𝘈 𝘙𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 //𝘛.𝘍 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 //

Part 3 || 4 - Snake or cake?

"Ok, haha, so what do - what do I have to do?" Dan asked confusingly. "You make me forget my lines, woman" he said as he took the script in his hands and read the paper.

"Quiet on set and Action!"

Still Olivia's POV

He stood up straight, our faces inches away, from each other. He eyes lingered on my lips. I gulped and said, "Let's head inside, shall we? We've been out here for too long and I told Mrs. Weasley that I'd help with dinner" and he nodded.

His hand went around my shoulder and I opened the door.

Tom's POV

The filming days sometimes get boring, so Y/N and I always prank people but currently she was busy. Or so what I thought, I had this great prank ready for anyone, guess I could use it on her. I had already told Emma to film her, I looked at her, she nodded making me wink. Y/N was sitting in her chair going over her script, so I carefully and quietly tip-toed towards her and held a rubber snake next to her. She didn't notice it, but when I cleared my throat she looked up.

"AAAAHHHHHHH" she screamed bloody murder. She got up quickly brushing the snake off of her, she looked at me and I knew she was going to kill me. I made a run for my life, but she was following behind, surprisingly she was fast.

"I will catch you, Felton" she screamed still running behind me.

Felton. Uh - oh....

We were circling her trailer, well, she was trying to catch me, but I was quicker than she was. "Alright, alright, darling..." I said as I dodged her attempt to catch me, "I'm, woah, I'm sorry, okay? I was bored and you were right there, so-" I tried to run past her, but she caught me, "Come on, we prank people together, loosen up" I said while she pushed me to the ground and sat on my torso.

I like this view.

Y/N's POV

It has been a week since Tom pranked me, I hated every second of it, what I hated the most was that with the help of Emma, he recorded my reaction and posted it on Instagram. It took me a while but I came with a perfect revenge.

"Payback's a bitch!" I mumbled under my breath as I held two small chocolate cakes in my hands. I was walking over to Tom, and I took help of Dan, he was ready with his camera, just like I was, Tom was going over his script. He was looking down at the sheets in his hands.

I held the cakes near his cheeks and rubbed them on his face, lucky for the both of us, we didn't ruin any costumes. I ran out of the set when I saw Tom pick up a fistful of cake ready to be thrown at me.

"You definitely aren't faster than me, Shorty!" he yelled as we reached the parking spot. I hid behind Emma's trailer, carefully listening to his steps. He was searching for me around my trailer, but then suddenly his steps came to a halt. I furrowed my eyebrows, peek a little at the edge of the trailer and see Tom holding his fist up, "Hi, Y/N" is all he said before rubbing the cake on my face.

I was trying to run away but his grip on me was very tight so it caused us to fall, him on me. He was still laughing and rubbing the cake on me, when there was none left in his hand, he started rubbing our cheeks together, so that the cake on his cheeks would get on mine. I was enjoying how the prank turned out but he started to go lower and lower, till he reached my chest, which was currently exposed a little.

When I stopped laughing, he looked up at me as I was looking down on my chest which was covered in chocolate. He looked at my chest before meeting my eyes again. He smirked when he saw me bite my lip. Carefully yet slowly, he picked up some chocolate frosting that was on my collarbone and licked it clean.

••••••

A month went by and we had been filming non-stop, since we had to finish in December. With college, assignments, exams, filming, I was very tired. And I needed a release. I locked my trailer's door, pulled down the curtains, dimmed the lights a little and sat on my couch. I closed my eyes and the only thing that flashed in my mind was Tom.

I smiled a little and reminisced our photoshoot. How his hands felt on my body, how tightly he gripped my thigh, how he whispered that one line that drove me over the edge, how soft kisses he placed on my back, how tightly he squeezed my ass, how tightly he held me up against the wall, how his fingers were imprinted on my wrist, how roughly he kissed me that day, how he licked his finger clean, how he felt so good in my dream.

I slowly lie down on the couch and let my hand near my wet core. Stroking it through the fabric, I could feel that I was getting wetter by the minute just thinking about Tom. I bit my lip and I pulled my shorts and panties down. A shiver runs through my body as the cold air hits my warm core. Rubbing the bud, thinking how Tom would feel in between my thighs, I let out a small moan, "Tom" It was barely a whisper, barely audible.

Not getting enough friction, I pumped my middle finger in and out and let out a proper moan, when I got something. Inserting another finger, I let my head fall back in pure pleasure and watched all the tension in my body release. Well, it wasn't enough for my release, yet I could have it. I pumped my fingers in and out and at increasing pace and seconds went by, I was close. My heart beat picked up and I was about to release when my door knocked-

"Y/N, you in there? Why's your door locked, Shorty?"