Theodore Nott X Reader Novels & Stories

He switched off the television. "Vernon's taste in dramas needs to be questioned." He looked around his room, brows furrowed in thought. "I need something—" The door opened and Stefan peeked in, a grin on his face. "I knew that you needed me." "Get over yourself." Theodore rolled his eyes, taking off his shorts. He widened his legs, exposing his hard cock and the butt plug in his hole. "Come and fuck me already." Stefan stepped in, taking off his clothes. "You are still as stubborn as the day we met," he murmured as he was finally naked.

Theodora's POV And it was... well, very detailed and graphic. Yeah..yeah, I know. How could a nerd read such filthy things? Even I myself am surprised by the amoung of filth I have consumed. That was why I was always hid my little secret so well no one knew. I smirked as I started to read. [He reached between her legs, separating her folds with two fingers and stroking gently. Then he increased his pace, making her shudder wildly.]

comfortable. That was probably the strangest part. Nikolai hated almost everyone. Today he was sitting across from Benito discussing books. Books. I honestly didn't know that man even read fiction. Theo looked relaxed. He leaned back in his chair, stealing fries off Jeremy's plate while Benito loudly defended some terrible movie none of us had seen. "You've got terrible taste," Theo said. "I've got sophisticated taste." "You've got brain damage." "That's possible." Melody burst out laughing.

The foreword told me it had been waiting all along. I lower the pages slowly. A little after nine, Théo arrives carrying his notebook. I hand him Leo's account without speaking. He reads silently. Longer than usual. Finally he closes the pages. "The fourteen readings," he says. "Yes." "That explains the standing invitation better than anything I have written." "He is a professional writer." "I can tell." He opens his notebook and begins writing. Several minutes later he turns it toward me.

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).