My Steamy Story: main Character Val, short for Valerie. S...

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Okay, so, full tea? This thing with Barty had gotten absolutely feral. Like, two weeks of secret broom closet and empty classroom rendezvous, and I was addicted. His energy was just… chaotic and intoxicating. We were all hanging out in our usual spot by the Black Lake, the whole squad – Enzo and Blaise being disgustingly cute, Theo trying to look studious, Mattheo bragging about quidditch plays – and Barty just gives me this look. This low-key predatory look that made my pussy clench right there. He nudged my foot with his and mumbled, “Broom closet. Five minutes. Don’t be late.” My heart literally yeeted itself into my throat.

I made some lame excuse about forgetting my potions book and dipped. The second I slipped into the dark, dusty closet, he was on me. His mouth was hot and demanding on mine, his hands already hiking up my skirt. “Missed you, Val,” he growled against my lips, his fingers finding my clit through my knickers. I gasped, my head falling back against a shelf. “Barty… fuck…”

“That’s the plan,” he said, his voice all dark promise. He spun me around, pressing my front against the rough wood. I heard his belt buckle clink. “You’ve been so good for me, letting me have my fun. But I’ve been thinking… you could be good for all of us.”

Before I could even process that, his cock was pushing into me from behind, no warning, just a thick, sudden stretch that stole my breath. “Oh, god!” I cried out, my nails scraping the shelf. He set a ruthless pace, his hips slamming into my ass. “Mattheo’s been watching you,” he panted in my ear, his grip bruising on my hips. “Draco too. They all want a taste of my pretty little toy.”

The filth of his words, combined with the brutal way he was fucking me, sent my mind spiraling. My pussy was dripping, clenching around him on every thrust. “Y-yours?” I stammered, already feeling hazy.

“Mine,” he grunted, his pace becoming punishing. “And soon… everyone’s. You’re gonna take us all, Val. Every. Last. Inch.” He punctuated each word with a deep, grinding thrust that hit a spot that made me see stars. I came with a broken scream, my body convulsing around his dick as he kept pounding through it, his own release flooding me hot and deep a moment later. He held me there, pinned and utterly claimed, whispering about sharing me until the world went blissfully, terrifyingly blank.