Type: ︎︎ᥫ᭡
Words: A bit under 500
Summary: Headcanons of our Italian boy :)
Song(s): 🤷♀️
Proofread: Very hastily
Warnings: Sexual topics!!!A/N: This fic includes sexual themes, if you're sensitive for such topics, please do not read.
This has been inside my drafts forever.
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• Theo is a switch in bed. He can absolutely be the dominant and tie you down as he edges you until you're sobbing and begging for the sweet release, but with you, he can also be the submissive who obediently watches you touch yourself while pleading for you to let him touch you and make you—and himself—feel good.• I feel like Theo is more of a giver than a receiver, though he loves both. His mind is at peace when he's knelt down, face buried deep between your thighs lapping at your juices. Then again he can't forget the sight of you knelt down in front of him, taking him all in your mouth, tears in your eyes as he praises you between his own groans.
• There are days when he's feeling extremely frustrated and stressed, wanting nothing more than to sexually torture you into a sweet, crying mess for him. For example, after a lost quidditch match the only image on his mind is you laid out, bare on his bed as he takes all his anger out on you.
• As a nice contrast, he also loves slow, intimate missionary sex with a lot of kissing and praising.
"You're doing so good for me, bella." "Taking me so well, 'm so proud of you..." "Be good, principessa."
Yes, he loves praising. Even when he's dom, he never forgets to whisper such sweet things in your ear that leave you completely flustered and blushing as he fucks you senseless.• His member is above the average. Not a huge amount, but still. It definitely reaches all those sweet spots deep inside you cunt, making you let out all the whimpers and moans he so much adores. Quickies in the broom closet will definitely not be a secret to those who pass by.
• He's a hopeless romantic. Rose petals on the bed, dim candlelight and slow missionary after a dinner in a nice Italian restaurant? Yes.
• His aftercare is 10/10. He never forgets to take care of your fragile body after he's shattered it with multiple rounds. He washes you body and hair with such gentleness it's hard to imagine he was the one who pinned you down and had his way with you. He always brings you a glass of water after and wraps you up inside the sheets like a burrito to keep you nice and warm.
• He's very teasing, and doesn't give two shits if someone sees. Unless it makes you uncomfortable, of course. With your consent, his fingers are buried deep in you even during class as he whispers in your ear how you should keep quiet unless you want the professor to notice. He has no problem keeping his hand on your lower back in public and then slipping it down to your ass with a small smack.
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