slytherin boys smut/imagines/one-shots

theo's hand lingers just above your knee, his thumb tracing lazy circles. his lips brush your ear, voice low and taunting. "i wonder what you'd look like like that."

you tilt your head toward him, brow raised. "like what?"

he smirks. "panting. trembling. completely at my mercy."

you can't help but squeeze your legs together at the thought, something which doesn't go unnoticed by theo. theo's sharp gaze flickers down to your skirt, which has ridden up your thighs from the pressure of your legs pressed tightly together. a knowing smirk curls at the corners of his mouth. he pretends not to notice, but the glint in his eyes tells you everything - he's planning something.

theo wedges his hand between your tightly pressed thighs, prying them apart with a firm, deliberate touch. his fingers splay possessively, holding your legs open.

"this movie's boring," he murmurs, his tone low and teasing. "i've got a much prettier girl right next to me... and I'd much rather watch her squirm" with a wink he continues to trail his hand up and down your inner thigh.

"here?" a surge of arousal pulses through you at the thought of being caught

theo chuckles softly, his gaze locked onto yours. "why not?"