Elio was just putting the finishing touches on his wrapped gift—yes, he actually was good at wrapping presents despite being a masculine boy, thank you very much—when a hand appeared on his shoulder.
The only reasonable response, clearly, was to scream at the top of his fucking lungs. What else was he to do when a man's hand appeared on his shoulder out of thin air? Was the hand even attached to something? He honestly wasn't sure. All he knew was that his father was working and that wasn't his father's hand.
"Come on, Nott. Time for a field trip," a familiar voice growled at him.
But before Elio could respond and ask if that was James he was hearing, he felt himself get apparated. His stomach pulled to the ground and the world whirled around him. Elio felt queasy; he couldn't exactly prepare himself for being kidnapped and apparated, now could he?
They appeared in front of a large, dark, beautiful, and, frankly, intimidating manor. "Woah," Elio whispered as he took in the home. Did he somehow get teleported inside Dracula? Merlin, this is how he imagined vampires lived. It was glorious. Suddenly, he didn't care that James had dragged him here two hours before they were supposed to meet. All he cared about was exploring the coolest fucking place he'd ever seen. "What is this place?"
Suddenly, the same hand that had apparated him here grabbed him by the ear and pulled him inside the home. "Shut the fuck up, Nott! Bloody hell, you're the worst kind of idiot."
Elio squirmed in the older boy's grip but James was bloody strong. Plus, being grabbed by the ear wasn't something he could easily get out of. It was an odd position to be sure. "Hey! Stop manhandling me! Precious goods here—"
But while he was fighting, he hadn't realized he'd been dragged inside. Merlin, the house was as cool on the inside as it was on the outside. They were standing inside a large foyer with an iron chandelier above them, its lit candles the only source of light. Large windows made up the entirety of the wall behind the stairs. Elio could see the night sky through them and, in the distance, a cracking thunderbolt.
"Oh hey," he said in awe, a small smile spreading on his face from how cool this place was. "You have a banger of a house, mate, why haven't you invited me over here before?"
He was already thinking of all the activities they could be doing. Quidditch on the stairs, drinking in front of the windows, maybe even a craft. Oh, he fucking loved doing crafts. He could ace the shit out of a little crochet.
Actually, maybe he shouldn't tell James that. Scorpius still hadn't stop making fun of him since he walked in on Elio crocheting a sweater. And just for the record, it was the best damn sweater in the world. All nice and warm and cozy—
"Shut up, Nott," James hissed before dragging him into another room to the right of the entryway. This room was more well-lit, a fire going in the hearth no doubt the cause of the warmth. Bookshelves lined the walls while a few chairs and a sofa were in the center. And on the sofa sat Annie.
He couldn't help the smile that spread across his face at seeing her. Did she get more beautiful? He wasn't sure it was even possible and yet as he stared at her, he couldn't help but think she was even prettier today. Yes, her dress was lovely (and he certainly enjoyed the nice view of her tits in it) and her makeup was nice and her hair looked particularly good but it was something else. She had this sort of glow about her. Like she'd come straight from heaven itself.
"Hi, topolina," he whispered, still in awe at how wonderful she looked. Was she really his? How did he get so lucky? To call her beautiful simply didn't do her justice. No words could describe how utterly effervescent she was. He couldn't get over it. How much he was truly and ardently in love with her. "Happy birthday."
"Elio!" Annie exclaimed, running across the room and flinging her arms around him. He settled into the embrace naturally, his fingers drawing patterns along her spine as he enjoyed the feeling of her silken strands against them. Nothing in the world ever felt more perfect than hugging Annie Riddle.
"I swear you get even more beautiful each time I see you," he muttered under his breath. "How does it feel to be one year older?"
"It's great," she began, "I—"
But they were interrupted by the terrifying yet familiar woman on the other side of the room. Elio smiled and said his greetings to his mother's friend before watching her scold the shit out of James (which was, frankly, entertaining as hell). Finally, Evie's cold eyes softened ever so slightly.
"Welcome, Elio. Make yourself at home." Evie then turned to Annie, who felt so stiff in his arms that he worried she might turn into a plank and fall over. "You're an adult so I'm trusting you. Don't make me regret it."
"Okay, Mummy."
Elio was tempted to ask her to define behaving because if it meant keeping his hands to himself, he certainly wouldn't comply.
They bid her goodnight before sighing in relief when she went upstairs. Elio, in particular, was happy to survive another Riddle. "Man. I thought she was going to murder me."
"I kind of hoped she would," James muttered under his breath before smiling gently at Annie. "Happy birthday, sissy. I'll see you in the morning." He pinned Elio with a glare. "If you try anything under my roof, I swear to Merlin, Nott, I'll—"
"You'll cut of my balls and make spaghetti with them. Yeah, yeah." Elio waved his hand nonchalantly while James stood with his mouth agape. Elio was sure James didn't expect to be spoken to like that so the look on his face was more than comical. Clearly thinking so too, Annie giggled.
And then they were alone.
He couldn't go any longer. Elio's mouth was instantly on hers, sucking, kissing, even biting. He couldn't get enough of her. His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her closely, tilting her head while she gasped. "Happy birthday, baby. Ready to celebrate?" he murmured huskily while he tried to control his hard-on.
Key word being: tried. Because right now, he was rock hard and that, apparently, wasn't stopping anytime soon.
Annie smiled and squeezed the bicep her arm had wrapped around. "Definitely."
Control yourself. It's your birthday. Not a sex fest, he reminded himself. Plus, two of the three most dangerous people on the planet were in that house so as much as his cock begged to be buried inside of her, tonight was not the night.
Elio subtly adjusted himself. Well, he tried to be subtle. It wasn't exactly an easy thing to hide, now was it? Maybe if he wasn't well-endowed...
Annie's eyes shifted to the bulge in his jeans, which he was adjusting as she watched. And if she kept looking at him like that, he was going to have no choice but fuck her in the den despite her family's warnings.
"What do you want to do?" he asked instead because his self-control was barely hanging on right now.
She licked her lips before taking the bottom one between her teeth and biting it. Bloody hell, he mentally groaned. She's going to fucking kill me. "I have a few things in mind."
"Annie..." Quidditch teams, remember? Chudley Cannons, Ballycastle Bats, Holyhead—
"A few very naughty things, Mr. Nott."
"Fuck, topolina," he hissed as his pants got even tighter. Mr. Nott? Was she fucking kidding? That was the hottest thing he'd ever heard. His sweet girlfriend was a goddamn freak in the sheets and it was going to drive him wild.
But it was also going to get him killed if he couldn't gain back a little bit of control here.
Elio stepped forward and cupped her cheek, forcing those grey and black eyes up to him. "Annie, I would love nothing more than to make you scream right now—" her eyes glimmered with desire. She arched her hips into his, making contact with his straining cock. Fuck, she's getting punished for that later. "But right now, I'm trying to not be killed by your mother and brother. So not tonight, topolina."
Annie pouted, sticking out the bottom lip he was ten seconds away from sticking his dick on. Great. Now I have another image in my head. The things this woman did to him... He wasn't sure how he went without her. Merlin, she was a virgin not too long ago and her she was being the sexiest fucking thing he'd ever seen. Like it came naturally to her.
Yup, she was definitely going to get him killed.
"But, Elio..." she whispered in a sultry voice. "It's my birthday. Shouldn't I get what I want today? And what I want is you... I need you, baby."
"Oh, fucking hell," he hissed before his self control snapped and his lips were back on hers. Elio's mouth was feverish, matching the hands that were running all along her body. Touching her tiny waist, her curvy backside, those breasts he went fucking nuts for.
Annie moaned into his mouth. Her hands dove into his hair, pulling on it while his decided to settle on her ass. Elio broke the kiss to move his lips down her neck. He pulled down the top of her breasts and took one of them in his mouth, licking and sucking it while one of his hands tweaked the other pebbled nipple.
"You taste so good, topolina. So fucking good." A brief moment of clarity entered his mind. You're out in the open, his mind reminded him. Elio scowled at the mental interruption but if he wanted to live, he should probably listen to it.
Honestly, right now, he didn't really care about living through the night. All he cared about was satisfying his hunger for her. Because if Elio Nott died buried in Annie Riddle's pussy, he would die a happy man.
"Where's your bedroom?"
Annie pulled back. Merlin, she looked so sexy with her mussed her and her flushed cheeks. It was taking everything in him not to rip that dress off, family be damned.
She nodded with eyes that seemed a little clearer. "Upstairs. Come on."
Annie led him up the staircase like hellhounds were nipping on their heels. He happily followed, his mind already spinning with the possibilities of tonight.
After a long walk down the hallway, Annie pushed open a door. If he were a better man, Elio probably would have looked around the room and noticed the quaint paintings on the walls or the neat, white bedspread, possibly even the cat toys next to the piano books on the bookshelf. But Elio wasn't a better man. He was a man who was standing in front of the woman his cock was begging to be buried inside. So while he would certainly admire her room another time, tonight was not one of those times.
Annie bit her lip and looked around. "You should probably do the quiet spell. I'm not great at magic."
He grinned. "It's a good thing I am." He quickly flicked his wand while she waited patiently in the center of the room, the moon glimmering off of her pale skin. There was something about seeing her in that white dress that unnerved him... but what? Bells were going off inside of his head but he couldn't quite interpret the chimes.
Elio shook his head and focused on the woman in front of him. Because right now, as she looked at him with mischief in her eyes, Annie was nothing but a sexy fucking woman.
He reached for her but she stepped out of the grip. "But—" he began to whine but she shook her head. That immediately stopped him. Was she having second thoughts? Did she not want this? Is that what his mind was trying to remember?
But Annie just flashed him another sultry smile. "Nuh-uh, baby. Tonight, I'm in charge," she purred, pushing him with one finger to the chest. Shocked, Elio fell back onto the bed while Annie ran her nails all along his chest, neck, and scalp. Oh, Merlin, did he actually die earlier in the den? Was this heaven?
With a shuddery breath, Elio waited for what she would do. Annie gripped his hair roughly between her fingers before pulling his head back, giving her prime access to his exposed neck. Elio held back a moan when her warm, soft lips placed a kiss on the tender skin. She kissed all along the hollow base of his throat before coming back up to his ears. "I want you naked," she whispered.
Well, fuck. He wasted no time ripping off his shirt and doing the same to his pants and boxers. Annie smirked before reaching up to the hem of her dress. She gripped the lace sleeves and pulled them off agonizingly slow. It was torture to watch the fabric bunch at her waist before gliding to the floor. But the result was more than worth it. Annie stood in front of him wearing a matching white lace lingerie set. The tight bustier bra had her breasts spilling out—practically begging to be held in his mind—while the high cut panties showed off her pert little ass.
Oh yeah. This was heaven, alright.
"You're all mine," Annie whispered. Before Elio could ask what she meant—because of course he was hers, he'd been hers—she kneeled down and wrapped her mouth around his cock. He groaned as she suck on it, her tongue trailing all along the shaft and tip. And when her hands fondled his balls, he couldn't help but thrust upward into her mouth.
She looked up at him, those starlit eyes locking onto his while her mouth moved up and down his girthy length. There was something about watching the way she pleasured him while seeing the arousal in her eyes that made him go absolutely wild. He needed to be in her. Needed it as much as he needed air. And yet he couldn't help but sit and wait, letting her have as much of him as he wanted.
This was her birthday and yet he was the one feeling like he'd received the greatest damn gift in the world.
After a while, he couldn't bear it. He needed to be inside of her. Elio grabbed her hair and pulled her upward. Annie licked the little bit of precum that had gathered on her bottom lip and Elio swore he might have burst in that very moment.
"I need you," he whispered in a voice that sounded an awful lot like begging. Oh well. If he had to lower his pride for anything, might as well be Annie. She'd ruined him already anyway. "Come here."
"So demanding," she said with a coy smile. "I'm the one in charge, remember? You sit back and relax."
"But, Annie—"
"Shh," she purred, coming over to him on the bed like a fucking goddess. She straddled his lap. Annie's hands ran along his naked torso, feeling every crevice while he groaned from the feeling of her nails lightly scratching him. Elio couldn't help but close his eyes when she began caressing his abs and v-line. Merlin, he was ready for her. But when her hands reached his pecs, she paused.
Elio opened his eyes—about to ask her what she was doing—when she shut him up by swiftly grabbing his cock and lowering herself onto it. "Fuck, Annie!" he cried out as she filled herself to the brim. Annie, too, called out his name, moving her hands to his shoulders where she gripped them like he was the only thing tethering him to this Earth when actually, it felt like the other way around.
Merlin, this was a surprise. He hadn't even heard her take her lingerie off and yet there she was, naked and riding him like he was a fucking Quidditch broom. It was bloody incredible.
Annie began to grind and move on his lap, taking her time swirling her hips while he moaned under his breath with every movement. Her clit was lined up perfectly with his abs, hitting it every time she moved. The little whimper that escaped her mouth was enough to bloody kill him.
Elio tried to move and grab her hips, to guide her and take control, but she was having none of it. "Tsk, tsk, Mr. Nott."
"Oh my... fuck.. Annie!" he groaned when she lifted herself up only to slam herself back onto his rigid cock. Instinctively, his hands flew to her waist and hair, grabbing onto anything he could. He couldn't get enough of her.
Jolts of pleasure flew through his body as Annie moved up and down in a steady rhythm. Elio forced himself to breathe, pulling and tweaking her pebbled nipples in an effort to control himself. He rested his forehead on hers. "I... love... you," he panted.
Annie's walls clenched around him. "I love you, too."
Soon, Elio's hips were moving of their own accord, thrusting up into her despite her warnings to stay put, his cock filling and stretching her full. Annie didn't seem to mind it, slowly becoming lost in the passionate moment.
Elio felt himself loom closer to an orgasm. His moans became breathier, as did Annie's. Her movements were wilder, less controlled. Naturally, he began to dominate her, his hands moving to her hips while the two of them moved higher and higher.
"Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio," she murmured deliriously. "I don't... I can't..."
"Let go, baby," he whispered, grabbing onto her hair and exposing her neck like she did to his earlier. He placed a few warm kisses on the soft skin. "I'm all yours. Come for me."
That's all she needed. Annie cried out as she fell and Elio tumbled behind her. He moaned his pleasure against her neck while hot spurts of come entered her. Waves of satisfaction rolled over him like on ocean. This might have been the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced. His cock continued to throb inside of her even as her body became limp.
"Fuck, Annie. You're so fucking hot," he muttered. Elio lifted her exhausted body off of him and laid her on the bed. Annie could hardly move even as he slowly tucked her in.
Elio stood and got dressed, slipping on a random t-shirt and his boxers. Probably best not to be naked in case ol' Jamesy decided to visit them. He bent down to kiss her on the head. "Do you want a nightdress, sweet girl?"
Annie smiled and nuzzled him with her nose. "Yes, please. There's a white one in my drawer."
He kissed her again before grabbing a wet washcloth from the bathroom and cleaning her up. Of course, he couldn't do that without kissing her again, which made Annie giggle. Finally, Elio walked over to the dresser and opened the drawers. "This one okay?" he asked, holding up the nightgown.
"Mm-hm."
Elio stared at the dress in his hands. Something was off about it...
His eyes moved to the white dress on the ground. Finally, it hit him. Annie said yes. Elio stared at the two white gowns and finally remembered.
Quickly, he slipped the nightgown over her head before cleaning up her clothes on the ground. Finally, he reached into the pocket of his jeans and grabbed the little wrapped box.
His memory flashed before his eyes in little blurry pieces. "I want to marry you. So, so badly. I want you to be my wife."
"I want to be your wife too, Elio."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"You'll marry me?"
"Yes."
"And not just because I'm drunk?"
"No."
His heart thudded with the possibilities of a future beginning right now. Even though he'd really only known her for about a month, it was still the best damn month of his life. How great would life be if every month was like this?
Well, he wasn't giving up until he found out.
Elio sat on the bed and fiddled with the box, debating on how he should bring it up. He couldn't exactly say, Annie, did you say you'd marry me? Now could he?
Luckily, he didn't have to think for too long because Annie said in her soft, alluring voice, "Elio, what do you have there?"
His heart sighed hearing her say his name, though his hands shook. Finally, deciding that tact had never really been his strong suit anyway, Elio just said, "Did you say you'd marry me?"
Annie quickly sat up. "What?"
He chuckled nervously and fiddled with the box. "I know I was pretty drunk last night but I could have sworn that you said you'd marry me but I was probably making it up, I—"
"I did."
Now it was his turn to say, "What?" Because as much as he wanted it to be true, he truly didn't think that was the case.
Annie smiled and snuggled into his stiff chest, which softened immediately. "I want the same things as you, Elio. Really. There's just a lot of things to work out right now. But, yeah, I want to marry you too. It's scary because we're still getting to know each other but some things you just know. Right now, though, we can't. Not until my family comes around. But who knows what the future will bring? I just know that I want my future with you."
Elio smiled and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closely to his lap for a much different reason than before. Both wonderful in their own way.
He kissed the top of her head and buried his face in her hair. She smelled so sweet. Vanilla. His new favorite scent.
"I want you in my future too, topolina. Which is why I got you this." He shifted to grab the box from where he dropped it on the bed, holding it out for her to open.
Annie gasped when she saw it. "Elio... it's beautiful."
Inside was a white gold necklace with a small A made out of onyx stones. The colors of it had reminded Elio of Annie's eyes when he saw it earlier that day in Diagon Alley with his mother. He just knew that this was the perfect birthday gift.
"Why an A?" Annie asked as she stared mesmerized at the jewelry. "Why not an E or N?"
"Because as much as I love calling you mine, you're your own person too." Then, Elio smiled sheepishly. "Plus, I didn't think your father would like it too much so the E is hidden."
Annie turned the necklace around only to smile when she saw the second, much smaller letter by the clasp. When she looked back up at him, she looked radiant. "Will you put it on?"
As soon as it was settled nicely on her neck, she smiled again. "I love it. I love you."
He smiled and kissed her forehead. "I love you too, cara Mia. Happy birthday. Here's to many more happy years ahead."
Goodness this was long! But I told yall it wasn't filler. We got spice, we got sweetness, we got everything. Hope you enjoy!
