#Absolute filth

[remuslupinslittleslut]

hiii lovely! could you do a poly!marauders one where the reader wakes up needy and decides to relieve herself by grinding one of the marauders' thighs, leading to her being slowly and passionately fucked by all of them?

I think maybe I need to work on following instructions, I just took this and went with what turned me on at the time, hope you enjoy anyway 🩷 I think I'm not that good at slow and passionate....

Masterlist.

James had his tongue buried in your pussy, your hands tugging at his hair, back arched and hips grinding down against his face. You shuddered as the edge of that one cliff came closer and closer.

Waking up was a disappointment. No James between your thighs (which was always a disappointment). It hadn’t all been a dream though, your hips had been grinding against something, only, not James’ tongue. Sirius was laying behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, your hair tickling his cheeks where it lay, pressed into your neck. His thigh was shoved between yours, and you realized you had been using it, in your sleep, to get off against. Sirius had beautiful thighs. Fleshy. They weren’t quite as good as James’ face, but not that far off. The memory of your dream fresh in your mind, along with the lovely thoughts of Sirius’ thighs, you decided to keep going, using his thigh to rub your clit against.

It took a few moments to get that really good feeling back, your orgasm having slipped away as you woke up. You tried to replay the dream from your inner eye, focusing your every thought on the feeling of James’ tongue against your clit.

Sirius’ arms wrapped harder around you pulling you closer, thighs flexing from between yours.

“Morning love,” his raspy voice murmured into your neck. “Having fun?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, hips moving in tandem with the flex of his thigh. “Ah- so much fun.”

You couldn’t help the moans escaping your mouth as his hands moved to your hips, guiding you against him, lips kissing down your shoulder.

“Such a pretty girl, getting off against my thigh, even in your sleep?”

“Y-ah-yes.”

Using his grip on your hips, he stilled your body, stopping your hips from moving, making you whine out in protest.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, lips against your ear, “just wanna be inside you.”

“Nghh,” you groaned, unable to wait a second longer for the feeling of Sirius’ cock inside you. Pushing your hips back against his crotch, you tried expressing your want without words. Thankfully, Sirius was used to your antics and lifted the hem of your shirt, fingers finding your already dampened hole, pushing in softly, spreading slick around, readying you for him. Grinding back once more, your body told him to hurry the eff up.

“I’ve got you babe,” he murmured, “just gotta get you ready.”

Only a few seconds later, he pushed down his own underpants, freeing his cock, giving it a few pumps before pushing your side slightly, moving you to lay partly on your side and partly on your tummy. Taking one strong hold on your hip, and using one hand to line himself up, it wasn’t long before he pushed himself inside of you, letting a loud groan out.

“Fuck, babe, feel so good,” he said, hips thrusting against your backside. “What got you this wet huh? Did you have a nice dream?”

Your cheeks burned; getting off against one of your boyfriends was one thing, telling him about your wet dreams about your other boyfriend was different. But Sirius felt so good inside you, and you knew he’d enjoy it if you told him, so you bit back your embarrassment and told him.

“Ye-ah,” your voice came out broken, his thrusts were more passionate than usual, long and languid strokes, taking his time, but you still struggled to speak through it. “I dreamed– that – oh – Jamie was – going down on me – he’s so – go-od at that.”

The hand on your hip squeezed harder as Sirius’ other came around to squeeze your tit.

“He really is good at that, maybe he should do it now, huh?” His words made you moan. “Jamie? Will you take care of our girl? She needs your mouth, I think.”

You hadn’t even realized that James and Remus had woken, but it wasn’t surprising; you weren’t exactly being quiet. When you met his eye, James looked at you with so much love in his eyes, adoration written all over his face.

“Sure thing,” he said, quickly looking over your shoulder to meet Sirius’ (whose hips had slowed down even more) eye. Looking back at you, James leaned in for a quick kiss and a “good morning, love,” before he dipped down along the bed, settling in between your thighs, hands caressing your milky skin.

As James got to work, tongue lapping with skill at your clit, Sirius kept moving his hips, dragging the head of his cock against your walls, reaching the most lovely places of your center. Just like you had in your dream, you reach your hand down to grab a hold of James’ hair, grinding your hips against his mouth and chin. Unlike your dream, though, you were also grinding back against Sirius, who stopped moving his hips, allowing you to get yourself off using him.

“Damn, babe, you’re so hot, so beautiful for us, so good, getting yourself off huh? Using my cock and Jamies’ face like the little cockslut that you are? Yeah, doing wonderful my love,” Sirius murmured against your neck, the grip on your hip having gotten softer, allowing you to move at your own accord.

James, whose mouth was slightly occupied, only hummed in agreement, as his tongue swirled around your nub.

Knowing how much his words affected you, Sirius kept talking you through it.

“Good girl, that’s it, does it feel good? Is Jamie doing well? D’you like my cock inside you? Are you gonna let Remmy have a go after you’ve milked me? Gotta take care of out moony y’know– fuck, look at him, watching you, he thinks you’re so pretty, our pretty girl, doing so well, are you gonna come? Gonna come all over me, and Jamie? Ready and open for Rem?”

He spoke absolute filth into your neck and ear, nipping at the skin, licking and biting at it, it sent shockwaves through your body, and you could feel that edge getting closer again. You did as Sirius said, looked at Remus, who had now sat himself up, leaning against the wall, pants pulled down to his thighs, hand around his cock, pumping slowly, eyes roaming over your body, you face, your tits, where Sirius played with your nipple, down to your core, where James’ head was stuck between your thighs as your hips ground against him.

It was all so hot, and as Sirius kept coaxing you to come, you finally did, hips stuttering and thighs squeezing James’ head. If you weren’t in the middle of an orgasm, you might be worried about hurting him, though he didn’t seem to mind.

“Pretty girl, doing so well,” Sirius said, moving your hair out of your face as your body kept convulsing. “Lay down on your tummy for me, babe.”

You did as you were told, and Sirius moved behind you, without ever pulling out completely. Straddling the backs of your thighs, he squeezed your arsecheek hard before he thrust himself inside you. It was almost too much, the cock you had just came around still being shoved inside you, but it also felt good, and you knew Sirius was close and that the feeling of him coming inside you would be worth the overstimulation.

“Hurry up Pads,” Remus groaned. His hand was no longer wrapped around himself, but rather around James’ now soft cock. It wasn’t the first time he’d come untouched from eating you out; in fact, he often did, but Remus would always enjoy taking one more from him, tugging at his soft and aching member, forcing him to give up just one more orgasm. “My turn soon.”

Trying to speed up the process, always ready to please Remus, you tried squeezing your walls around Sirius in time with his thrusts, tensing your muscles and using that grip to milk him dry.

You were rather successful. It wasn’t many seconds before he grunted as he came inside you, hips stilling and head falling down to kiss the back of yours.

“Thank you, love,” he murmured, before pushing himself up and off of you, moving to lay beside you. “Go ahead, moons.”

Remus flipped you over, apparently done with James’ spent cock.

“Hi darling,” he said, sitting next to you, face leaned down to kiss you. “Sleep well?”

“Morning Remmy, yeah, I did, you?” Your voice was still airy, still affected by your orgasm.

“Slept like a prince, baby, loved waking up to your little moans about Jamie’s mouth,” he teased, leaning away from your face and straddling your chest. “Are you gonna let me fuck your face now, baby? It won’t take long, promise, just need your mouth right now.”

His words felt like a mocking of your dream and your words about James, but it was sexy nonetheless, turning you on again, leaning your head back against the pillow and allowing your mouth to fall open. Instead of answering verbally, your tongue fell out and you relaxed your throat, showing Remus that you were ready for him.

“Such a good girl,” he said, raising his hips and feeding his cock into your mouth.

Focusing on your breathing and staying still and laxed for him, you allowed his cock into your mouth, his hips already stuttering from the feeling. His one hand was around his base and the other laid against your cheek, sometimes moving his cock to push against your cheek, feeling it with his hand.

Normally, you wouldn’t allow Remus to fuck your face like this, his cock was too big and it always bruised the back of your throat, but he did say he would be quick – and he was. The hand against your cheek wiping away the first set of tears running down your face, and it was as if the contact of thumb and tear pulled him apart because he was spilling inside your throat, cock slightly vibrating, and spurting come, filling your entire mouth.“Now that’s a good morning,” he murmured as he moved to lay beside you, kissing your entire face, licking into your mouth and tasting himself on your tongue. “Let’s get cleaned up, I’ll eat you out in the shower.” He added as a response to your groaning, not ready for the day to start.

[arthenaa]

carnal — sebastian sallow x fem!reader x ominis gaunt

plot summary: Challenging two renowned Aurors responsible for almost half of the imprisonment of numerous dark wizards leads to you experiencing being hunted for your life during a celebratory party at the ministry.

warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, dark themes, slight plot with porn, aged up characters (silver trio are in their mid 20's), sebastian and ominis are aurors, random ocs mentioned (i just shit out names tbh), random hp shit as well not sure some of them exist in the canon lore, reader is a magizoologist in a partnership w the ministry, they hunt u down (its all roleplay), dominis, switch seb, bottom reader, she/her prns is used for reader, ominis, you and seb like pulling each others hair lmfao, oral sex, p in v sex, choking, all the nasty stuff.

notes: inspired by @/pseudonymmcwriter i love prns fics pls you should check them out if ur into detroit become human <3 minors are highly discouraged from reading. read at your own risk. pt 2 of carnal.

It was supposed to be a joke.

A jest at their occupation. You didn't mean to talk shit about their jobs as Aurors. You were merely joking around, influenced by the festivities around you. Although, you suppose you shouldn't have tried to joke around Slytherins at all. It was a celebratory party for the new head Auror, Ryona Bassett, who was praised for her leadership skills and achievements in finally capturing a dark wizard creating havoc in the wizarding world. It was due to this that she had gotten her promotion, a well-earned position on her part.

Of course, she couldn't have done it herself. As part of her plan to capture said wizard, she had formed a group of talented wizards and witches to aid her. Part of that group was you. The wise witch had apparated in front of your apartment in London, sitting on the bench like the menace that she is in hopes of recruiting you as part of her team (You had almost jumped out of your skin at the creepy sight).

It was because of your skills and experience in the field of magical creatures that led you to be recruited by Ryona Bassett. Dragons were said to be one of the weapons used in the dark wizard's plan, and well, who'd be perfect for the job other than you? As a magizoologist, your job enabled you to mostly work alone as it required intensive travel all over the world. Although you worked for the Care of the Magical Creatures department, you were more of a partner rather than an employee of the ministry. You saved Hogwarts during your 5th year, rescued the fate of the wizarding world after a dark wizard had tried yet again to sabotage the election of a new leader, and also nurtured and rescued beasts in your care.

Basically, you were a big shot, and y'know that big shots like you always get called for the important stuff, which is why you're where you are today.

Part of the said group was also none other than your two dearest friends; Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt, Aurors at the British Ministry of Magic. Sebastian and Ominis were the two people who Ryona had at her beck and call given that they did work in her division. However, these weren't the only reasons why she had chosen the two. They both had risen the ranks at a much faster rate than others ever since they joined the Auror office. This wasn't to your surprise considering the two often sneaked out in the safety of the Undercroft to practice spells out of Hogwarts' jurisdiction. Sebastian Sallow was known for his magical prowess in dueling and knowledge of the dark arts whilst Ominis Gaunt excelled more in tracking and hunting through magical traces. Despite his blindness, he had formed a unique connection to his wand, allowing him to sense and feel magic more sensitively than others. The two are quite formidable Aurors and built up a reputation as one.

They were also known to be the pair who almost filled half of Azkaban. They were that good.

It didn't help that they were also attractive. They were deemed to be the ministry's most desired bachelors of this era. You couldn't agree more.

It had been a while since the three of you were together in the same room. You kept your friendship low maintenance and would send an owl to each other here and there. To be honest, the low-maintenance friendship was more of you and them, but we don't need the specifics. After a long month of trying to catch Hugo Blaire (the dark wizard, yes), it wasn't a huge surprise that a party would be done in honor of the group's efforts and contribution to making another safe and sound day for the wizarding world.

You don't know how many glasses of champagne you had downed in the past hour, but you sure as hell won't be counting. You've been scanning the crowd, looking for a particular brunette and blonde amongst a sea of unfamiliar people.

It was tiring trying to keep up with the greetings and the conversations. You probably mispronounced multiple last names at this point, and you couldn't care any less at how many eye twitches and failed to keep horrified expressions you've seen in the past hour. Your assistant, Judy Beckham, decided to be your spokesperson at the start as she noticed that the glass on your hand seemed to have no plans leaving your grasp. It was funny seeing her play as your publicist as you had yet again purposefully mispronounced "Yaxley" to "Yackley? Yatley? Yale? Shitley?" (It was well deserved, to be honest. He was on your shitlist after he had tried to order your imprisonment when you were trying to rescue a Zouwu who had wreaked havoc in the streets of London. He claimed you were the one responsible for the mess... Which was partially true... But not all of it!)

"And that should be your final drink." A voice interrupted your thoughts before a hand grabbed the refillable glass in your hand, moving it away from your grasp. The scent of musk and wood immediately infiltrated your senses as your back feels the presence of another. You turn to face the culprit, smiling at him.

"Sebastian." You softly reply as you place a hand on his arm. "I was looking for you."

"As have I, darling." He chuckles before glancing at the glass in his hand, watching as it filled back up with champagne. "Though it seems you've already started to enjoy yourself."

"Refillable charms are a crime." You softly laugh in response. The Auror has a soft look on his face. You glance back at the center of the ball where Ryona stood alongside the rest of the crew, entertaining guests. "Aren't you supposed to be there?"

"You mean we?" He corrects as he places a hand on your waist. You feel butterflies in your stomach. You push it away.

"... Right."

"Where's the little redhead you're with?" Sebastian doesn't need to crane his head to survey the room. He was a tall motherfucker who was gifted with the lucky genes. You didn't know how much a person could grow knowing that he was the same height as you in your fifth year, then you were at his shoulder in your 7th. He was tall and attractive. A direct shit to your face.

"You mean Judy?" You raise an eyebrow at him despite mentioning her multiple times in your letters. He smiles a boyish grin at you.

"I saw her a moment ago trying to calm down August Yaxley from transfiguring you then and there. What'd you do this time?" You feel his thumb rubbing the material of your dress on your waist. His stare was unwavering as he encouraged a response out of you.

"Mispronounced his name. It was quite funny seeing the number of expressions running through his face. Quite a life-changing experience, if I do say so myself. As for Judy, she just gave up on me. She's probably drinking herself to death somewhere." You jest. He chuckles at your response before pulling his hand away from your waist. It almost made you whine at the loss, but you remember this is your best friend, and you shouldn't be whining like a submissive bitch in heat at the loss of his touch. "Where's Ominis?"

"Ah." He places the glass on the waiter's tray as one passes by before crossing his arms over his chest. He looks so attractive in his black three-piece suit with a silver chain hanging on his vest. It didn't help with the way the material of his coat stretched along his arms, fitting his physique perfectly. You wanted to drool. "He'll be here in a minute."

"That sounds oddly vague." You rest your weight on one leg as you copy his form. "What's he really doing?"

Sebastian rolls his eyes before raising his arms in defense. "You got me. He's finishing writing up and collecting final intel on another case."

"That quick? Damn." Your eyes widen in amusement.

"Remember that church we went to last week? A couple of days before Blaire's capture? The one in Glasgow." He recalls. You hum, remembering the place. "Turns out, there were other traces of dark magic there different from Blaire's lot. It was an infamous place for dark wizards to gather, and we were lucky enough to be able to hit two birds with one stone. Ominis was able to decipher the similarities of that dark magic to the ones he received from that hacienda back in the Philippines."

"That's amazing." You marvel at Ominis's tracking skills.

"I know. Bassett put us on the case right after this." Sebastian sighs. "Not sure if that's a blessing or a curse."

"Just shows how talented you guys are." You bite your lip as you pat his arm. Sebastian shakes his head.

"You had a hand in this, too." He gives you a pointed look. "If it weren't for our daring escapades, I wouldn't be where I am today."

"Yeah, right. If I recall correctly, you were the mastermind of it all."

"I wouldn't have done it if I didn't witness your magical prowess in ancient magic, Ms. Hero of Hogwarts." He leans in, pinching your cheek as he teases you. You flush in embarrassment at the title, trying to forget after years of hearing it multiple times to the point where all you wanted to do is obliviate the whole damn school. Wasn't it so hard to just say you saved the school? Why'd they have to press in the title 'Hero'? Thankfully, Sebastian's proximity made you forget an incoming war flashback of your time at Hogwarts. You would've died from cringe there and then.

"You two look cozy with each other. If I were from Daily Prophet, I'd already made millions from using this as gossip material." A new presence has arrived, startling you two out of your comfortable conversation. Sebastian sighs dramatically at his entrance.

"Ominis. You're late." Sebastian chastises jokingly as he watches his best friend glare in the direction of his voice. You might've laughed at Sebastian trying to act like a disappointed mother, but you were taking your time checking out the new addition to your little group. Similar to Sebastian, Ominis had also experienced a growth spurt. Nearly at the same height as the brunette beside you, the man embodies the essence of elegance and gallantry. His hair is in his usual slicked-back hairdo and wearing a dark blue three-piece set that matched his cloudy blue eyes. Ominis adjusts the tie on his neck with his free hand before moving close to you two with the guide of his wand.

"Thanks, Sebastian, for the obvious observation." He sarcastically replies before feeling for your hand and pressing a soft kiss on the back of it. "Hello, love."

"You two practicing on your courting game or something?" You joke as you watch Ominis put down your hand gently. Sebastian tucks his hands into the pockets of his slacks as he moves close to stand behind you. "I feel so flattered."

"It's just the bare minimum, dove." Sebastian leans in to whisper against your ear. He laughs softly as you move back, tickled by his breath. Ominis wasn't able to hear what the other Auror said and could only sigh in exasperation at Sebastian's antics.

"I heard you were finishing an intel report on a new case, Ominis." You change the subject as you rest your hand on his arm. Ominis places a hand on top of yours.

"Yes. Did Sebastian mess up again?" He turns to the direction of your voice with an accusing tone. "Don't answer. Of course he did."

"Hey! That's unfair of you to assume." Sebastian pouts.

"Am I wrong?" Ominis raises his eyebrow. Sebastian falls silent. "Thought so."

"Shut up."

"I am quite curious, though, did you ever have an instance that you weren't able to track someone?" You ask out of curiosity as your arm intertwines with Ominis's. You glance between the two as they pause to think. These two were deemed the best in the industry. Surely, the praises were exaggerated, right? You had a hard time tracking poacher locations, and you already had possession of ancient magic. Being the best doesn't entail 100% success.

"Nah." Sebastian answers nonchalantly. Ominis nods in agreement. "Sure, some took more time than others but everything's trackable."

You pause for a moment at their answers. "Really?"

"Yes. Everyone leaves tracks of magic every day. It's quite easy to decipher once you're used to it." Ominis adds, trying to convince you further. You hum, still unconvinced by their claims. Sebastian turns to you, looking at you with an unwavering stare. You tried to look back, but you could only glance away, not able to return it.

There's a moment of silence before the brunette breaks it off.

"You don't believe us, do you?" Sebastian says with his eyes wide and eyebrows raised in amusement. Ominis has an unreadable look on his face. You feel like you've offended them both with the way Sebastian's staring at you and Ominis's tense body.

"Well— I mean, surely not all right?" You sheepishly smile at him. Sebastian scoffs at you.

"I assure you, Y/N. When I track something, I get it done." Ominis turns his body towards you, causing your arm to fall from his. You look between the two as they continue to look at you with unreadable looks. You feel as though you've suddenly been cornered. Like you've done something worthy of their attention as Aurors and not as Sebastian and Ominis. This shouldn't excite you, but it did, and so you stupidly continued your plan on pissing them off.

Slytherins are known for one thing, and that's their drive for ambition and winning in competitive environments. What more to entertain yourself by pissing off not one but two snakes?

"Bullshit." You've resorted to using harsh methods. You could see the way Ominis's eye twitched and Sebastian's sudden change of posture. You were glad you met those boring guests back then, it certainly helped maintain a straight face. "Not even once?"

"Y/N." Sebastian takes a step close. "We're not kidding."

"Sure you are." You let out a giggle as you move a step back, trying to gauge their reactions. Ominis steps close to Sebastian's side as he clenches his jaw. This is fun.

Now, this is where the actual problem starts. You were having way too much fun trying to get a rise out of them that the words spewing out of your mouth were thought half-assed. You were joking but they we're taking it seriously.

"I'd bet my whole fucking body you won't be able to catch me. Even Bassett has a hard time getting me these days. What more of a challenge than a magizoologist to track, hm?" You laughed.

Bad move.

Bad fucking move, because all of a sudden, you could feel the tenacity of their stare. Even Ominis seemed like at that specific moment could see you and stare straight into your soul. You felt your body go rigid with nervousness.

The silence was long and uncomfortable. Both of them stood there, postures domineering and authoritative. You felt scared but at the same time, excited. You decided to make the first move.

"Guys?"

Sebastian licks his lips as he looks at Ominis before leaning close to his ear and whispering. The other Auror blinks slowly as he listens to him before nodding. Sebastian moves forward first.

"What's the bet again?" Sebastian smugly asks. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

"I'm afraid I'm not following—"

"You said you'd bet your whole body, right?" He reminds you. Your eyes widen in response.

"I wasn't serious about it." You try to reason with them.

"We weren't joking in the first place. You know we've always liked you. Why not take advantage of a little opportunity, hm?" Sebastian says with a low voice as he raises a hand to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. He looks down at you with eyes that seemed to mock you. You felt slightly ashamed but tried to keep your confidence afloat.

It was common knowledge that the two best friends pined after you. Ever since your 5th year, the two had fallen irrevocably in love with everything about you. You knew. They knew you knew and yet a silent pact was made between the two to never make a move on you as they didn't know how you felt and didn't deem it worthy as the fall of their friendship. You were glad somehow but also saddened because you never really chose between them. You liked them both. But they didn't need to know that. Right?

Well, it seems as if they're testing you right now, and with the amount of alcohol in your system combined with their dark looks trained on you, you wouldn't be surprised if you did admit your attraction to both of your best friends.

"Aw, are you scared?" Sebastian taunts. Ominis only stands behind him, posture calm and collected as he listens to his partner speak for him.

"Shut the fuck up." You reply in a weak voice, feeling intimidated by their aura. Ominis lets out a soft laugh. "I was joking about it in the first place—"

"Ah, ah." Sebastian grasps your chin in his hand, turning your face towards him. "You said it first. We're just finishing the job."

You let out a shaky breath as they continue to move closer and into your space. Sebastian's thumb caresses your bottom lip as he stares at you with want and desire.

"Let's be clear here, darling. The only reason why Bassett can't properly find you is that it's her that's finding you." Sebastian mumbles lowly. You could feel the grip on your chin tightening. Your knees tremble at his domineering hold on your face as your core begins to burn with arousal. "You've never had us."

Shit.

It's Ominis that sets the final nail in the coffin. He leans down to whisper in your ear. "Ryona's going to give a final speech in the next few minutes."

A hand slithers across the small of your back before grabbing your waist, pulling you close to him. You let out a small moan at the harsh movement before the lips against your ear continue to move. "We're going to give you 30 seconds to move. You got that, sweetheart?"

A soft kiss placed on both sides of your neck makes you whimper as both of them pull away from you. You watch as Sebastian casts a final look at you before both of them disappear into the crowd. You stand with knees weak and mind in shambles as you hear the crowd cheer at Ryona's entrance. She waves into the crowd and suddenly you're face with an existential crisis.

We're you suppose to move during? Or after? Did you have to hide? Fuck, did the 30 seconds already start? You couldn't grasp a single thing in your mind as your eyes tried to find the familiar backs of the two. It seemed all the eerier that you didn't know where they were. It was like a predator hiding and waiting for the perfect chance to pounce. So as the submissive prey that you are, you began to move.

You squeezed your way through heaps of people. Ryona's speech was already considered background noise for you. You had reached the east entrance, sighing in relief before a pair of hands stop you from reaching freedom. You could almost feel your heart drop before exhaling a big breath at the sight of your assistant, Judy Beckham.

"Where were you? I was looking everywhere for you!" Judy worries like the inner mother that she is. You could almost coo at her concern over your well-being but the thought of two Aurors after your ass was more pressing than the worried redhead in front of you.

"Listen, Judy. If ever you come across Sebastian and Ominis, tell them I went to the west side of the building." You smile widely as you hold her arms tight within your grasp. Judy raises her eyebrow in confusion.

"Y/N, you're not making sense—"

"Please!" You plead as you pull her closer to your face. The girl cranes her head back at the proximity. "I'm in grave danger if those two ever find me. Be a gal and lie, okay?"

Judy stares at you for a few seconds before sighing. "West. Got it."

"Thank you!" You grab her for a quick hug before bolting through the doors. Your heels clack noisily on the marble floor as you rushed through the partially empty corridors of the ministry. You pass by familiar faces who you kindly shoot a smile at.

"Fucking heels—" You groan as you reach for the devil traps on your feet, pulling them off and continuing your escape barefoot. You manage to reach the hallway to the elevator before a voice causes you to pause and crouch down to hide.

"Y/N." Ominis's tender voice echoes throughout the empty corridor. You hide in a corner as you watch his figure pass by the elevator. Great, the easiest way out was already guarded. You should've thought that ahead. "I know you're here."

You remain silent as you watch Ominis pace back and forth slowly, face looking calm and collected. You assess your surroundings, looking for a way to escape.

"Do you want to know why I know you're here?" Ominis asks which catches your attention. You check behind you to ensure that no Sebastian was sneaking up on you to catch you off guard. You wait for him to reply. "You've always had a particular magical aura. I sensed a glimpse of it when you entered the doors of the Great Hall in our 5th year, then it grew bigger and stronger when I saw you exit the Undercroft. Magical auras tend to vary according to a wizard or witch's personality and most of them feel loud and ... unnerving. You, however, shine like sunlight on a sunny day. A gentle breeze at the start of autumn."

Your breath hitched as you hear his footsteps halt. You feel your cheeks heat up at his declaration, you bite your lip as you wait to hear more. "I felt attached to you because of it. Like a moth to a flame. Do you think spending years by your side that I haven't got your aura ingrained in my head? I suppose that's what I get for falling for you."

Fuck. You don't know where he went. It seems as if one moment you knew he was there and then the next he was gone. You peek into the hallway, glancing back and forth.

You knew you shouldn't have let your guard down. You knew that you were faced with someone who was so used to tracking and feeling magic differently and more sensitively than others that it became an extra sense to them. You feel his breath before his touch.

"It's the very reason why I sense you right away. You're leaking your tracks everywhere, love." He speaks lowly against your ear. With a harsh shove and a twist of your arm to your back, he pushes you against the wall with your front against the hard surface.

"O-Ominis, wait!—" You try to plead but the Auror only presses you more against the wall. He had your arm twisted against your back with a hold of your wrist. His chest pressed against yours and his face on the side of your neck.

"That fast?" He mocks you as he laughs closely against your ear. You try to push back against his grip but you remain defenseless.

"Fuck you."

"You wish." He mumbles lowly in your ear. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent before placing possessive kisses against it. You let out sighs of pleasure before groaning in pain as Ominis grabs your head by your hair and angles it for more room on your neck.

"Let me go." You breathlessly beg as you allow him to pepper kisses against your neck. You wish to stay there and then but you knew that the boys wanted a bit more fun. After all, you wanted to get the most out of this once-in-a-lifetime situation.

"Now, why would I do that?" Ominis bites your ear lobe as he grinds his hips against your ass. You try to turn your head towards him.

"Cause you love a good chase, right? This barely counts as one." You tempt him, grinding back against his moving hips. He lets out an amused laugh, letting go of your wrist as he encloses his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly against him. You bask in his presence, head falling back on his shoulder. He turns his head to the side, placing more kisses on your neck before biting on your shoulder. You let out a soft moan.

"I'm giving you another 15 seconds. Run as fast as you can." He whispers in your ear before sensually moving his arms off your waist. He takes 5 steps back before motioning the empty corridor with a nudge of his hand. You lick your lips before running away from him.

Ominis tilts his head back as he pants from the arousal, running his fingers through his neatly styled hair before a voice enters his mind.

"Are you on your way?" Sebastian asks. Ominis rolls his eyes before fixing his coat. Sebastian often flexed his magical abilities, especially this one he had learned recently. The ability to communicate through the mind. His best friend was a natural student of magic, curious to the wizarding world and desperate in learning all of it as he is a son to two former educators. This was also what made him a pain in the ass.

"I let her go. She's on her way to you." He replies as he takes his time following your trail. He's sure if he made a run for it now, he'd get you in no time. But he decides to play by your rules.

"Fucker. Did you get a taste?" He hears Sebastian chuckle through their shared mind connection.

"Get the fuck out of my head before I get her myself."

"You're hot when you're angry, y'know?" Sebastian purrs. Ominis grunts at his flirt. "Got it, sir."

You don't know how long you've run. Most of the ministry departments were empty due to the large celebration on one of the building's halls. Everyone was there and the only creatures patrolling the halls were Matagots. They were formidable creatures who easily sensed intruders so if there was a breach in security, a single spell cast on a Matagot would immediately alert all of you. You've decided to stop at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement as you deduced that Sebastian would probably be on standby in front of the elevator when it reached the ground level. At least here, you were close to the ground floor and there's a passageway that leads you down to the ground floor discreetly (you'd have to thank Hank, the house elf in charge of the elevator for that one).

Also because you've chosen this floor, consequently you knew you were on the floor where the Auror office is located. Which means, Sebastian and Ominis's floor. This is probably the least floor to logically be on but you probably (emphasis on probably) knew that they wouldn't check here. The passageway was located at the Head Auror's office and so you just need to sneak your way in and easily escape.

Unfortunately, Merlin was being a bitch.

As soon as you opened the entrance to the Auror division, you gasp quietly at Sebastian leaning against the doors to the Head Auror's office, twirling his wand elegantly between his fingers.

"Fancy seeing you here." Sebastian smiles so innocently. You stand on alert as he moves away from the double doors and towards you with careful steps.

"How'd you know?" You ask as you take steps back with every step forward from the man in front of you. Sebastian shrugs.

"When you're well versed with the dark arts, it's quite easy to detect certain things." Sebastian hums. "Or maybe it's just basic logic. After all, you have to think ahead of your opponent."

You continue to take a step back before your back meets a surface that wasn't originally there. You turn around to see the very same man who had given you a moment of mercy.

"Again?" Ominis smiles with pity, pretending to have no clue as to why he found you yet again. You let out a loud gasp before rushing to the one side of the room to move away from them both. The two stalk toward you like predators. You could feel your breath shortening with nervousness as they cornered you to a wall. You had no way out. You discreetly glance around you before seeing an opening to the Head Auror's office. In a moment of panic and sheer bravery, you bolt down towards the double doors leading to your escape, trying to get one last chance to run away.

Sebastian snarls as he runs after you. Ominis stands behind, arms behind his back as he lets his partner handle the work. You could feel the fast thumps of his foot against carpeted floor as your hands try to open the overly complicated entrance. You clumsily open the door before a set of strong arms grab your waist and pull you away from your only chance of escaping. You scream in retaliation before a hand covers your mouth.

"Bad, bad girl." Sebastian huffs as he presses you against his chest, hand on your mouth as he watches you fight back in his grasp. His hands then move to reposition themselves. One hand wraps around your waist while the other grabs your neck and grips it back to lay your head back against his shoulder. "Should I cast Oscausi on you for being so fucking loud, hm?"

"Sebastian." Ominis calls his attention before nodding to one of the open and empty offices. He moves towards the two of you as Sebastian pulls you to the empty roomwith Ominis locking the door behind him. "Stop scaring her."

"Do you think she looks scared?" Sebastian raises his eyebrow as he settles on a desk, pulling you to his lap. You shake, riddled with sensitivity as Sebastian continues to grip your neck. Ominis raises his hands, gliding up your arms before feeling Sebastian's hold on your neck and then moving up to your face. He feels the heat from your cheeks, the dryness of your lips and hears the soft little gasps and moans escaping your mouth. You were aroused and completely at their mercy. Ominis smiles as he runs his thumb against your bottom lip before leaning in close.

"We won, little dove. Are you ready?" He gently asks. Sebastian gently eases on his grip but remains his hold on your neck. You look up at Ominis and softly brush your lips against his.

"Just fuck me already." You pant, blunt with your response as the two fall into silence.

"Fuck." Ominis curses before surging in to press his lips against yours. Sebastian almost falls back at the sudden pressure but recollects himself as he busies with kissing your neck.

Hands begin to grope at your body. Sebastian's hands gripped your waist as he moved his hips up against yours, his bulge rubbing against your heat. Ominis cups the nape of your neck to angle you for a deeper kiss. You open your mouth, allowing the blonde to intertwine his tongue with yours.

"You're so fucking pretty," Sebastian mumbles shakily as he continues to place more marks on your neck, taking advantage of a sweet spot as you moan in surprise. "She's so fucking beautiful, Ominis."

"Yeah?" Ominis responds breathlessly as he pulls away for a moment before diving in for more. "Of course, she is."

Your hands find their way into their respective hairs. Gripping the roots tightly as you pull them closer to you. The two groan in pleasure. The three of you continue to make out before Ominis pulls you back with a tug on your hair.

"On your knees, baby." He licks his lips, savoring your taste on his lips. "Suck Sebastian off."

You pant as you look back at the brunette behind you who looks at you two with lust in his eyes. Sebastian smiles smugly. "You heard the man."

You giggle before rising from his lap, placing a chaste kiss on Sebastian's lips before kneeling in between his legs. Ominis moves to your left as you unbuckle his slacks before pulling down to expose his member, watching as it slapped heavily in between his thighs. Taking his cock in your hands, you gather your drool in your tongue before dripping it down your mouth as a form of lubricant. You perform swift up-and-down motions to start it off.

"Fuck, that's it." Sebastian moans as he runs his hands through your disheveled hair. Ominis listens to his moans before feeling his way up Sebastian's shoulder and finding it's way into his curls. He grips his hair and crane his head towards him. Sebastian moans loudly at Ominis's hold on him.

"Tell me what she looks like," Ominis whispers into his ear as he places wet kisses on his jaw before biting his earlobe. He then harshly pushes his head down towards you which gives you a signal to start using your mouth on him. You lean down to take his cock in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down as you use your hands to take what you can't fit in.

Sebastian chokes his moan as he feels Ominis's grip on his head become tighter. "S-She's taking it all in. Like a good fucking girl."

Ominis hums at his response. You look up towards Sebastian innocently as you pull slightly back, sucking on his tip before you twirl your tongue around it like a lollipop.

"F-fuck— Ah. She— She looks so perfect with my cock in her— A-ah! I-In her mouth. Look's so fucking pretty— Merlin's beard." Sebastian stumbles over his words as you bob your head faster. Ominis smirks against Sebastian's cheek before he speaks parseltongue into the brunette's ear. You feel the shiver and twitch of Sebastian's hips as his face becomes flushed red at Ominis's hypnotic speaking of the language of snakes.

It seems as if Sebastian enjoyed it too much as a hand wraps itself around his neck, gripping it tight as Ominis continues to speak in tongues to his ear. Sebastian whimpers, eyes rolling back before the blonde moves his grip on his neck to his jaw to pull him into a deep kiss.

You moan at the sight of the two making out, encouraging you to give the best fucking head Sebastian Sallow has ever fucking had in his life. With a twist of your hand and fast bobs of your head, Sebastian archs his back in sensitivity, breaking away from his kiss with Ominis. His body curls as he grips your hair, pulling you away from his dick.

"F-fuck wait." Sebastian whines as he pants, not handling the intense pleasure from your mouth on his dick and Ominis's mouth on his, especially the fucking parseltongue. He almost came in your mouth if it weren't for his swift reaction. You twist your hand over his tip to tease him. He then transfers his hand from your hair to your neck, gripping it firmly. "I said wait. Can't follow simple fucking instructions. Get up."

You whimper as Sebastian pulls you up from the floor through the grip on your neck before moving his hands to grip the back of your thighs to carry up you and wrap them against his waist. He settles you down on the desk before pushing you back to lie down on it. Ominis moves to the other side of the desk where your head is placed. The two make haste on pulling your clothes off of you, leaving you bare and naked on the wooden surface.

"Fucking gorgeous," Sebastian mutters under his breath as he runs his hands on your thighs before pulling them apart to stare at your pussy. Ominis runs his hands on your chest, groping your breasts into his hands. The blonde groans at the feeling of your body within his grasp. He remembers dreaming of this very moment and it's now within the palms of his hands (literally).

Sebastian pushes your thighs up against your chest and you whine in embarrassment at the exposing position. Sebastian chuckles at your sudden shy behavior. "Don't worry, it'll pass. I'll make sure of it."

You could barely process Ominis's groping on your upper body before you feel Sebastian's tongue on your cunt. You gasp at the sudden feeling which makes Ominis smile.

"Sebastian, wait—"

"I told you to wait awhile ago, why would I do that?" Sebastian retorts before diving in and devouring your pussy like a man finally quenching his thirst. His tongue licks back and forth on your clit before sucking it. He then presses the flat of his tongue, moving it up and down before using the tip and move in circular motions. He slurps the juices dripping out of your pussy, moaning at the taste. The vibration of his moan causes you to moan loudly in pleasure.

"Sebastian— Oh fuck! fuck.. fuck!" You pant as you grip Ominis's arms, taking what Sebastian's giving. "Don't stop, please please please please!"

"Yeah?" Ominis leans down to caress your face, feeling the tears drip down the side of your face. "Little dove crying because you feel too good, hm? Poor girl."

You sob as Sebastian continues to assault your pussy with his tongue. Pleasure courses through your veins as the brunette between your legs manhandle you into the position he desires. Ominis basks in the sounds of your moans and the wet and messy slurps of Sebastian's work. His cock twitches against his pants. He eases the pain by using his free hand to rub against the front of his slacks. You look up at Ominis who continues to caress your face. "Ominis..."

"Hm?"

"Kiss me." You whine softly as you feel a knot slowly build up in your stomach. Sebastian continues to eat you up and a building pressure reveals itself in the process. Ominis smiles at you before leaning to place a kiss on your lips, upside down. He swallows your moans of pleasure as he pushes in his tongue, slowly and passionately kissing you deeply.

Sebastian glances up from his position, furrowing his eyebrows at the loss of your pathetic moaning. He smirks as he sees you focused on kissing Ominis before deciding to take matters into his own hands. He moves up to your clit, focusing the attention of his tongue there before adding the usage of his hand, gently rubbing the entrance of your cunt. You gasp at the sensation before yelping at the insertion of a finger inside.

"Ah!" You pull away from Ominis in the process as Sebastian eases his fingers into you. The brunette glances at the blonde with a smirk and a light chuckle. Ominis definitely heard that.

"Feel good, pretty girl?" Sebastian hums against the side of your thigh as he watches his finger go in and out of you before adding another one. You let out a measly moan in response. "I need to hear an answer."

"M-Mhm." You moaned out as he begins to curl his fingers up, pushing it deep within you. Sebastian pushes back against your clit, sucking it and licking it well for you. The sensation of his tongue and fingers begin to bring you closer to the edge. "Oh, fuck."

"Close?" Ominis whispers as he leans down against your ear. You let out short breaths as you feel the knot slowly unravel. Sebastian enters another finger as he speeds up the process. His fingers begin to reach depths even yours couldn't reach. It felt so fucking good as the tips of his fingers brush against a sensitive spot within you that jolts your back into an arch. It was there yet it wasn't. Sebastian's tongue flicks and sucks faster against your clit as you descend rapidly into the madness.

"Let me cum, please. please." You whined as your hand reaches up to intertwine with Ominis's locks. The blonde torments you from above as he sucks marks alongside Sebastian's work during his time on your neck from awhile ago.

"Go ahead, pretty girl," Ominis whispers in your ear alongside Sebastian's ministrations. The knot unravels fast as your body shakes violently in their care. Your orgasm is hard and slow as Sebastian does his best to lengthen it, your thighs crushing his head close against your heat. You let out long and loud moans as your body rises from the desk in the process. Ominis grabs you against his chest, kissing the side of your head softly as Sebastian continues his assault between your thighs, making sure to slurp every last bit of your release. "There you go."

"Stop, stop!" You reach a hand down, trying to push his face away from your heat. You let out a small laugh from the sensitivity as he continues to mouth your cunt.

"Tastes so fucking good," Sebastian growls as he pulls away, lips red and chin dripping with your arousal. He places a gentle kiss on your clit as you twitch in sensitivity at the action before kissing his way upwards and pulling you into a deep kiss. Your tongues intertwine as your back rests against Ominis's chest. The blonde's hand runs through Sebastian's locks, gently petting his head as the two of you kiss. His free hand moves to where your lips are connected, probing his index finger within your tongue as he tries to feel you two kiss. Ominis lets out a shaky sigh at the feel of your tongues moving against one another before you two pull away.

The brunette looks up at you with a smile. "How'd you want us?"

You take a breath as Sebastian places a chaste kiss on your cheek while Ominis places one on the side of your head. "Ominis inside. You get my mouth. He's been on the sidelines for way too long."

Sebastian nods with a cheeky grin. "Got no complaints there."

Ominis places a kiss on your forehead as he helps you up before exchanging places with Sebastian. The brunette sits on the desk as you stand between them with Ominis behind you. You hear the rustling of clothes behind you before turning around to look. Ominis had taken off his coat and bottoms, leaving him bare from the waist down. His cock slaps heavily up against his stomach, dripping pre-cum from the amount of waiting he had done. Throughout your sexual escapade, Ominis opted to listen in on your and Sebastian's pleasure than himself. He was more of a observer, preferred ordering the two of you and revel in the moans and pants pulled by pleasure. You take a note to spoil him further in the future.

He pulls you back against his chest as he moves close to you and Sebastian. The brunette cups your cheek, placing a peck on your lips before he travels his hand to the top of your head and pushing you down gently to his cock. You eagerly use your mouth to pleasure him, slipping it inside and try to take him all in.

"Damn, fuck. Can never get used to this. Your mouth is a fucking haven, baby." Sebastian curses as he feels the tip of his cock reaches the back of your throat. You choke slightly at the deepness of his dick before bobbing up and then down, forming a rhythm. The brunette tilts his head back in pleasure, letting out soft moans as his fingers tighten within your locks. Ominis listens in on his moans as he uses his wand to conjure a lubricating charm before pumping his dick for a bit of stimulation. He lets out a moan before pressing the his cock against your folds.

You moan at the feeling of a new sensation against your heat. Ominis places a hand on his shaft, rubbing the tip against your folds. He slides it against your clit, moving it in circular motions and hears your appreciative moan. His free hand then grabs your waist as leverage before finally positioning the tip against your entrance. "I'm pushing in, love."

You hum against Sebastian's dick in response before feeling the pressure of Ominis's cock split you open. He was a bit longer than Sebastian but the brunette was thicker. The two were already considered big and the moment that you felt the two of them inside you made you all the more conscious of their size. You whimper against Sebastian's cock, unable to move as Ominis continues to slide in his cock.

Sebastian glances down at your tear-stricken face, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. Ominis bottoms out with a groan, letting you adjust for a moment before beginning to move. The jostle of Ominis's hips propels your forward causing Sebastian's dick to go deeper inside your mouth.

"Yeah. Liked getting fucked by Ominis?" Sebastian taunts as he brushes your hair away from your face. A bruising grip on your hips that you're sure will mark you in the morning, pulls you back with every thrust. Ominis's cock reaches depths farther than Sebastian's fingers, the curve of his dick and the ridges alongside it brushes deliciously against the soft walls of your pussy.

You moan in response as Sebastian begins to move his hips, thrusting into your mouth. You choke as you feel his throat touch the back of your throat once again.

"Support her upper body." Ominis orders. Sebastian places a hand on your shoulders as Ominis grabs both of your hands, twisting them against your lower back, holding them both with one hand as he suspends your upper body in the air with Sebastian's help. The position allows you to be completely at their mercy as Sebastian fucks your mouth at this point and Ominis's thrusts go deeper, faster and harsher.

You can only shriek and moan against Sebastian's cock as you take what they give you. Sebastian feels his release fast approaching, hips stuttering. "Holy fuck, I'm close."

You allow him to use your mouth as he pleases, thrusting fast into your mouth as he moans loudly at the process. Ominis leans down, placing a kiss on your shoulder before growling in your ear. "Don't waste a single fucking drop."

His deep voice sends a shiver down your spine and it seems as if Sebastian also heard it. The brunette releases with a choked moan, spurting his release into your mouth. He moans as his hips jerk in sensitivity, emptying it all before slumping on the desk. You swallow it all before coughing, finally being able to breathe.

Ominis takes this as an opportunity to fuck you harder.

"O-Ominis!" Your voice raises in pitch as his hips hammer against yours. He releases your arms, opting to pull you up against his chest. His hands busy themselves with your breasts as he grunts into the crook of your neck. "O-Oh fuck. Right there."

Sebastian smiles lazily as he watches his best friend rail you to the point that your eyes roll back in pleasure. To give you a more pleasurable experience, he raises a hand to wrap his fingers around your throat, gripping it with enough pressure to hear you whine and moan.

"Yeah, that's fucking right baby. Sebastian's choking you again? You love that shit." Ominis growls against your ear as he pounds your tight pussy. He angles his hips to hit that spot that Sebastian grazed over with his fingers, pulling louder moans from you. Your eyes lock with Sebastian's as Ominis fucks you from behind.

"Pretty girl's crying because you're fucking her too good." Sebastian laughs as he leans forward to kiss your tears away. Ominis chuckles against your neck. You could feel your release fast approaching as a hand makes it's way down to where you're connected.

"Mm, stretched so fucking well for me." Ominis hums before moving to your clit and circling it fast deliciously. Your moans get louder.

"Ominis, Sebastian!" You whine as you feel your release fast approaching. Sebastian tightens his grip on your throat making your moans choked as Ominis fucks you faster and deeper.

Already feeling the edge of his release, Ominis rubs faster as his hips stutter. His pace becomes harder and harsher. "Cum baby. Cum."

You let out a high-pitched whine before finally reaching your climax. Your knees shake, almost giving you up before Ominis grips you up, supporting you against his chest. You let out loud moans as your orgasm wreaks havoc throughout your body in violent shakes. Tears stream down your face at the intensity of your release and Sebastian smiles at the beauty of it all. Ominis continues to pump his cock inside, reaching for his release. "Where?"

"Inside. I-I'm on the potion. Please, cum inside." You moan as you lock eyes once again with Sebastian, his grip loosening from your neck as he pulls you into a kiss. Ominis grunts before releasing inside. He moans loudly, bottoming out as he orgasms. "Good girl."

You rest your upper body in Sebastian's embrace, waiting for Ominis to finish before whimpering as the blonde pulls out. Ominis runs a hand down to your cunt before pushing the cum back in. Sebastian chuckles as he hears you let out another weak moan.

There's a moment of comfortable silence as you three catch you breath from the amount of strenuous activities you've done in the past few hours.

"Damn, that was probably the best sex of my life." Sebastian chuckles, breaking the silence as he pulls you fully into his embrace. You rest your head on the crook of his neck while Ominis runs a hand through his hair.

"I'm so tired." You groan in exhaustion. "I'm not moving a single fucking muscle. This is both of your fault."

"Me too? It's Ominis who you should be blaming. The man was railing you to fucking oblivion." Sebastian jests which receives a harsh smack on the back of his head. You chuckle at the crisp sound of Ominis's palm hitting Sebastian's head.

"You literally fucked my throat. Sore throats are a bitch to cure." You weakly pull away from Sebastian's embrace, feeling the ache on your ass. Ominis notices your discomfort from your grunts of pain.

"Did I go too far?" The blonde shyly asks. You turn to look at him with a soft smile. You had the hardest and best fucking orgasm of your life and now this man was acting all shy and cute after he had just practically destroyed any other chance of another person reaching that kind of level with you. You couldn't really blame him after he had just ascended you to a different realm with his dick. Sebastian helps you up before you place a kiss on Ominis's lips.

"Don't worry. I loved it." You reassure him. Sebastian and Ominis help you get dressed before the two focus on their garments. Sebastian casts a cleaning charm to any suspicious fluids that might have touched any surface while Ominis casts Reparo to the destroyed piles of paper scattered on the floor (a product of their haste to fuck you moments ago).

There's a moment of silence after cleaning up as the three of you stand, fully clothed in the empty office space. This time, Ominis makes the first move. "I assume from all that's happened that you know we're still pretty much in touch with our feelings for you."

Sebastian looks at you, assessing your facial expressions as you looked at them both. Sebastian continues. "This can be a one-time thing if you don't want to delve deeper into it. We also don't mind if you prefer one over the other. Our friendship will remain intact, that I assure you."

You look at them both as their body language speaks of nervousness and fear of rejection. You doubt your friendship will ever be fixed if you chose one of them. You roll your eyes playfully. "I literally just got fucked by both of you and you're telling me to choose one?"

"I— well." Ominis tries to reason. Sebastian is silent for a moment before shrugging in agreement.

"I mean she's got a point." The brunette chuckles. You limp towards them, Sebastian's hand reaching out for you while Ominis's arm wraps around your waist.

"I assume you're choosing us both, correct?" Ominis clarifies. You chuckle at his need for reassurance before reaching up to place a kiss on his lips before turning to Sebastian to give him one as well.

"Yes. I am." You firmly answer. Ominis lets out a smile while Sebastian laughs softly. "Now please apparate me home, I'm not walking another fucking corridor after what you guys put me through."

"Yes Ma'am."

A/N: ITS DONE OFMHDHDH this took way too long but I had fun writing it. It's my first time writing filth and I hope it was up to satisfaction 😭🧎‍♂️🫶 will probs cringe at this in the future. TYSM.

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A proper apology

🔞❤️‍🔥 NSFW // MDNI 🔞❤️‍🔥

⚠️ Sebastian Sallow x F! reader⚠️ Spicy content ahead

Full pic on my Ao3 and Poipiku 🐍 Ominis’ version

“Look at yourself. I am doing this to you. You’re mine. No one else's.” You couldn't tear your gaze away from the mirror as he made you his.

Sebastian Sallow, the boy who had captured your heart in 5th year, was now just a memory. After everything that had happened with his uncle and the relic, you couldn't bring yourself to continue with your relationship. He spent one year in Azkaban, paying for his crimes before finally being released.

But 6th year at Hogwarts just wasn't the same without him. The classes felt dull and lifeless without his charming wit and adventurous spirit. The Undercroft, where you had shared countless secret conversations and stolen kisses, now felt hauntingly empty. 

Then, in 7th year, he returned. Rumors spread like wildfire about why he had seemingly transferred to homeschool - some said it was to help his sister Anne catch up on her studies. But only you and Ominis knew the truth behind his absence - the pain and guilt of what he had done.

As you watched him from across the Great Hall, your heart still ached for what could have been if things had gone differently. You missed him. You wanted to run to him and tackle him with a never ending hug, and fill every freckle in his face with your kisses.

But then, as the memories came flooding back, you remembered. You've written to him every single day for an entire year. Each letter carefully crafted and sent with hope and longing. And yet, every one of them was returned to your hands with a familiar red stamp: rejected by the recipient. 

He took a seat next to Ominis, not even sparing a glance in your direction. His gaze, or lack thereof, felt like a heavy brick wall crushing down on you. You stood up from the table, completely abandoning your untouched dinner. You needed to be alone. To escape the suffocating anxiety that was building inside of you. He was so close, yet so far away.

Leaving the Great Hall with a calm facade, tears begin to flow freely as soon as you're out of sight. The haunting image of him sitting mere inches away from you is burned into your mind. 

Seeking refuge in the abandoned Haunted Toilets, typically reserved for Peeves, you let out all of your pent-up emotion in a torrent of tears. The grimy, cracked walls amplified your sobs, sending painful echoes reverberating through the empty bathroom.

"Why does it still hurt?" You cried to yourself, the weight of your longing for Sebastian crushing down on your heart. You could feel his absence like a physical ache, You yearned for his warm touch, the gentle caress of his hands, and the familiar scent that always comforted you. Every aspect of him felt like a distant memory that only intensified the pain in your soul.

The door creaked open behind you, and there he was. Sebastian stood in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted by the moonlight streaming in from the window. The light played across his freckles, turning them into shimmering specks of gold. He watched you crumble before him, his arms crossed in front of his chest. His eyes bore into you, demanding an explanation. 

"Tell me, NOW." Sebastian demanded, his voice hard and unforgiving.

You couldn't believe it. After a whole year of ignoring your letters, worries, and heartache, those were the first words that came out of his mouth?

"What do you want me to tell you, Sallow?" you spat back at him, anger bubbling up inside of you. You violently wiped away the tears that had escaped down your cheeks. 

Sebastian's eyebrows furrowed in concern as he looked at you skeptically, his arms uncrossing as he took a step closer. 

"You don't look fine to me," he said softly, his eyes scanning your face for any signs of distress. "You know you can tell me anything. We may not be together anymore, but I still care about you."

We may not be together anymore, but I still care about you. The hypocrisy. His words hit you like a punch to the gut, reminding you of the love that was once there between you two.

"What do you want from me, Sallow?" You spat out his name with venom, your voice trembling with emotion. "I gave you everything in our 5th year. My time, my patience, my loyalty, my devotion. What else do you wish to take from me? I'm here at Hogwarts, alone, ignored by you while Ominis is probably already waiting for me in the Undercroft to hear my sad thoughts for the millionth time." Tears welled up in your eyes again, threatening to spill over onto your swollen cheeks.

He closed the door behind him with a soft click, making it feel like a finality. You heard the lock turning, sealing you both inside the small room and shutting out the rest of the world. The air between you two felt thick and suffocating, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. 

He prowled towards you with the quiet, calculated movements of a wolf stalking its prey in the cover of night. His eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger, and you could feel his gaze raking over your trembling form. A shiver ran down your spine as he continued to close the distance between you, his steps almost silent on the humid stone floor. 

"Do not come any closer Sallow" You warned, pointing your wand at him. The point of your wand hummed with energy, ready to unleash its magic at your command.

“Do it” Sebastian growled through clenched teeth “Curse me, Y/N. I don't give a damn. After everything I went through in Azkaban, do you think you can hurt me any further?. “ Your trembling wand pinched his chest as he kept walking towards you.

 “Do you?” His voice boomed off the walls, echoing in your ears. 

“I rotted in that hellhole for a year. I was utterly alone, without Anne or Ominis or you. I knew I deserved everything that happened to me. But most of all, I deserved to be left by you. You deserve better than me. You deserve someone better not a-” He choked on the word before spitting it out with disgust- “murderer.” 

Tears welled up in your eyes as his words pierced your heart, but you refused to let them fall.

“I pushed you away because I thought I could never earn your love again,” he continued, his voice breaking with every word. “When I was in Azkaban, when I was losing my grip on reality, all I could do was beg in my head to hear your voice, to smell your scent, to taste you one last time. But I didn't deserve it. I didn't deserve you. I still don’t. ” The pain and regret in his voice were palpable.

With a sharp intake of breath, you closed the distance between you and Sebastian. The sound of your palm striking his cheek echoed through the walls.

How dare he? How dare he confess that you deserved more, a better man? The anger burned inside you as you thought about all the letters he had ignored, the anguish, tears, sorrow, and love that he had chosen to disregard. 

"I'll stand by you through this, and in all our other lives, Sebastian Sallow. But if you choose to delve deeper into the dangerous world of Dark Arts, pushing me away as you go down a path towards self-destruction, do not expect me to follow. I love you too much to watch you fall apart." Your words were laced with equal parts passion and desperation, a final plea for him to see reason before it was too late.

With a heavy heart, you began to turn away, your steps slow and hesitant. As you clicked the lock open, ready to exit the bathroom and leave this tense encounter behind you, a sudden force seized your waist and yanked you back inside. The sound of your sharp intake of breath was drowned out by the thud of the door closing behind you.

"You're not going anywhere," Sebastian's voice was low and rough with emotion, "not before I give you a proper apology." 

He lifted you up and pinned you against the door with ease, his strong hands gripping your sides firmly. Your own hands instinctively reached up to cling to his neck, fingers digging into his skin as if seeking reassurance. 

Your lips collided in a violent and heated kiss, the passion between you both exploding like a firework. Your teeth clashing against his, causing the taste of metal to run across your lips. The intensity of the moment consumed you as you pulled, pushed, and shook him, unable to control your desire for this man. You didn't know what you wanted to do with him, but you just needed him, desperately.

 “Sebastian, I-” 

“Shut your pretty little mouth.” Your words were cut off by his rough command. 

As you kissed, your fingers traced over the soft strands of his hair, relishing in the familiar sensation. It had been so long since you had felt his touch, and you had missed it dearly. The scent of him filled your senses, a mix of wood and fresh cut grass that was uniquely him. His breath was sweet as honey and seemed to wash over you like a warm embrace. Memories flooded back as you savored the moment. 

“Let me devour you...please.” Sebastian’s tone was like that of a wild animal, asking permission to feast on its prey. It was almost pathetic how much he craved you.

But as he moved in for another kiss, you turned your cheek and whispered in his ear:

“No. Apologize first.”

Sebastian was determined to earn that apology. His sharp gaze met yours as he carefully set you down on your feet, his movements deliberate and purposeful. 

He kneeled before you and his head got lost in the folds of your skirt. As if seeking absolution, he began to worship every inch of skin above your knees with his lips. each kiss like a sweet offering of repentance.

Slowly, his kisses trailed up your thighs, inching higher and higher until they reached your inner thighs. You could feel the heat emanating from your core, begging for more. And Sebastian was all too willing to give it.

With rough hands, he parted your legs and pressed himself against you, feeling the intense heat radiating from your entrance. He couldn't resist any longer and continued to trail his kisses higher and higher until he buried his nose between your soaked panties. The sensation caused you to moan loudly, unable to contain yourself. 

His strong hands traveled to your hips, pushing you against the wall for support as your legs threatened to give out under the overwhelming pleasure that was coursing through your body. And in that moment, with Sebastian's lips and hands worshipping every inch of you. 

With a careful tug of his teeth, he removed your lace panties and let them drop to the floor at your feet, leaving you bare and exposed. 

Your body responded instinctually, reaching out to grip his head and guide him to where you needed him most. His tongue was like a delicately placed brush, painting slow and deliberate strokes across your sensitive flesh as he savored the sweet taste of your arousal. Your hips began to sway in time with his movements, rolling forward and back in an erotic rhythm. Your knees clenched tightly around his head, holding him in place as he worshipped you with his mouth.

Each flick of his tongue sent shivers coursing through your body, causing you to moan uncontrollably. As the passion built and your bodies intertwined, beads of sweat formed on your skin, adding to the intense heat radiating between you. The bathroom mirrors were steamed up from the steamy encounter, the only source of light being the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window. 

Your moans warned Sebastian that you were nearing your limit, he only seemed to be spurred on by the challenge. With his strong, calloused hand, he traced a path down your body, his touch sending shivers of anticipation coursing through your veins. 

You couldn't help but twitch in response, eager for what was about to unfold. He then slowly, tantalizingly, slid his index finger inside your warm and inviting body, causing you to let out a feral growl of pleasure. 

This was a sensation he had only given you once before - before everything fell apart. Before the fifth year intervened and brought chaos into your relationship. Before the cursed relic came between you. Before the painful breakup that tore your hearts apart. And now here you were, reunited and rediscovering the passion that still burned between you.

Every nerve in your body was on high alert as the sensations from his touch washed over you. This wasn't like your first time with him at the dimly lit Undercroft, this was something else entirely; a chaotic and wild frenzy of desire. 

He pushed his index finger in and out of your entrance in a perfect rhythm, each thrust causing your walls to tighten around him. The sound of his voice, deep and almost demonic, made you let out a loud cry 

"After all this time...you're still so tight for me, Y/N," you heard Sebastian growl, his words laced with possessiveness and hunger.

You were wild and unapologetic, a naughty young woman who reveled in the forbidden pleasure of rocking your hips against your loved one. Sebastian, the man who had pushed you away for almost a year, was like a drug to you. You couldn't resist his touch, his alluring presence. It was like coming home after a long journey. 

As he slipped two fingers inside you, you gasped in ecstasy.

"You're taking me so good, my love." You gasped as Sebastian added a third finger, filling you completely. 

The sensations in your G Spot were intoxicating, sending shivers of pleasure through your body as your walls tightened around his fingers. You reached your climax and fell to your knees, still trembling with desire for him.

With a soft cry, you pulled him out of you slowly, savoring every moment of pleasure before he slipped away from you. Your body ached for more, but even in the absence of his touch, you could still feel the lingering effects of his fingers inside you. It was a bittersweet ache that only he could soothe.

He raised his hand to his lips, savoring the lingering essence of your orgasm and the wetness that coated them. 

A smile played on his lips as he whispered, "Your taste hasn't changed a bit, my love." 

He couldn't resist any longer and dove in to kiss you on the humid floor. Your legs welcomed him eagerly, wrapping around his waist as your bodies molded together. 

You could feel his cock throbbing painfully hard against his clothes, a testament to his desire for you. The stain of his pre-cum, evidence of how much he wanted you, had made an appearance earlier as he went down on you. Your inner thigh still glistened with it. 

Before things could get too heated on the floor, he pulled away abruptly.

"Get up," he commanded. "You're too delicate to be fucked on the floor, dear." In a heartbeat, he was on his feet and effortlessly lifting you up off the ground. He pressed you against the sink, making you face the mirror so you could watch every moment of what was about to happen next.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, a blood-curdling scream threatened to escape your lips. 

Your hair was a tangled mess, strands sticking out in all directions as if they had been struck by lightning. And your blouse - which one were you even wearing? Blinking, you realized that Sebastian must have taken it off of you without you even noticing. Thank Merlin your bra was a decent one, its deep red hue matching perfectly with Sebastian's favorite color. Though now, it felt like a symbol of his possession over you. Your reflection seemed almost unreal, as if you were looking at a stranger who had been ravaged by desire and abandoned by all sense of control.

“Look how beautiful you are,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. His hand gently caressed your cheek as he gazed at you with adoration. “Look at yourself. I am doing this to you. You’re mine. No one else's.” His words sent a thrill of excitement through your body. You couldn't tear your gaze away from the mirror as he made you his, his hands exploring every inch of your bare skin. 

Your lips parted to speak, but before any words could escape, you felt his hard length pressing against your ass. 

He noticed your hesitation and spoke softly, “Tell me, what is it?” Your eyes met his in the reflection of the mirror, filled with longing and desire.

Without another thought, you looked over your shoulder at him, silently pleading for more. You wanted to feel his warmth, his body pressed against yours. You've missed him and he could see that in your eyes. As you stood there almost naked and vulnerable, he remained fully dressed.

He stepped away from you, not breaking eye contact in the mirror. 

Slowly, deliberately, he began to undress himself. First came his cloak, sliding off his shoulders with ease. Then, with just two fingers, he released his tie and looped it around his neck. Next went his vest and suspenders, each piece discarded with a practiced grace. 

You couldn't tear your gaze away as he stripped down before you, watching every movement in the reflection of the mirror.

With only his pants remaining, his arousal stood tall and hard before him. He closed the distance between you and began to kiss the nape of your neck, trailing his hands over every inch of your exposed skin. As he reached behind you to knot his loosened tie around your wrists, you trembled with anticipation.

His warm breath danced across your ear and the sensitive skin of your neck as he moved closer. The scent of him enveloped you, sweet and intoxicating.

"I miss the way you say my name, love," he purred as he wrapped his hands around your tightly bound wrists and pulled you closer to him. His voice was like a velvety whisper. "Say it."

 You hesitated for a moment, unable to resist getting lost in the reflection of his intense gaze. His piercing eyes seemed to see straight through you, leaving you vulnerable and exposed. 

He pressed his cock against your closed thighs, teasing and tormenting you with each subtle movement. A bead of precum escaped from the tip of his member and dripped between your legs, igniting a deep ache within you. His throbbing erection came tantalizingly close to your folds, tempting and teasing you further. 

Desperately wanting to catch a glimpse of him, you dared to look down but he quickly tugged on the tie that bound your wrists together. The sensation made you moaned as he held you in place.

“Say my name first”.

“Sebastian” You whispered in a very low voice. 

He shoved his cock closer to your entrance, brushing your clit.

“Louder” 

“Sebastian” - A little higher. 

“You can do better than that”

"S-Sebastian, please-" 

The sound of your breathless pleading was music to Sebastian's ears.Your voice quivered with need and anticipation, the same plea you had made when you lost your virginity to him. 

He pressed himself against your back, pushing you against the cold marble sink. His strong hands grasped your hips, spreading your buttocks apart. Thanks to all the skilled work he had done with his tongue and fingers earlier, he had no trouble penetrating you in a heartbeat.

A primal growl escaped your chest as he began to thrust his hips slowly against yours. Your core eagerly welcomed him, craving his touch. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure through your body, your walls clenching tightly around him in ecstasy.

The sounds of your wetness mingled with the sound of skin slapping against skin as he drove into you over and over again. The heady scent of sex filled the air, making your head spin and your senses reel. With every movement, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, until finally you tumbled over, crying out his name as waves of pleasure washed over you.

“F-Fuck, you’re so tight, my love” Sebastian groaned, his voice strained with desire. 

You whimpered in ecstasy as he maintained a firm grip on your restrained wrists, his other hand skillfully undoing the clasp of your red lace bra with one hand. The delicate fabric fell away, revealing your breasts to him. They bounced and swayed with each thrust of his hips, drawing his gaze to your hardened pink nipples. Without hesitation, he swung you around and carried you into one of the closed stalls, never breaking contact with your body as he sucked on your sensitive peaks. The sensation was like a slow burn, building up until it consumed your entire being. 

With a firm hand, he pushed the stall door closed behind you, trapping you against the cold wooden surface. His strong arms lifted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as he devoured your lips with his own. The heat of his body pressed against yours, igniting a fire within you.

“I’ll fuck you in every possible corner in Hogwarts, do you understand me?”

His hands roamed over your body, drawing gentle circles on your breasts before squeezing them and eliciting a moan of pleasure from you. He couldn't resist the taste of you any longer and eagerly sucked on your skin, savoring every moment of finally being able to have you. Just when you thought he would change positions again, he lowered you down a bit, and with an abrupt move he claimed you as his own, pulling your body inside of him. 

A sharp moan escaped your lips as Sebastian guided your weight. Every movement was under his control - how you entered him, how you exited him. As you looked down, you saw your glistening pussy eagerly welcoming his hard cock, sliding in and out of you with each thrust. Your hot juices threatened to splash against his lower stomach, evidence of the intense pleasure between you. 

Your vision blurred as he consumed you, making it difficult to focus on the sight of him thrusting into your soaking wet pussy. You instinctively reached out and grabbed onto his back, digging your nails into his skin as you moaned in ecstasy. Resting your chin on his shoulder, you were able to catch a glimpse of his reflection in a small mirror positioned perfectly in front of you. The defined muscles of his back flexed and strained with each powerful movement, adding to the intensity of the moment. As he continued to penetrate you, his perfectly round and smooth ass tensed and relaxed, driving you closer to the edge. 

Sebastian looked over his shoulder and caught you watching him.His eyes locked with yours, a wicked grin spreading across his lips before he resumed his sensual assault on your body. 

"Take my cock," Sebastian growled, his voice thick with desire. "Take it all in. You belong to me, now and always. You’re mine."

You surrendered to his words, feeling a rush of pleasure coursing through your body as he thrust deeper inside you. Your nails dug into his back, leaving red marks in their wake as you lost yourself in the intense sensation.

With each moan and gasp that escaped your lips, Sebastian's own sounds grew louder. His arousal building until he couldn't hold back any longer. With one final, primal grunt, he released himself inside you, filling you with his warm seed.

Both of you collapsed into each other's embrace, your bodies forming a perfect fit, you could feel his warmth radiating against your skin. The intensity of your hug made it seem as though the world had faded away. Your legs were wobbly and weak, but his strong grip held you steady. His chest rose and fell rapidly against yours, the sound of his racing heartbeat filling your ears. It was a familiar sound that you had longed to hear again.

He held onto you tightly, facing you with an intense gaze as if he never wanted to let go. His nose buried into the soft skin of your neck, taking in your scent, and his arms wrapped around you like a protective shield.

As your bodies intertwined in a warm embrace, his breath tickled your ear as he whispered those familiar words.

"Ever thy. Ever mine. Ever ours." You melted into him, gazing into his hazelnut eyes, now filled with sincerity and regret. It was the same quote you had signed each letter you sent him with, a constant reminder of your love for him. 

"Y-You read them? You-" Your voice trembled with emotion as you tried to comprehend his actions.

He had read them all, despite wanting to push you away and make you forget about him. A pang of regret shot through his voice as he continued, "I wanted to break your heart and make you hate me, to erase myself from your life. And for that, I am deeply sorry. I have read every word, every letter, written with nothing but love and anguish from your hand and soul." Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you realized how much he had suffered silently, just like you.

Tears glistened in his eyes as he repeated, "I-am-sorry," his voice cracking with raw and intense emotion. 

You gently pressed your lips against his swollen ones, the warmth of your touch bringing a sense of comfort to his beautiful face adorned with scattered freckles.

"You're forgiven." You whispered softly.

👉 It was Sebastian's turn >:)

👉 And in B&W because I did not feel like coloring today

[ima-yehet-you-in-the-face]

I've never seen a fandom so filled to the brim with smut like the jujutsu kaisen fandom 😭😭 absolute filth.

I love it.

[lilquokka04]

🖤Toys Sub Skz Would Like🖤

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-warnings- smut, sub skz, shitton of toys, anal and otherwise, filth so be prepared

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Chan

His favorite would probably be cuffs or a cockring. Gets so whiny and turned on knowing he can't touch you and he has to take whatever you give him. Loves when you tease and degrade him about how much he likes to be dominated. Will bust if you call him a pillow prince or useless pup. Loves feeling like your toy as he fucks you with a cockring on. Crying and begging you to take it off so he can cum with you and fill you up.

Leeknow

For sure loves anal play so im gonna say a classic dildo or anal beads. Once he realized how good it felt to finger himself he ordered a variety of dildos to fuck himself with. Loves when you catch him and punish him by making him bounce on one til hes a crying mess. You surprise him with anal beads for his birthday and his favorite reward is when you fuck him with it and overstimulate his cock.

Changbin

Im a firm believer of sensitive nipple binnie so nipple clamps or a dildo. The moment you realized how much he liked his nipples being played with you ordered some clamps for him. He would be in tears the first time you ride him with them on, occassionally tugging on them just to hear him whine. Also a big fan of bouncing on a dildo as you watch him and touch yourself or tell him how pretty he looks. Would be down to try a double-ended dildo.

Hyunjin

Definitely likes to be edged/overstimulated so he enjoys using a vibrator or cock ring. Cries from pure pleasure when you use a vibrator and will 100% cum if you tease his pretty hole with it. He can't tell whether its a reward or punishment when you use one on him. Loves when you also use a vibrator on yourself while tears are streming down his face from the pleasure. Absolutely hates (loves) when you make him wear a cockring as a punishment, can't sit still and constantly whines about how mean you are and how he needs to cum.

Han

Baby is too sensitive to endure a vibrator but he loves his ass being played with so dildos and fleshlights are his favorite. Super shy at first about asking you to fuck him but turns into the biggest pervert and slut for dildos. Becomes the biggest sub when you stretch out his ass. Probably sits there with his cheek pressed against the pillow as drool spills out. He gets super turned on when you make him fuck a fleshlight and watch, calling him pathetic and a disgusting pervert. Only to go and fuck his ass while he fucks the toy.

Felix

I feel like he would try anything you wanted cuz hes an angel but he personally likes fleshlights and dildos. I see him as pretty shy when it comes to ass play but gives it a try cuz you wanted it. Ends up liking it enough to ask you to fuck him when his hand doesn't work. Loves when you use a strapon cuz it makes him feel closer to you. Also one to enjoy fucking a fleshlight while you finger or use a toy on yourself. Whines and begs you to touch him or let him fill you up.

Seungmin

He would probably be hesitant to use toys at first but grows to like butt plugs and restraints. Im sorry but I can totally imagine him being a total sub in the way that he already has anal toys and likes to stretch himself out a lot. Likes to buy pretty ones to show you so you can call him pretty names as you fuck him. Becomes extra vocal when you take away his sight or his ability to move. Really sensitive and always cums fast when he's all tied up.

Jeongin

Shy baby would probably like to play with restraints and fleshlights. Really wanted to explore restraints after you held his hands above his head and smothered him with your tits while you grinded on his hard on. Loves when you use him like a toy while hes tied up and cant do anything, using him like your personal fucktoy. Gets so hard when you humiliate him by making him fuck a fleshlight in front of a mirror. Restraining him and making him buck his hips up into it makes him feel so useless and pathetic.

@conwunder 🖤

[peachdues]

Thinking about @dhorrl’s comment on my Sanemi vs. No-Nut November ask and how he feasibly could last the month, but come midnight on December 1, he’s ready to BURST and you’re about to be stuck in bed for the week.

And I’m cracking up thinking about you, being shaken awake, only to see Sanemi hovering over you like this because he’s about to give payback like you will not believe

[jaerie]

Hot Hearts (E, 2k) by jaerie

Louis and Harry have something special planned for Valentine’s Day. Harry is ready to permanently wear Louis’ brand so everyone will know who he belongs to.

[devil-in-hiding]

many many many thoughts

[heylorrain]

[6] Sebastian is a little jealous 😛

Thank You so much for supporting their naughty FF! I’d a blast writing them, and to see that you guys enjoy them too makes my day!

👉Ominis 🔞: Serpents at the library

👉 Sebastian 🔞: A proper apology

Toodaloo! 🫶

[starquestingfordrarry]

Fic Rec

Dirty Talk by @b-vul, @jtimu, @rainstormradish, @apricitydays-lazynights

Rating: M Length: 3k Tags: Est. Relationship, Cottagecore, Gardening, PUNS (the tags themselves are a work of art) Summary: “So, I’ve made the bed.” Harry stands next to Draco, hands on his hips, looking down at the freshly turned earth. “Is that what it’s called? A bed?” Draco looks sceptical. "That’s what Neville said.” "Okay, so, one bed. Check. It’s already ploughed, right? Ready and waiting for it?” Draco is desperate to improve his chances for the prestigious Marrow of the Year award, but Neville’s gardening instructions are almost impenetrable.

Do you like puns? Do you want a fic absolutely STUFFED with them? Do you wanna laugh so hard the people around you wonder if you're sane? Read this work of absolute genius.

[duchessdepolignaca03]

several sentences Sunday - except its 500 filthy crack words

It wouldn't be a Several Sentences Sunday if I wasn't posting on technically Monday morning, and if it wasn't much longer than several sentences. Thank you for the tag @onthewaytosomewhere @sparklepocalypse @priincebutt @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @taste-thewaste. I'm not going to tag anyone else because its MONDAY.

I seriously contemplated posting some bullets for my interview assignment just to troll/bore everyone. But after my work computer died, I decided to put my brain to better, less productive uses. And this is what happened to answer the question: What if Alex is a journalist who is tasked with confirming a scoop that Prince Henry is gay as a maypole?

It's 500 words. I don't know if there's more to this. Probably not. So I'm going to post it here and decide whether to post it on A03 later.

Warning: EXPLICIT and Spicy! This is the spiritual sequel to "Pull It, Sir, Prize" I suppose, with far less gloriously unhinged vocabulary.

This is the story of how Alex Claremont-Diaz found himself doing a Grand Plie at the end of a kitchen island in Kensington Palace, eating the deliciously majestic ass of His Royal Highness, Prince Henry of Wales. 

HRH is making the most obscene sounds as he fellates a cornetto, licking it from cone tip to the top of the rapidly disappearing mound of strawberry ice cream. Alex watches from his vantage view between the Prince’s legs, though his view is partially obscured by the enormity of the Prince’s cock. His Royal Cock (HRC, for short), by the way, is wet with precum and Alex’s saliva from when Alex was the one doing the fellating. The HRC, not the cornetto - the latter of which is objectively less delicious than the former.

Alex’s own WCC (Working Class Cock), is sadly helpless and lacking for friction besides the kiss of the cold marble. It twitches when HRH starts lewdly licking the cornetto drippings from his unexpectedly and hornifingly muscular forearm. Alex squeezes his glutes to steady himself, but they are burning with effort, especially as they are already slightly sore from the brutal spanking HRH had given him in the backseat of his opulent Rolls-Royce. 

Better speed this up, he thinks, before he comes untouched or his knees and glutes give out from the uncomfortable position. He presses down on HRH’s prostate with his finger as he licks broad stripes with the flat of his tongue along HRH’s perineum, giving him some dizzying internal and external stimulation.  He’d found the Royal P-Spot a while ago, but stimulated it sparingly out of a desire not to see the cornetto flung into his hair by the overly aroused Prince. 

It’s clear he’s made the right call when the cornetto does get flung across the room as HRH’s orgasm rips through him, HRH shouting obscenities that only makes Alex work harder, like the sadist he is. When he’s come down enough, HRH wipes the cum off his own belly with the flat of his palm, then shoves that hand through Alex’s curls, gripping tightly and pulling Alex up to face him. Rude. And filthy. Turns out Alex liked that.

“So, does this confirm you’re gay then?” Alex asks, grinning cockily. How HRH still manages to look imperious is beyond him, especially when he barely seems able to catch his breath. Alex takes a moment to wipe his face with a wet-wipe and rinse out his mouth with some whitewash. They learned from Round Two. Breath smelling minty fresh, he walks to the other end of the kitchen island to place an upside down kiss on HRH’s “dictionary definition of dick-sucking” lips. 

“I’m still not sure. I think I’ll need at least four more go-rounds to make sure before we put it on the record.”  “Four rounds? Let’s make it five. For the sake of journalistic integrity.” “Well, in that case, if it’s for the sake of journalistic integrity, we should make it at least ten sex sessions, and two romantic dates. We’re going to get you that Pulitzer Prize for Investigative Journalism, baby.” 

“Deal.”

[lootzest]

Heads, Constant

Maybe I should let this marinate a little longer but I've started and abandoned multiple bits of smut this month and now I've finished one I just want to bite the bullet and post it.

SO this is my first bit of absolute filth, tread gently because you tread on my filth etc.

Robert and Rosalind play a game (and then fuck.) OBVIOUSLY nsfw.

“You already undressed.”

She was sitting on the edge of their bed, her back to him, brushing her hair. Through the thin fabric of her nightdress, he could just trace her soft edges, normally fixed and firm by the clothes she had already cast off.

“You object?”

“Only to my timing.” He pulled his jacket off, followed by his waistcoat. Rosalind glanced back, her eyes lingering on his deft fingers unpicking the knot of his tie. Those layers shed, he checked his trouser pockets for the detritus of the day; how often he had pulled out crumpled notes, short lengths of wire, endless bloody handkerchiefs. His hand landed on something cold - a silver dollar.

He tossed the coin off his thumb and caught it on the back of one hand, covering it with the other.

“Heads constant, tails variable.” He lifted his hand from it.  “Heads.”

“Fingerprints.”

“Hair.”

“A little obvious, don’t you think?”

He tossed the coin again.

“Variable.” She paused; her withering commentary had set the bar high for her next answer.

“Broke left wrist aged eight.”

“Broke right wrist aged eight.” Robert wrapped his fingers round said wrist as he undid his shift cuffs. “And much worse off, that’s both our dominant hand.”

“We aren’t doing constants.”

“Alright then, constant, both right-handed.” He shrugged off his braces and removed his shirt. Rosalind continued brushing her hair. “It’s your turn.”

“You didn’t toss the coin for that one.”

“Variable, Rosalind is incorrigible.”

“That’s not true.” She turned to smile wickedly at him. “That’s a constant.”

“You wound me. I am wounded.” He knelt behind her on the bed and took the hairbrush from her, brushing her hair with a gentler hand than she used herself.

“Variable, hair.”

“You already listed that under constants.”

“Yes but yours is nicer.”

“Nice is not a standard unit of measurement.” He stroked his fingers through the strands, catching his fingertips on her neck, tracing a line of the flecks that dotted her shoulder.

“Constant and variable, freckles.”

She tapped the top of her shoulder and a particularly dark scattering.

“Only I have these ones.”

“But we both have the same grouping on our inner left thigh.” He leaned in closer to her. “Although only Rosalind squeaks when the other bites it.” His teeth grazed against her neck. She pointedly made no noise although he detected an added intensity to her exhale. 

“You appear to be changing the game in play.”

“Only introducing new rules.” He set the hairbrush aside and ran a slow trail of kisses across her shoulder, pushing the strap of her nightgown down when it got in his way. “Constant, both devastatingly attractive.”

“Obviously. Variable, primary and secondary sex characteristics.” Robert laughed against her bare shoulder.

“Rosalind, how am I to control myself when you use such filthy language?”

“Are we playing Constants and Variables or are we seducing one another?”

“Both. It’s a very clever game.” Robert moved his hands across her, his palms skimming over her breasts, his fingertips floating across her collarbone. “But you are correct; variable, Robert has a strong, broad, manly chest that his sister finds utterly compelling, and Rosalind has the loveliest breasts in Columbia.” With this, he took her breasts in his hands and squeezed them, his thumbs running down to pinch at her nipples.

“And you’ve seen many breasts in Columbia to make this assertion?” They could both feel her nipples hardening under his touch but she still wouldn’t give in that easily.

“Must you make this so hard for me?”

Rosalind reached behind her to feel the front of his trousers.

“It does seem to be quite hard, doesn’t it?”

“That’s it!” he said, and he took her by the shoulders and pushed her onto her back, with mock roughness, kneeling over her, pinning her to the bed. He held her arms and dragged messy kisses across her shoulders and chest, then, as she tried to get her breath back, licked the side of her neck with the point of his tongue.

“Robert, that tickles!” she said in outrage.

“Variable, Rosalind is ticklish.” He did it again; she squirmed under him.

“Variable, Robert is terribly mean.”

“Rosalind is constantly mean.” Robert pulled his undershirt over his head. Rosalind bit her lip at the sight of the slight sheen of sweat across his chest and shoulders. He was right, not that she would admit it in words; his body fascinated her. Where her flesh was soft and yielding, his chest was a wide, firm plane she could press her open palms against and feel her heart beating within. 

She reached up for him, pulling him back down to her, finding his mouth with hers. She kissed him hungrily, easing his lips apart with her tongue, chasing his. His hands found her nightdress at her sides; he drew it up her body, exposing the apex of her legs. To everyone else she was so proper, so formal and rigid and he revelled in seeing her, half-dressed, her skin flushing at his touch, a secret only they shared. 

“Why am I still wearing trousers?” He scrabbled at the buttons, losing his balance slightly and rolling off her onto the bed.

“Must be a variable.” Rosalind stroked his chest while he pulled his trousers and underwear off.

“And why are you still wearing anything at all?” Robert threw the last of his clothes onto the floor, creases be damned. He grabbed at her, pulling her to him, his erection pressing insistently, thrillingly against her stomach. His desire was never anything but total; he wanted her so much and it made her feel alive, an electric circuit completing when they made contact. He pulled her nightgown off; he looked as thrilled as he did the first time she let him see her naked, an awed grin that was soon pressed against her body.

His mouth was at her breasts, her stomach, and then between her legs, his tongue opening her, her knees falling wide for him. She moaned as his tongue flicked over her clit, sucking gently at her. He moved to a particular spot on her inner left thigh and nipped at it with his teeth. She squealed as he sucked at her flesh, marking her for him - although the matching set of freckles on his leg already did so.

“See” – he kissed the spot, soothing the red mark he had left behind – “I told you you squeaked.” He crawled back up to, letting her taste the trace of her wetness on his tongue.

“Constant,” he said between urgent kisses. “I constantly want you.”

“That’s not what that means.” She sucked hard on his earlobe.

“Alright, we both constantly want each other.”

“Better.”

He slid the head of his cock against her slit.

“Variable. I am very hard and you are very, very wet.”

“Robert, there’s no need to be–” but the end of her sentence was lost to a cry of pleasure as he plunged into her. Nothing in either world he had inhabited felt as right as being buried deep within her. They had lost whole nights to slow burning passion, trying to put themselves back together as one, but this would not be one of them; Rosalind was rolling her hips against his thrusts, already whimpering in a way that suggested neither would last long.

Their hands met as they both instinctively reached between them to stroke her clit. 

“Shall I toss a coin?” Robert panted through a smirk. Rosalind, her eyelids heavy with pleasure, smiled luxuriously and withdrew her hand, letting Robert do the work. She lay back, her arms above her head, her breasts on even finer display. His brows knitted together, his breath shaking with lust and he was pounding into her, his thumb pressed against where she needed him.

Twin tension coiled deep within them both as they got closer, their breath growing more ragged in unison. He growled against her neck, his movements becoming messier, less precise, and with one more jerk against her, they were coming, together. If either could speak they would have called it another constant but Rosalind was arching against her brother, crying out, and Robert’s face was buried in her shoulder, gasping her name.

Through half closed eyes she could not see the edges between their bodies. They were one form, flowing together, a tangle of limbs, her hair flowing out under both their heads. He kept his arms around her as he lay back down on the mattress. He liked to hold her. She liked to be held. Another variable.

He combed his fingers through her tousled hair.

“Would you like it brushed again?” She shook her head. That would involve not being in his arms and, anyway, she could feel sleep creeping over them both. He kissed the top of her head.

“I love you,” he murmured. 

“Constant.”

[theunbearableweightofpedropascal]

Revenge, a dish best served cold

AN: I'm still a beginner so there's probably tons of mistakes. Very self-indulgent. I hope y'all like it. :)

Summary: Benny is the love of your dear sister's life but all bets are off when she fucks your boyfriend.

Word Count: 5.3K

One of the perks of working in a bookstore was that you got free reign of the newly delivered books, as long as your manager didn’t find out. Not that Randy would really care but it'd be better to keep your transgressions to yourself. Combing through the romance section you look for anything that would spark your interest. But after looking them up and checking reviews you don’t see yourself reading any of them. 

The loud chime of the bell atop the door alerts you that it’s time to get back to the front desk. Walking up you see a middle aged woman who immediately starts toward the stacks, so you wait for her. You notice she’s been over in the romance section too long and approach. 

“Is there anything I can help you with?” You ask in a perfected customer service voice.

“Oh yes actually my book club is planning on reading ‘It Ends With Us’ by Colleen Hoover '' You fight the urge to grimace at the mention of that author and help her locate where it is. Even though the avid reader in you wants to point her in a better direction. After checking her out you manage to sneak a peek at your phone and see you have 7 minutes until closing. 

With the hope of no more customers you start preparing everything to close. You grab your bag and bid Randy goodnight, heading to your car a few blocks down from the store. As you decompress you check your phone notifications. Your boyfriend Kevin informed you that he’d be busy preparing for a mock trial coming up, so he can’t do anything. Your sister Vanessa has plans to bar hop and spend the night with her friends. Not wanting to spend the night alone, you make your way to the nearest grocery store. 

You pick up wine and the ingredients to make Kevin’s favorite broccoli cheddar soup. He may be cramming but he wouldn’t resist you cooking for him. You’d be content just being around him. Making your way to Kevin's, your excitement grows because you felt like there was a distance between you. You weren’t sure why, probably the stress from him being in law school or maybe his parents. But either way you were determined to take care of him tonight and make him feel appreciated. 

You park across the street and fluff up your appearance before getting out along with the groceries. Walking towards his door you’re stunned, what shocks you is your sister's car in the driveway. You know it’s hers too because of her bumper stickers. She was supposed to be with friends so why is her car here? Especially since they both claimed to be busy. Confusion morphs into fear making you stop and think, you don’t believe that either would betray you. 

But two opposing sides of yourself are fighting, on one hand maybe he’s talking to her about proposing. But you already had that talk, you weren’t ready and he’s still in law school. It’s not like they were close, if something was going on she’d come to you. Everytime they were together you were there but maybe that wasn’t true either. What other reason would she be here? To plan a surprise birthday party even though your birthday just passed. Soon you lose hope in the two people that you truly trust. The fighting ceases once you realize there really is no other explanation. 

Still you can’t or rather don't want to believe it even if it’s staring you in the face. You cautiously weigh your options. Ultimately you know what’s going on behind the door, no matter how deep you wish to suppress it. You pull out the key he gave you and unlock the door to step inside. You drop the bags when you see her shoes. Fears you didn’t know you had have now become true.

You take a moment before walking further. The living room is empty with his books and notes scattered on the table. As you come closer you see Nessa’s purse on the loveseat. The evidence becomes damning. Nearing the stairs, you hear a repetitive thump. Your heart drops to your stomach and your hand shakily covers your mouth. Forcing yourself to climb the steps knowing that each step brings your inevitable heartbreak is one of the hardest things you’ve done. 

Once you reach the top of the stairs it’s undeniable, you recognize those grunts and groans. You hear Nessa’s voice. Your stomach curls in disgust, of all the people he could have chosen it had to be her. It was already bad enough you had insecurities but to have everything you were insecure about be totally correct, you’re not sure how to come back from this. You don’t need the visual confirmation, that would be too much. You just need to get out of there. Running down the stairs you don’t care how much noise you make. You grab your bag and slam the door, you keep a brisk pace not wanting to be cornered into talking to one of them. You would probably throw up if you didn’t have an empty stomach.

Inside your car everything is blurry when you rub your eyes you realize it’s tears. You could feel the sob you want to let out clawing its way through your chest and up your throat. It sits there like a heavy weight making your breathing scarce. You don’t have time to dwell so you start your car and begin to pull off. From your peripheral you see the front door fly open, you sneak a glance and see Kevin in just his boxers waving his hands and shouting. You press on the gas before he could make it to the car. 

You only drive for a short distance and pull into a park to let out the sob that had been lodged in your throat. The already stiff air was filled with non-stop buzzing. Phone calls and text messages but they soon realized you wouldn’t pick up the phone and resorted to just texts. You sat there with dried snot on your sweater and throbbing eyes wondering where it went wrong, in both relationships. Were you not enough for Kev? Did you do something to slight Vanessa and didn’t know it? 

Texts from Kevin and Vanessa show they are both still trying to apologize. As if an apology will fix what they did. Kevin swears it was the first time and a mistake, you don’t think your eyes could roll further into your head. Vanessa alleges that it was a “lapse of judgment” and that your “sisters”. Something about that just makes you want to get violent, if you were truly “sisters” she wouldn’t of fucking done what she did. She wouldn’t have contributed to one of the most hurtful betrayals. You didn’t expect Kevin to cheat but you could’ve gotten over it, Vanessa on the other hand you really were blindsided by what she did. That’s the part that stings. Boyfriends come and go but your sister is supposed to have your back, help you get through it not be part of the cause. 

With your thoughts becoming too much you start the car again and put on some music that would fit your situation. Mitski. You make the drive to your apartment but stop at a gas station to pick up some cheap wine that’ll put you to sleep. You walk in and the bright lights make your sensitive eyes throb even more. While browsing through the selections you think about how your night went so far left. It brings a fresh set of tears to your eyes, you take that as a sign to grab the biggest bottle and head to the cashier. 

“Bad day huh?” He says with a slight grimace after looking at your appearance.

“A charmer” You deadpan. “Do you have any Raw rolling papers?”

He nods asking if “You got I.D.?” then looks at you with suspicion. So you pull out your I.D. for him to investigate. You put on a sarcastic smile when he’s looking back and forth to give the full effect. He hands your license back and adds the rolling paper to the bag, handing it to you after you pay.

Arriving at your door you barely have the will to unlock it, your emotional exhaustion catching up. Once you're inside you head for your wine opener not caring that you haven’t eaten since your lunch break. At least you’ll get drunk faster. But you know you can’t cook right now so you go to pull up ubereats only to see a multitude of messages and missed calls from your sister and soon to be ex. You text them both that they need to stay away from you until you’re ready to talk. You immediately go to mute them so you don’t get the notifications anymore. 

Once you’ve put in your order your thoughts drift back to what could’ve prompted this. You could feel him pulling away emotionally but you perceived it as stress. Never did you think Kevin would do something like this. He could’ve dumped you then went after Nessa and you would’ve been ok, eventually. But now they’ve scarred you in a way that is unforgivable. How would Kevin like it if you fucked his brother or sister? Would Nessa feel the same as you if fucked one of her exes?

Suddenly the light bulb in your head goes off. Benjamin Miller, Benny for short. The one man that your sister wanted to be with forever, except he wasn’t the commitment type. Oh the amount of times she came to you saying that she would be the one to fix that. Only to come crying to you about how she keeps trying but he won’t budge. You told her how it was a bad idea going into a relationship wanting to change someone. Especially when she knew exactly what she would be getting into. 

Benny was the hottest guy in school when your sister was in highschool and by the time you reached high school people were still talking about him. Benny knew he was hot too so he never wanted to be tied down long, Vanessa stupidly believed she was the key. One of those ‘oh but I can fix him’ attitudes. Even at 9 years old you knew better. She and him were on and off throughout high school although it was never as a couple. He must’ve got tired of her constantly trying to change him cause after graduation Benny broke things off for good. He told her he couldn’t be what she needed so they were better off separate. Then he went off to the army with his brother.

She was inconsolable. Refused to leave her bedroom for weeks until your mom made her come downstairs to eat with the family. She never truly got over him, even now the guys she dated had a likeness to Benny himself. Which really confuses you on why she went for Kev when they were opposites. But you knew if you really wanted to hurt her and Kevin simultaneously he was your key. 

You started on instagram, that would tell you what you needed to know. You type in ‘Benjamin Miller’ only to come up short, not losing hope you input ‘Benny’ instead. Lo and behold it’s him, the profile picture is small and he’s aged a bit but it definitely is him. You look through his page and find he is single with two dogs and he does MMA. He must have good stamina. You linger a little longer on the shirtless pics than necessary but you can’t help it. You see why your sister lost all sense of decorum when it came to him. 

In the midst of your lurking you end up like one of his oldest photos. From 2015. Although your handle wasn’t your name you were easily identifiable by your profile picture. However this is what you wanted so you decide to just follow him. It was a little past 10 so he should still be up. In the meantime you dive deeper into your wine. Your phone pings and you dive for it, but it’s just your food being delivered. Disappointed, you pick up your Chinese from the hallway and upack it while browsing the TV. 

After chugging half the bottle you get your rolling papers from the bag and roll two joints. While out on the balcony you smoke and allow the warmth & fuzziness to take over. You go through your instagram deleting every picture with Kevin and Nessa. It’s an hour later when you see the notification that he requested to follow you back. 

You immediately accept the request knowing the copious amount of wine mixed with weed is pushing shame and decorum to the back of your head. After you accept his request he likes an old picture of yours. You decide to cut the bullshit and just DM him. Though you have no idea how to broach the subject you bite the bullet. 

“This will sound odd but I promise I’m not crazy. I just caught my ex-boyfriend fucking my sister, aka your ex Vanessa. The reason I contacted you was because you’re like the love of her life and I know for a fact it would crush her if I slept with you or just say I did and you corroborate it. As you can see I’m really fucking desperate here.” You press send however you see the mistake you made with the last sentence and prepare for more word vomit. 

“Not that sleeping with you would be a bad thing and I would be desperate to do that, I meant I’m desperate for revenge and I would very much enjoy sex with you I think. Unless you don’t want to” You nervously start chewing your lip in anticipation of his answer. Worried that maybe your plan won’t pan out and you may have to actually deal with the fallout sooner than later. Through your overthinking you almost miss his response.

“That’s definitely an ice breaker, however I’m more than willing to help you. I never could say no to pretty girls like you. ” His reply has your mouth drop wide open in sheer shock that he didn’t automatically block you after that. Once you register what he said, heat floods your face. 

“You know I already want to have sex with you you don’t have to butter me up” You don’t need him to feed you bullshit lines. 

“You know if you hadn’t attacked me first I was going to ask you out.” He makes you laugh, a genuine laugh that makes your head fly back.

“Well I didn't mean to pounce on you but I can’t say I regret it. We should meet first yk to avoid catfishing and stuff. Would you want to maybe grab coffee with me” You cringe at how awkward you sound even through text. 

“Sure for ‘catfishing and stuff’ purposes, if you wanted to take me up on the date you could've just said so sweetheart.” 

The pair of you come up with the plan to meet at a cafe not too far from you tomorrow afternoon. You leave the conversation at that and go back to your room in search of what you’ll wear. You decide on a white v-neck and barely appropriate shorts to go with some white sneakers. Simple enough that it won’t look like you tried but still enough to draw his eye. 

You head to the shower to sober up a bit before laying down and end up letting the hot water just run all over you. You moisturize after getting out and head to bed. The wine helps lull you into a peaceful sleep you wouldn’t have gotten otherwise.

…………………..

You wake up extra early to prepare yourself for this meeting, this plan is basically your motivation right now. Upon putting on your outfit you decide to apply a nice blush to your cheeks to liven your face. Mascara and eyeliner follow suit to balance any remaining puffiness out. You double check that you have everything before grabbing your tote bag and leaving. The closer you get the more nervous you are, but it’s the excited kind of nervous. 

The jingle of the bell above the cafe door must alert Benny you’re here, you don’t even get a chance to look around before he’s calling your name. You look in his direction to see him waving and smiling at you, so you reciprocate the action too. He picked a table in the back probably for more privacy. As you get closer he stands up to greet you, something you didn't expect. He may only be wearing a red band tee and some jeans but his shoulders stretch the shirt in a way that has your mouth watering and cunt clenching. His tall frame towers over you, and if you didn’t have size kink before you sure as hell do now. But his eyes are what really hold your interest, the pretty sky blues framed by his long lashes make him even more stunning in person. 

You’re so nervous by the time you reach him you put your hand out to shake his, only for him to smack it away and pull you into a hug. Your face is pressed into his muscular chest while his arms wrap around your hips. His cologne makes you take a deep inhale before you can stop yourself, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He pulls away to peer down at you. 

“I figured you needed a hug after y’know everything” his deep voice is bringing that tingly feeling back to your stomach. Feeling grateful you give him a soft smile as thanks before removing your arms from his side. He pulls out your chair for you before taking his seat. You notice two drinks and a bunch of creamer and sugar. “Oh I wasn’t sure what kind of coffee you drink so I just got black and some creamer.” He says with a nervous smile. 

“Some?” you tease him, he smiles back at you sheepishly.

“I wasn’t sure which flavor you’d like.” he defends himself while scratching the back of his neck.

“Well thank you I appreciate it.” you say beaming at him. You begin prepping your coffee the way you like, and start drinking it while admiring Benny before he catches you. “So,” you clear your throat “are you sure you want to do this, you can totally back out I know it sounds insane”

You don’t expect him to gently clasp your hand and rub circles on it before saying, “I already told you I’m all for it. Honestly I dont know what I’d do if my brother did what Vanessa did, it’s fucked up so however you need me to help I’m here.” His gaze portrays how genuine he’s being.   

No longer able to hold his intense stare you look down and bite your lip, waiting for your butterflies to subside. You take your available hand and sip some more coffee before asking, “So why don’t you have a girlfriend with all this charm?”

“Serious relationships are time consuming and I just didn’t have time to maintain them properly. I think that could change soon though.” You felt the double meaning in his answer, and your cheeks become hot without the help of coffee.

“People say it’s a bad idea to jump from one relationship to the next.” You give him a pointed look.

“Well it’s a good thing patience is one of the fundamental things they teach you in the army isn’t it.” He smiles at his cheekiness and in turn so do you. “Not to ruin the moment but how exactly are we doing this revenge thing?” He asks.

You grimace before responding. “I’m stumped there too, just saying it isn’t satisfying, a sex tape would be too vulgar and there’s a risk it could be passed around. Plus you seem nice but we still don’t know each other. A picture doesn’t feel like enough I need them to know what it felt like to walk into something like that-” 

Benny cuts off your rambling, “Then why not have them walk in on us like you did them. You text them to come to your place and ‘work things out’ only to find us fucking.” 

“I actually really like that idea” Scheming with Benny may just become your favorite hobby. 

“How much did you like it, like do I get a kiss?” He straightens himself up before continuing. “I mean we’re gonna be doing it anyways so might as well.”

You lean over to give him a peck on the lips but he keeps your head there by holding your neck. His soft lips carefully move along with yours, taking your lead. While caressing his arm you tilt your head to the right so your nose doesn’t get in the way. Anybody walking past would think you two were a couple meeting up for coffee. You pull away first fearing that you were getting too carried away.

Benny leans back with a shit eating grin. He licks his lips and looks at you, “Mmm what flavor is that? Strawberry?” liking the way your lips tasted.

…………………..

The plan was in motion and you already texted Kevin and Vanessa that you were ready to talk and hear them out. Was this a healthy way to process your emotions? No. You should probably talk this out with a professional however this seems like it’ll make you feel better. Plus it’s free.  All you have to do now is get ready.

After checking over yourself in the mirror you appreciate the way that the two piece red lingerie looks on you. The bra hugs your tits perfectly allowing them to look their absolute best. The thong leaves nothing to the imagination which is something you’re sure Benny would appreciate.Though the garter belt cinches your waist in a way that gives you confidence you haven't felt lately. You top your ‘outfit’ off with a bright red lipstain to match.

Your doorbell sounds and you know it’s Benny. Surprisingly he’s been really helpful to you throughout all this, texting and calling to check up on you. He’s a lot different than you perceived him to be but you’re glad he proved you wrong. You grab your robe and tie it before opening the door to let Benny in. He doesn’t hesitate to pull you into a hug only this time it’s far less innocent due to his hands rubbing your ass and squeezing it in appreciation. 

“I swear you get prettier and prettier every time I see you. How are you feeling hm?” He rubs his hand up and down your sides making the butterflies in your stomach go further and further down. 

“I’m excited actually, is that weird?” Your hands find themselves resting atop his broad shoulders that are covered by a tracksuit. 

“Yeah you’re just excited to be using my precious body for your revenge.” He’s only joking but you still stand on your toes and gently press your lips to his. He presses your body to his as close as he can get it while molding his lips to yours. The heat from his body makes you want more; you gently bite at his bottom lip eliciting a beautiful groan from him. Moving your hand from his shoulder to the back of his neck you gently pull at his hair forcing him to part his lips. You go to slip your tongue in but Benny pulls away causing you to whine. 

He bends down next to your ear to whisper, “You gonna let me see what’s under here?” you respond ‘yes’ breathlessly. Your heart races while he unties your robe, you study his face and how concentrated he is for this little task. Once he gets the robe untied his eyes quickly look back up at you and you see his pupils blown wide, the pretty blue in his eyes barely visible. 

His hands grab your hips and lift you up without any effort. Your legs wrap around his waist while your hands find purchase on his shoulders. He lays you down on your couch so he can kneel in front of you keeping your legs apart. He doesn’t take his eyes off your body while telling you, “You look so beautiful baby I almost don’t wanna take it off.” As much as you enjoy the praise you need him to do something, “Benny please, I need you.” and you can’t help the way you mewl. 

That’s all he needed to hear before pulling your thong off and pocketing it for later. His big, meaty hands are placed behind your knees so he can put your knees to your chest and lick a flat stripe up your slit. His tongue teases you by narrowly avoiding the place you want him most, causing your cunt to clench in need. It’s all too much but not enough at the same time your hands grip at your cushion hoping to ease some tension. He finally allows his tongue to lick inside you looking for your sweet spot, he knows he found it after your hips buck involuntarily. He groans into you causing you to moan from the vibrations you feel. 

Benny pushes his face even deeper causing his nose to rub against your clit in the most delicious way. Between him flicking that gushy spot in you and his nose you tell him, “Right there, keep it just.. just like that.” even you can hear how desperate you sound. He actually follows your instruction and doesn’t fuck up his rhythm causing your head to fall back limp. You can feel your juices mixed with his spit dripping and making a wet spot under you. He must feel how much it is since he starts lapping at your pussy. His hands remove themselves from your knees allowing you to freely grind your hips. You run your fingers through his hair and grip it to bring him impossibly closer. His mouth moves from your slit to clit so quickly, all you can do is babble nonsense and rock into his face. 

You feel your orgasm rising slowly, the feeling expanding until it explodes while you rock your hips into his face. Your stomach clenches and unclenches until your ride out your high on his face. Slumping back in the chair you catch your breath before pulling Benny up by his face to give him a kiss as thanks. You can taste yourself on his lips and on his tongue, Benny takes this time to unhook your bra and take it off. He moves from your lips to your neck, sucking and licking enough to leave a mark. 

You push him back and go to stand up so he can sit on the coach. This time you’re kneeling in front of him, rubbing your hands on his thick thighs until you reach the waistband of his shorts. After pulling them down his cock springs up leaking pre-cum, you take the time to look at it and note the pretty pink tip. A long vein going from tip to base and looks as if it’s throbbing you get excited when you see it curves downward. Looking up at him you note the flush in his face and kiss his inner thighs which has him sucking in a breath. 

You start off licking his vein from base to tip and swirling your tongue around. His hips begin to buck slightly as if he’s trying to hold himself back, except you don’t want that. Your lips wrap around his tip and suck as you go as low as you can. His groans only encourage you to take as much of him as possible. Since you only make it about halfway you use your hand to cup his heavy balls while you bob your head up and down.

“You’re doing so good pretty girl, fucking perfect mouth.” his head is thrown back and his hands gripping your poor cushions so hard his veins are popping out. You placed his hands on the back of your head giving him permission to fuck your face. He wastes no time gripping your hair and pushing your head down to meet his hips moaning at the warmth of your mouth. 

He stands up to have better leverage and begins an even rougher pace with his balls slapping against your chin with each thrust. Soon enough your spit is dripping down your chin while you service him. You grip his ass and nuzzle your nose in his pubic hair making his hips stutter at your sudden movement. He’s panting when he pulls out of your mouth and lifts you up to stand. 

“Need you on your hands and knees.” You spare no time and do exactly as he requested. With you facing the door he came in behind you placing his hand on your back so your arch can He continues to push himself in deeper allowing you time to adjust to him. However you don’t need much time since you’re clenching around him begging for more, and he obliges you. His hips begin snapping against your ass leaving you panting like a bitch in heat. All that could be heard in the living room is skin slapping against each other. Between his hips snapping to meet your ass, and his balls slapping your lips you don’t know which is driving you more crazy. 

You can’t help but to throw your ass back at the same pace as him causing him to let out the most sinful moan you’ve heard. You hear your door open and snap your head up to catch the look on their faces. Kevin walks in with Vanessa but they stop short when they see what’s actually happening. As terrible as it sounds seeing the heartbroken look on each of their faces paired with Benny’s unforgiving pace had you gushing all over your couch, Benny’s abs, and even wet up his balls. He rewards you by bringing his hand down on your ass and telling you you’re such a “good girl” for getting his dick so wet unlike anyone else. 

That must have triggered something in Vanessa because with tearful eyes she calls you a, “Fucking bitch” that went too far. Kevin’s face morphs from disheartened to disgusted agreeing with Vanessa that you did take it, “too far”. Like you care. They leave and slam your door on the way out but that doesn’t mean Benny is done with you. He pulls out and stands you up so he can lift you onto his hips. 

“Wanna see that pretty face when I cum.” he explains while lining himself up to go back inside you. Your nails dig into his hard shoulders once you feel him slipping in and out of you. The intense eye contact has you clenching down on him so much there’s probably a white ring on his cock thanks to you. You know he’s close when he starts rutting into you with no thought other than stuffing you full. You desperately bring his lips to yours while he empties his load into you. He moans in your mouth while sliding out of you, causing you to hiss at the emptiness.

Benny releases you to the ground but your knees buck causing Benny to keep you in his arms. He walks you to your bed and lays you down before going into your bathroom. He comes out with a warm towel to help clean you up, you’re too tired to do much of anything except stare at Benny. He cleans himself up next before coming to lay next to you telling you to rest. You lay your head on his chest and let his heartbeat lull you into a well-deserved nap. 

[a-hearts-a-heavy-burden]

**Peers to the left*

**Peeks over to the right."

**Sighs & slips you a nameless envelope**

"PHOUNTAIN"

"Thank you for listening."

[wonusite]

minwon thot where it's your birthday and both men give you permission to boss them around and your only order is to watch them fuck. imagine having that power, directing wonwoo on how to give gyu a handjob just the way he likes it, telling gyu he's not allowed to come yet, making wonwoo bottom because he's 90% of the time the top, watching mingyu finger fuck wonwoo to prep him and then you rubbing lube all over mingyu's dick, kissing the tip of wonwoo's, before giving mingyu permission to start. you're all lost in bliss and your ears can only hear the sounds of minwon's pleasure. wonwoo releases all over mingyu's toned body and you get up from your lying position on the bed, swipe some of the come and swallow. mingyu comes instantly but you frown. you didn't give permission. he needs to be punished. you tell him this. mingyu gulps and asks what the punishment will be, you look at wonwoo who smirks.

"baby, i don't know if this is a present for you or me but do i have some ideas for our puppy"

-🥀 I'll let you imagine where this goes

you’re so crazy for this and i love it 🤤

anyways the punishment would either be edging gyu until he’s crying, you bouncing on his cock while he sucks wonu’s dick or making him cum so much he cries from overstimulation — either you and wonu suck his dick at the same time or you let gyu fuck u while wonu fucks him 🫠

[prettyplussized]

Y'all, the way that slutty white haired vampire from baldurs gate is making me feel is...lord, the things I want done to him.