Omg that YumaxShin one was golden! What do you say to write just one more of it? XD hmm what about some steamy after quiddich practice hot stuff in the changing rooms >u>
Mun! Madame: Ok, lol last one and only because I love you. And only because it’s totally my fault you’re so deep in the gay XD Consider this my graduation gift to you @u@ Sorry it wasn’t steamier lol but I wanted to keep it at least a little canon XD Everyone else please enjoy this crack nonsense that is oh so great but oh so bad lmao~
He shouldn’t have been in there. That much was obvious. But it wasn’t like he was in the girl’s changing room or anything. So if he got caught, the punishment wouldn’t be that bad. He could just say he was confused or something. Yeah. One too many bludgers to the head.
And really, his head had been feeling a little fuzzy lately. But he guessed that was what happened…when you fell in love.
Shin had a nice body, even if he was male. Slender with nice shoulders, but still manly. Because damn could that guy throw a punch. Yuma’s cheek throbbed, recalling the memory. He’d take a million more punches if it meant he could taste those lips again.
But he’d been reduced to this. Sneaking into the Gryffindor changing rooms to catch a glimpse of his one and only. It didn’t last very long, though, the Quidditch team having bustled about quickly before leaving. But he was not so unlucky.
Because the Seeker had left his robes behind.
Once he made sure the coast was clear, Yuma scrambled for them, swiping them up and bringing the sweaty fabric up to his nose to inhale. It smelled so much like him. Already, Yuma’s pants were beginning to get tight, his arousal uncomfortable and lonely.
But no one was here…
Without giving it a second though, Yuma caught the robes between his teeth, unzipping his pants and palming his growing erection. Fuck, it felt so much better now that he had Shin’s scent. He groaned, the fabric moistening in his hot mouth, his hips bucking into his hand freely.
How would Shin touch him, if he were there? Yuma whimpered at the thought, his knees buckling slightly, leaning against the lockers for support.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITH MY CLOTHES?!?”
The Hufflepuff’s eyes shot open, the robes dropping to the ground as his mouth parted in a surprised moan.
It was a dream come true. “Shin!” He stumbled, tripping over his pants, “Shin, help me!”
Oh, hell no. Shin was more than ready this time, wand already pointed at the Keeper. “Put your dick back in your pants!”
“I’m not gay you disgusting fuck! And neither are you! Put it back in your fucking pants!”
“Shinnn…” It was a deep, low whine. One that didn’t suit the large male at all, his hips still thrusting shamelessly into his hand.
“W-Wait, what the– don’t you fucking dare!!”
But it was too late. Yuma had spilled all over himself, the sticky white claiming a good part of Shin’s robes.
The screech that erupted from the Gryffindor could be heard all the way back to the dining hall.