oneshots & reacts; slytherin boys

L.B. | Take it. (Revised)

guys idk wtaf this is im just reposting a few oneshots that are marinating in my docs.....

forgive the formatting pls, i know its not my usual, i just cant be fucked to do it (i mean, i can be FUCKED alright, just not enough for me to fix the format). 

warnings; hard dom!enzo, degradation, praising, public foreplay (hasafashahasafasha that hot dick guys), cnc, denial, biting, begging, bleeding, slapping, probably some more

You know Enzo is planning something. You can feel it in your gut.

And also, all the signs that are quite loudly yelling "HEY, HORNY BOYFRIEND" right at your face.

Well. A little fun never hurt anyone.

So of course, when you hit triple study on a Thursday, what else are you going to do, other than sit yourself right on top of his lap?

"—so, despite the fact that werewolves are people, they were classified as..." Mattheo trails off, entirely pissed off, and throws his quill right at the wall in a fit of rage, digging his fingers into his hair. "WHO THE FUCK INVENTED DEFENCE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS?"

Somebody's mad.

You stifle a laugh, your own essay finished, reviewed and polished in front of you as Mattheo keep agonising over it like it's the biggest torture known to man.

Enzo's lap is quite comfy to sit on, his arms pressed around your sides so his hands can rest on your thighs, warm palms on your skin.

He has his forehead tucked between your shoulder blades, and he breathes slowly and deeply, clearly asleep, or at the very least, napping.

As if on cue, he grumbles, settling in deeper. There's a strange sounding inhale from him, and he shifts his hips beneath you, pressing closer.

"Babe?" You murmur, laying back slightly, moving around so the you can see his face.

If he lifts it up, that is.

"Enzo?" You sing-song, wriggling your hips side to side, trying to wake him up.

If he's this tired, he should—

His hands slide to your hips, tightening, and he lifts his head slightly, throwing you a glinting look from underneath his brows.

So he's awake.

"Are you alright?" You whisper, reaching a hand over your shoulder, brushing his hair back.

"No." He murmurs, pushing his face into your back again.

"No? Why not?" You ask, trying as hard as you can to keep the teasing note out of your voice.

"Oh, no reaso— my very incredibly sexy girlfriend is currently—" His voice drops lower, if possible, and he gently lifts his hips off the chair, taking you with him— "grinding on my dick. Forgive me for feeling a bit... needy."

"Could've just begged, you know?" You murmur. "We've been here an hour, but you still haven't gotten the courage to ask me to ride you, you little—"

"I wouldn't go there today, love." He warns and grabs your hips, settling in the chair. "Now keep moving."

Who in the ever living fuck could suspect Enzo, out of all people, is inno—

You pause mid thought. Yeah fair enough. He's not fucking other people.