Locker room luck
He had gotten the snitch. Harry fucking Potter had gotten the snitch. Harry Potter had bumped your boyfriend off his broomstick, in which he had time to fly quickly across the field to gain the upper hand and get ahold of the snitch; causing the Slytherin team to lose the game to none other than Gryfndors.
Your eyes widened as you realized what happened; you no longer cared about the game but about the wellbeing of Theo. You quickly ran from the stands to the bathroom as the game ended and the audience and players started to head back to their respective dorms. Theo or the other Slytherin boys are nowhere to be found.
In a quick jolt of anger, you went to the restroom to wash your face and cool off. He’s alright. It’s Theo, he can take it. He can take a hit. He’s fine. You hoped deep down he would be fine. Part of you knew he had to be found, the hit itself wasn’t bad but it was the anger he had towards losing that had you frightened. What if he siked himself out and was spiraling?
As you stand in the doorway of the women’s restroom, you look up when you hear banter and arguing. It wasn’t the women’s restroom, it was the current locker room of the perpetually angered Slytherin boy's quidditch team. They all had the same verbatim look on their face. One of dudgeon and frustration. You stand in shock and your eyes scan the room looking for your boyfriend, that’s when your eyes are brought to a corner of the room, he is already staring at you with a hungry look on his face, his towel being the only thing covering him, he notices you notice him and slams his cigarette down against the locker and steps on it flag as he charged towards you quickly, still holding his towel to his hips.
“Principessa, I’m gonna fucking have my way with you and you’re not gonna complain, understand?” He asked more of a statement than a question, you nodded in agreement as he dragged you out of the men’s locker room and into the vacant women’s one next door.
Theo quickly found an empty stall and stripped you of his jersey and your jeans, he palmed you through your soaked underwear and quickly undid your bra.
“I’m gonna fuck you until your pussies pink? Do you like that? How I’m gonna use you, fuck- take my loss out on you? I don’t fucking lose, Bella.” He dropped the towel quickly, his threats were never serious, he’d never hurt you, especially in such an intimate way, but waves of arousal came to you always as he threatened such harsh treatment onto you.
“Theo, I know you don’t lose, ah-, but fuck, did Harry get you, knocked you off your broom, made you look weak.” You teased him over his loss-making his eyes go berserk as he ripped your panties off your legs, discarding them on the ground
He grabbed your nipples as he dropped his towel to the floor, you went on your toes as he pulled both your nipples upwards and you let out a freakish moan.
“Talk like a slut, get treated like one, baby.” Theo stopped toying your entrance with his fingers as propped you up against the wall, lifting you by your thighs and shoving his erect penis into you.
Thommph…thommph…thommph
The sound of his skin slapping against yours.
Awgh- Ngh- ah-
The sounds of your moans being hushed as he shoves his fingers in your mouth
“Suck. Suck like the fucking slut you are. I wanna hear a fucking apology.” He shoves his fingers in your mouth carefully and you moan out from the stimulation.
“Baby, fuck- you…your the best I’ve had, fuck me harder, please baby, I need you right now, your the best I’ve had, please baby boy” you beg out for him to go harder on you.
He picks you up and the stall door flies open, he quickly finds a bench in the locker room and slams you down onto it, bending you over.
“Bend over and spread em’ now.” As you do as he says he doesn’t give you time to adjust as you find yourself gasping for air.
The loud sounds of his skin slapping get faster and faster, back to back, not giving himself or you a break.
Thwack, you let out a loud moan as he slaps your ass and takes control of your hips, slamming you down against his hard-on.
“Tell me your mine and only mine, not fucking Potters, not a stupid fucking Gryffindor, tell me who you’re fucking, let everyone know what kind of slut you are. Fucking say it.”
“Fuck, Theo! I’m yours! I’m fucking yours! Ngh- please baby, I love you! I love you so fucking much!” He pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail with one hand and slams your hips down onto his, he pulls you back by your hair and nibbles your neck. He uses your hair like a leash to keep you close as his hands move to your nipples. Abusing the soft tissue till it swells up.
“Yeah, you fuckin’ mine baby? You fuckin slut. I want you to say it, everyone can fuckin hear you, you know that? I’m fucking you, anyone can walk in and see a messy slut who can’t even keep her mascara on her face. I don’t fucking lose Y/n, especially not with my girl watching. Not mi bella.“ he grunts faster and faster letting go of your nipples and going down to your chit, he quickly lets go and flips you onto your back.
He takes a minute to adjust, slapping your thighs and your clit as he spreads your sore and shaking legs open.
“You think his dick is this big baby? You think Potter or any of the guys I saw you stare at in the locker room could do this to you, oh for fucks sake, mi fai impazzire cara, you hear that Bella? You drive me fuckin insane,” he slaps your thighs again, this time he puts his hands firmly on your upper and inner thighs to keep them separate while he slowly licks up and down your folds. Your fingers tangle in his soft hair as he’s down on his knees, watching the wetness trail down your thighs.
His pace slows for a second as you let out a nasty moan, he quickly covers your mouth with one hand as he looks up at you and forces you to make eye contact with him. You can hear others outside the room, praying they won’t walk in or hear you. He gives you a warning look as he keeps your mouth covered, waiting until the noise subsides.
As it does, you mutter out, “Theo, hurry- fuck it feels so good~”. The sensations intensify as he laps at your sore cunt, you groan, pushing him urgently into your dripping core and making him moan in pleasure. He's sucking on your clit with such passion you grip his hair in gratitude. You fling your head back at the feeling of pleasure dripping down from your core.
He immediately slips two fingers into you at once feeling how close you are, forcing you to grab the edge of the bench with all your might and exhale shakily at the sensation. He finds your G-spot with ease, long fingers curving up as the tips of his digits graze against your sweet spot, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
"Are you going to cum, Principessa? almost breaking my fuckin' fingers with how firmly you're squeezing around them." He groans against your core, making your legs tremble. You feel your body weaken as his dexterous fingers speed up, furiously pressing against your g-spot while his lips suck on your clit. You can virtually feel him smirking on your cheek, relishing how you react to his touch.
"I'm gonna— fuck, I'm gonna cum," you moan as Theo continues to sloppily eat you out and finger you at the same time, his saliva and your juices dripping down his chin. He effortlessly drives you over the edge, and your orgasm floods over you, causing you to arch your back.
Cum was running down your legs, a mix of your own and his precum, he quickly got you up by your hair and nipples to sit up while dripping on the bench.
He chuckled as he kept you up, slapping the side of your face with his dick until you opened your mouth. “Principessa? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I can go gentle for now?”
You shake your head no as you slowly swirl your tongue on his tip and he slams your head down toward his public area
One. Two. Three strokes
He was a goner, his loud moans and his big hands gripping your scalp as you felt the hot gooey liquid drip down your thirsty throat.
He quickly helps you up and picks up his towel to clean up the mess he made with you
“Shower together, good girl?” He looks at you with a grin and picks you up happily as you both enter the locker room showers. “You’ll be the death of me, my beautiful girl.”