#Sebastian Sallow x Reader x Ominis Gaunt smut

[msfantasy-magic]

Potion Roulette

Ominis x Reader x Sebastian

Summary: Sebastian presents his friends with a box of potions to play with.

Warming: Sexual Content, Miniors DNI, Smut, Polyamory, Double pen, a little gay, mention of drug use, p in v, pure filth

“Ta - da!” Sebastian announces placing a large box with random potions, labels peeling and some left undeciphered.

“Merlins beard Seb- what on earth are you trying to show us.” You announced edging away from the box of haphazard potions. Sebastian straightens his back in mock commentary.

“My dear friends- I present to you a little game of potion roulette.” He announces, a large grin spreads across his face.

“Absolutely not.” Ominis declares, leaning back with an unamusement, pressing into his features. “That’s a simply dangerous activity- idiotic really.” Sebastian begins pacing around his apprehensive friends, spewing words of encouragement, twisting his manipulations into the very words.

“Live a little! There is no better pass time then to play potion roulette though the night with my beloved friends in the comfort of the Undercroft were prying eyes are kept at bay.” Ominis continues to sit sternly in his seat, unwavering in his earlier declaration. Sebastian sees a slight hesitation in the girls features. Targeting the poor girl Sebastian sits next to her and leaning in with eagerness shining through his eyes. “Common Y/n, your always keen for adventure and fun - think about retelling the this very story. What’s the worst that could happen?” Sebastian says provoking a lapse in your yielding judgment.

“Perhaps it would be fun Ominis… at least just one round?” You announce softly, unsure if Ominis would want to join in your hooligan activities.

Sebastian sits in knowing thrill. He understands all too well that his best friend requires little to no convincing when it comes from their female companion. As expected Ominis relents to Y/n’s suggestion.

The three grab random bottles, and they all look to each other examining their possible substance.

“Mines pink with some sparkles… maybe it’s a beautification potion?” You speak up looking with a scrutinising eye. Leaning to Ominis you see a bottle with deep purple and thick simmer sifting gently. “Yours is purple with deep shimmers, maybe it’s a calming draught?” You guess before looking over at an excited Sebastian.

“Mines clear… could be… anything really.” He says unsure of what to say. He pops the cork and holds his potion bottle out to cheers before downing the contents.

A sweet taste feels your mouth your eyes turndown half-lidded immediately to a soft gaze. Your body grows warm, almost uncomfortably with the clothes you have on. You begin to pull off your outer robes which brings you little relief, you begin to pull your school tie and vest off, not daring the take anything else off.

A light sheen coats Ominis skin, sweat gathering as his clothes touch at his skin uncomfortably, every thread seemingly scrapping along him. Sebastian leans back in amusement watching his friends slowly undress themselves.

“What in Merlin’s beard are you two doing?” He asks with a smirk adorning his soft lips. His eyes boring into your form making your legs clamp at the sudden wetness pooling between your thighs.

Ominis unbuttons most of his shirt not daring to remove anything else. The poor boy reminding himself that it’s the potion, and that he won’t die if he doesn’t take all of his clothes off. His skin feels wrong, like there is something meant to their, misery sets as Ominis leans his head back in a whine.

You place your hand mistakenly on Ominis thigh, asking if he’s okay. The fire running through his skin only subsiding at your touch. A moan of relief escapes his lips. The blonde seems unaware of the lewd sounds escaping him, as he is too focus on the relief your hand is giving him.

Desire filters through your very being, your core throbbing at the sound. “Does it feel better when I touch you?” You ask, meaning to sound concerned, instead you sound needy, as if begging for him to ask for more.

“Yes, it feels so good. The pain is gone when you do that.” He states, the relief slowly slipping away leaving the dull throb of pain at the lack of stimulation. "Move your hand around please." You did exactly as asked, soothing Ominis touched starved leg.

The cushion next to you dips, turning you see Sebastian leaning in unusually close placing a hand on your forehead before cradling your cheek.

"You feeling okay? You're looking very red." Your eyes dart down to his lips, staring longingly at the soft bow. You wonder how it would feel pressed against your own, or how it would feel nipping at your neck, how would they wrap themselves around your fleshy mounds.

Stuck in your train of thought, you haven't even noticed your caressing hand moving up to Ominis crotch, you had been stroking the hard organ. You started lean into Sebastian's face closing your eyes your lips touching just as Ominis grips your wrist and bucks his hips hard into your hand with a groan.

"I think I had a lust potion, I'm not thinking straight, I need to leave." Ominis announces attempting to stand Sebastian pushes his mate back onto the couch.

"You don't want to leave in this state, it would be unsightly to see a Gaunt acting so precocious." He hoaxes, urging Ominis to seek comfort on the couch. "Y/n and I can take care of your needs, we're friends so it's not weird or anything right?" Sebastian asks. Your mind equally as cloudy as Ominis, you nod in agreement regardless.

"Yeah friends help each other out, do you need help Ominis?" You ask sweetly placing a hand on his chest.

"Friends don't usually help like this." He states somewhat coherent, but whatever little self control he had was quickly fleeting at the feeling of you touching his chest.

"That's true, but what else are you going to do? You can't let people see you like this." Sebastian persuades, Ominis quickly shaking his head with feverish words falling.

"I should take care of this myself." Ominis retorts, sounding like he was convincing himself more than anyone.

"Mate, your hand isn't enough even you haven't had a lust potion. What makes you think you'll satisfy yourself?" The trickster begins to message the blushing blondes shoulders. "I hear you from time to time, trying to swallow your moans for non-other than Y/n herself... she's offering her hand right now. Are you not going to accept it?" It was your turn to blush at this.

How many times have you laid in bed thinking and touching yourself to the thought of Ominis ravishing you? How many times have shoved your fingers into your hole desperately trying to replicate the idea of Sebastians cock? The answer is too many.

"Is that true Ominis? Do you think of me when you touch yourself? I've thought about you sometimes..." You answer vaguely, you feel his heart pounding in his chest. "Truthfully, I think about both of you... I know it's wrong." You begin to lean into Ominis face, cupping his neck and guiding his lips to yours, his lustful face turning a brighter shade of pink. "But your both are just so handsome, how can I not?" You capture his lips feeling his tongue instantly shove itself into his mouth desperately demanding more of yourself.

Sebastian moves behind you, placing open mouthed kisses on your neck, groping and kneading your boobs. He slides his hand down your front grabbing greedily at your box. Your breath hitches at his intoxicating touch, he breaks his hand away to continue undressing your figure.

You slide your hands down Ominis chest down to his pants, unbuttoning them and slowly pulling them down. "Let me take care of you okay?" You say as Ominis assist in pulling his clothes off. "Seb - can you show me what I should do?" You ask innocently. Of course you knew what to do, you just wanted to see Sebastian touching Ominis in places friends typically wouldn't touch.

A grunt sounds from Ominis as Sebastian places his firm hand on his shaft. "How about I'll use my hand and you put that heavenly mouth of yours to work?" Sebastian slows his pumping hand to let you lick his tip, only to wrap your mouth around his member, your tongue slugging back and fourth as your sink your head down.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk" Ominis moans in desperate pleasure. Sebastian is entranced at your action, he forgets to move his hand.

"Wow...Y/n I hope you do that for me..." Sebastian says staring hypnotised at you working your skilful tongue along Ominis cock. You begin to grin at the captivated look in Sebastians eyes, reaching out to palm him through his trousers.

"Sebastian, move your fucking hand up and down. Right. Now." Ominis demands, snapping Sebastian back into the moment as he matches his fisting movements to your mouth.

Ominis squirms under the pleasure of your mouth in combination with Sebastians expert hand movements. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh I'm going to cum, I'm gonna cum. Quick move your mouth!" Ominis warns pushing your head back only for you to push his member deeper right to the back of your throat, which pushes Ominis over the line. Thick hot globs of cum shoots down your throat as you swallow it down quickly. Ominis rest his head back onto the arm rest with the most delicious fucked out look you’ve ever seen. Your mouth detaches from his twitching member.

"My turn." You demand, placing your thighs on either side of Ominis face, he grabs lazily at your hips still muddled from the euphoria. Sinking your hips down quickly onto his tongue. He begins to lick tantalising circless at your swollen pearl.

Sebastian grabs the back of your neck pulling you backwards into his mouth as you continue to ride Ominis face. His tongue becoming all the more ferocious as his sense begin to return, his cock remaining hard throughout the ordeal.

Sebastian pulls away from your lips as you kept disrupting the kiss from moaning at the pleasure being brought between your legs.

Standing at the arm rest, Sebastian pulls his trousers off, grabbing his member in his hand and begins to pump it with such neediness. He was obviously enjoying the sight of his mate performing cunnilingus on you. You roll your body down onto Ominis tongue chasing your high whilst continuing to lock eyes with Sebastian. The scene was just so scandalous, watching Sebastian pleasure himself unapologetically.

He leans in grabbing you by the base of your hair forcing you to look at him as your close at the pleasure.

“Look at me darling, that’s it - just look at me. I want you to look into my eyes as you come undone. I want to be the first to see it.” That’s all you needed to hear. Your hips grind down onto Ominis as Sebastian grips your hair tightly forcing you to look at him. His mouth drops open in a low moan as you sob in pleasure coming undone on his slick tongue. “Oh that’s a good girl.”

Sebastian slides his hands down your legs, wrapping his fingers around the back of your thighs, hoisting you up to pull your legs around his waist the loss of contact causing Ominis whine. “Bring her back.” He yearns earning a soft chuckle from the brunette.

“Do not fret Ominis.” Sebastian teases laying your body on top of Ominis, like your personal pillow. Ominis grinds his member into your bare ass. “Wait your turn mate. I’ve waited mine.” Sebastian pulls your legs apart, grabbing his shaft he slides his tip along your slit and begins to slide into your wet hole. Ominis clutches greedily at your chest and sucks on your neck as your spine arches off of him, hips pressing down onto his crotch whilst Sebastian slams his hips into your dripping cunt. “Fuckkk just looking at you two greedy brats underneath me- ugh.” His hips start to snap in rapid pace, uncivilised and incoherent words spill from your mouth at the unadulterated bliss.

Ominis’ impatience gets the best of him. His veiny shaft swelling in demand to be in a tight hold. The blonde grabs the base of Sebastian’s cock and begins to push it out of you making way for your slit, he shoves his tip in and begins to buck aggressively up into you. A yelp escapes you as you feel a sudden change feeling a longer prick kiss the surface of your cervix. “Mh-sorry, my-sorry.” Ominis pleads pounding harder into you.

“Oi you greedy little slut, I was first!” Sebastian complains pulling you off his dick. Sebastian begins to lean back, laying down away from Ominis, pulling you onto his lap, he pushes your hips back down onto his own cock. “Ride me.” He demands watching your ass bounce off of him.

“Please Sebastian, I need to be in something right now. It hurts.” Ominis pleads pumping his painfully swollen cock.

“Then use me.” Sebastian encourages spreading his knees further. “It won’t hurt me I promise.” You slow your bouncing down opting to encourage the nervous Ominis.

“Do you need help stuffing him sweetie?” You run your fingers in his hair, pulling him into a sweet kiss. You pull away from his mouth opting to spit into your hand, you lower your hand rubbing Sebastian’s ass. “There sweetie.” You pull him back into a kiss as he lines himself up to Sebastian’s ass and begins to spread him apart. Ominis just moans into your mouth at the relieving sensation of the pleasant grip.

You continue to slide your tongue around Ominis mouth watching him snapping his pelvis into his best friend. You resume to grinding onto Sebastian.

The poor guy lays blissfully in a heaping sweaty mess. Too pleasured to utter a single word, instead he resorts to mixing his moans, groans and wails at the feeling of being fucked in every way possible.

Sebastian yearned to continue feeling this, but is balls demanded instant release. His gut tightens in extreme pleasure. “Cumming - cumming.” He says causing you and Ominis to speed up your movements to quickly chase your own highs. Sebastian’s vision blurs seeing stars his head goes light as he unloads the biggest creamiest cumshot of his life into your fluttering hole.

You slam down into his laps for the final brush of his pulsing cock throwing your right over the edge.

Ominis breathes a breathy groan unloading himself for the second time into Sebastian’s ass, his hips slowing to a halt. You pull out Sebastian’s deflating member with a slight whine. Collapsing back first into his chest. “That was- that was - yeah.” You say with a big smile, unable to process simple language. You look down at Ominis hunching over and noticing he’s stroking his cock once again.

“Ugh I need go cum again-" He begs pulling your knees apart.

“Wait.” You beg, you were far to stimulated to keep going. Ominis was too consumed to hear your pleas as he drove his dick right back into your slit.

“Ahh you feel so good.” Ominis moans snapping his harsh hips right back into your tingling one. Sebastian grabs the back of your knees pulling them towards your chest, opening yourself up more as Ominis slams repeatedly into your special spot.

“Fuck- wait!” You scream as the knot in your stomach snaps instantly causing you to squirt. Ominis continues to slam his hips into your own drawing out his undoing for the third time that night.

You all lay lazily on top of one another heaving air back into your lungs after the worlds most intense exercise.

Sense starts to return to you, this was a terrible idea. The friendship was ruined all because you were horny from a love and lust potion.

"That was a wretdream come true." Ominis sighs drawing lines on your belly. "I hope we can do that again." Sebastian reaches around stroking his mates hair, wrapping his free arm around your waist.

"Me too."

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It was the next morning, and you had spent majority of it sitting in the bath tub, soaking in bubbles to help soothe your aching muscles. You had noticed when dressing that a strong glow adorned your skin.

You walked slowly through the great hall, still aching from the harsh fuck-fest which was last night. You take your usual seat next to Sebastian.

"You're looking radiant today Y/n." Imelda comments with a slight smirk. "It's pretty funny how you two both walk a little funny this morning... and how you happen to have this skin glow today..."

"What ever could you mean?"Sebastian questions, with little effort.

"I'm just saying how interesting it is that Y/n didn't come back to our room until this morning, fresh from the bath tub... rather unusual isn't it?"

"Good morning!" Ominis announces, a chipper smile plastered across his face he too holding a glow.

"No freaking way! Y/n you dirty girl! I didn't know you had it in you!"

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HOGWARTS LEGACY

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Lazy morning sex with Seb

Seb fingering you in the RoR

Overstimming with Omi

Helping Seb celebrate after winning a quidditch match

Messy tit jobs with Garreth in prof Sharp's classroom

Facesitting with Omi

Alone time with Omi in the Undercroft

Teasing Garreth

Seb fucking you after a stressful day of classes

Make up sex with Seb

Garreth likes it when you take control

Seb can't keep his hands off you after seeing you in his sweater

Ominis knows how to use his hands

Garreth loves how you taste

Merciless Seb

Ruining sub Garreths orgasam

Making out with Omi in his dorm

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Perfect Storm

Word Count: 3k

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x reader

Warnings!: 18+, unprotected sex

Synopsis: While Ominis grapples with his feelings, you embrace your own in full bloom.

Ominis sits in a complete daze, exactly three rows from the front of The History of Magic. In a class where sleep is prioritized over education, he finds himself wide awake and engulfed by his own thoughts.

At a young age, Ominis Gaunt had learned the mastery of concealing his disdain, his happiness, and all other emotions in between that may apprehend him. It was a skill he found himself most proud of, especially as a Slytherin, simply because it kept him safe from the consequences of raw emotions and how others may perceive them. But on this particular afternoon, an hour after your coffee brown feathered owl, Nora had chirped seven times through his windowsill, Ominis felt something arise.

A feeling he had long forgotten had begun to muddle up and settle in the hollowness of his chest as it would after a sip of freshly brewed Butterbeer or morning pumpkin juice on an empty stomach. He’d only felt this way twice in his entire life. Once, when he’d learned he’d been invited to attend Hogwarts and would finally be able to escape the harsh scrutiny and peculiar upbringing of his pureblooded parents. Secondly, when he’d been introduced to Sebastian and Anne Sallow during his first year of attending. However, he would have never guessed that he’d feel this way about you, his now, not-so-new best friend that he can’t seem to stop thinking of. Though, there is one thing Ominis knows for certain, and that is that he must stop his heart from becoming too attached. Otherwise, the feeling would fester and utterly consume him.

When Professor Binns dismissed class, a herd of yawning students stumbled out in the connecting hallway of The Bell Tower in pure delight. As they do, you scan the crowd over, student by student, looking for only one in particular.

Amit Thakkar. Eric Northcott. Lenora Everleigh. Natsai Onai, who stops at your side with a sly smirk.

“Next time you decide to skip Binns’ class, I beg you have Nora deliver a notice beforehand. As much as I appreciate a midday nap, I do cherish adventure even more.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you giggle, though you know Natsai wouldn’t have wanted to join in on the adventure that had pulled you away from class on this particular day.

The high of Sebastian’s presence that typically lingered long after the fact comes to a standstill at the thought of other’s putting the pieces together. Surely word would soon travel of you missing your History of Magic course and the coincidence of your best friend Sebastian missing his Astronomy one simultaneously. That thought alone is what steals your concentration from the leaving students and causes your mind to wander. A few seconds more and a small tap has you jolting as if you’ve seen a ghost for the first time.

“Ominis,” you breathe in relief.

“I could smell you,” he chuckles. “Well, you smell of Sebastian actually.”

“Oh, yeah… I, uh… We bumped into each other on the way to class and decided to ditch.”

Ominis is silent for a moment. He can always detect your hesitation when you lie, but it wasn’t a completely lie. You hope in your heart that he’ll buy it and not question any further, and in your favor, he chooses the latter.

“Nora stopped by before class,” he states. “She only chirped seven times. So you’re early, despite missing class.”

You rope your arm in Ominis’ and lead him downstairs and towards the doors which lead you out the castle.

“On my way over, I figured we could head to Hogsmeade early. We’re both done for the day and we don’t get much time alone without Seb. I tried to convince him to stay in tonight, but he was adamant about spending time with both of his best friends.”

Ominis hums in curiosity. Wondering what you’d bargained with Sebastian to get him to give you and him any time alone at all. Despite his curiosity, his own excitement wins the battle. He hadn’t had a moment alone with you since you’d met him, and with Sebastian out of the way, even for a short moment, he’d finally have you to himself.

“Do we have to go to The Three Broomsticks? If we aren’t due there until seven this evening, we can go elsewhere?”

You purse your lips as you both waltz through the doors and into the warm breeze of spring. The air smells of heavy rain. The type of rain that smells of earth and dew and brings the worms from their humble adobes in the soil.

“I suppose we could go wherever we please.”

Ominis smirks, but turns in the opposite direction in order to conceal it from you.

“Perhaps we could go to The Undercroft?”

You glance up towards the sky. Heavy, grey clouds settle in the distance, remnants of a storm while another dares to roll in at a moment’s notice. As much as you love a brilliant storm, you’d love to spend time alone with Ominis more. After all, many storms have hovered in the skies above the grounds of Hogwarts, but time alone with your Slytherin friend weren’t as frequent.

“The Undercroft,” you hum in agreement.

Careful to evade the nosiness of curious students and staff, you and Ominis slip into the concealment of The Undercroft with relieved sighs. You gaze over the darkened room, casting Confringo towards the four hanging lamp posts before continuing inside.

Abandoned furniture, rusting cauldrons, and dusty barrels are stacked high against the surrounding walls, making the room appear much smaller than it feels. The room itself smells of burnt embers, left behind from all the times you and the duo had practiced Confringo here on end. You smile at the memories before meeting Ominis in the center of the room enveloped between four hefty, ornate columns.

A rug sits there now, one you’d managed to buy over Christmas break and bring in from home with the help of an Extension Charm. The others hadn’t seen it yet since you’d just placed it today before meeting Sebastian in the secrecy of his empty dorm.

“Confringo truly warms up the room,” Ominis breathes sarcastically before settling down. His brows rise at the sudden change of surface and he allows his fingertips to mold themselves into the thick fibers of the woolen rug with a gentle breath. “A rug?”

“Don’t you and Seb get tired of sitting on frigid concrete?”

“I’ve known nothing else.”

You smile softly, happy that you’re allowing him to experience something new in his safe place.

With your own need to relax, you kick your shoes off and drop your robe before joining Ominis on the rug. He jolts up at the feeling of your knee pressing against his and tries to imagine your facial features in this moment, calm and soft.

“I wish we could enjoy the storm from here,” you whisper. “I’d love to hear the heaviness of the rain pitter pattering around us. The rumbling of thunder that comes with the rolling clouds.”

Ominis smiles. Taking in your words and imagining them in his head. The coolness of the rain prickling against your flesh and curls. What rolling clouds would look like when the thunder rumbles beneath your feet and lightning streaks through gray clouds. The way your lips curl into a grin and eyes close when you’re in a state of peace and tranquility only a storm can offer. You take your bottom lip in with a smile, laughing to yourself at the thought. It’s as if you and Ominis had shared the imagery telepathically.

“Y/n,” Ominis calls, though he has no words to say. After all, anything that would come out in this moment would come out as a stutter and surely you’d laugh in his face, even as his friend.

But you respond in the softest your voice has ever been around him, a simple yes, and he finds himself swooning. He falls silent, closes his eyes and takes in the smell of burning coals in the nearby lamps. It’s not the smell of wet earth, but it is familiar. As familiar as the fluttering in his stomach as he lies back in hopes to push them away, the butterflies. And much to his dismay, you replicate the action.

The smell of Sebastian has long worn away and your own smell of vanilla and worn book pages returns. The warmth of your body so close to his has him fighting to steady his breathing. He shuffles a bit in an attempt to create space, but ends up slapping his hand into yours instead. You smile at the feeling and allow your palm to clasp around his with a soft exhale.

A few moments of silence pass by and you drop Ominis’ hand to roll onto your side. With one hand propping up the side of your head, your eyes roam over your best friend. His robe is parted and his tie sits tightly around the ring of his crisp, white collar that’s nestled underneath his buttoned vest and open jacket. The hem of his button-up is still neatly tucked inside his belted, checkered grey trousers. His full length grey socks are pulled to the knee and stuffed inside his short boots. And when your eyes gaze up towards his face, a soft smile sits on his lips as if he’s deep inside a fantasy only he can see.

“What’re you thinking about?”

Ominis’ smile turns into a hoarse cough, almost a choke. You pat him gingerly on the chest until he heaves out one last cough and wipes away the tears.

“Didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“Y-you didn’t,” he spats out. “I just didn’t know you were observing me.”

“Why wouldn’t I be? You’re the most interesting object in the room.”

His cheeks turn a cherry red and he gazes away nervously.

“I believe you to be more interesting,” he mutters.

You come up to your knees, allowing them to sink into the soft fibers of the rug.

“Prove it.”

You shock yourself and Ominis with that line, but it does the trick of pulling his reddened face back in your direction. Had this been Sebastian and you’d given him the chance, he wouldn’t have bat a lash before making a move, but Ominis has always been your greatest challenge. You know he won’t be the first to make the move even if the stone lies within his court. So, you find yourself climbing into his lap, straddling him as he attempts to find the words to say or expression to convey in response to your boldness.

“It’s alright,” you whisper.

“Are you sure?”

“Completely.”

Ominis’ trembling hands plant themselves against your jawline, thumbing over your soft cheeks, then the circumference of your lips. His mouth parts and your own need to feel him consumes you. You repeat the action of grasping his face and lean in closer until all that’s between you is a slither of air.

“Y/n,” Ominis speaks quickly. The call of your name propels his warmth against your lips. “This will change everything.”

“I know, Omi.”

He hesitates, then allows himself closer in consent. You settle down in his lap completely and draw your hands to the hairs at the nape of his neck, taking in the coarseness before your eyes flutter closed and your lips press gently into his.

Ominis’ body shutters underneath you as if he’s been set ablaze while yours kicks into overdrive. You help him slip off his robe and jacket, then mindlessly pluck the large, grey buttons from the holes of his vest. He shrugs out of it and clasps his arms around you, moaning as you both deepen the kiss and fall back on the rug. His hands travel over your waist, down your hips, then down your thighs on either side of him. He mentally takes in that you chose to wear a dress today, knowing he could use that to his advantage if you both chose to go any further.

You pull away breathlessly and in a daze, drinking Ominis’ relieved express in like cool water.

“Do you think we have time?” You ask aloud, not necessarily to him as you reach back to grab your pocket watch from the inner pocket of your own robe. Barely an hour before you’re set to meet Sebastian in Hogsmeade. It’s not nearly enough time, but with the pout on Ominis’ face, you can’t deny yourselves the pleasure. “We’ll be quick…”

Ominis chuckles at the shakiness of your voice before pulling your lips back to his. If he had to face an annoyed Sebastian because you both arrived late, he’d take that over missing this opportunity with you. And in agreement, you and Ominis strip down to your undergarments in no time. Once his hand brushes against your bare flesh, he squeezes his eyes shut and pulls you down against him.

“Have you done this before?”

He shakes his head.

“Have you?”

You fear being honest in a time like this, when you know he’s so vulnerable, but you also know Ominis would be able to read your lies easily. Besides, in a time like this where everything is sacred, lying seems cruel.

“Only once,” you reply shakily.

Ominis’ expression fades into something unreadable, then a smirk appears.

“Perhaps you can show me how it’s done then?”

You scoff nervously. It wasn’t the response you were expecting. In fact, you were thinking he’d nudge you off of himself and start to redress. That you’d end up wallowing in shame all night over Butterbeers at the embarrassment.

You waste no time grinding against him, getting a feel for his size as soft pleas slip from his lips. Your own lips gasp at the feeling of him growing hard beneath your warmth. A bit surprised by his size, you lift up just enough to work the hardened member from his briefs. With a purr, you rub down the length and move your own garments to the side. You grasp one of Ominis hands and position it between your legs, and you swear his eyes widen like the moon at the sensation.

“Touch me here for now,” you croon, already aching in anticipation of the pleasure you know he won’t deny you.

Ominis rubs down your length, taking in the number of folds it takes to get to the source of your warmth. He clamps his hand over the mound, then slips a single finger into your depths, which earns a moan from your throat. He seems to like it, the prize that comes from knowing he’s touching you correctly.

“Just like that, Omi,” you mewl seconds before he pulls his finger in and out of your arousal. You work your own hand over his full length with a coating of your own saliva. “Can’t wait to feel you inside my wet pussy.”

He stops short as if his brain hadn’t processed it beforehand. He could feel you even more, more than his finger. Skin to skin, body to body. Luckily, you can’t deny yourself the pleasure anymore, and knowing that time is ticking by, you climb back into his lap and take him back into your grasp before lining your entrance up with the tip of his erection. It only takes the feeling of the tip poking inside to pull a heavy groan from Ominis’ lips. It makes you smile, the sight of him already squirming as you slip down the rest of his length with a loud whimper.

“Fuck, Omi, your cock feels amazing.”

“Y/n,” he whines and grips your waist the moment you start gliding back and forth with the length of his cock stuffed inside. It almost slips out, then you skillfully retract it back in. He squirms every time it comes close to falling out, a pinch of panic at the idea of losing this feeling.

His eyes shut and his blunt nails burrow into your flesh as you find a steady pace and your palms rest against his sweaty chest. You knew Ominis would feel astronomical inside of you, but he never knew he’d quickly become addicted to the feeling of himself being buried deep inside your depths.

You toss your head back and move Ominis’ hands up to your chest. He massages your breasts softly and unskillfully, scared of squeezing too hard in fear of hurting you.

“Lick them? Please?” You squeak and falter towards him. “Suck them.”

He feels for one of your protruding nipples and laps his warm tongue over the left, which causes the right to ache painfully in neglect. You massage into it yourself while trying to keep your pace. He pulls the left between his teeth and sucks on it hard, causing you to squeal before he moves to the right. You ride him faster, too overtaken by your own pleasure to notice him trembling beneath you. His own pants intertwine with yours and his hands find your hips again, this time guiding you up and down his twitching length.

“Y/n, I think I—“ Ominis’ words get caught in a groan so deep, your eyes flutter open.

“Oh, Omi… I’m going t— Nngh!”

He thrusts his hips upwards and your words fade into a sharp scream that leaves you shaking and trembling against him. Your eyes roll back and he pulls out of you with tremors of his own. You feel a warm liquid spurting against your ass and you sigh in relief before collapsing on top of him. His chest heaves violently against yours. His, then yours until they fall back into a rhythmic pattern of normalcy.

Silence falls over the room once again and you trace lines down Ominis’ abdomen mindlessly. Yet, in his mind, he’s attempting to come to terms with the act you two just committed. He’s sure this will change absolutely everything.

Will he start bantering with Sebastian when he mindlessly flirts with you?

Will he slip up and curse one of the other students who brag about how hot the hero of Hogwarts is?

He would now know just how hot you can get after finally having you this way. Would that knowledge alone push him over the edge?

On the outside, he remains calm, but you sense that his mind is elsewhere. You trail a fingertip from the center of his forehead and down the bridge of his nose before leaning over him.

“What’s plaguing your mind, Ominis?”

He’s hesitant, but thinks better of. If he’s had you like this, in his most vulnerable state of nudity, then surely he can admit his feelings.

“I’m worried about the others… Sebastian…”

“What about them?”

“What they’ll think or say. About the lewd comments I overhear in class. And if we continue to do this, they’ll begin to notice we’re becoming more than friends.”

You ponder it over for a moment, but surely being perceived as more than friends wouldn’t be so preposterous.

“There are worst things out there, Ominis Gaunt, than our peers perceiving us as more than friends. Perhaps you wouldn’t be too worried if instead of being friends, w—”

“Instead of being friends?” Ominis sputters in confusion and panic.

You pat his chest gingerly.

“Yes, Omi. Instead of being friends, you consider being my boyfriend instead? And when they inquire, we’ll simply tell them we’re courting each other.”

His face turns as pale as Professor Binns’, a true ghost, and he sits straight up as if to prevent a choking fit again.

“You want to court me? You truly fancy me?”

“Of course. I thought that much was evident. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have spent the entire afternoon attempting to get Sebastian’s blessing of giving us time alone. And I surely wouldn’t be plastered against your body fully naked,” you snort.

Color fades back into his cheeks, but he remains flustered. That’s the reason you smelled of Sebastian, you’d been in his dorm all afternoon, and knowing Sebastian, convincing him would’ve taken a while. And now it made perfect sense that he’d granted you the time alone and hadn’t once wondered into The Undercroft with all the time that’s passed. It’s as if everything has finally clicked in his mind.

Ominis recognizes something else too, the feeling that had settled in his chest earlier in the day. It’s the very feeling he felt once he was granted freedom from the abuse of his parents, the feeling he felt when he’d met Sebastian and Anne, the feeling you grant him now and always have, is hope. A hope for something new and better in the midst of his own chaotic storms. And with that realization, Ominis caresses your cheek and presses his lips ever so slightly into yours.

And after a few deep kisses, he pulls back, leaving a sliver between you two to flash a brilliant smile before finally answering your burning question.

“Of course I’ll be yours. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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May 2024

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Fissured Composure - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader

Summary: After watching you hold your own against a handsy classmate, Sebastian is feeling particularly needy and steals you away to the Undercroft to show you just how worked up your right hook got him.

Alternatively summarized as Sebastian reverently going down on you after you break Leander's nose

Based on this request I received! Hope you like it anon :)) 

Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, minor violence, explicit sexual content, rough sex

Full fic can be found here on Ao3 as always !

Many of your friends would agree that you had the patience of a damn Saint. 

Beyond dealing with Sebastian’s hard-headedness on a regular basis and keeping up appearances with your classmates, it was a wonder you had managed to maintain your cool, collected facade for so long. You could recall losing it once before, shortly after Professor Fig died. But the whole debacle had gone down in the safety and privacy of the Room of Requirement, so no one had been around to witness your indignant anger take root and assist you in trashing two thirds of your sacred space. 

That had been two years ago, so you liked to think you’d gotten better at controlling your emotions since then.

Leander fucking Prewett, however, had seemingly made it his life’s mission to frustrate you to no foreseeable end.

While you had felt bad for him in your fifth-year and entertained his rambling mostly out of pity, somewhere along the way your lack of interest got lost in translation. He was a rather boastful individual, preferring to brag about himself and put down anyone that excelled in areas he wanted to be the best in. His attitude had only worsened with age, and for the last few months he had suddenly taken to attempting to woo you in passing. 

His efforts were too pathetic to take to heart, but you certainly hadn’t told Sebastian about it yet. Not unless you wanted to trigger a fight that you knew you wouldn’t be able to intervene in, because the whole reason Leander was even trying with you was to get under your boyfriend’s skin. 

Today was Wednesday, and you shared Herbology class with Leander, much to your displeasure. Your attempts at escaping out the door quickly had been thwarted when Professor Garlick asked to speak with you after class, and despite hoping against all odds that you would be left alone, Prewett was waiting for you at the top of the steps when you ascended the staircase. 

“Ah, there you are,” he drawled, with far too much familiarity for your liking. “Did Professor Garlick hold you back to scold you for something?” 

You grasped at the fringes of your self-restraint with everything in you. “No, we were just discussing some extra assignments she gave me last week.” 

Wanting to leave the interaction at that, you picked up your pace and strode past him, eager to meet up with Sebastian and Ominis for lunch. At the very least, Sebastian’s presence would act as a safeguard against Leander’s incessant pestering. Unfortunately, the Gryffindor had no qualms about lengthening his stride to match your own, and he fell annoyingly into step beside you. 

He raked one of his hands through his long strands of red hair, trying and failing to raise a brow at you questioningly. Instead he just looked constipated. “Wow, extra assignments? You must be some child genius turned prodigy, I can’t think of anyone who willingly says yes to more homework.” 

“...I’ve been doing it for two years, Leander.” 

Waving you off, he pressed on, “Then you’re way smarter than you let on.” What? “Not that I’ve heard otherwise from anyone, but someone as bright as you likely values intellect and wit, and I can’t help but notice Sebastian is in short supply of both these days–” 

“Leander, now really isn’t the time.” Not this shit again. You pushed through the double doors leading to Central Hall, desperate to put your two Slytherin companions in between yourself the daft idiot tailing you. 

“Oh, come on. I’m only suggesting we take some time to study together. Or maybe we could take a stroll through the Library since you’re so fond of books. Everyone knows you’ve got a thing for sneaking into the Restricted Section, although sometimes I wonder how much reading you actually do when you disappear there with Sallow.” 

By now you had made it beside the fountain in the middle of the room, but your legs halted entirely when you registered the implication hidden in his words. One of your nails broke as you dug your fingers into the cover of your textbook, and you willed the thrum of your blood roaring in your ears to lessen as you finally pivoted to face Leander fully. 

Your expression was stormy when you fixed your eyes on his beady ones, and you allowed yourself a moment to appreciate the nervous bob of his throat. “What is it you think I do then, Leander? What vapid, tasteless thoughts do you have whipping around in that giant head of yours, hm?” 

At least he had the good sense to look sheepish, but he masked the look quickly with that false bravado that made your hands twitch. He raised his arms in a gesture of surrender, “Relax, doll. I’m just connecting the dots out loud. What does your prized boytoy tempt you with to convince you to break the rules so often?” 

Merlin’s bloody balls, if you didn’t leave now, you were going to lose it in the middle of the school. There was no hiding your blatant scowl of disgust, but you found the frayed tethers of your composure and grabbed the ends like a lifeline. You pulled a deep breath into your lungs, exhaling in a way that conveyed your thinning temper, and turned to walk away. 

You saw Sebastian standing on the other side of Central Hall talking to Garreth, and he was spying over the redhead’s shoulder to watch you. His face was contorted into a dark, threatening expression, and you knew he could read your own emotions plainly on your face. He was well aware that you were pissed off, and he jumped into action then, muttering something to Weasley under his breath before he was striding across the foyer to get to you. 

You’d made it roughly three steps away from Leander when you suddenly felt his slimy hand slithering around your waist to haul you back against his chest. The brazen action took you by surprise, which was the only reason the bastard succeeded in squeezing the curve of your hip so generously. The feeling had you tensing all over, and you dimly registered Sebastian’s murderous expression nearing the opposite side of the fountain before your own anger took root. 

“What, you’re not even going to dignify me with a response? That’s awfully cruel–” 

A faceful of your fist cut him off mid sentence, and you watched through your narrowed eyes as Leander’s head flew back, his momentum carrying him to the ground in a sprawled, limp heap. You heard a series of gasps erupt from the students that were seated nearby, but you didn’t care. It took you a second to process the scene as you blinked the rage from your mind, but once you had, you were pleased to find Prewett’s nose hugging his cheek at a very broken angle. 

“There’s your response, you prick,” you swore at him, bending down to snatch up your Herbology textbook that had fallen from your grip. Your knuckles throbbed from the impact still, but you simply flexed your fingers and shook the pain away. It felt good to get that out of your system, and entirely worth the bruises you would surely be sporting in the morning. “Do yourself a favor and stay the hell away from me, or I’ll be happy to show you exactly what I’ve learned from the books in the Restricted Section.” 

As soon as you moved away from Leander, a group of younger students were flocking to his side, wisely giving you a wide berth as you left. Sebastian was frozen still as a statue on the other side of the fountain, looking at you slack-jawed with admiration twinkling in his dark eyes. You smiled softly at him, the look so at odds with the feral energy you had just exhibited twenty seconds prior.  

“I– what the bloody hell was that?” Sebastian asked at the same time you circled your arm around his waist to lead him away from the bleeding Gryffindor. 

“It was well deserved, that’s what it was,” you replied evenly, and then you felt Sebastian’s fingertips digging into the small of your back. “Don’t worry about it, please. He won’t bother me anymore, that’s for damn sure.” 

Sebastian’s laugh sounded breathless, and he shook his head in disbelief, his pupils blown wide as he stared down at you. “Oh I’ll definitely be needing the backstory to that whole altercation at some point, but I’m more hung up on the fact that you actually punched somebody. You never get physical like that, where in Merlin’s name did that come from?” 

You’d been leading Sebastian towards the Great Hall, having had your mind set on lunch for the better part of a half hour. But then you felt Sebastian take control of steering, and instead of turning down the corridor that led to your destination, he instead appeared to be guiding you in the direction of the Dark Arts Tower. “You’re acting like it’s unheard of for someone to lose their temper. In case you forgot, Prewett is particularly insufferable. Today he crossed one too many lines, so I reeducated him. End of story.” 

“I don’t think you understand,” Sebastian murmured as you came up the staircase leading to a familiar alcove, and things suddenly started to click into place. “That was quite possibly the sexiest thing you’ve ever done.”

All the blood in your body seemed to flood into your cheeks then. Sebastian gazed down at you hungrily, whipping his wand out briefly to unlock the latch concealing the entryway behind the large clock. It opened with a clang, and before you could formulate a response to his statement, he was gently pushing you through the opening ahead of him. 

While the two of you descended the narrow stairwell leading into the Undercroft, Sebastian replayed the glorious sight of your wicked right hook in his mind. He didn’t know what the hell Leander had been whispering to you about, but the look on your face had told him it wasn’t anything pleasant. Being the chivalrous and overprotective boyfriend he was, of course he’d bailed on his conversation with Garreth to step in. 

Watching Prewett’s offensive appendage coil around your waist had sealed the deal, however; Sebastian had fully intended on sending the Gryffindor into an early grave. But then you’d dropped your items and spun around so fast– your textbook was still falling when your fist connected with his nose. It wasn’t the most tactful means of defense for a lot of people. After all, in a world of magic, who the hell bothered with brawling? There was no denying the appeal of it though. It was a more personal way of telling someone to go fuck themselves, and watching you set your boundries in such a way had driven Sebastian’s blood supply straight to his cock. 

He liked this unrestrained side of you. He was desperate to see more of it. 

Once you were past the threshold of the gate, you stopped to turn to Sebastian, ready to clarify that seriously– was he this affected by you throwing a punch? But then his larger body slammed against you, stealing the words from your throat as he captured your lips in a frantic, hungry kiss, and you were manhandled into his arms so he could walk the two of you over to the lounge stuffed away in the corner of the room. 

As soon as your ass made contact with the velvet cushions, Sebastian broke away so his hands could get to work on hauling your skirt down your legs. The ferocity of the movement nearly sent you flying to the floor with the attire, but then the freckled man was moving back into your personal space so abruptly, your teeth knocked together before he began biting and sucking at your bottom lip. 

“Fuck– Sebastian, what the hell’s gotten into you?” The pain from his ministrations quickly blurred together with the unmistakable arousal pooling between your legs, and when he pressed the pad of his thumb roughly against your clit through your soaked undergarments, he swallowed your shaky moans with a nefarious kiss. 

“I have to have you,” Sebastian murmured as his hands came up to remove your blouse, exerting a smidge more self-control than he did with your skirt so he didn’t render your uniform unusable afterwards. There was still the matter of school technically being in session, but after watching Leander put his hands on you, Sebastian was feeling especially possessive, and seeing you lay the brute out like it was nothing made his thirst for you seem borderline unquenchable. He asked hurriedly, “Merlin’s balls, let me eat you out– please?” 

You shivered as he undid the last button on your shirt and slipped the material over your shoulders, tossing it to the stone floor alongside the rest of your clothes. Having long since given up on wearing your bras after Sebastian ripped the straps of your last two, you were completely bare– an open invitation for him to begin kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples hard enough to make you arch into his touch.

He took full advantage of your close proximity and latched his lips over your thundering pulse, sinking his teeth into the skin to work a mark there, and you nodded shamelessly when you felt his fingers slip beneath your underwear. 

“O-Okay. Alright– fine, but take this off,” your hands tugged at the collar of his shirt, ardently conveying that if you were going to let him satiate himself, the least he could do was let you look at him.

Sebastian was obliging you in a heartbeat, pulling away from your spread legs to wriggle his tie loose. It hung messily around his neck– just enough for him to swiftly begin undoing his button up– and the entire time he worked to shed the clothing, his dark, penetrating gaze never left your flushed body. Once the front of his shirt fell open and he’d discarded it, you were met with the tantalizing sight of Sebastian’s toned, freckled chest. The mouth watering trail of hair running below his navel paved a path to the tenting fabric of his trousers, and as soon as Sebastian caught you staring, his brown eyes were darkening impossibly further. 

Prowling forward with feline grace, Sebastian smirked as he lifted his tie off of his shoulders to drape over your head. He didn’t bother tightening it, instead letting it hang in a disheveled heap between your breasts, and the sight did more for him than he cared to admit, his cock straining uncomfortably in his trousers. But right now wasn’t about him– not really– it was about you, and Sebastian’s reverent need to please you. 

“Hold that for me,” he purred down at you before he was dropping to his knees in front of you. 

A brilliant flush swept up your torso as his warm, broad hands came to finally slip your drenched panties away from your aching heat, gliding the material down your outstretched legs without tearing his eyes away from you. Goosebumps broke out all over your skin when the chill of the Undercroft passed over you, and your breath caught in your throat when he eagerly licked his lips and sidled up to the edge of the couch. 

Sebastian looped his arms under your thighs, tugging you closer to him so that your ass dangled precariously off the cushions, causing you to shiver under his unyielding stare. He nudged your legs up onto his shoulders, casting a mischievous look your way before he was nuzzling his face into the sensitive skin of your legs, and the adoring kisses he peppered up the apex of your thighs had your stomach tensing in anticipation. 

“Do you think we could try sparring one day?” Sebastian asked randomly, teasing his fingers closer to your dripping folds before pulling them away entirely. The dejected sigh that slipped from your lips made him chuckle darkly, and you narrowed your eyes at him as his question finally processed. 

“Sparring? What the hell for?” 

He shrugged, jostling your raised legs as his fingers dug firmly into your hips for a modicum of restraint. “I think I’d enjoy getting thrown around by you. Do you think you could?” 

Merlin– he had officially lost his mind. “Maybe? I wouldn’t want to hurt you, though.” 

Something wild sparked behind his irises then, and he began placing lingering kisses in the hollow of your leg. “I would love it if you did,” another soft press of his lips, this time right beside your aching center. “Seriously, when we do, promise me you won’t hold back.”

“You’re actually insane,” you wheezed out as his next kiss fell directly against your clit, and your nails dug fitfully into the padding of the lounge at the featherlight feeling.  

“Only for you, darling.” Sebastian’s grip on your hips tightened as he mercifully sealed his mouth over your cunt, and your head kicked back against the sofa with an audible whack as your shrill voice suddenly echoed off the walls of the cavernous room. Your next breath was stolen from you as you felt Sebastian’s tongue circle over your clit, pressing and dragging the muscle down your heat to lap up as much of you as you could– and you swore you’d never been so wet in your fucking life. 

By some miracle, you didn’t pass out from the overwhelming bliss, but you sure as hell saw stars dancing in the corners of your vision when Sebastian tongued at your tight entrance. The sordid sounds coming from the brunet between your legs was enough to have you clenching your thighs on either side of his head, and the blatantly aroused groan it pulled from his throat reverberated against you perfectly. 

“Fuck, Sebastian,” you whimpered, snapping your hands up from the seat to fist in his curly, brown locs, and when you pulled him against you harder, he moaned at the sensation of your nails scraping against his scalp. He switched tactics then, shaking his head from side to side softly to rub his lips sinfully over your bundle of nerves. The friction was dizzying, and you brazenly bucked your hips against his chin to chase your steadily mounting pleasure. “Merlin–” 

Sebastian was utterly transfixed by you. Through hooded eyes, he watched rapaciously as you crumbled above him; your chest rose and fell with labored breaths, and the ever darkening flush that decorated your skin made the green of his tie around your neck stand out even more, acting like a proprietary flag that claimed you as his. You cracked open your eyes to stare down at him, and your stomach flipped at his unbridled, lust-filled gaze boring into you. 

Sitting forward more, Sebastian wound one of his arms over the angular curve of your hip bones, simultaneously pressing you harder into him while preventing you from shifting around. He mouthed sloppily against you, and you were left to balance your leg over his shoulder when he dropped his other hand to begin teasing at your soaked hole. He pressed the tip of his finger in slowly before withdrawing it completely, and he repeated the same motion a few more times until you were on the verge of tearing a fistfull of his hair out. 

A keening sound ripped from your chest when he removed the digit slower than before, and you could feel Sebastian smirk against you. “S-Stop teasing,” you stuttered, your voice strained and airy.

Sebastian pulled away with a conniving chuckle, and the sight of your slick coating the entirety of his lower face damn near killed you on the spot. “I’m trying to take my time here– you taste so fucking sweet.” 

His finger was back, sliding into you once again– only this time he spared you further torment by burying the appendage inside of you to the knuckle and curling it deliciously upwards. You gasped, arching off the back of the lounge in some vain attempt to feel more of him, but his strength pressing into your hips held you firmly in place, and a legitimate whine tumbled from your swollen lips. 

He set an achingly slow pace, focusing more on wiggling his finger inside of you before pulling it back to thrust in again, and your throaty groan was cut short when Sebastian’s mouth reappeared on your cunt. He lapped at you furiously, working your brain into a tizzy with the rapid flicks of his tongue against your clit, and the cord in your gut was wrought tight as your climax roared to life in the far reaches of your mind. The wanton moans that slipped from Sebastian were electrifying, and the intensity of his ministrations increased when he added a second finger to the mix. Any pain or discomfort was nonexistent; all you could focus on was the sheer exhilaration his efforts brought you, and your hands tightened in his hair to silently warn him that you were close. 

Leaning sideways for a better angle, Sebastian rolled his head against your inner thigh to peer up at you. Once your glazed over eyes landed on him, he let his mouth hang open in an obscene manner to lewdly flick his tongue over your nub at the same time he stroked your inner walls, and that was as much as you could take before you were crying out for Sebastian loud. Your orgasm hit you with the force of a train, stealing your breath and making your muscles tense so hard that your boyfriend’s face was effectively crushed between your trembling legs. 

Sebastian took everything that you inflicted upon him in stride; the stinging drag of your nails through his hair, as well as the suffocating squeeze of your thighs on either side of his head. He relished in it– and he positively lived for how he could make you fall apart in such a way. His cock concurred with his thoughts, twitching enthusiastically against the confines of his trousers. 

The freckled, Adonis incarnate before you rose to his full height after you had the good grace to release him from the stifling confines of your legs, groaning softly when his fingers slipped out of you. Sebastian regarded you with a predatory look that promised more, and you swallowed thickly as you watched his hands languidly work to undo the catch of his pants.

Worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, Sebastian’s brows pinched together with blatant need as he scanned your prone form against the sofa. “Fuck, do you have any idea what you do to me?” His imposing stature over you– shirtless and flushed, with his chest rising and falling from the strained breaths he pulled into his lungs– it had your heart hammering wildly against your sternum. You shook your head. “Then I’ll show you,” he vowed, and the timbre to his voice seemed to reignite the fire burning in your veins. 

Working quickly, Sebastian shoved his trousers down to his thighs, pulling himself out of his briefs with a needy groan. He gave himself a few testing pumps, tipping his head back slightly when his fist squeezed around the bright red tip, and then he was zeroing in on you like you were the only thing in the room he cared to pay attention to. You were still quivering in your spot on the lounge when Sebastian stepped forward, hauling you upright by the tie around your bare neck to spin you around so you were kneeling on the cushions with your front pressed into the backrest of the couch. 

It took everything in you not to sink back down on your wobbly legs, but then you felt Sebastian’s hands running down your back towards the shapely curve of your ass, and he squeezed at the skin there greedily before lining himself up with your spit-slick cunt. Far too eager to feel his cock inside of you, you watched over your shoulder as Sebastian gingerly pressed into you with a low, raspy moan, and your fingers dug into the backrest so hard, your knuckles blanched white. 

Despite his urgency, Sebastian took his time rocking his hips into you, drinking in your sweet little sounds as he filled you up and slid home. “Fuck,” he breathed, leaning forward to rest his head between your shoulder blades as he buried himself to the hilt. His hands moved from your ass to your waist, holding you still with bruising strength as he got used to the sensation of your hypersensitive walls contracting around him. Your breaths were coming out fast and shallow, completely overwhelmed by the sheer size of him compared to his fingers. Having already come, you were like putty in Sebastian’s hands as he ground his cock into you firmly, and you felt him twitch inside you when your head fell forward against the upholstery of the seat with a gasp. “Fuck– you’re so wet still– feels so fucking perfect.” 

When Sebastian pulled back to torturously thrust into you slowly, your hips rocked in tandem against him, and he redirected his eyes up from where the two of you were connected so he could drink in the expression on your face. Your lips were parted around a choked moan as he moved inside of you, those beautiful, luminescent eyes of yours sparkling with rampant affection and arousal, and his tie swayed around your neck in sync with his movements.

Sebastian hunched forward, lifting one of his hands to rake through your disheveled hair and pull your head back towards his shoulder, and you cried out suddenly before the sound transformed into a filthy moan that only served to spur Sebastian forward faster. His hold on you was unrelenting, effectively bending you backwards against his sweaty chest as he increased his pace and began spearing his cock into you with brutal efficiency. 

It didn’t take long for him to start hitting the deepest parts of you, the thick head of his shaft curving up to graze deliciously over your sweet spot with every rough thrust. Your eyes rolled back in your skull, shameless noises spilling from your lips as Sebastian folded you backwards onto his cock to satiate himself. That familiar feeling blossomed low in your gut, and one of your hands flew back to dig your nails into the bare skin of Sebastian’s thigh behind you. 

“Fuck, fuck, Sebastian–” your warbled voice was like music to his ears, pulling the corners of his mouth up into a devilish smile. His next thrust was particularly forceful, and the incriminating sound of skin slapping against skin filled the Undercroft, seemingly harmonizing with the cacophony of noises that the two of you created together. “Merlin–” 

Sebastian growled, releasing your hair to trail his hand across your front and curl around your throat. He tightened his hold there, squeezing just enough so that your walls clenched around his cock as he upped his tempo. You were completely enveloped by him, held fast to his damp chest as he ruthlessly pounded into you, and the lack of oxygen to your brain numbed everything else as your second orgasm loomed threateningly overhead. 

Overcome with telltale urgency, Sebastian chased his own pleasure desperately, bucking his cock deep into your clenching heat, wringing choked gasps and stuttered cries of his name from your open mouth, and he was fucking dizzy from how good it felt to be pressed against you, holding you tight in his arms. Sebastian tugged you closer to him to latch his lips over the sweaty skin below your ear, biting and sucking a mark there as he propelled his hips upwards inside of you. 

There really wasn’t anything you could do to stop yourself from frantically rutting back in search of that building euphoria. You rode back onto Sebastian with as much give as you were allowed, your eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure and your thighs shaking from how good Sebastian was fucking you, filling you up deep and hard and fast, just how you liked it. The way he slammed you back down onto his rough thrusts by your throat only added fuel to the fire, leaving you a sloppy, gasping, pleading mess in his arms. 

Sebastian released his ironclad grip around your waist to snake his hand lower to your sensitive clit, and your head fell back against his shoulder as he started rubbing firm circles over the overstimulated nub. Your voice strained against his uncompromising hold on your throat, “Fuck– Sebastian, please–” 

“Come, darling, come on my cock. Let me hear your pretty noises, I’m so close,” he muttered the command against the shell of your ear, railing his cock into you so fast and so harshly, you had no choice but to oblige him. 

Sebastian watched as you crumbled against him for the second time, utterly in love with the way your spine rounded as you sank into him, every part of your body trembling. Your walls tightened impossibly further around him, causing him to gasp into the crook of your neck, and Sebastian slammed his cock into your incredible cunt— nearly mindless from how you shook against him— and he fucked you clean through your orgasm until your sounds and body yanked him right over the edge with you. His dark eyes rolled shut, growling your name through his clenched teeth as his pace faltered before he was burying himself deep in you with a heady gasp. 

The feeling of Sebastian emptying inside of you rendered you boneless, leaving your boyfriend with the task of keeping you upright as he ground his hips against your ass, milking himself dry with broken whimpers before halting his movements entirely. His hold around your throat loosened, and the rush of blood returning to your brain was akin to pure bliss alongside the remnants of your climax. 

“Fucking hell,” he groaned after a few heated seconds, relaxing his grip on you so that he could slide himself out before gingerly lowering the two of you down onto the cushions together. Your hands slipped from the back of the couch and fell into your lap as Sebastian maneuvered you into a sitting position, your body too limp to even bother moving yourself. “Are you okay?” 

You gave him a nonplussed blink as you willed your brain to function properly again, and then you nodded shakily. “Shit, yeah. I had no idea your bloodlust would turn you into such a lunatic, though,” you muttered, and Sebastian’s bellowing laugh roused you further from your post-coital state. 

“It’s not bloodlust, darling. It’s you,” he countered easily, a smug smile playing on his freckled lips. He tucked his softening cock back into his briefs and tugged his pants back up over his hips before moving away from you to retrieve the scattered pieces of your uniform. When he reappeared with the ball of clothing, you took it graciously, staying seated on the couch as you worked your underwear up your unsteady legs. “I was serious about the sparring thing, too. I think it would be fun watching you let loose.” 

You shot him a hesitant look, not particularly keen on his eagerness to get bloodied up at your hands, but his excitement at the thought was palpable, and you found yourself relenting to his ludicrous idea with a sigh after a few beats of silence. “Fine,” you conceded. “But only once. I don’t care how horny it makes you– I don’t like the thought of hurting you, no matter how easy it is to fix broken bones here.” 

He had bent down to snatch his button up off the floor, but paused on his way up to glance at you with a pleased expression on his face. The shirt was momentarily forgotten as Sebastian fell to his knees once again, only this time it was to cradle your face in his warm hands and pull you in for a toe curling kiss. His thumbs traced along your cheekbones as his tongue delved deep in your mouth, and you sighed contentedly. The gentleness that always followed these heated moments between the two of you was, without a doubt, one of your favorite things. 

Sebastian broke away to pepper a quick succession of lighter kisses all over your face, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly at his reverence. “Hell yes, whatever you want. I’ll do it wearing a damn ball gown if that’s what it takes.” 

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re barking mad?” 

He smirked, far too pleased to be hearing you say so. “From time to time, yes. Don’t lie, you love it.” 

Your eyes twinkled with amusement, and fighting your smile proved to be easier said than done. “I love you. Your crazy ideas, however, I take with a grain of salt.” 

From there, he stood fully to throw his shirt over his shoulders, and you mirrored his actions, redressing yourself as quickly as your shaky legs would allow. Once finished, you slipped Sebastian’s tie off of your neck, draping it over his shoulders with a coy smile, and you felt his arm coil around your waist to tug you flush against his front, stealing your lips in another steamy, doting kiss. You returned the gesture with equal fervor, rising to your tip-toes to trail your hands up into his hair to scratch shiver-inducing stripes down the nape of his neck. 

The two of you stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity before the screeching gears of the metal gate drew your attention, and you pulled apart at the same time Ominis strode into the Undercroft. His face was contorted in concentration, his wand sweeping across the room until he seemed to sense that yes, his two best friends had indeed abandoned him in the Great Hall to disappear into their shared space. 

“Where the hell have you two been?” He asked, not even bothering to confirm that you were truly there. His outstretched wand pointed towards you both as he made his way to the back of the room. “I thought we were meeting for lunch, I’ve been entertaining idle gossip for the better part of a half hour. What is it that I keep hearing about Leander getting punched in the face?” 

At that, you stepped away from Sebastian, adjusting your skirt slightly before bashfully rubbing the back of your neck. “Ah, yeah. That was me,” you confessed. “Word travels fast. What exactly is being said?” 

Ominis cocked a brow at you as he came to halt a few feet away, a strange look passing over his features as his wand pulsed in your direction. “Rumor has it you broke his nose. Please tell me this isn’t going to become a regular occurrence– I can hardly keep up with Sebastian coming to blows with students as it is.” 

“It won’t, don’t worry. I doubt he’ll even come around me anymore after this.” 

Sebastian snickered under his breath, eyeing you with a proud look that reminded you of your recent escapades, and you blushed under his knowing stare. “If Leander knows what’s good for him, he won’t so much as glance in your direction for the rest of the year. But on that note, I’m famished. Anyone up for food?” 

“I’ve been ‘up for food’ for thirty minutes,” Ominis muttered as he turned on his heel to head for the gate. The three of you fell into step alongside one another, Sebastian’s hand brushing against yours as you walked towards the exit, but then Ominis was pausing mid step, tilting his head up to… sniff the air? How odd. “Merlin’s beard, it smells like sex in here.” 

You snatched your hand away from Sebastian’s to slap your palms over your eyes in embarrassment, every ounce of blood in your body rushing to your head and heating your cheeks as you willed the floor to open up underfoot and swallow you whole. Your boyfriend, however, only laughed. 

“We had to work up an appetite before finding you,” Sebastian mused, unashamed at having been caught by the blond man. “Sorry, Ominis. I’ll send an owl next time.” 

“Please stop fucking in the Undercroft. I’m too scared to sit down here anymore– I can’t tell whether I’m avoiding your cum stains or not.” 

“You’ll want to steer clear of the lounge for the foreseeable future, then.” Sebastian fired back instantly, not a lick of chagrin to be detected in his voice. “That’s a mess you’ll want to avoid.” 

“Please stop talking,” you grit through your teeth, and the coquettish expression on the brunet’s face warranted a sharp look from you. “Or I can’t promise I won’t punch you in the face next.” 

“Didn’t we just establish that I want you to go that route? Don’t threaten me with a good time.” 

Ominis threw his hands up in utter exasperation, shaking his head in disbelief at Sebastian’s gall before damn near sprinting to leave the Undercroft, and the two of you were forced to skip after him as he ascended the staircase to head for the Great Hall. Even after sitting down and piling food on his plate, Sebastian continued to oggle you from his seat across the table. Every so often you would feel his foot nudge your calf, trailing the appendage up your leg to play with the hem of your skirt. 

Despite your earlier mortification, he did a stellar job of brightening your mood, and when Ominis groused over his mug that the two of you should just get fucking married already, Sebastian looked at you wonderstruck, and he seemed to seriously consider it. 

[cuffmeinblack]

Give him something to listen to

Sebastian Sallow x f!reader x Ominis Gaunt

Tags: explicit | smut | threesome | masturbation | unprotected sex | blowjobs | sub!reader

Summary: You give in to Sebastian's flirtations and Ominis is along for the ride.

A/n: I got sick of everyone saying wHY cAn'T i hAvE bOTh so I wrote this. Screenshot credit: @deathlysallows

Sebastian had been flirting with you for years, and you'd always done so well to resist his charms, but his persistence had begun to wear you down—that, and the stares he gave you with his dark eyes, head tilted down, made you ache uncomfortably between your legs. He'd cornered you during a quiet evening, his usual compliments given as he stroked your hand, and you'd give in. You nodded and he smirked, pulling you towards the boy's dormitories.

Sebastian pulled you into the room, drawing you into a soft kiss and guiding you towards the bed as your head whipped around to look at Ominis who was sitting on his own bed, engrossed in a book and completely nonplussed.

"Don't mind him, come here," Sebastian teased.

You cast a final nervous glance at Ominis and knelt on the mattress as Sebastian began unhooking your robes, shedding his own to the floor and drawing you into another, deeper kiss. His mouth was soft and warm, his tongue flicking over your lips until you met it with your own. He gripped you by the waist, pulling you roughly onto his lap and began unbuttoning your shirt, planting kisses on your chest as he went. Your fingers ran through his hair as he teased your nipple with his tongue, kissing and sucking your skin and drawing a low moan from your mouth.

You blushed and remembered Ominis, turning your head to see if he'd heard you. You weren't prepared to see what met your eyes—far from still reading, his book had been roughly discarded at the end of the bed and Ominis had his head thrown back against the wall. His trousers were roughly pulled down around his thighs and he was busy slowly stroking his erection, his thumb drifting lazily over the head. You should have looked away, but the heat rose in your cheeks and ache intensified between your legs as you watched him. His usually pale cheeks were flushed and lips parted as he stroked his impressive length, which in itself had you gasping for breath.

"Give him something to listen to," Sebastian whispered in your ear.

You turned back to him, your head spinning as he pulled his own shirt off, revealing his slim but defined torso, covered in freckles just like his face. You leaned back in to kiss him again, shuffling your hips forward and pressing into Sebastian's hard cock.

"Fuck," he muttered as you rocked your hips, the pressure against you drawing moans from your own mouth.

You felt yourself getting wetter from the friction, your underwear soaked as you thrust your hips against him. You drew back onto the bed, making quick work of Sebastian's trouser buttons and pulling them down below his hips, releasing his throbbing cock. You took him in your hand and ran a finger over the bead of precum as he moaned again, louder and more urgently. Tucking your hair behind your ears, you lowered your head, your eyes flicking towards his face, his gaze locked intently on you with his lips parted. You hovered over the head of his cock and smiled, your eyes flicking to Ominis who was looking more dishevelled, his hand working quickly and rhythmically.

"Please, I want your pretty little mouth around my cock," Sebastian begged as his erection twitched in your hand.

You took one last look at Ominis before your eyes flicked back towards Sebastian and wrapped your mouth around him, running your tongue up and down the length before drawing it back to create the pressure that had him swearing loudly and thrusting his hips to meet you. Sebastian was thick, his cock filling your whole mouth easily, and you willed your gag reflex not to trigger as you took him deeper into your throat.

"Fuck, your mouth feels amazing," Sebastian was muttering as he ran his hands through your hair, tugging it with every dip of your head.

Your eyes were inevitably drawn back to Ominis as you heard the first of his moans from the adjacent bed. He had pulled his shirt open and was thrusting his hips into his hand, the gleam of his precum evident in the low light of the bedroom. You let out a whimper as you watched him, fascinated and impossibly aroused by the boy who was usually so reserved and private.

"Do you want him to join us?" Sebastian said breathlessly.

You slowed your tongue, replacing your mouth with your hand and nodded at him.

"Ominis, come here."

Ominis didn't need very long to consider the instruction as he approached the bed, dropping his trousers and feeling his way onto the mattress. His thin and gentle hands ran over your back, tracing down your spine and reaching around to your front, skimming your hips and pushing in-between your thighs. He knelt behind you as you continued to stroke Sebastian with your hand, his dark eyes watching you.  Ominis pushed his hand further, his fingers parting your lips and gliding over your entrance.

"She's so wet," he said in your ear. "Is that for me?"

You shuddered and moaned as he found your clit, his fingers making slow circles around the swollen nub.

"Yes," you said breathlessly.

Sebastian removed the grip he had on your thighs as one hand followed your leg up and reached between your legs, placing it over Ominis' as he continued to push you closer to the edge. Sebastian stroked your skin, wetting his fingers with your arousal which was now dripping down your thighs. You were so close, your legs shook as you struggled to keep your weight off of Sebastian's legs which you were still straddling. 

"I'm so close, please don't stop," you managed to cry.

Ominis continued the tempo, his other hand teasing your nipple between his thumb and forefinger as his mouth explored the side of your neck. His mouth was wet and warm, his tongue flicking over you as he sucked gently on your skin. You felt his cock press into you from behind and you fell apart, arching your back as your orgasm rippled through you and made you scream and grip Ominis' hair. The hand you still around Sebastian was shaky and sloppy in its strokes.

"Do you want him to fuck you?" Sebastian asked in a low voice, his eyes never leaving you as you continued to whimper helplessly as Ominis' touch.

You nodded weakly and Sebastian removed your hand from his cock, taking it in his own and resting against the wall, watching and waiting. Ominis' hand finally left you and he sat back on the bed, pulling you by the waist to follow him. You turned towards him and straddled him, running a hand over his face—his pale skin flecked with beauty marks, his swollen pink lips. His hair was so messy as you'd gripped it tightly as you came undone, the blonde strands falling over his face. 

He held his cock and guided you down with a push of your hips and you shuddered and moaned as he entered you, filling you completely. 

"Fuck, Ominis you're so big," you sighed.

"Mmmph I can barely fit inside you," he muttered against your neck.

His mouth kissed you slowly up towards your jaw, finding yours and biting your lower lip gently as you whimpered. You moved your hips slowly, savouring the feel of him inside you, taking him inch by inch until he pushed your waist down and thrust up against you. You carried on the slow teasing as you exchanged sloppy kisses in-between ragged breaths, his grip becoming firmer and almost painful around your hips and waist.

"How does she feel?" Sebastian muttered from behind you.

You glanced backward to see him frantically stroking his thick cock, his eyes darting over yours and Ominis' entwined bodies. The image of him completely naked, sprawled out at the edge of the bed with his throbbing erection covered in spit and precum was almost more than you could bear as you let out a strangled whine.

"She's soaking, and so tight," Ominis moaned.

"Fuck," Sebastian said, his hand quickening.

You returned to Ominis' mouth, your tongue lapping over his hungrily as you fucked him urgently, another orgasm building inside you from the deep pressure. 

"You are a good girl aren't you? Go and show Sebastian how tight your little pussy is," Ominis breathed in your ear.

You almost said no, but you wanted to feel Sebastian inside you. You gave Ominis a deep kiss and he bit down hard on your lip as you lifted off of his lap with a shuddering sigh, his soaking wet cock springing back against him. Sebastian already had you by the arm pushing you down onto the bed next to Ominis and shuffling in-between your legs.

He drew your legs up and thrusted into you, completely unprepared for how forceful he would be as he slammed into you again and again. You were vaguely aware of Ominis stroking himself by your head as he moaned appreciatively at the display.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous," Sebastian groaned.

The words tipped you over the edge as your walls contracted around him, he swore as his cock pulsed inside you as he finished, his arms shaking and the both of you covered in sweat and sex, gasping loudly. You groped around above you to find Ominis kneeling on the bed, his groans now erratic and loud, feeling up his thigh to his tight balls and fondling them softly as he continued to stroke himself.

"Would you like me to fill up your mouth?" he asked.

"Yes, Ominis, please," you gasped.

Sebastian withdrew from over you and you scrambled towards Ominis, taking him hungrily in your mouth as he finished straight away at the suction, releasing his hot cum into your mouth. His hands tangled painfully in your hair as he held you still, his cock pulsing. You swallowed, licking the tip of his head as he loosened his grip and you moved your mouth away, making him shudder and collapse on the bed, completely breathless.

The three of you lay lazily in the post-sex haze, Sebastian's hand gently stroking your thigh and Ominis' hand running through your hair and you smiled, wondering why you'd resisted for so long.

[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.

[whizzing-fizzbee]

Behind the Curtains

Sebastian Sallow x Reader (F!MC) But also Ominis Gaunt x Reader (see notes below)

Rating: Explicit 18+, MDNI (smut, profanity), all characters are 18+ Words: 2,168 Tags: shameless smut; infidelity and cuckolding if you squint (but not actually? IDK, see the notes below)

Summary: Sebastian Sallow loves his girlfriend, and she adores him back. So why is Sebastian waking up to find her in bed with Ominis Gaunt?

Notes: I didn't know how to tag this because yes, reader who is dating Sebastian hooks up with Ominis Gaunt but not actually? So it's kind of infidelity and cuckolding if you squint really hard but also not really? Sorry IDK, I just wanted an excuse to write something with Ominis. All characters are 18-year-old seventh years.

Read on AO3 or below the cut.

The sound of muffled voices drew Sebastian Sallow from his slumber. The dormitory room was quiet and dark. From what Sebastian could tell as he squinted sleepily at the ceiling, it was the middle of the night. 

A sudden giggle sent him on high alert. Sebastian sat up and stilled, holding his breath as he listened closely.

The distinct sound of rustling bedding followed by another quiet laugh made Sebastian freeze. It was a girl’s giggle.

Sebastian was no stranger to having girls in his dorm room. You’d spent countless nights there as his girlfriend of several months, and one of his roommates also had a steady girlfriend. Ominis Gaunt would roll his eyes at them and call them heathens.

But the sound was coming from one bed over, which was Ominis��� corner of the room. Sebastian gently drew back the edge of one of his bed curtains to squint across the room. Another giggle made him swallow. That was your giggle.

Moonlight poured through the window, casting a faint spotlight over Ominis’ bed. The curtains were open and Sebastian could see two silhouettes seated on top of the bed. As Sebastian’s eyes adjusted to the light, his breath hitched. One of the figures was undeniably yours. He’d recognize that hair and those curves anywhere. He also recognized Ominis, who sat with his unbuttoned shirt hanging open to expose his bare chest.

But Sebastian couldn’t believe you’d be so cruel and crass. His own best friend? In the bed right next to him with the curtains open, revealing your infidelities? It wasn’t possible. You wouldn’t.

But another soft giggle secured his suspicions. That was unmistakably you in bed with Ominis Gaunt.

Sebastian opened his mouth to say something – anything – but words wouldn’t form. His mouth moved, lips hurling every demand he could manage, but no sound came out. Horrified, Sebastian tried to kick the covers off to leap to his feet and confront you, but his legs were frozen. He wriggled atop his bed until he was thrashing, but he was trapped. No one seemed to take any notice of his panicked state, the other roommates fast asleep while you and Ominis remained preoccupied.

And so, Sebastian sat in searing silence, his eyes glued to your form moving in the moonlight.

You were sitting next to Ominis, your legs touching his as he whispered in your ear. You’d giggle and gently touch the top of his thigh in response until you leaned in to kiss him.

Sebastian tugged his bed curtains wide open to reveal his presence, but you and Ominis took no notice. He tried to shout, begging you to stop, but the only sounds in the room came from you and Ominis as you broke your kiss, panting for air.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you,” you murmured to Ominis. 

“Oh, but I do,” Ominis replied.

Sebastian wanted to cry. He stared downward at his legs, willing them to move. Had he been cursed? Was this some kind of sick spell Ominis had cast on him so that he could steal you away? Crucio would have been far less cruel than this.

The sound of rustling stole Sebastian’s attention again. He watched as you slipped your jumper off and shimmied out of your bra. You rose to your feet and turned toward Ominis. You bent over, leaning in to kiss him as he remained seated at the edge of the bed. He reached up to tug your skirt to the floor. His hands slipped into the waistband of your panties and inched them downward, flinging them aside. 

They landed on the edge of Sebastian’s bed. Sebastian reached for them and choked a sob as he realized they were soaked.

Your kisses trailed over Ominis’ jawline to his neck until you suddenly fell to your knees in front of him.

The sound of a clinking belt buckle preceded a zipper, then the swoosh of a pair of trousers being pulled to the floor. 

“Oh my,” you breathed. “Ominis, you’re so big – bigger than anyone I’ve been with.”

Sebastian wanted to rip the curtains down. His wand – where was his wand? He always slept with it on his night stand, but it was nowhere in sight. 

He decided he’d kill Ominis with his bare hands the moment his paralysis was over.

The crude sounds of sucking echoed from Ominis’ bed and Sebastian’s jaw clenched so hard, his ears began to ring. But the ringing in his head wasn’t loud enough to drown out the sounds of you gurgling and gagging around Ominis.

“Just like that,” Ominis panted, his hands tangled in your hair. Sebastian wanted to tear his eyes away but the moonlight served as a spotlight, casting itself so that your sins were center-stage. Sebastian could see every sickening detail.

He watched as your flattened tongue ran upward and around the tip of Ominis’ cock, tracing circles that made him grunt. You sucked gently over the tip until you engulfed his full length, his shaft disappearing into your mouth toward your throat.

Your head bobbed and then stilled again as you held Ominis’ cock in your throat. He thrusted his hips upward, his tip sinking into the soft warmth until you choked.

The pop of his cock leaving your mouth chorused across the room, but still, no one but Sebastian seemed to hear it.

Your tongue resumed its work as it ran over Ominis’ length again until your lips closed around him. You hollowed your cheeks in tight and sucked, your lips pulling over every vein and ridge until Ominis moaned. You looked like ghosts in the pale light; Sebastian wished you were.

“My turn,” Ominis growled as he gave your hair a gentle tug. You climbed to your feet and stood over him until he snaked his hands around the backs of your thighs and pulled you toward his waiting tongue.

You gasped as he attacked your cunt with his mouth from his seated position, his hands gripping your ass as he feasted while you loomed over him. His tongue glided over your clit and beneath your folds until he could savor your rich arousal.

You jutted your hips forward as his fingers pressed into the flesh of your ass as if he was holding you in place. You grinded yourself against his tongue, forcing your clit against it over and over until you could feel the tension mounting in your nerve endings.

You moaned so loud, you clearly had no concern for the others in the room. Sebastian could hear how wet you were and it made him whimper.

Meanwhile, Ominis’ tongue danced frenzied flickers across your clit, confirming that he was, indeed, an heir of Slytherin. You drove your hips forward, one hand pressed against the back of his head as you forced your own orgasm. It made you shout his name as he pulled you into himself so hard, your feet lifted off the ground. When he released you, you whimpered from your woozy post-orgasm haze.

“Can’t believe I’ve let Sebastian keep you all to himself,” Ominis murmured against your stomach, his hands still cupping your ass. “Not anymore. Not when you taste so exquisite.”

Sebastian growled, but the flush in his cheeks was no longer sourced by mere outrage. The tented blanket across his lap revealed the complexity of his emotions; lust from the sight of you falling apart, frustration from your betrayal, and arousal from the thought of punishing you for it. He couldn’t help himself. No matter how many times he’d seen it firsthand for himself, you were a fucking goddess when you came undone – even if it was by the hands of another man. The primal echo of your moans, the ripples of your walls, the surge of slick nectar that trickled from your entrance… Sebastian couldn’t blame anyone else for wanting it.

“I need you, Ominis,” you begged. “All of you. Now.”

Ominis scooted backward across the bed until he was seated upright with his back against the headboard. You wasted no time in straddling his lap. He felt his way from your hips to your breasts, his fingertips tracing your nipples like braille.

“Is that you? You’re dripping,” Ominis groaned as you lined your entrance over the tip of his cock. You giggled in response. Sebastian, who had realized he may as well be invisible, shouted in torment.

You lowered yourself carefully around Ominis, a bizarre contrast from the careless nature of your tryst. The moonlight glowed across your back as Sebastian watched Ominis’ cock disappear inside you. It felt like he was watching in slow motion.

“Oh my god,” you groaned once you were fully sheathed. The sight of you – hands pressed flat against Ominis’ chest, thighs hugging his torso, bare breasts bouncing with every slight movement – was enough to send Sebastian into a spiral. But he remained still, watching you with dark, heavy eyes as his chest rose and fell with labored breaths.

“Are you alright?” Ominis asked, his hands coming to rest on your waist. “Is it too much?”

“It’s perfect,” you breathed, shifting your weight forward. You and Ominis moaned in unison at the way your walls stretched to contain him. You rocked slowly at first, allowing yourself to adjust to his entire length. The way it pressed into your soft, slick flesh was dizzying.

You leaned in to kiss Ominis as you began to lift your hips, dropping them back down until his cock drove hard against your sweet spot. The sensation was so addictive, it became your driving force. You repeated the motion with manic frenzy until you were on your feet, crouched over Ominis’ lap as you bounced over his cock.

Sebastian twisted the bedsheets in his fists. You’d never done that for him. His cock throbbed as he watched you work, but he refused to touch himself. He would not let himself get off at the sight of you fucking his own best friend.

“Oh fuck, Ominis,” you moaned, the obscene sounds of your ass smacking downward into his skin. “There’s no one like you.”

“You’re so fucking good,” Ominis encouraged. “I need to feel you come.”

You clenched your walls hard, desperate to pull an orgasm from his cock. The tension inside your core escalated in the form of a scalding heat. It snaked through your walls and waited to strike.

Ominis’ fingers pressed bruises into the skin of your hips. His breathing was ragged, a signal he was losing control. You rode harder, fucking yourself on the full sheath of his cock with sharp slaps until the pressure broached the surface and you let out a ringing cry. You collapsed on top of Ominis, the tip of his cock slamming into your sweet spot as your walls convulsed around it. 

Ominis grunted, his hips raising you both upward from the mattress as his cock twitched and spilled his release within your walls.

Sebastian was crying by now. Frustration, agony and guilt streamed over his freckled cheeks as he watched your form go limp as you remained on top of Ominis. Sebastian writhed in anguish until his legs suddenly jerked free from their invisible confines and his cries amplified over the room.

And suddenly, he was awake. 

Sebastian was sweaty, his hands sore from balling fists in his sleep. The room was cool and quiet; no giggling or moaning. Sebastian nudged the curtain open with one hand and noticed the moonlight spilling from the window showed no motion from Ominis’ bed. Ominis’ curtains were closed and Sebastian could hear snoring.

It was all a dream – a nightmare, really, but a figment of his imagination nonetheless. Sebastian let out a long exhale of relief as he peered upward at the ceiling. He felt terrible for envisioning such obscene behavior between the two people he loved most. They loved him, too, and he knew they’d never betray him. 

A sudden shift of weight beside him pulled Sebastian from his thoughts.

“Sebastian?” you mumbled sleepily. “Are you awake?”

“Yeah, darling,” Sebastian murmured quietly. “Just had a dream, is all.”

You rolled from your back to your side until you were cuddled up against him, one hand draped gently over his chest. 

“Was it a good dream?” you asked as your hand ran gentle lines up and down his bare chest. 

“I don’t remember,” Sebastian lied guiltily. 

“Really?” you mused quietly with a smirk. “Because it looks like it was good.”

Your hand drifted downward over the taut peak in the blanket over Sebastian’s lap and he let out a low hiss, his eyes falling shut as he welcomed the friction against his erection.

“What time is it?” you murmured in his ear.

“It’s still early,” he replied.

“Good,” you hummed, your flattened palm dragging over his length beneath the covers. “That gives us plenty of time, then. I was thinking we could spend the morning by the lake together. Maybe we could invite Ominis, too.”

Sebastian’s eyes shot open. “Absolutely not.”

[slytherinzz]

Scars of the past

Summary: after one of your late night rescues, they find themselves in the Room of Requirement to tend to their battle wounds. It has been two years since the event of fifth year, but Sebastian can't help but to think back at that awfull time after seeing the scars on MC's body. His scars.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F!reader

Warnings: A lil angst a lil fluff

The castle was quiet as Sebastian and MC trudged up the winding staircases of Hogwarts, their steps heavy with exhaustion. The faint light of the moon streamed through the tall, arched windows, casting long shadows across the stone floors. They had just returned from yet another escapade—clearing out a poacher camp and rescuing a pair of distressed mooncalves.

It had become a ritual for the two of them, these late-night missions. They both shared a deep-seated need to right the wrongs of the magical world after their 5th year, and somewhere along the line, their shared purpose had grown into something more.

Sebastian stole a glance at her as they ascended the final staircase to the Room of Requirement. Dirt smudged her cheeks, a faint streak of blood ran along her forearm, and her hair was in wild disarray. And yet, to him, she looked radiant.

“You’re quiet,” she said, giving him a sidelong look. “What’s on your mind?”

“Just wondering how many poachers we’ve pissed off this time,” he teased, though the smile on his lips didn’t quite reach his eyes.

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Enough to ensure they won’t be coming back anytime soon.”

The wall before them shimmered as they approached, and the Room of Requirement opened to reveal a familiar, cozy space: a crackling fireplace, two plush couches, and a simple bed tucked away in the corner for nights like these when they didn’t dare risk sneaking back to their dorms.

Sebastian let out a sigh of relief, stepping inside and kicking off his boots. “Merlin’s beard, I think I’m too tired to move another muscle.”

“You and me both,” she agreed, plopping down onto one of the couches and wincing slightly as she stretched.

As they worked in companionable silence, patching up their injuries with Wiggenweld potions and quick healing charms, Sebastian couldn’t help but notice how her hands trembled slightly. She always tried to hide it after these missions, as if refusing to acknowledge the toll it took on her body would make it less real.

“You should let me take a look at that arm,” he said, nodding toward the shallow cut on her forearm.

“It’s fine, really—”

“Let me,” he insisted, his voice softer this time.

She relented, sitting beside him and holding out her arm. His fingers brushed her skin as he muttered a charm to clean the wound, and she shivered slightly under his touch. He felt his heart quicken, but he forced himself to focus.

“There,” he said after a moment, leaning back and admiring his work. “Good as new.”

She smiled at him, and for a moment, the room seemed to grow warmer. There was something unspoken between them, something that had been building for months but neither dared to address.

“You’re staring,” she said, breaking the tension with a teasing grin.

“Can you blame me?” he shot back, though the words held more weight than he intended. Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly stood to rummage through her bag.

“Ugh, I need to get out of these clothes,” she muttered, turning her back to him as she pulled her shirt over her head.

Sebastian’s gaze immediately dropped, his cheeks reddening as he tried to give her privacy. He’d seen her change before, in hurried moments during their missions, but it was different now. There was an intimacy in the air that hadn’t been there before, and it left him flustered.

He couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting upward, and that’s when he saw them—scars. Her back was littered with them, pale lines crisscrossing her skin like a map of battles fought and endured.

And then he saw it.

A jagged, lightning-shaped scar stretched diagonally across her back, angry and red even after two years. His breath caught in his throat as he recognized the distinct mark left by the Cruciatus Curse.

His Cruciatus Curse.

“Sebastian?” Her voice was quiet, unsure, as she glanced over her shoulder and caught the expression on his face.

“Did I do that to you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

She turned fully to face him, clutching her shirt to her chest, her eyes softening. “Sebastian—”

“Did I do that to you?” he repeated, his voice breaking this time.

She hesitated, then nodded. “It happened that night in the Scriptorium. When you… when you cast the curse on me.”

He felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. He had tried so hard to atone for the mistakes of his fifth year, to make amends for the darkness he had embraced. But seeing the physical reminder of his actions carved into her skin—it was almost too much to bear.

“I—” His voice faltered. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know… I didn’t realize—”

She stepped forward, placing a hand on his cheek. “Sebastian, stop. I’ve forgiven you. I forgave you a long time ago.”

“How can you forgive something like that?” he asked, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

“Because I know who you are now,” she said simply. “And you’re not that boy anymore.”

She guided him to sit on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of him as she took his hands in hers.

“I don’t blame you for what happened,” she continued, her voice steady despite the weight of her words. “It was a dark time for both of us, and we’ve both made mistakes. But you’ve changed, Sebastian. You’ve become someone I trust, someone I… care about.”

He looked at her, his heart aching with a mixture of guilt and love. “I care about you too,” he admitted. “More than you know. And that’s why it kills me to see what I’ve done to you.”

She smiled softly, brushing a stray tear from his cheek. “You can’t change the past, but you’ve more than made up for it. And I wouldn’t be here without you.”

For a moment, they just sat there, the silence between them comfortable and warm. Finally, she stood, pulling him up with her and guiding him toward the bed.

“Come on,” she said, her voice light despite the heaviness of their conversation. “We both need some rest.”

He hesitated, glancing at her nervously. “Are you sure?”

“Sebastian,” she said with a small laugh, “you’ve slept here before. I’m not going to bite.”

As they lay side by side, the tension between them began to melt away. His arm found its way around her waist, and she didn’t protest. Instead, she shifted closer, resting her head on his chest.

“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the crackling fire.

“For what?”

“For forgiving me. For giving me a chance to make things right.”

She smiled against his chest, her eyes already drifting shut. “Always.”

As sleep claimed them, Sebastian pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, silently vowing to protect her from any harm—even from himself.

[matchavellichor]

A Losing Game

A/N: was in the mood to write pure filth so here's some jealous sebastian smut lul. also i left the context intentionally vague so that i could maybe write a prequel sometime but i hope it's clear they absolutely hate each other loool

Sebastian Sallow x f!MC - NSFW - 4.4k words - ao3

Summary: Watching his long-time rival and dueling partner kiss someone else ignites feelings in Sebastian that has him questioning just how similar hate is to desire.

Tags: Yule Ball, Enemies to Lovers, Pining Sebastian, Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Rough Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Mild Prey/Predator, No Safeword

For the first time in their many years of friendship, Sebastian is the one being dragged to a social event he has no interest in being a part of. Ominis, taking no small amount of pleasure in this, leads them into the Great Hall with an amused smirk on his face, only biting his tongue because he’s respectful of present company. Sebastian frowns.

His robes are scratchy, his date is doused in a nausea-inducing amount of flowery perfume, and there’s not nearly enough firewhiskey in the spiked punch this year.

He tells himself pointedly, as if it’s a matter of public record, that he isn’t looking for her.

Even as his eyes comb over the crowd, and there’s a little pang of disappointment in his gut when he still doesn’t spot her after the third sweep.

“Stop sulking,” Ominis murmurs from beside him. “You look miserable.”

Sebastian proceeds to sulk even more. “How would you know how I look?”

“I’m blind, not oblivious.”

Sebastian rolls his eyes, sitting down at the table the blonde had chosen and preparing himself for an entire night of brooding.

He’d have no qualms in remaining seated in their desolate little corner for the entirety of the evening, but his date—Bianca or Beatrice or, maybe something with a D—has other plans.

She titters something about dancing, and then she’s suddenly tugging on his arm and dragging him towards parquet floors. In no mood to protest, he lets himself get weaved through pairs of students who are doing anything but respecting Headmaster’s Black rule to maintain a Potions textbook length apart.

So much for leaving room for Merlin.

He manages a tight-lipped smile when they stop under a cloud charmed to sprinkle snowflakes, small flurries of white blending into a halo around them. It’s a truly beautiful sight, a winter wonderland of silver and gold englobing them, yet despite this, Sebastian’s demeanor is tight and forced, starkly unhappy.

He pretends he doesn’t understand the reasoning behind his sour mood. Pretends he isn’t thinking about someone else’s hands, someone else’s smell, someone else’s eyes, and the obvious absence of them.

Sebastian feels dreadfully pathetic clinging to the prospect of even simply seeing her as a motivator to suffer through the remainder of the night.

He wonders when he became such a pining, spineless idiot and deduces it must’ve been somewhere during the first dozen times she’d knocked him on his ass in a duel. Surely, a screw was knocked loose then. Or a couple.

Sebastian swallows his displeasure and takes hold of a hand that’s not the right size, that doesn’t have the calluses and rough edges in the places he’s already far too familiar with. It’s easy to fall into pace, but it’s hard to enjoy it. Hard to pretend he’s dancing with someone else.

It’s then, glancing over his date’s shoulder through the haze of floating candles and snowflakes, that he finally catches sight of what he has decidedly not been thinking about all evening.

From the way he stills and all his attention narrows in on one person, you’d think Salazar Slytherin himself just made an appearance butt-naked on a unicycle.

Breath-taking is an understatement. Asphyxiating might be a more valiant contender. Sebastian would be impressed with himself if he managed to get enough oxygen in his lungs to keep his brain functioning for an entire night of staring at her across dance floors.

His eyes comb over every inch of the blood red floor-length gown she has on, head-to-toe, gaze rising to dust over the blush high on her cheekbones, even further up to the gems crested in her hair.

He takes a deep, fortifying breath, though it doesn’t do him any good.

Then, his attention narrows in on the person accompanying her and it’s like his stomach immediately pitches, falls down six flights of stairs, and subsequently plummets into a dark abyss, landing at the bottom with a pathetic, defeated sort of sound.

Because her arm is tucked into the crook of someone else’s elbow, and she’s smiling at something someone else is whispering in her, and despite being only a few feet away at this point, she doesn’t even spare a glance at Sebastian.

Instead, she drapes an arm around her date’s neck, which he reciprocates with a hand at the small of her back, pulls their bodies closer and—

Sebastian squeezes his eyes shut and refuses to look, turning away from what feels like betrayal, though he knows is the farthest thing from it.

Maybe that’s what feels the worst. What makes his mouth taste so bitter he could gag from it. It’s the realization that he has no right to feel so upset about any of it. That he can’t expect anything from her.

That she isn’t his.

His shoulders stiffen and he suddenly stops any movements, letting his hands drop from where they were rested at a chiffon-covered waist, stepping away.

His date calls his name, emitting some cross between a petulant whine and indignant scoff, but he doesn’t really hear her. He’s busy high-tailing towards the drink table and doing the mental math for how many teal-coloured glasses of spiked punch he’ll have to drink to self-induce a coma.

Ominis, with his hell-anointed sixth sense, meets him three-quarters of the way there, falling into step as they weave through pairs of students.

“This is your own doing, you know.”

He’s right, yet Sebastian would still throttle him if there weren’t so many witnesses around. He ignores him.

“Sebastian,” Ominis sighs. “You’re being childish.”

“You aren’t helping.”

“I’m not trying to,” Ominis says. “I thought I’d already made myself clear that I was on her side concerning this.”

Sebastian scowls. “Some friend you are.”

“All you had to do was ask her.”

“Asking her is admitting defeat,” Sebastian mutters over the rim of the glass he just poured himself. “She wouldn’t have ever let me live it down.”

“I don’t understand this game you two play,” Ominis frowns. “Would it have been so hard for you to humble yourself for just a moment?”

Sebastian takes a long drink. “Yes. In front of her, it would’ve been.”

“Then enjoy watching her dance with someone else for the remainder of the evening.”

Sebastian has just about decided to actually throttle Ominis, witnesses be damned, but he’s already making his way back into the crowd, out of reach.

Sebastian groans, yet doesn’t go after him. Refuses to.

From his position on the outskirts of the dance floor, he’s in blissful ignorance of whatever it is she’s doing at the moment. Despite the curiosity eating away at him from the inside, it’s some form of solace that at least he can’t see the smile he’d caught on her face. Can’t see the glow in her eyes, or her hands on her date’s robes, or all the affection he craves so ardently misdirected towards someone else.

Somehow, it’s worse.

And then, as if Fortune, on his damned quarry smiling, has decided Sebastian hasn’t endured enough for one pitiful night already, the steady crescendo of a waltz begins to build.

The crowd pulses and sways in tempo with the symphony, leaving breaches and eyelets, brief openings that he can’t tear his eyes away from, because even if it hurts, he needs to see her again.

That’s how he catches sight of her for the second time that evening. Like the seas parting to reveal a miracle, she finds herself right in his line of vision.

Sebastian conveys the tightening he feels in his chest into an ice-cold glower, features hardened. He prays she’ll just look. Even if it’s something fleeting, a split second of a glance.

Once again, her eyes never make their way anywhere near him.

It’s almost intentional, in a way that drives him insane. As if she knows where he is, and she’s skirting over him pointedly, antagonistically. Sebastian wouldn’t be surprised if it were intentional, a gleaming testimony to all the other ways she manages to get under his skin.

The dancing body of students continues to shift, like a pendulum, back and forth, revealing and concealing. He clings to the momentary sight of her, and still, like a fool, hopes that at some instance she’ll look back. Acknowledge him.

Give him some form of recognition so he doesn’t have to admit defeat so quickly. So that he knows that they’re still playing their game, that he’s not just losing alone.

The composition nears its apex, surrounding gowns and robes reaching a swirling mass of glitter and silks, and something heavy sinks inside of him, an impending sense of foreboding.

He knows what’s coming, somehow.

The orchestra finally reaching its climax.

Her fingers threading through the hairs at the nape of her date’s neck.

Her leaning forward, nose slotting against his, lips hovering over another’s and yet—

He doesn’t look away. Even if it feels like being split open, sternum cracked across the middle, until he’s left with a slick-red, yawning chest cavity.

He can’t look away, because her eyes are open and for the first time in the entire evening, they’re meeting his.

Like most instances involving her, he isn’t sure if he’s winning or losing anymore.

She doesn’t look away, and he can’t bring himself to either. It’s like he’s standing there, split from top to bottom, voluntarily exposed for her to prod at, to ruin. And yet, there’s a bittersweetness to it all.

Her lips aren’t on his, yet she’s looking at him as if she wishes they were.

There’s something taunting in her eyes. Something he might’ve mistaken as a threat if they were in their usual setting, mid-duel in the Undercroft.

A challenge.

It takes him a moment to realize that context shouldn’t matter. This is an invitation for battle, a glaring provocation. He stares.

The sight of her mouth on someone else’s makes bile rise in his throat, makes him so filled with rage and revulsion that he thinks he might suffocate on it all. Yet the sight of her eyes, the sheer amount of longing she’s able to convey in such a short glance, is enough to invigorate him, to channel all his rage and wanting into something else.

His legs move of their own accord.

Her reflexes are as sharp as they are in battle.

The second she sees him coming towards her, she reacts. Murmurs a hurried apology towards her date, who looks so confused Sebastian would almost feel bad for the bloke if he didn’t want to strangle him so violently.

She’s immediately cutting through the crowd towards the opposite direction, her eyes trained on one of the exits. He picks up his speed, but she’s quicker than him, smaller, able to duck through bunches of students with ease, even with her dress hindering her movements.

Adrenaline trickles up his spine. She throws him another glance over her shoulder and smirks, sly and knowing, a look that writhes under his skin in the way her glances always do.

Even if he’s the one chasing her, Sebastian feels awfully like the rodent in their little game of cat and mouse.

They both step into the quiet of the dimly-lit hallway, the sounds of the party bleeding away as the door shuts behind them, casting them in silence.

There’s a split moment where she spins around to look at him, chest heaving. The live-wire tension between them is pulled so taut it’s a miracle the air doesn’t crackle with static.

Neither of them move for a long moment, until her lips curl into a smile.

She breaks into a run and Sebastian doesn’t miss a beat.

He chases after her, his heart pounding with something primal, something instinctive. Like his self-control might slip away from him when he catches her, like he might just sink his teeth into soft flesh, dig his nails into supple skin. She runs as if she’s just as aware of this fact as he is.

He almost wants to punish her for it. Bite and scratch and mark as if in vengeance for her thinking she could ever get away from him. For her forgetting that she’s anything but his, as if she should simply know it by now.

She’s fast, but she’s nearly tripping over the dress she has fisted in her hands, and her heels don’t help. All it takes is for her to stumble around a corner and he’s on her, grabbing her gown, pulling her towards him.

He spins her around, and she grunts when he slams her against the wall. Teeth bared, strands of the elegant updo she’d had her hair in falling down over her shoulders, glittery makeup smeared down her cheeks — she looks like something savage.

For some reason, it makes something deep-set inside Sebastian ache.

“Let go,” she grits, struggling against the hold he has on her wrists, under the weight of his body that has her molded to the wall.

His grip only tightens, frustration simmering low in his gut. Sebastian has never known desire like this, shadowed by fury. Want and anger, love and hate, repulsion and obsession.

“I know what you’re doing,” he hisses.

She stills her thrashing in favor of looking up at him through her lashes with an expression so innocent, it’s crucifying.

“Attending a dance?”

His jaw sets. “Don’t get smart with me.”

“Why, are you having a hard time keeping up?”

He stares at her for a long moment, jaw working in tandem with his thoughts. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and she tilts her head, amused at how worked up he’s gotten.

“I know what you’re doing,” she says.

“And what’s that?”

“Thinking about how badly you want to kill me, probably,” she says. Her eyes fall to his lips and his breath stops in his throat. “Or kiss me. Haven’t quite worked out which one yet.”

“So certain that they’re mutually exclusive,” he murmurs, his gaze falling to mimic hers despite himself. “I think you forget that I’m very multi-faceted.”

“That I’m aware of,” she tilts her chin up, almost as if inviting him to press his mouth to hers, a siren’s call. “You manage to be mind-numbingly stupid and brilliantly obnoxious, all at the same time.”

He scoffs. “And you manage to be the most infuriating person on the planet.”

She seems starkly proud of the title. “What can I say, I invoke passion.”

“You invoke homicidal thoughts.”

“Not the only kinds of thoughts I invoke in you, is it, Sallow?”

He reddens. He’s spent too many showers hunched over his own fist with silencing charms plastered around the tiles for his response to be anything more than a blurted, evocative reaction.

“Anything you think I feel for you is precisely the opposite. I fucking despise you.”

He only notes a split second after that it’s not an outright denial.

Evidently, so does she. Because then, as if she were made to crawl under his skin, writhe underneath it until his nerves were a mess, she smiles.

What he truly despises is how pretty he finds it.

“You don’t hate me.”

He sneers. “Is that so?”

“Hate isn’t the opposite of love. Indifference is,” she leans in. “And I’d hardly call chasing me through the castle simply because I kissed someone else…indifferent.”

He decides then — or more accurately, his too-horny, too-angry, too-impulsive brain decides for him — to wipe the pleased grin off her face the most effective way he knows how.

With a hand fisted in her hair and his mouth crashing against hers.

It isn’t tender or sweet, nor the remotest definition of kind, but it’s fitting and dreadfully familiar, because it’s not like they’ve ever been nice to one another.

He lets go of her wrists to give her some fighting chance, because he’s cruel, but he prides himself on being fair. Instead of pushing him away, or going for her wand, or doing anything to indicate she doesn’t want this, however, she pulls him in. As if she knows exactly how to bring him to his knees, in any and all contexts, and revels in any opportunity to destroy him.

He almost thinks it’s a trap, another one of her grating ploys, but when she tangles her fingers in his hair and drags her nails down his scalp and kisses him back with just as much fervor as he does, it’s hard to believe it’s simply a farce.

Her tongue finds his and Sebastian wonders if they’ll ever do anything together that doesn’t mimic a battle. She fights for dominance in every stroke of her tongue against his, and his stubbornness refuses to grant her it.

“Fuck,” he groans against her mouth, because he’s learning just how much she kisses the same way she duels.

Dirty, unfair, brutal. Like she’s never been afraid of blood, or getting messy, or breaking things.

She stokes a fire that’s been simmering inside him until it’s red-hot and all-consuming, flames licking at the inside of his throat. He pulls her bottom lip between his teeth and bites until he tastes copper, finding some sick form of satisfaction at the pained little whine she lets out.

“You kissed him,” he pants, and there’s something raw in his voice. He rests his forehead against hers and stares at the crimson pooling on her lip. “You kissed him.”

She swallows. “I did.”

Sebastian despises how hurt he sounds. “I could kill him.”

“You won’t.”

“I could.”

“I know,” she nods, chest heaving against his. Her voice grows suddenly soft, until it’s barely a whisper. “I wanted it to be you.”

He groans, almost pained. “Did you?”

She nods.

“Has he ever touched you?”

She shakes her head.

“Tell the truth,” he says, fingers threading through the tangled remains of her chignon, tilting her face up towards him so he can meet her eyes. “Did you let him touch you?” He presses a leg between her thighs, barely able to feel her through layers of tulle. “Here?”

“No,” she gasps from the contact, nails scrambling to drag down his forearm. “Never.”

“Fuck,” he sighs, and tips his head down to press against her throat, drags his lips over her jaw. “Only me, hm? Say it.”

She shakes her head and his gaze darkens, pulling back to tighten his fingers still tangled in her hair, to tear a whimper from the back of her throat.

“No? Who then?”

“No one,” she whispers, and despite the tight angle her neck is at, despite the fear dancing behind her eyes, she smiles up at him again. “You haven’t touched me yet, though, have you?”

She’s baiting him, and he’s aware of it, and still it manages to work.

He feels his self-restraint slipping through the cracks of his fingers like sand. There’s traces of scarlet on her teeth he wants to drag his tongue over. He wants to suck the marrow from her bones.

He spins her around, presses her cheek into the cool flagstone of the corridor they’re in, and molds his body to hers.

“S-shit,” she curses when his patience wears thin and he yanks at the fabric hiding her body away from his, pulling at the skirt of her gown until it rips. “Asshole.”

“Looks better this way.”

His fingers coast up her thighs to hook into her knickers, tugging them down before she can protest. She gasps and he smiles against her cheek, pushing her hand away when she tries to cover herself.

He nips at her ear, his hand reaching between her legs to cup her sex, reveling in the way she tries to squirm away from him.

“What’s wrong? Going to act shy now?”

“Someone could see,” she grits, though something in her tone tells him she’s not going to stop him.

“Wouldn’t they be lucky.”

His breath stutters when he finally dips his fingers between her folds and finds how soaked she is. Something about the revelation is dizzying, the notion that she could possibly want this as badly as he does. He grinds his hips into her arse so she’s just as aware of how gone he is.

Immediately, his hand is fumbling with his belt, the other pressing bruises into her hip to keep her still. He kicks her feet open wider, spreading her for him. His fingers flex on her hip in anticipation.

“You have full permission to use any Unforgivables you want on me if you want me to stop,” he murmurs, burying his nose in her hair and inhaling deeply. He groans. “You’re not getting me off of you in any other way.”

When she doesn’t make any move for her wand he positions himself at her entrance, rubbing to coat himself in her fluids. Her breathing is heavy against the wall she’s pressed against, her gasps coming out in soft little pants. He revels in them for a long moment.

Then, he’s impaling her and all of her breathing stops. Replaced instead by a strangled sort of sound, as if he’d managed to knock out all of the air in her lungs with a single thrust. His jaw falls slack.

He manages to composure himself enough to murmur in her ear, voice hoarse. “Hurts?”

She chokes out a sob, nodding weakly. Her head falls against the wall, clenching around him as she tries to adjust to his size.

His hips snap forward again, even harsher this time, burying himself to the hilt and tearing a yelp out of her throat. “Good.”

“S–Sebastian—”

He pauses, so deep inside her he can feel every little pulse, hips flush against her arse. “Want me to stop?”

Miraculously, she shakes her head. It’s never like her to back down from a fight, after all.

“Of course,” he chuckles, though it sounds uncharacteristically strained, imprecise. Like he’s losing his grip. His head falls to her shoulder and he moans, grunting feverishly against her skin as he starts a brutal, unforgiving pace. “You can take it. Look so pretty taking it.”

“Please,” she whines. “Too much, I–I can’t,”

“You’re a tough girl,” he whispers, tone vicious despite his words. “You’re going to shut your fucking mouth and take my cock.”

She nods fervently, obediently, and Sebastian thinks he deserves a medal for not finishing right then. He yanks her hips back from the wall, shifting the angle and she gasps when he feels him push in even deeper.

“Oh my God,” she moans. “Good — feels s’good, yes, yes. Plea–please don’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he grunts, voice sandpaper-rough. He snakes a hand to her front to rub tight little circles between her legs. “Look at you babbling. Dumb little cock-drunk slut. Can’t even think properly with me inside you like this, can you?”

Her response is too garbled for coherence, a mess of moans and pleas. He groans in a way that’s almost just as saturated with desperation, that tells her she’s not alone in her unraveling. He pulls her head back to smash his lips to her, stifling all kinds of confessions that threaten to escape him.

She breaks the kiss to gasp for air and his fingers swirl against her just right. She tightens. “Gonna — m‘gonna cum,”

“Yeah? Come for me, baby,” his voice breaks on the word, and he’s aware he’s practically begging. He’s too far gone to care, so he scrapes a kiss to her heat-flushed cheek and properly pleads.

“Please. So fucking beautiful. Let me see your pretty face when you come undone for me,” he stares down at her through half-lidded eyes and briefly contemplates the possibility that he’s died and gone to heaven when she looks back at him. “That’s it, look at me.”

He studies her as he sends her over the edge and pulls himself over along with her, her lashes fluttering as she struggles to keep her eyes on his.

The sight is enough to ruin him.

Her makeup a mess from the tear tracks running through them, the hair fisted in his hands in an even worse state, and somehow— she still manages a lopsided smile, as if beyond pleased with herself.

He’s faintly aware of the fact she’s won. He makes peace with the realization.

There’s nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing to fill the silence in the hallway as Sebastian tries to regain his bearings, still buried inside her. Neither of them move for a long moment, and Sebastian likens it to the peace following a war, a brief period of prosperity.

He’s conscious that it’s temporary.

She winces when he finally pulls out of her, their shared spend trickling down the insides of her thighs, her knees nearly giving out to the point he has to hold her up, even if his own legs feel dreadfully unstable.

It doesn’t take her long for her to detach her body from his own, to duck under his arm and slip away. Panic suddenly seizes his chest, dread trickling up his spine. For some reason, he can’t bear to watch her leave. He opens his mouth to say something—an apology, maybe—but she beats him to it.

“That was fun,” she says plainly, glancing back at him over her shoulder. It’s as if they’d just finished another duel. Hardly anything to bat an eye at. Sebastian is at a remarkable loss for words.

She hasn’t continued down the hallway, but she looks as if she’s prepared to.

He’s faintly aware of the fact he probably looks like a fish right now, jaw still slack.

When he doesn’t say anything, she turns her attention to righting her underthings and fixing the tattered remains of her gown. He watches her.

“Goodnight, Sebastian.”

Suddenly sprung to life by the threat of her absence, he takes a step forward. “I’ll walk you back.”

She snorts. “Ever the gentleman.”

“Unless, you’d like to, uh,” he stares down at his shoes, looking uncharacteristically sheepish. “I could transfigure something for us in the Undercroft.”

She looks amused. “My god, you’re insatiable.”

He reddens. “I didn’t mean—oh, Salazar, to sleep…I meant to sleep.”

She turns to face him fully and raises her brows. “You’re asking me if I’d like to forego my own bed in order to spend the night with you in a dusty cellar?”

Mortification washes over him. Why would she? He should’ve kept his mouth shut and walked her to her dorm room instead of deluding himself with the notion that this could’ve been anything more than a quick fuck.

She stares at him expectantly and his fingers twitch at his side with the desire to grab his wand and promptly Avada himself.

It’s then that she decides to saunter over to him, taking her time, until she’s right beside him and can tuck her arm into his. She gestures forward, almost impatient.

“Go on then. I’m little spoon.”

[serpentsillusion]

Sebastian: I'm gonna fuck you silly.

MC: I'm already silly, but you can still fuck me.

Ominis: *slams his book closed, and leaves*

[radical-ghostface]

Sebastian and MC under the doorframe

Sebastian : You know what they say, you have to kiss under the mistletoe.

MC :

MC : Sebastian, that's a lettuce leaf.

[starrysallow]

"You must be a bludger because you knock me out" || Garreth can GET IT IDC IM GOING FERAL ||

[rosewoodcafe]

So It Goes...

You've married into high society, the sacred twenty eight being the group you're seen in most. Though the Malfoy name and riches have suited you well, there's only one name on your mind.

18+ tw for smut

Ominis x Reader

[This is to make up for the sad post of yesterday lol]

[This is like my first time writing smut so like if it's bad I'm sorry]

[This is inspired by So It Goes... by Taylor Swift. Enjoy!]

"Darling, are you ready to leave?" My husband asked from the bedroom.

"In just a moment I will be." I responded.

My husband, Mr. William Malfoy, a respectable man in the wizarding community, and filthy rich. When I caught his eye after Hogwarts I took my opportunity to rise in the ranks of the wizarding community. These past two years have been the easiest, making this man fall so deeply in love with me that he turns a blind eye to how much I am using him. His money fueling the many parties I host, and the many things I buy to fill the mansion I call home. I have everything I want. How could I ask for more.

I settled the last part of my outfit, a diamond pair of earrings, before looking at myself in the full length mirror. A silky black dress hugged my figure, the sleeves long but sheer, and a slit up the left side. My hair was undone with it perfectly curled around my face, red lipstick being the only pop of color. I smiled at myself, knowing that everyone would be looking at me, and only be this entire party. The youngest bride amongst the other twenty eight families, yet the most stunning.

My walk out to the main hall was quick, clutch in hand with my wand tucked safely inside. I saw my husband waiting below, pacing in his all black tux. His eyes met my body and his jaw dropped.

"You look stunning my dear." He said, holding my hand as I walked down the steps. "You will draw the attention of everyone, and I shall be the one to break it to them that you are mine."

"Thank you, you look incredibly handsome as well." I smiled. He placed a small kiss on my cheek as I got into our carriage.

~

The Gaunt Manor was nearly identical to last year. 

Not a single thing on the outside had changed, its haunting look being elegant against the sunset. The carriage landed amongst all the others, and the door opened quickly. William helped me out and wrapped his elbow in mine, leading us the marble steps of the Gaunt home.

Inside there were people everywhere, each in black or white, a mask adorning each face.

"Sir. Ma'am." A house elf said, handing a mas up to the each of us. William took his and quickly put it on, and I did the same. We entered the main hall where more people were, dancing in the center of the room.

There he sat, at the front end of the room, like a king. 

Ominis fucking Gaunt.

I knew he would be here, obviously, but I did not expect him to be the one hosting the event in total. I hated seeing him. 

William walked us closer to Mr. Gaunt, the two of us having to greet him. The crowd practically parted for us, the gasping at the display of the Malfoy name. 

"Mr. Gaunt, wonderful to see you." William spoke to Ominis, who looked entirely unamused.

"Welcome Mr. Malfoy," Ominis spoke, "and, Mrs. Malfoy I presume."

"I am," I responded. "This is a beautiful party you have hosted Mr. Gaunt."

Ominis's eyes widened just a bit, the shocked expression turning to normal as quickly as it came. 

"I hope you enjoy. I will be making my round soon." Ominis said.

William walked us both from the front table, Ominis's blind gaze following our direction.

The night went on without a hitch, my husband dancing with me in front of the crowd, the many whispers reaching across the party. Each only had one thing to say.

She's the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen.

It fueled my desire. I could feel Ominis's foggy gaze on us the whole night. The power I held of these people that gawked over me, over my looks. They were looking at me, and that's all that mattered. Our dance concluded and William stepped closer to me.

"I have to deal with some business," he whispered, "don't get yourself into to much trouble."

"No promises." I smiled. He returned the smile before leaving, disappearing into the crowd.

I walked back towards the wall, where not many people were at, needing a breath of fresh air. A door lead down an empty hall, one I knew I should not be in, but even if I was caught nobody would punish me. A balcony overlooking the garden was visible, and I opened the door, letting the warm summer air grace my lungs. I wasn't sure how long I had been standing there when I heard his voice.

"Malfoy, huh?"

I turned to see Ominis leaned against the open doorway, his arms crossed.

"Yes, I married him earlier this year." I said smugly. "You were invited, but I suppose your invitation got lost in the post."

A small smile crept onto his mouth, a devilish grin that any normal person would be afraid of.

"Don't be short with me dove," he paused, "you may be a Malfoy now, but that still makes you less then a Gaunt."

I could feel my jaw tighten. I hated him, I hated his smugness, and I hated how despite it all if he took me right here and now I wouldn't say a word.

"Cat got your tongue?" He chuckled.

"Actually no, the snake did." I shot back. I leaned over the railing, looking over the garden. I felt a hand snake up my back, resting just below my shoulder blade.

"I missed you." He spoke softly.

"I haven't."

"You most certainly have. If you didn't you would be letting me touch you right now." He smiled again, that damn smile that got him everything he wanted. But he was entirely right.

"If my husband saw you now-"

"He would say nothing," Ominis interrupted, "he would think it's an honor that he picked such a wife that a Gaunt heir wants her."

"You don't want me, you made that clear when I last saw you."

"And you told me that no matter what I would never touch you again, yet here we both are. Breaking both of our promises."

He moved his hand low, settling it on my hip. I wanted to pull him in, to kiss him and feel him.

"You ruined me." Ominis whispered into my ear.

"You ruined me." I whispered back, his other hand was on my arm, tracing up the fabric. "I was bound to marry the man I loved until you said he wasn't enough for me."

"Because I will never be enough for you." His fingers delicately moved their way up to my shoulder. "I will never be enough of a man for you."

"I didn't care."

"I do." He breathed heavily as he moved his body behind mine, pressing into me. "I did."

"If you don't care anymore, then take me." I whispered. His hand placed itself lightly around my throat. 

"You are another man's wife." He hummed into my ear. "I can't take you."

"He hasn't had me." 

Ominis quickly loosened his grip on my neck, spinning me to face him, my ass pressed against the railing of the balcony.

"He hasn't had you yet?" He said quickly. "How could he resist a woman like you?"

I smiled at his comment. Of course Ominis was shocked, even I never let him have me before. I was waiting for marriage, but William said he didn't enjoy such past times, so only when we wanted children is when he would provide that service to me. 

"He has never once asked to take me." I said softly, pulling Ominis tie bringing him closer to me. His breathing became heavy. His hand weaving into my hair, tugging slightly.

"Would you let me take you?" His face was so close to mine, one slightly movement and our lips would clash.

"Only if you ask nicely." I smirked, leaning ever so close to him. He pulled my head back.

"Please dove, let me be the one to take care of you for the first time." He whispered into my ear.

"Yes, you may."

He pressed his lips needily into mine, his lips soft and sweet against my own. Ominis's lips trailed down my jaw, his hand tugging my head back by my hair to reveal my neck to him. I moaned into his deep kisses, the slight bites and licks he gave after. 

I placed my hands on the side of his face lifting up to me. Our lips met again, with more of a hunger then before. I wanted him so badly for so long, and only now do I get him. My fingers fidgeted with his tie, attempting to undo it while I was also unbuttoning his shirt. I kissed down his jaw and neck as he caught my wrists in his hands.

"Not here my love."

His arms tucked under my thighs, hoisting me around his hips. I kept kissing him, leaving red around his jaw, neck, and cheeks. He walked inside, and to a room on the left, opening the door as he held me up, and closing it just as quickly. He carried me to the bed, placing me down so gently.

"You don't know how badly I've wanted you. How badly I wanted to please you in the way you deserve."

He ran his hands up the curves of my dress, taking in the sensation of the fabric. His lips trailed kisses up to my lips, leaving a heat behind that was addicting.

"I wanted you so badly." I moaned as he sucked on my neck. "Omi- I want you."

My hands found his hair, entangling my fingers in his old money locks. He gripped harder on my waist, holding me under his grasp. He made his way back up, kissing me deeply and letting his tongue explore my mouth. I tugged off his tie, throwing it hastily to the floor. He broke our kiss, taking off his suit jacket.

"Open your legs my dear." He whispered, a hand running up my bare thigh. 

"What if I say no?" I humored, letting a small smile cross my lips.

"Then I will leave right now, and promise to never pleasure you again." Ominis smiled, leaning closer in and giving me a deep kiss. He settled his body between my legs, pressing his body against mine. I could feel the heat building in my stomach, and the warmth below from him. 

He kissed me deeper and I moved my hips against him, making him groan into our kiss. He pulled me up so I sat on the edge of the bed, his hand wrapped in my hair as he explored my mouth further. I grinded my hips further onto him, making him groan more.

"You tease." He laughed as he kissed down, pulling at the neckline of my dress. "I need this off of your body, now."

"Then take it off."

He smirked at my challenge, pulling me in for a kiss as his hands worked at the back of my dress, pulling the top down to my waist. His kisses trailed down my body, hot and wet, his tongue finding my peak, taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. I felt so sensitive as I held his head, pushing him closer into me.

"O- omi- " I moaned out.

"Shh, you must be quiet." He licked around my nipple, giving it a kiss. "Unless you want the entire party, and your husband, to know I am making love to you."

"I don't," I let out a breath, melting to Ominis's touch. "I'll be quiet."

"Good."

He continued his assault on my mounds, taking time to pleasure each one until I was throbbing below. He teased me until I reached the edge, denying me the release. His fingers gracefully traced over the wet fabric of my panties, making my whole body shiver.

"I don't know why I pushed you away, when this could be you every night." He spoke softly between kisses. "This could be you as my wife ever night my dear."

I wanted to explode, every nerve ending on fire for how far he had pulling the string in me. I needed to release, every part of me needed to feel him.

"O-h Omini-s please." I moaned out as his fingers pressed into the fabric of my heat below.

"Someone is needy hm?"

He pressed against my sensitive bud, releasing a louder moan from me.

"Open your legs my love."

I did as I was told, opening my legs wider, the dress being pushed aside as he lowered himself to be in line with my heat.

"I'm going to taste you love. If you become uncomfortable, please tell me." Ominis placed a kiss at my stomach before moving the fabric down my legs, reveling my soaked opening. His finger moved along the inside of my thighs, finding the opening. "God you're going to be delicious."

Ominis's head delved into me, and I felt heaven for the first time. Each stroke of his tongue, each press of his finger, each suck made me reach higher and higher. I moaned his name as he held me closer, pulling my thighs into his face. I could feel that string tightening again.

"Ominis- I'm goin-"

He kept going at the same pace, relentless in the pursuit of my release. I could barely breath as I felt the string snap, sending me over. I felt as if everything was right, that I truly was Ominis's in this moment, that I only would ever be his. He lifted his face from me, licking his finger clean of my release.

"You are the best this I've tasted at this party my love." He whispered into my ear. I held his face as I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips.

"I want to taste you." I said softly.

"No, this is all for you tonight." He smiled. "I want you to feel as amazing as you can, so when you have to crawl back to that husband of yours, you'll think of me when you have to touch yourself."

Ominis raised himself from me, undoing his pants, and pulling out his length. Unintentionally I let out a small gasp.

"Like what you see?" Ominis chuckled.

"I- I didn't know they were that big," I paused. "I don't know if it will fi-"

"It will," he smirked, "you were made for me, of course it will fit. Now breathe, it will be a bit painful the first time, I will be gentle."

I took a breath as he lined himself up with me. I could feel his tip rub against my fold, a tingling sensation arising through my body. He finally eased it into me, slowly inching himself deeper into me. It was painful, like a stab into my body, but I also felt entirely complete. Ominis buried himself deep into me, finding my lips and exploring my mouth with his tongue. After a moment he pulled himself out partially, and pushed himself back in.

"Fuck darling, you are so wet," he whispered. "It's taking everything in me to not release into your perfect self."

He pushed in a little harder, releasing a groan from his lips. When he pulled out again it was nearly his whole length, and upon pushing it back in I moaned out one thing.

"Harder."

Something clicked in Ominis, his ridged body before gripping into my flesh. His careful demeanor gone, and the gentleness disappeared. Harder then before he began pushing and pulling himself in me, making me body shiver to his touch. 

I wanted to scream his name as he pushed deeper into me at a harder pace. His lips searing hot as he kissed my body.  I felt my nails dig into his back, scratching down as his dick slammed into the most sensitive spot in my heat. The string in me tightened each time he pushed into me, his hand held my wrists above my head. My body was at the complete mercy of Ominis, and I liked it. He moved his other hand to my bud, rubbing it as he pressed against me harder. His breathing became erratic as he pushed harder and deeper into me, making me see heaven again.

"Release for me darling, I want to feel you." He whispered as he kissed my neck. It sent me over the edge, my walls pulsating on his length as I rode through my high. "Fuc- love I can- I'm going to-"

"Do it in me!" I moaned out as he slammed into me.

"I-"

"I want to be yours Ominis Gaunt!" I felt my legs shake as he pounded harder, letting himself release into me. 

He let my wrists go, holding himself up while still plunged deep in me.

"Love, I need you to leave your husband." He chuckled. "I can't live without this- without you, anymore."

"Perhaps Mr. Gaunt, maybe a certain someone is slipping a poison into Mr. Malfoy's drink as we speak." I smirked. "Leaving me a fortune, and a widow."

"You're such a bad girl." 

"I only do bad things for you."

[miniwrites1]

In The Dark - Dark!Sebastian Sallow

okok can i request some dark!sebastian x reader ? i’m thinking some spice…like super spicy (seb is aged up of course)!

Word Count – 2.5k

Relationship - Dark!Sebastian x Fem!Reader

Warnings - angst, smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex(m!receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, reader and Sebastian are of age. Dark at the end. Not proofread!

Minors DNI!

Requests are open!

The end of seventh year was fast approaching and for Sebastian it couldn’t come soon enough, he was ready to escape from Hogwarts, Feldcroft, all of it. He’d had enough of being trapped in a cage, after having a taste of dark magic he wanted to pursue it.

After the everything that happened in fifth year, he’d started to lose most of his close friends and family. Ominis never forgot Sebastian’s use of dark magic and began to gradually distance himself, eventually not speaking to him at all. He couldn’t forgive Sebastian for using it, not after everything he’d been through as a child.

The last thing he heard from Anne was a letter that she’d left for him in their late uncle’s home, informing him that she could never forgive him for what he’d done and that he’d gone too far. She never wanted to hear from him again. In his mind, he hadn’t gone far enough.

The only person who he felt truly understood him was (Y/N), you’d been friends with him since fifth year and in a relationship since sixth year, he thought you’d always be there for him. But a few days ago, he spotted you in the library alone. Sebastian walked over to you and pulled out the chair on the opposite side of the table, making a horrible scraping noise across the floor. You almost jumped out of your seat, pulling your gaze from the book in front of you and locking eyes with him.

“(Y/N). How are you?” Sebastian asked, looking you up and down. You tried to smile at him, but it faltered, you just had to hope he didn’t notice.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his brow furrowed. You pursed your lips, trying to think of how you could explain what you were thinking.

“I know what you’ve been doing Sebastian, torturing and killing poachers. Are you insane?” Sebastian knew that if you weren’t in the library within earshot of the librarian that (Y/N) would have been yelling at him.

“They deserved everything that they got.” Sebastian stated firmly, he knew he was right. He was doing what other people wouldn’t dare do.

“Not that Sebastian, you swore to me you wouldn’t use dark magic again.” (Y/N) spoke slightly louder, your patience with him was slowly being ebbed away. Sebastian rolled his eyes and slouched back into the chair, he thought you’d understand.

“I’m sorry, ok? I wanted them to pay.” He stated bluntly, without a single ounce of remorse. You huffed and gathered the books that were on the table in front of you. Sebastian just stared at you as you walked away from him.

Later that evening, Sebastian walked back towards the Slytherin common room alone. He’d normally have you by his side wherever he went, but you’d been giving him the cold shoulder all day since your conversation in the library. As he headed down the final staircase to the common room, he heard voices talking in hushed tones which made him pause on the last step to listen, just out of sight of whoever it was.

“He’s using dark magic again; I don’t know what to do Ominis.” (Y/N) confessed sadly, tears streaming down your cheeks. Ominis pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

“He won’t listen to anyone (Y/N), I don’t think there’s anything we can do to help him anymore.” Ominis replied.

Sebastian saw red, his old best friend was speaking to you but wouldn’t speak to him. His breathing grew heavier, feeling himself get angrier every moment that he listened to your conversation. As much as he wanted to hurt Ominis for so much as speaking to you, he knew you’d never forgive him for it. He’d lose you too. With that in mind, Sebastian crept away, only returning after curfew when he knew everyone would be in their own common rooms.

The next morning, Sebastian rolled out of bed, a red haze still surrounded him, not able to let go of what he’d heard the previous night. He released a loud sigh, glancing around the dormitory. He needed to come up with a plan to keep you with him and away from anyone who might try and steal you away.

He stood up sharply, grinning to himself. He had the perfect idea. He quickly gathered his books from where they were discarded on the floor next to his bed and made his way towards his first class of the day, charms class. As he entered the room, he spotted you sat in your usual seat, the one next to his. He walked over and sat down next to you.

“Hey.” He said cautiously, not wanting to ruin his plan by scaring you off straight away. You glanced over at him, giving him a small nod before turning back to your book. Sebastian sighed; this was going to be harder than he thought.

“Can we talk later? Please (Y/N). Will you meet me near the defence against the dark arts classroom?” He almost begged, you sighed turning to look at him.

“Ok, but later. I’m busy right now.” You responded, somewhat harshly. It hurt you to treat him this way but he needed to understand that what he was doing was not ok. He looked dejected, causing you to sigh.

“I’m sorry Sebastian, I’m just frustrated right now.” You said calmly, watching some of the tension leave his body. His shoulders dropped.

“It’s ok, I understand I’ve been an arse to you recently and broken your trust, I want to make it up to you.” Sighing again, you agreed to meet him at seven, regardless of what he’d done, you still loved him.

Just before seven you made your way to the corridor outside of the classroom, waiting for Sebastian to arrive. You were missing dinner to meet him, hoping that whatever he said would be worth it. As you approached the end of the corridor you felt and arm wrap around your waist and drag you backwards into a small room. You went to scream but a hand clamped down over your mouth, the door slamming closed so you were locked inside. You struggled until you heard a laugh that you’d come to recognise well.

“For Merlin’s sake Sebastian!” You fumed, turning on your heel to face him, trying to calm yourself down. He smiled sweetly at you, managing to apologise in between his laughter. You shook your head but smiled at his antics, for a moment he seemed to be back to his old self.

“So, you wanted to talk?” You asked after he’d stopped laughing so much. He nodded, leaning back against the wall.

“I wanted to apologise for how I’ve been lately, I’ve not been myself. Maybe because of what’s happened with Ominis and Anne. I’m not sure. But I’d never want to do anything to hurt what we have.” He said softly. Doubt still lingered in your mind about whether he was being truthful, you hoped he was but after everything that had happened, you couldn’t be sure.

You mulled over his words for a moment, his gaze never left you. His eyes gave away what he was thinking about.

“Something else on your mind?” You quipped, able to tell from how dilated his pupils were, he wanted you.

“Maybe.” He replied. You glanced down to the floor, debating whether the storeroom was really the best place for this.

Sebastian backed you into the storeroom door, roughly placing his hand around the base of your neck, forcing you to look up at him. You stared into his eyes, quickly flicking your gaze to his lips and back again.

“Is there something you want (Y/N)?” He smirked, immediately noticing the look you’d given him. You went to reply but he stopped you, pressing his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed as he removed his hand from your throat, pinning you to the door by pressing his hips against yours. He nipped at your lower lip with his teeth before attacking your mouth again.

You could feel him getting hard, your hands had naturally gravitated to his back when he started to kiss you but slowly you lowered one and began to touch him through his trousers. Feeling your touch, he quickly undid his belt and whipped it off, discarding it across the room. Pulling away from you, he took hold of your shoulders and pushed you to your knees. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you saw him smirk at you as he unbuttoned his trousers, shuffling them down slightly along with his underwear, exposing what you wanted.

Placing your hand around the base, you slowly wrapped your lips around the tip and began bobbing up and down, swirling your tongue around his tip each time you came back up. He moaned quietly at your motions, lacing his fingers through your hair to push your head down further.

“I need you (Y/N)” He groaned, you continued your movements, taking your time to tease him. You could see what he was becoming more and more frustrated, he gripped your hair, pulling your mouth away. You knew what he was suggesting, seeing how badly he needed you.

“I’d never hurt you, tell me if you don’t want this.”

“Please, I want this.” You practically begged.

“Are you sure?” He asked cautiously, he didn’t want you to agree to something you didn’t want.

“I’m sure. Please Sebastian.” You replied earnestly, you wanted him, regardless of what he’d done. He stared at you for a moment before pulling out his wand, your eyes widened.

“Silencio.” He murmured, sparks shooting out of the tip of his wand. You tried to speak but no sound could be heard. He smirked again before pulling you into the centre of the room and laying you on your stomach.

“Can’t have you making too much noise now, can we?”

You could hear Sebastian shuffling around behind you, making you wonder what he was doing until he grabbed your wrists and placed them in the middle of your back, quickly wrapping his tie around them and tying it into a tight knot. He pushed your skirt up around your hips and grabbed your underwear, slowly pulling it down your legs. You wanted to let out a moan but couldn’t, you needed him now.

“Is all of this for me?” He asked, running a finger between your folds. You were soaking wet, ready for him. He hummed in amusement, toying with you while you squirmed underneath him, trying to push down on his finger. Noticing your neediness, Sebastian pushed two fingers inside of you, stretching you open and placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing in small, firm circles. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation, the stretch and the stimulation to your clit was making you wetter by the minute, but Sebastian was in no rush. He wanted to draw it out and make you plead for every orgasm that he’d give you.

He slowly withdrew his fingers to the tips and removed his thumb from your clit causing you to squirm, feeling your orgasm slipping away every centimetre that he pulled out. Frustration took over and you began to wriggle, trying to get back his fingers. Sebastian laughed at your neediness.

“Sorry love, did you want them back?” He asked, pushing his fingers back in quickly, curving them inside of you. Your mouth hung open; you were gasping for relief.

“You can cum if you want to. But it won’t be the last one that I get out of you tonight.” He teased, slapping his hand down onto your bare arse, leaving behind a bright red handprint. Sebastian continued tormenting your clit until you tensed up around his fingers, your walls spasmed around him as you orgasmed. Barely a moment after your orgasm had subsided and Sebastian had removed his fingers, he flipped you onto your back and crawled on top of you, placing his hands either side of you.

“Are you ok? Do you want to keep going?” He asked sincerely. You nodded intently, eyes pleading with him. He licked his lips, gazing at you hungrily. He lifted your knees up to bend your legs and placed his tip against your entrance, toying with you as you tried to move down onto him. You knew he was completely in control.

He started slowly, teasing you as he pushed the tip in, taking his time as he stretched you open. Gradually, his thrusts got deeper and harsher.

“Arch your back.” He commanded, you did as asked and he hit something deeper inside of you that made your mouth fall open. He placed his thumb back on your clit and rubbed harsh circles, making you thrust up into him.

“Shit, (Y/N). I’m going to cum.” Sebastian moaned, his thrusts became erratic as he was chasing his orgasm. With him inside of you and the pressure he was putting on your clit, it didn’t take you long to fall over the edge into another orgasm, your walls fluttered around him pushing him to orgasm, his moans echoing off the walls in the small room. You could hear your heart beating in your ears and the sound of Sebastian’s laboured breaths as he pulled out of you and leant back onto his knees. Taking a breath, leant forwards and grabbed your shoulders, pulling you up into a sitting position. He made quick work of the knot he had used to tie your hands together.

“Sonorus.” Sebastian murmured, undoing the silencing charm he had placed on you.

You met Sebastian’s gaze as he searched for his trousers and underwear that had been thrown across the room at some point. He smiled at you as he slipped back into his clothes. You realised that you were still sat on the floor, so you quickly got to your feet, retrieving your underwear which had been discarded, pulling your skirt back down and adjusting it to make it look like nothing had happened. Sebastian was putting his belt back on as you approached him.

“I should have used this on you.” He mentioned in passing, making you blush. “Maybe next time.”

“Sebastian, I-.” You started to speak but he held up his hand.

“I know what you’re about to say, I’m truly sorry for everything I’ve done (Y/N). I don’t want to lose you. I – I love you.” His words trailed off to a whisper at the end, sadness taking over his features. You stayed silent for a moment.

“Sebastian, I know the past couple of years have been hard for you, I don’t want to lose you either but if you carry on down the path that you’re on, I know I will. I love you too much to lose you.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him close, resting your head on his shoulder. His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him, one arm remained by his side. Gently, he removed his wand from his pocket, aiming it towards you,

“Imperio.” He spoke softly, a look of shock crossed your features as the spell hit, but it quickly disappeared as the curse took over. Sebastian knew he couldn’t afford to lose you. He loved you too much for that.

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insatiable — ominis x fem! reader x sebastian

summary: After your little escapade with the boys, you had begun to see them romantically. overcome with the need to keep you to himself, Sebastian forgets the dangers of a pissed-off Ominis.

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit sexual content, m/f/m, you get fucked by ominis, sebastian gets fucked by ominis, choking, degrading, cockwarming, oversensitivity, oral sex, foreplay, ominis being a fucking daddy god, dominis, switch seb, switch reader, masturbation, you watch sebastian get railed hihi, all the nasty shit.

note: here it is, part 2 of carnal (which you can read first btw but this can be read as a stand-alone) anys enjoy <3 i finished at like 5 am.

Being with the boys was wonderful.

It had been a few months after that little escapade at the ministry that prompted that speeding bloom of your relationship with Ominis and Sebastian. Over the course of the last few months, not only had you agreed to a threeway romantic relationship with your best friends but also had spent more time with them for the times that you weren’t able to do so because of your job. A promise to yourself as you tried to be more open to them with your feelings and such.

Because we all know what happened when you didn’t. Years of potential lost because of misguided feelings.

Time with them was splendid. You had gone on dates. Caught up with each others’ latest updates in life. Just the overall getting to know each other on a romantic level. You had begun to see them in different lights as a result. Ominis is a gentle lover. He was a true gentleman at heart and found joy in putting your needs and wants above all else. He opens the door for you, arm ready for you to grab on, brings you breakfast, and all that shebang. You often told him that he doesn’t have to give too much effort and that he was already enough but he told you that he wanted to do this for you. He loved loving you this way and if you’ll allow him, he’ll do it for the rest of his life. You could only purse your lips as an attempt to stop the tears but nevertheless, you allowed the man to do what he wanted.

Sebastian, on the other hand, is a loud lover. He loved showing you off to the world. Judy always joked about how Sebastian always has to have a part of his body sticking close to you or on you. You had tried to push away improper thoughts at the way she said it but you suppose it does hold some truth to it. The man was insatiable for your attention. Loved to be pampered by you to the point that Ominis thinks it's annoying. You think it's quite adorable though. Besides the physical affection, Sebastian always managed to string you along to his mischievous plans. An effect of your previous escapades during your Hogwarts’ days, it had always been your bonding time with Sebastian.

Leave it to Ominis to bust the two of you out of whatever bad situation you got put up in. Sebastian always gets the brunt end of his chastising. The Sallow boy claims that Ominis has too much of a soft spot for you.

Aside from seeing them in this light, you have also gotten to know them….. Sexually.

Sebastian and Ominis were somewhat alike but different from what you expected them to be. Ominis liked being in control; an immediate realization you had after your first sexual encounter with him. Just like his normal self, he prioritizes your pleasure before his. He loved pulling those lovely noises out of you with his skilled fingers and mouth– A talent of his that always seemed to leave you writhing and whimpering in the sheets. While he prioritizes your pleasure, he also loves toying with it. Pulling and pushing back your climax puts a look of pure enjoyment on his face. The sounds of you begging and the grip you have on his arm gives a pleasant flush on his neck. The man enjoys putting you in a torturable experience of a good time.

You can’t complain though. It certainly leaves you with a pleasant ache between your legs and a good night’s sleep.

Sebastian, on the other hand, lives to devour you whole. He won’t stop until he’s satisfied. A downfall on your end. The man has a strong stamina and could go for hours on end. You will not walk for days, that I assure you. Sebastian also has a knack for keeping you to himself and it leaves Ominis angry and in fumes. It certainly has the Sallow boy in punishment with Ominis’s hand on his neck and fucked right in the mattress.

That night gave you a high as you admired Sebastian’s drooling face against Ominis’s shoulder while the blonde straight up railed him in front of you. You think it’s because Sebastian liked riling up the Gaunt. He loved pissing him off and loved to be at the brunt end of his anger. Ominis preferred to do the sexual things together or at least let the other party know. He wanted everyone to be on the same page and Sebastian disobeying that rule always left a bad taste on Ominis’s tongue.

You certainly have come to that conclusion now because you can imagine how pissed Ominis will be when he comes home.

“S-Seb… Wait.” You pant as you try to push the brunette between your legs. Tongue deep within your folds and arms holding you close to his face, Sebastian ignores your pleas as he continues to devour your wet and quivering pussy.

You had been at it for hours. Ominis had work at the ministry while Sebastian and you had the day off. They had been frequenting in your apartment for the last few days, opting to hang in yours due to the wonderful creatures in your basement and the overall homey feel of your flat. Judy didn’t need to come to work today as you had the creatures all handled during your day off. What started as simple cuddling had turned out sexual with Sebastian’s wandering hands.

You lost count of how much the boy had made you come. Your fingers grip tighter on his curls, pushing him away and yet closer as you feel another knot unraveling once more. The man loved the taste of you on his tongue, sucking the juices leaking out of you then licking your clit with vigor. Your thighs shake on his shoulders as your face writhes in pleasure. “I can’t.. Fuck, I can’t— Ngh, please, Sebastian.”

Sebastian looks up at you with eyes darkened from lust as he continues his never-ending ministrations on your swollen pussy. He pulls back, allowing a moment of reprieve. “Yes you can, baby.”

You lift your head, eyes brimming with tears as you lock eyes with him. You shake your head in disagreement but the man only tilts his head with a mocking look of sympathy. “You can and you will.”

You let out a whine as Sebastian pulls you close, putting his mouth on you once more and bringing you close to your orgasm. Your breaths shorten with high pitched whines as you lift yourself up with your elbow while the other grips his curls closer to your heat. “Fuck, fuck Seb. Please please please!”

The brunette smirks against your folds before inserting two fingers at once and curling them up, hitting your spot dead on. Your back arches as your mouth opens into a silent moan. Your thighs close around his face, a pressure he doesn’t seem to mind as your orgasm explodes. The man slurps your release with enthusiasm as you fall back on the sheets, quivering in sensitivity.

You had to harshly pull the man away from your swollen heat as you certainly can’t handle the sensitivity of your nth orgasm. You pant as you cup his face within your hands. He has a dazed look on his face as he licks his lips, humming at the taste. “Mhm, can't get enough of you.”

You smile at his comment before pulling him into a kiss, pulling him to lay on top of you. You can taste yourself on his tongue as he pulls you close by the waist.

After a few moments of making out, you softly pull away, giggling as he chases your lips. You admire the man above you as he looks down at you with lust still evident in his eyes. Whilst admiring, you couldn't help but voice the concern tugging in your mind for the past couple of hours. “Ominis is gonna kill you, love.”

The man laughs. He moves his head down to place soft kisses on your neck, sucking marks on your delicate skin. “Let him.”

“Can’t believe you’re that poetic.” You giggle into his hair as you feel his hands roam your curves with enthusiasm. The man continues to make his way down your neck and then finds his attention on your breasts. You sigh in pleasure as he cups one breast while putting your nipple into his mouth. Your fingers run through his curls gently, pulling him closer against your chest.

“If it gets me fucked through the mattress and limping in the morning then call me Shakespeare.” He mutters, distracted as he licks and sucks your nipple until it's swollen and sensitive. You furrow your eyebrows at the sensation, flinching as he bites it softly. He moves his attention to the other.

"Haha, funny."

Sebastian smiles at your sarcastic tone.

“It’s the third time you’ve done this, I think Ominis is actually going to kill you this time.” You sigh in pleasure as you feel Sebastian’s hard length nudge your entrance. The man hums into your breast causing you to whimper at the feeling. The man pulls away and admires his work, squeezing your breasts for one last feel before moving back up to your face.

He allows himself a moment of tenderness as he brushes stray hair away from your face. You look up at him in awe. You couldn’t believe this man was yours. You admire the beauty of his freckles that were perfectly placed across the soft plane of his cheeks. Your hands reach up to cup his face within your hands, thumb brushing his swollen pink lips.

He places a soft kiss on your lips. “If buried in your perfect fucking pussy is the way I’ll go, then fuck, I’ll welcome whatever muggle heaven awaits me.”

You giggle into his lips as he presses another kiss against yours. Basking into the soft and warm moment, you fail to realize just how long you’ve both been at it. In the corner of your eye, you see a dash of black lean against the doorway. Distracted by the sudden addition of color, your eyes lock with the subject of the conversation.

Arms crossed leaning against the doorway and face riddled with a cold look was Ominis. His face angled towards the bed with his wand gripped within his hand, he raises his free hand to put his index finger towards his lips. He smiles softly at you as he continues to listen from his spot by the door.

You would smile back but Sebastian’s sudden intrusion at your entrance leaves you to moan out loud, grasping his arm as he bottoms out with a groan. He stays still for a moment then begins to slowly move in and out.

Sebastian dives his head on your neck as he continues his slow movements. You whimper as you find comfort in gripping his hair and arm. “Fuck muggle heaven. This is the shit, right here.”

His pace begins to speed up, your moans are suddenly pulled out of you as his hips slap against your ass. Your eyes watch Ominis as he continues to stand from the doorway. You could almost feel yourself whine for his presence but you couldn’t ruin his plan of punishing Sebastian. Sebastian grabs your hip with a bruising grip in one hand as he speeds up his thrusts, leaving you writhing and clawing his arm in pleasure.

“Right there. Right the– Fuck, Sebastian!” You whine as he begins to hit that immaculate spot within you. Sebastian smirks as he angles his hips to pound that spot head on. Your moans turn into shrieks which sets Ominis off.

You watch as the blonde locks eyes with you. You’re scared (and turned on) for a moment that maybe he could see you. It certainly does pull a flush out of your body as you allow yourself to be fucked into the sheets by the distracted brunette.

Deciding that enough is enough, Ominis marches quietly like a snake slithering to its prey. You could feel your orgasm rising and you knew it was going to be interrupted with the way Ominis was approaching. Sebastian was too immersed with the feel of your pussy to notice a looming danger behind him.

Ominis moves with precision. His hand swiftly grabs Sebastian’s throat and pulls his body off of you with a harsh tug. Sebastian lets out a squeak of surprise as the blonde harshly pulls him up against his chest.

You limp against the sheets, eyes trained on the delicious scene in front of you. Sebastian is quivering in Ominis’s hold, his fingers gripping tightly on his throat as Ominis angles his head towards the brunette on his shoulder.

“You just love pissing me off, don't you?” Ominis hums softly in a low voice. Sebastian whimpers in his hold as he reaches up to pull the hold on his neck but the blonde only tightens it.

For a second, you would think that Sebastian was afraid but judging from the way his face flushed and the leaking pre-cum from his cock, you knew he was turned on as fuck.

“O-Ominis,” Sebastian croaked. “I-I didn’t mean to–”

“Didn’t mean to what?” Ominis snaps with gritted teeth as he pulls Sebastian closer by the neck. The brunette arches his back, clearly enjoying the manhandling. “Stop playing a fool, Sebastian. It clearly doesn’t suit you.”

“If- if it gets you this worked up,” Sebastian smirks, face dazed with pleasure. “I’d play it so fucking well that you'd have no choice but to believe me, baby.”

The taunt leaves Ominis speechless. You watch as the blonde heaves out a grumble in his chest before harshly pushing Sebastian down on the sheets with his face down and ass up.

Sebastian tilts his head to look up at the domineering figure of his lover. Ominis smirks down at the direction from where he pushed Sebastian. "Let's test that theory, shall we?"

Sebastian looks up at you with his bottom lip between his teeth and you could only smirk as he allowed himself to be manhandled to Ominis's taste.

Wanting to greet the man, you stand up from the bed, slightly wavering in your stance from the amount of orgasms you endured. You walk up towards Ominis and gently cupped his cheeks. The man softens at your touch.

"Hey, darling." Ominis greets gently as his hands feel your waist and pull you close to him. You place your arms around his neck, glancing at Sebastian quivering pathetically on the bed. You smile as you place a kiss on Ominis's lips, moaning as he deepens it.

"How was your day?" He asks as if Sebastian isn't butt naked, ass up, back arched and whimpering on the sheets. You giggle at his nonchalance.

"It was okay. I missed you, though." You respond as he pulls you into a tender hug. His hands wander up to your ribs and then back down, squeezing your ass deliciously, it leaves you moaning at his touch. You hear Sebastian whimpering from his spot on the bed, clearly jealous of your sounds of affection.

"I'll deal with him first then I'll be right with you, little dove." He whispers into your ear, patting your ass two times before placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. You decide to let him have his fun and wait for his orders as you sit down by the headboard of the bed.

Sebastian pants in excitement as Ominis begins to undress himself, leaving only his dress shirt, tie and slacks. The blonde then pulls his tie from his neck, feeling the soft material between his fingertips.

"I've reminded you twice already, Sebastian." Ominis calmly reprimands as he gathers Sebastian's hands behind his back. The brunette's breathing quickens as the tie encases his wrists in a tight knot, not allowing him any movement. "I don't like repeating myself."

"I'm sorry." Sebastian tries to appease the blonde's anger, moaning as Ominis's hips press against his bare ass. The blonde's hands caress the soft skin of his butt, fondling the brunette's bottom. Sebastian whimpers as the hardening bulge of Ominis's cock press against his opening. "You know, I can't take my hands off her. I can't—"

"Precisely why you're a fucking pain in the ass," Ominis growls as he grinds his cock against Sebastian's ass. The brunette pathetically sobs against the sheets. "Can't keep your hands to yourself. How pathetic."

Fuck. This is so fucking hot.

You're entranced at their intimate display. Ominis with his domineering power and Sebastian willingly submitting at Ominis's hard and cruel touch. You could feel your pussy leak with excitement and want.

"I've already taught you once." Ominis moves to the side to grab a vial of liquid on the bedside table before moving back to his position behind Sebastian. The blonde then pours the liquid on Sebastian's hole. The brunette jolts at the feeling of the cold liquid dripping down his ass. Ominis laughs softly as Sebastian flinches in sensitivity as his fingers gently rub his hole. "I can do it again."

Not given the chance to respond, Sebastian loudly moans at the intrusion of two fingers. Ominis hums deeply as he revels in the feel of Sebastian's inner walls.

Aroused by the sight, you decide to add to Sebastian's suffering. Opening your legs, your hand moves down to rub your clit, moaning at the sight in front of you. Sebastian looks up with a groan.

"Bloody hell. I'm going crazy." Sebastian whines, his eyes watching your pretty pink pussy dribble out juices as you rub your cunt.

Ominis smiles at the added sound of your moans. Motivated by your voice, he adds another finger in Sebastian. The brunette yells into the sheets as Ominis hits the spot within him.

"Fuck. Ominis. Please! Just fuck me!" Sebastian yells in frustration as he grips the material wrapped around his wrists, veins bulging at how tight he's gripping it. The blonde chuckles at his frustration as he continues his ministrations. "Do it right now or I'll—"

A hand grabs Sebastian's hair out of nowhere, causing him to be cut off from his rambling. The brunette whimpers, reminded of his place as Ominis covers Sebastian's back with his body. The blonde leans close to his ear. "Or you'll what? C'mon, say it. You've been so fucking noisy the past few minutes and now you decide to shut up? Fucking pussy."

The blonde shoves him face down against the sheets and pulls out his fingers. Sebastian whines at the loss of stimulation. He then hears the drop of a belt. His heart drops at Ominis's next words. "Want me to fuck you, hm?"

"Yes, yes, yes— please. Give it to me, please. I'll take it. I'll take it so good please—" Sebastian begs, tears dripping from his eyes.

Your fingers continue to stimulate you as you insert them inside. You smile in satisfaction as Sebastian cowers like a submissive pup under Ominis's body.

"Shut the fuck up." Ominis mutters with nonchalance as he grabs the shaft of his dick and slaps it against Sebastian's opening.

Without warning, the blonde thrusts inside causing the brunette to yell at the intrusion. You were sure the neighbors will be knocking at your door tomorrow morning.

"T-Thank you." Sebastian whimpers as Ominis heads straight into it, moving his hips fast and unforgiving. The brunette takes it like a champ, sobbing into the sheets as Ominis's cock hits his spot again and again.

Sebastian looks up in a daze, eyes locked with yours as you smile down at him. Ominis seems to have noticed his distraction by you and leans down to pull him up against his chest.

The brunette rests his head against his shoulder as Ominis wraps a hand around his throat. "She can't help you. Focus up."

Right now, you have the hottest fucking view there is. Sebastian's cock bounces against his stomach at Ominis's harsh thrust. His back is arched perfectly so that his body is positioned so deliciously to look at. Ominis looks even more ravishing with his jaw clenched as he burrows his head on Sebastian's neck, hand gripping his throat as he continues to rail the brunette. Your fingers try to match the timing of his thrusts.

Sebastian lets out loud whines to the point that the blonde had to shift his hold from his neck to his mouth. The blonde's thrusts speed up faster and harder. "O-Ominis—Right there, fuck."

"Here?" Ominis snarls as he gives him a hard thrust against the spot. Sebastian sobs at the intense pleasure. "Yeah, feels good huh?"

"Oh, fuck. God, I—"

Sebastian's climax is unexpected. The brunette's eyes roll back and his body limps in Ominis's arms as strips of thick white liquid stream out of his cock. You whine as you feel your orgasm coming but stop as your wrist cramps. Ominis thrusts for a few more seconds before slowly stopping, hugging Sebastian's figure close as he lets him calm himself down from his climax.

Pressing chaste kisses on his neck he gently places Sebastian down on the bed, beside you. The brunette only whimpers, still basking in his post-orgasm haze. The blonde unties the restraints, allowing Sebastian reposition comfortably.

You turn to Ominis who pauses for a few seconds, still caressing Sebastian's back. You whine, feeling pent up from the lack of orgasm. "Ominis…"

The blonde hears your pleas as he leaves one last kiss on Sebastian's temple before walking over to your side of the bed. He leans down to press his lips onto you, diving into your arms.

"I missed you." You whine pitifully as you caress his face. He leans into your touch, pressing soft kisses on your wrist.

"I'm sorry it took so long. I'm here now," He mumbles quietly, hands moving to your hips as he grinds against your soft pussy. You moan at the stimulation. "I'll take care of you."

He places a chaste kiss on your cheek before he pushes in. Your breaths quicken as you begin to regain the pleasure of what Sebastian once gave you moments ago. The blonde moves as your pussy takes him without hesitation. You revel in low groans and pants. "If there's one thing Sebastian did right, it's preparing you for me. Fuck baby, you feel so good."

"I feel good?" You question dumbly as your eyes fixate on Ominis's handsome face. He licks his lips before smiling.

"Yeah you do baby. This pussy keeps me up all night when you're not with me." He mumbles as he lifts your leg up to rest against his shoulder. His thrusts quicken. "Can't stop thinking about you."

You whine at his confession. You could feel the incoming edge of your orgasm return. Your hands grab his arms positioned on both sides of your head. You know he's almost close as well from the way he's becoming a bit inconsistent with his rhythm.

"You close baby?" He asks as he feels your thighs shake within his grasp. You hum in agreement as your nails dig into his arm, creating red dents into his flawless skin.

"Inside please, fuck— Inside me." You sob as you try to pull the blonde closer. His tip begins hammering against your sweet spot causing you to tip over the edge and come within his touch. Ominis comes shortly after, groaning as he spurts his release in you. You moan in satisfaction at the warm feeling of his come.

The blonde sighs as he drops his head on your shoulder. There's a lapse of silence before Ominis shifts the two of you with him under you this time. You moan softly as he jostles his length inside you due to the movement. You turn towards him, kissing his lips softly.

"Can I just… ?" He trails off as his hands caress your thigh, silently motioning towards his dick still nestled within you. You giggle before kissing his cheek.

"Yeah, feel's nice." You hum as you gently grind against Ominis's length. The blonde quietly groans at your ministrations but lets you be as it provides enough stimulation but not enough to start another round, yet.

Your eyes glance toward the brunette beside you, eyes swollen with tears as he sleeps quietly. You smile at the thought of Sebastian coming so hard that he passed out.

"Is he asleep?" Ominis asks as he places a hand on your hip, gently encouraging your grinding. You hum as you pepper kisses on the blonde's face.

"Like a baby. You made him pass out. Good job." You quipped, earning a chuckle from the blonde.

"He always got a bit too excited when it comes to riling me up. Serves him right." Ominis sighs in pleasure as he feels your cunt squeeze his length. You could feel a second round coming around the corner.

Ominis pulls you in a tender kiss before thrusting up against you, causing you to moan in pleasure.

"You're both going to kill me." You whisper against his lips as you begin to increase your movements against his cock. Ominis smirks at your words.

His hands grip your hips as he begins the second round, fucking up against your pussy. You moan at his sudden movements.

"We just can't get enough of you, baby."

A/N: ITS FUCKING DONE i finished this at 5 am ,, absolute fucking filth yall

[btsbabe7]

Rain Does Not Fall on One Roof Alone

Word Count: 4k

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x reader, Sebastian Sallow x reader

Warnings!: 18+, unprotected sex, death of a friend

Synopsis: After the death of a mutual friend, you and Ominis try to find a way to navigate life together in the aftermath.

Miniature droplets fall from their rightful place in the sky, meeting each other on the glass pane that separates you from the outside world. When they’ve gathered enough, they form together as one and trail long, squiggly lines down the length of your bedroom window. The piano downstairs hums a sad tune, perfect for accompanying the gloomy overcast of spring and the tears gathering in your eye ducts. On days like this, you can’t help but think about it all—your final battle with Ranrok, the loss of your dearest teacher, Professor Fig, and in his own stubbornness, your best friend, Sebastian Sallow.

In the months following the battle with Ranrok, Ominis remained by your side. He had been there before the battle, and now, he remained glued to you. He knew you’d fall apart on your own. Your muggle mother didn’t know Sebastian and your father had departed from your life at the age of eight.

You have no one else.

Your mother doesn’t know Ominis either, nor does she know that he apparates into your bedroom most days and nights. He simply lies beside you, cuddles against your trembling body, and wipes away tears that spawn from your nightmares of watching Sebastian being taken from your life in the worst way possible by Ranrok.

In your dreams, you warn Sebastian not to come, that even your ancient magic and practice may be no match for Ranrok’s power. You were never sure you could save him and the school. And each time, he doesn’t listen. He still stumbles into the final repository against your advice, thinking he can help. Each time his life is taken before you can react. Each time you let out an excruciating wail, flinging defensive spell after defensive spell in hopes of reaching his body in time. You want to reach him with just enough time to tell him how idiotic he is for trying to save you, to tell him that his stubbornness will bring you everlasting, excruciating pain, and lastly, to tell him that you’ve loved him from the start.

And each time, there’s never enough time.

There wasn’t enough time.

Some days you wish you’d turned him in for his uncle’s death because surely it’d be easier to see him behind the grim bars of Azkaban than to never see him again at all. You should’ve hugged him after it all. He was so scared, so shocked at what he’d done and of Anne’s reaction to it that he couldn’t process the repercussions. Ominis had known the moment you two both apparated back into the concealment of The Undercroft. He hadn’t given you much time to process it all, to help Sebastian get through it all. Ultimately, you decided that you couldn’t imagine a life where you’d have to travel to that dreadful prison to visit your best friend. He was far too young to be there, too young to have it eat him alive all alone, too young to have his life ripped away. Ominis simply agreed, though you know he only agreed because it was you making the final decision.

Ominis shuffles under the blankets beside you, bringing your attention back to present. His thick brows scrunch and fall flat, his eyelids twitch and his natural pink lips pull into a sheepish, childlike smile.

“Sebastian?” He chuckles innocently, softly in the safety of his dreams and your childhood bedroom.

Your lips quiver, nose scrunching against the burning sensation that overtakes it. It crinkles against the crocodile tears in your eyes and the loud sob that jolts Ominis from the peace of his dream.

“Y/n?” Ominis calls, his voice deep with sleepiness.

“I’m sorry for waking you. I… I—“

“Come here,” he whispers and pulls you down into his arms.

In the safeness of his arms, he pulls the blanket over your body and nestles you against his chest. You can feel the tears collecting against the softness of his t-shirt under your cheek, the feeling of his hand stroking soft passes over your curls, his voice telling you it’s okay to feel this way and that he’ll never leave your side until you tell him to.

“I can’t stop thinking about how it happened. How he was so stubborn until the end. How I had to witness it. How it still haunts me in my dreams, my nightmares…”

Ominis doesn’t say anything, but his pearlescent eyes stare straight ahead at your ceiling. You can feel his heartbeat begin to slow underneath you.

Shallow and deep.

Heartbroken.

A tear slips from the corner of his eye and disappears into the strands of his of his blonde hair.

“Try to remember him as he was during his best times. Perhaps in The Undercroft or in class. Battling together in Crossed Wands. Or when I’d met him and Anne when we were just children. Things would be so different had we not met you at all.”

You feel queasy. You’d never stopped blaming yourself for his death, but you didn’t know Ominis thought that way too.

“But had we not met you, Anne wouldn’t be cured,” he continues. “Sebastian would’ve driven himself looney searching for a cure. He wouldn’t want you to be sad. He’d want you to find happiness and be surrounded by friends and people who care for you.”

You hate that you’d rather have a cursed Anne over a dead Sebastian and for your own selfish reasons nonetheless. You hate that you’d rather search the entire Earth to find a cure with Sebastian going insane than to face the immense suffering of losing him forever.

“You’re my only friend, Ominis. The others don’t understand, they weren’t there. And what could they say besides, ‘sorry?’”

“We both lost him. Anne lost him too. And we’ve been sulking for a year now. Perhaps we should pay a visit?”

Your heart stops, stuck and frozen in time.

You both hadn’t been to the burial site since it all happened. Professor Weasley had commended Professor Fig and Sebastian on their ‘unmatched bravery and commitment’ to the school, and to you. You blamed yourself for it all, always. For the ancient magic you possess, for not saying no to Professor Fig when he accompanied you to your final battle, for not telling Sebastian how you felt earlier, and for not admitting that you wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in his arms at the end of it all.

A soft gasp slips from your lips and you hold Ominis tightly, letting out the lingering sobs the very moment you catch your breath again.

About an hour later, you find yourself walking down endless rows of gravestones. The warmth of Ominis’ soft hand in yours keeps you centered as a red light flashes at the tip of his wand—a beacon of sorts, which he used to navigate the corridors of Hogwarts, and now, the distantly familiar cemetery. Luckily, his wand remembers the way because in your own grief you’d both be lost for hours.

Ominis had asked you to help him into something nice, even asked you to tie his emerald tie to keep your mind off other things. Despite the set destination, he looked charming. His blonde hair combed back neatly and a teasing smile on his face as you sighed in frustration over the tie instead of in sorrow.

“This damned tie,” you’d muttered. “Don’t they have a spell to tie these things?”

“I’m sure you could find one in your rather extensive book collection.”

You’d scoffed at the sudden knowledge of him snooping through your room when you do finally fall asleep.

“Surely you’ll help me find one on it then?” you sighed, thinking back to the time you’d first passed Ominis and Sebastian at the start of your fifth year.

Natsai had been giving you a tour when you’d spotted the duo at the base of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower. Sebastian had been chomping on the crispiest, crimson apple you’d ever laid eyes upon and Ominis toyed with an upside down book in his hands. You hadn’t known he was blind at the time, but it was an ongoing joke between the pair that you’d later be let in on.

“I will give it my best,” Ominis had laughed, putting an emphasis on eye-will like Sebastian would have.

You’d laughed for the first time in a year.

“Should be about here,” Ominis mutters, once again drawing your attention back to your current reality.

You stop short, your feet and heart weighing heavily on the wet grass beneath you. The soil underneath feels bouncy like walking on a trampoline. Something you were able to enjoy before you knew you possessed the power of magic, before you’d been sent away to learn how to control it. You hate to see him like this, something you can’t control—Sebastian tucked away neatly in the best coffin you and Ominis could afford, six feet under the Earth you both still tread on daily. You’d give anything to hear his laugh again, another sarcastic quip, to smell the embers of a lingering Confringo on his emerald, embroidered school robe when you’d follow him out of The Undercroft in the early mornings.

Tears flood your eyes again and deep grey clouds swim above your head, daring to squeeze out more heavy droplets. Daring to overtake you completely. But Ominis finds his way back to your side, immediately taking your hand in his again and slowly inching you closer.

He’d only stepped away for seconds.

“It’s alright, Y/n,” he whispers the moment the grave comes into view.

You have a clear view, the clearest ever. Just feet away, the headstone reads, Sebastian Sallow with a cursive epitaph engraved underneath that’s already begun to wither away from the constant rain, the general erosion of rock.

You want to cry.

You want to scream.

You want to curse Ranrok for taking the one person you loved the most away from you. Away from Ominis, and even Anne, who you know would have forgiven him with time had she not been denied the chance.

You all had been denied the chance.

And though you want to cry, nothing comes out. As if all your tears have run dry over a year of endlessly sorrow.

Ominis was right. Sebastian wouldn’t want you to be sad. He’d be happy that Ominis took you in, that you two still had each other in a world where people can become distant. He’d hate the idea of Ominis sleeping in your bed at night. Had he still been here and that was the case, he’d go on a jealous rant about how it should be him instead. You’d both laugh about it, then you’d invite both him and Ominis over for cuddles.

It should be him, but it’s not. And perhaps that means something too.

You lean onto Ominis’ right shoulder and he holds you tightly, resting his cheek against the crown of your head with a breathy sigh. You recognize it as an attempt to hold back the tears he only lets out at night, long after he thinks you’re asleep. Sometimes you pretend to be, knowing he’d say it’s nothing had he known you were actually awake. In those times, you scoot in closer and hug him a bit tighter.

You do the same now as an attempt to calm Ominis and to look away from the grave. You can’t bear the sight. You never could.

“Ominis,” you breathe, now looking over his shoulder at a plethora of unnamed graves.

There’s a chill here, but also a newfound sense of peace. These people are no longer in pain, no longer fighting the struggles of love and loss and life.

They are truly resting.

Sebastian is resting.

Sebastian is finally resting in peace.

You can feel it in the air. In the way a warm breeze sweeps over you, pulling you closer to Ominis. It whispers to you that it’s finally okay to move on, to accept that though Sebastian had been your first love, a love you only got to experience shortly, there’s much more love to be discovered.

You rub your palm over Ominis’ right shoulder, breathing in softly the moment you both gaze at each other. He looks perfect—tie still tied skillfully, his blonde hair remaining neat, and his tears have dried as if in the same moment you both had the same realization.

“Y/n…” he starts wearily, hesitantly.

You hum in response and caress the side of his face.

“I—“

“I know, Ominis,” you finally breathe, nuzzling into him.

His brows fall in relief and in realization. A gentle smile pulls at the corners of his lips, one you haven’t seen except in glimpses throughout the year. In all the time Sebastian had been gone, Ominis had been there, even before. He’s never left your side and he never would. And you find nothing but comfort in his presence, something you’ve long craved, even before Sebastian.

“I crave you,” he says and takes a deep breath before pulling you in. “But I know I’m not him.”

You caress his other cheek, wiping his falling tears away with your thumbs before leaning in closer. His lips are right there—damp, pink and glistening even in the overcast.

“I don’t need you to be him. Just keep being Ominis.”

He chuckles nervously, “ I don’t think I could be anyone else.”

You nod softly, tears in both your eyes as he caresses the sides of your face and leans in the rest of the way.

It takes your brain seconds to realize you’re actually kissing Ominis because it simply feels like a dream, a distant one you’ve had before. Like déjà vu. But once you both deepen the kiss, you know it’s real, and it feels so right.

“We should go,” you whisper against him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Ominis presses back into you and you both drop your hands into each others. Within an instant, you’ve been apparated into your room, but you don’t need to pull away from Ominis’ lips to know. It’s the smell of blueberry pie slipping under the crack of your locked door and the familiarity of the mattress underneath your bodies.

You untie his tie effortlessly, then tug at the small buttons of his shirt until they come undone. You slip back from his lips, running a hand down his bare chest between you two as he sits up to kiss into your jawline. He untucks the hem of your shirt and plants his hands firmly against the bare flesh of your waist. You drop your hips completely with the overwhelming urgency to feel friction clouding your thoughts. Ominis mews softly underneath you, allowing his hands to travel further down until they’re planted firmly on your ass to guide your rocking hips back and forth. He’s never touched you this way, but it feels as if he has so many times. As if he should be more often.

He lies back as you reach for his belt and grins towards the ceiling sheepishly. You can’t get the view of him spawn out like this out of your mind, and like fuel to a fire, you both undress each other impatiently. Then, Ominis’ hands pine into your doughy flesh, caressing and rubbing all the right places as you grind against him. Part of you can’t believe the feeling of him hard against you. The other part that believes is starved for him, yearning to feel his length inside of you.

A perfect storm.

As Ominis works his briefs downward, your head begins to spin at the thought of having sex and you find yourself blurting the words before your mind can fully wrap around the thought.

“I’ve never had sex before.”

Ominis stops short, his reddened cock springing from the thin fabric simultaneously.

“Neither have I.”

You aren’t sure why you sigh in relief, but that’s how it feels when Ominis pulls you closer and takes your lips against his. He caresses the side of your neck with one hand, and with the other, he slowly glides the tip of his erection up and down your length until you both feel your petals unfold for him. A moan spills into his mouth as you take in the pleasure and mentally prepare for the pain you know is to come. But Ominis goes slowly, working the tip back and forth until you’re moaning and wet enough for his liking.

“Are you alright?” He hums against your parted lips.

“Mhm. I think I’m ready.”

He pulls you closer once more, until your bare breasts are pressed firmly against the flatness of his chest. And as he begins to press through your tightness, you bury your mouth into the crook of his neck. You feel the pressure first when he slips the head inside, his length following little by little. He lets out a soft breath at the feeling. In and back out, then in a bit further. It feels foreign, both painful and pleasantly pleasurable. And once you’re sure it’s in, he grips your hips and guides them flush to his groin.

You let out a helpless yelp. Clearly he wasn’t completely inside, but he is now.

“Still alright?”

“Mhm.” That’s all you can manage with your walls clenching around the girth stuffed inside you.

You sit up slowly, just enough to keep him stuffed inside as you do. With both legs on either side of him, you bring your palms to either side of the pillow beneath his head and begin rolling your hips back and forth. A deep groan escapes his parted lips and he keeps his hands on your hips as you ride him the only way you know how. His eyes are squeezed shut and his bottom lip is tucked between his teeth. And as much as he seems to be in heaven, he also looks as if he’s trying to concentrate on something. You don’t bother asking what, instead you come up a bit, close your eyes too and toss your head back towards the ceiling. You let all the pleasure and pulsating and your empty mind overtake you entirely.

After a minute or so, your body flushes hot and you perk up quickly. Ominis’ heavy breathing has turned into frantic pants. His grip on your hips had loosened to explore your body—your taut breasts, the hardness of your protruding nipples, the softness of your belly, the goosebumps that prickled against your arms and thighs at the bursts of sheer pleasure, but now they were tight on your hips again, almost cutting skin.

“Y-Y/n,” Ominis sputters shakily. “Think I’m going t—“

“Omi,” you interrupt in a sharp, sudden pant. You feel the very heat that’d started in your chest creep into the depths of your core. You tried to hold it back, tried to keep it at bay, but much like a tidal wave, it reappears and dares to wash over you. “Ominis!”

You mewl deeply.

You aren’t sure if he sensed it first, the tightening of your walls around him, but his nose and lips twitch violently at the feeling. He pulls you down suddenly and crashes his lips against yours wildly. His tongue presses into your mouth and you let out a loud moan against it. Trembling, you grip his bicep with your left hand and falter down to your right elbow. Your thighs shake as the violent wave overtakes you and leaves your tightening and shaking against his faltering thrusts.

Ominis’ name almost rolls off your tongue again, but with a violent hiss, he slips out of you immediately. You feel warm, sticky spurts against your thighs and lie down against his damp body. His heart is practically leaping out of his chest, the erratic beat thumping pummels against your right ear and his breathy pants fill your left.

You trace your fingertip over his left nipple and he shutters slightly, letting out a choked chuckle.

“I didn’t think I’d be able to stop,” he mutters once his heaving chest falters a bit. “You feel amazing inside.”

“Om…” you groan nervously, heat rising to your cheeks at the thought.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters softly and begins stroking your curls.

Silence falls over the room, aside from the pitter-pattering of the rain picking up on your windowpane again. You swear you hear thunder in the distance, but maybe it’s just the sound of your own heart.

“Sebastian should have been your first,” Ominis whispers out of nowhere. Your head shoots up and you give him a warning glance, and though you know he can’t see it, he must sense it. “I mean to say, he was in love with you. He’d told me once… one night after we’d snuck out of The Undercroft back to our dorms. ‘I think I’m in love with her,’ were his exact words. I can’t hold onto them anymore.”

You fight back the tears you feel forming in the ducts of your eyes and the heaviness of your weak legs.

Why would he tell you this now?

You pull your emotions together and lie against him again.

You think of Ominis.

You think of Sebastian.

You think of yourself.

“I believe you were meant to be my first,” you hum softly and trace the length of his collarbone. “With Sebastian, it would’ve been rushed, rough even. I’m happy that my first time was soft, gentle, and with someone who cares about me. Someone I love.”

Ominis’ heart skips a beat and his cheeks grow warm against your scalp.

“Perhaps it’s also time I admit that I’m in love with you.” He states it so softly that you’re sure you misheard. So, you prop yourself up to be sure.

“You’re in love with me?”

He takes in a deep breath to steady his heartbeat that’s begun to pummel in his chest again.

“I have for a long time, Y/n. From the start, though for Sebastian’s sake, I had to conceal it. I had no choice, he was my best friend.”

“We all have a choice,” you reply. “I wish I’d known sooner.”

“No,” he sighs. “It’s happened this way for a reason and it was meant to be this way. Not a second sooner.”

You take in what he says and analyze it. Had Sebastian been here, he’d fight Ominis to the death for your heart, that’s just the kind of person he was. Ultimately, it’d probably cost them their friendship or cost them yours. As for yourself, you know you wouldn’t have been able to choose between your very first love, one who’d kept you on your toes, and the boy who’d been there for you since the start, the one whose shoulder you knew you could cry on no matter how bad things got.

Ominis is right.

He’s always been right.

You cant bring yourself to say anything more and you’re sure Ominis is racking his own brain, thinking he’s chosen the wrong time to admit his love for you.

You kiss his cheek and pull your quilt up after draping your leg over him. You listen to his audible sigh of relief as you stroke your thumb against his jawline. You place a kiss there too until he gets the hint to bring his lips closer. Once he does, you caress the side of his face and press into him eagerly. And when he pulls away, you let out in a soft breath, “I love you so much, Omi.”

He straightens his head, resting it on the open palm of his right hand. His eyes are closed to the ceiling and his nose twitches softly. Your eyes follow the silent tear that slips down his face.

He smirks softly, then whispers, “I love you more than you’ll ever know. And thank you for being here through my worst times.”

With a soft smile, you both cuddle into each other. And for once, in over a year, you both fall into a deep sleep, full of nothing but happiness, with not a single tear in sight.

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May 2024