever control you may have had in the situation (although it certainly didn't feel like it the moment he started kissing you), your head rolling back more as he pulls on your strands.

"Isn't that right?" He snaps, and when you don't answer, lets out a disappointed sigh, moving away from you. "Go on, love. Isn't that right?"

You swallow chaotically, and press your thighs together, feeling awkwardly naked from the lack of his body covering yours against the door.

"Answer me." He says, his voice rasping in a way that may just exorcise any and all drops of feminism in your body.

"Yes." You gasp, closing your eyes.

His hand grabs onto your jaw, rough and bruising as he pulls your face close to his.

"Yes what?" He asks, low and mean, and you feel torn between the need to throw yourself off a cliff and the need to literally give birth to his children.