Theodore Nott X Reader Novels & Stories

He commented, twisting my right nipple from behind. The pressure on my hardened nipple sent a jar of erotic fervidity in my entirety body. My core was hungrily waiting to take him inside and crush me. I turned to him and saw him erected inside his boxer. He slowly took off his boxer in a tantalizing way. My eyes were fixed on his 'thing' the entire time. "Enjoyed the show?" Theodore smirked. The sight of his bare asset reminded me about my hidden intention. "Theodore, let me touch you." I appealed.

Elliot is the sweetest of them all, he is handsome, as in the boy next door kind of vibe, and he is sweet, he talks to me, and most importantly, he listens and cares. “I’m going out”, Theodore says as he walks past me in the living room towards the door. “Can I come?” I ask in hope that he will talk to me. His eyes scan my body, and I see nothing, he doesn’t even flinch, his stare is cold, and I can’t read what’s on his mind, and there was me thinking I was good at reading people.

He gripped it so hard I feared my hair would rip out. “What are you reading?” Theo asks as he draws patterns on my bare stomach. We’re lying naked in bed. It’s difficult to stand up immediately after the energy-draining activity we shared. I picked up my phone to read a book while I waited for my body to recharge so I could take a shower. “Just a human book.” “You love reading those,” Theo says, burying his nose in the nape of my neck. “They’re interesting. It’s so nice how they build feelings for someone from a mere crush all the way to love.”

"Of course not. Most of them are Cedar's. Why would I read his books?" Her room was slightly larger than Cedar's. The specialized books he couldn't fit in his room had been left on her shelf, with only a few being her own. Theodore remarked, "I've read them all." As he spoke, he held up the book titled "History of Euphonia Architecture". "How is that possible? This is…" Willow belatedly understood what Theodore meant by that, and she paused for a moment. "You come into this room often?" "That's right."

“I would do anything not to be you right now.” He gaged for another minute and then stopped. “Are you done?” He smiled, sheepishly. “I haven't read it, if that's what you want to ask and no,I don't intend to. Taylor thinks I'm crazy for her body. That I wouldn't give a damn if the bond was made or not.” I scoffed. “Who does she think she is? A few years ago, She was my footstool in the boy’s bathroom.” Theodore was flipping through a manuscript. He glanced at me from the corner of his eyes. “Waaa, I'm surprised you haven't figured out why she is doing this.” he said, sarcastically.

Author Tina Nwuba: “Don't forget to leave a comment, my awesome readers. The book is getting quite tense already. Haha. <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>” By the way, Nathan is a confused soul (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠).

Theodore goaded, coming to the aid of his favorite show. “Nothing, just that right now I prefer something… naughty.” She reddened right after looking at everything but Theodore. He grinned, giving her a knowing side-eye. “How about the outlander?” “I loved the sex scenes,” she smirked, tongue in her cheek. “Me too,” Theodore confirmed with a light blush. “Maybe Tudors will be the better option in that regard.” He remembered the many explicit scenes in the series. “Sold,”

The door is wide open so she walked in to find Chloe reading a book sitting on the balcony. Zen knocked on the door which got her attention. “Hey, bride. Come inside,” Chloe welcomed her with a big smile. “I came here to give you this,” she showed the books. “You read all of this?” Chloe asks. “Yes,” “Oh good. You’re a perfect match for Theodore. He said he also reads a lot,” Zen smiled. “But he doesn’t have any interesting books like this,” she replied. “I know, even Marcus doesn’t have anything interesting. These men don’t have a little bit of romance in their house,” Chloe chuckled.

Everyone was dumbfounded because Theodore was so powerful that Niven couldn't even handle his single strong blow. The sweat drops are running down from his hair to his long neck and from there down to his broad shoulder only to race over his hard-toned eight packs. His sharp muscular thighs made him look like a complete ring fighter. Every woman drooled over him meanwhile Theodore looked down at the Niven and mumbled " sorry man. Doesn't mean to be disrespectful toward you but I was running out of patience. "

Violet stopped. Mrs. Blythe kept walking. Fantastic. The library was grand enough to make Violet briefly forget she was annoyed. Shelves climbed two stories, accessible by rolling ladders that looked too charming for a house so allergic to warmth. The ceiling was painted with faded constellations. A fire burned low in the hearth. Theodore stood near a long table, reading a document. He had removed his jacket. His shirtsleeves were rolled to the forearms, revealing strong wrists, old scars near one knuckle, and a watch that probably cost more than her car repair.