#my girl Obie (Oi Bitch) never stood a chance

[slytherizz]

I am truly a converted heathen to the Church of Chav Seb.

Thank you so much for letting me borrow him to write degenerate smut. Your art as always is stunning and this comic is a masterpiece 🥵

Chav Seb Smut Fic - 1.8k

Tags: Smut, Explicit Language, Fingering, Semi Public

If you were to ask her that morning exactly how she would ended up with her cheek crushed against the rough wood of the broom sheds, skirt hiked up around her waist and underwear pulled unceremoniously to the side so that her slit exposed for any potential passers by to see - She would have call you a dirty liar or assumed she was the future victim of at least one if not several unforgivable curses.

Because there was absolutely no way in hell that she would let that chav Sebastian Sallow touch her.

Or at least that’s what she’d thought. And would have sworn over her dead body that she’d hex him if he even so much as breathed too close to her. But that wasn’t true, was it?

Not judging by the long fingers currently curling inside of her to tease her sweet spot so expertly she had a string of drool running down her chin from her perpetually open mouth.

So in reality, she was the liar. And a filthy one at that.

At first she’d thought the crimson envelope dropped in her lap was a Howler from her parents. They’d be writing to make a point about their frustration with their eldest daughter's grades slipping. Expecting that they’d found out she only received an ‘E’ on her last potions mock exam. She’d torn open the letter before it could even begin to smoke only to be met with that grating Scottish brogue.

‘Oi. Bitch. Broom Sheds. 10 minutes. Don’t be fucking late.’

Perhaps, it was the complete audacity in which he thought he could summon her, and she’d come running to his beck and call, that made all rationality dissipate. She’d sent a hex towards the howler exploding it into red confetti before it could finish enunciating the last syllable. Long before Natty could even attempt to convince her to ignore it that he wasn’t worth her ire, she’d torn open the courtyard door and was charging down to the quidditch pitch.

She didn’t know at what point between shrilly calling him an “arrogant, insufferable prick”. And him snarling back that she “oughht to do something about that stick rammed up her arse”. That he’d managed to take hold of her with pathetically little resistance on her end and reduce her to this simpering mess.

But now here she was. So exposed that if anyone was to walk past she’d have no hope of preserving any of her dignity, and what’s worse the mortification of anyone knowing it was Sallow who she was willing to let spread her open for the world to see. Wetness smeared between her thighs growing slicker with every pump of his fingers. One knee raised and wedged between her stomach and the wall so he could spear them into her deeper. The other quivered as violently as if she were a newborn thestral. Sallow didn’t seem to care one iota that her leg was about to buckle beneath her. In fact, he only seemed to be doing her the courtesy of keeping her upright because it allowed him to grind his hard cock against her arse. Which wasn’t unwelcome as it at least served as a physical reminder she wasn’t the only one who’d completely lost their mind.

With precision Sallow’s thumb swept across her clit just enough to make her cry out but not enough pressure to truly satiate her. She caught her tongue between her teeth in an attempt to hold the incriminating sounds at bay. If anyone found them like this if the ground didn’t swallow her up first she’d have to feed herself to the giant squid rather than face the mortification.

“Not so fucking chopsy now are you, hm?” He crooned in her ear answering her muffled whining.

She wanted to argue back but Sallow clasped her jaw his lips clashed against hers. Not that she was confident any protests would come out as more than a strung out incoherent babble at this point. His mouth moved demandingly against her own, tongue slipping past her lips to flick against hers. Pressed against her. inside of her. Sallow was overwhelming her senses in every way.

She felt cheated. Lied to by romance novels she’d wasted years of her life and countless hours devouring. She’d expected his skin to be accentuated by notes of pine needles or cinnamon or leather or some other vague yet undeniably masculine musk. Sallow smelt nothing like any chivalrous romantic hero from any book she’d ever read. But rather, faintly of cigarettes.which she knew he skived off Arithmancy to smoke; Perhaps, squeezed mandarin and sandalwood? But that was if the spray that surrounded him like a fog wasn’t so acidic - which it was. And to such a degree it caught in your throat and made the oxygen seem thin. To her abject disgust in herself, she didn’t find any of this as repulsive as she thought she would. Not even unpleasant. If anything she found its harshness as arousing as the stiff cock rutting against her arse. Knew the scent would stain her similarly to the yellowing callous on the inside of Sebastian’s middle and index fingers which had torn open the buttons of her blouse, pulled down the cup of her bra and were currently pinching her peaked nipple.

“Sallow-fuck,” she whined needily into his open mouth. She’d been planning on punctuating that thought with ‘you’ but the way his thumb was now circling her hooded bundle of nerves all ability to form coherent thoughts had been effectively abandoned.

“That’s right. Say my name.”

He picked up his pace, which only forced her leg higher up the wall. Spreading her wider to coax more of her slick to coat his fingers.

She chased the mounting pressure of her orgasm, desperately rocking her hips down to meet every pump of his fingers into her tight cunt. Sallow grunted, moving in quick tight circles on her clit and a curling fingers just so. Wide eyed she climaxed with a sudden, helpless cry. Cunt tightening, clenched around those divine digits. One arm braced against the wall the other slung around his neck failing to find purchase to tether her back to earth. She rode it out in waves as he continued to toy with her using his thumb, send a little jolt of pleasure to chase through her body. Over and over again. Keeping her body tense on her peak. Brushing his thumb back and forth across her bundle of nerves like the worlds filthiest metronome.

Overstimulated, she tried to angle her hips away to shield her swollen nub but Sallow grunted low in her ear. He merely pinned her harder against the wall by impressing further into her backside.

“Ah- please. Stop I can’t anymore,” she choked. Reluctantly adding “I’m begging you.”

“Not so much of stuck up bitch now are you?” He whispered mockingly against her ear in his smoke gravel brogue. “Who knew you could be so well trained?”

Satisfied with her humiliating plea for reprieve he removed his fingers from her tight heat. Releasing her just enough so her leg could slide back down the door and he could turn her around to face him. She sighed, in relief and as boneless as she felt, she was glad of the additional support because looking Sallow in the eye after she’d just come on his fingers was proving to make her feel just as unstable.

Sebastian looked down at the slick glistening on his fingers. She flushed seeing how it had spread, running down the tensors contouring his hand. Sallow took hold of her jaw again. “Open your mouth.”

What embarrassingly little remained of her pride made her teeth clamped shut. She glared back at him in silent protest.

“You think you can make a mess like the slut you are and not clean it up?”

If looks could kill, would be an understatement. what was betrayed in his hard set of eyes was that should she refuse to comply her death would simply not be enough to compensate for the insult. It was a look that would take pleasure in taking her apart methodically piece by piece. Breaking her slowly like a strong willed mare.

Shamefully, she felt her body clench. Cunt acutely missing the loss of his fingers inside of her. His already bruising grip on her jaw tightened enough she heard a sickening click in the joints. The heel of his palm impressed on her windpipe. Her strained breath was shallow enough to make her head spin with that overpowering smell she could only assume he received in a Christmas gift set.

She unclenched her teeth and he wasted no time pushing two digits forcefully past her lips. Her cheeks flushed profusely as she tasted the tang of slick -her slick- coating his fingers. Sallow’s hard brown eyes were staring at her, a little more amused now, more than likely because for all her bravado had won. He cocked one slitted eyebrow at her and for her little mutany gave another warning pulse of his hand.

With that she began to drag her tongue along the underside of his fingers. Swirled it around the tip, sucking and licking off the residue. Knuckles appearing and disappearing past her swollen lips with every bob of her head as she took them deeper in her mouth. Mortifyingly she whined when Sallow was at last satisfied and pulled his fingers free dragging her bottom lip down with his thumb.He stooped his head to drag it again with his teeth.

With a final squeeze he released her hold on her completely. She heaved a much needed breath lungs feeling tight from restriction. Quickly she set about fixing her skirt. Hiked it back down from where it had ridden up around her waist to cover the torn underwear now barely covered her slit. Panicked she looked around, she couldn’t see anyone around yet but she could still hear voice off in the distance a little too close. She attempted to pull the edges of her blouse back together to cover her exposed breasts, nipples still visible through the sheer white fabric.

If she could find her wand she’d be able to fix her clothes and get back to the castle before Natty or anyone could suspect anything out of the ordinary had occurred. She could pretend that absolutely none of this ever happened. Move on with her life pretending Sallow had not reduced her to a pleading, whimpering wreck. Which she knew would prove to be rather difficult late at night when her own fingers between her legs just weren’t cutting it.

Absolutely refusing to meet his eyes, she moved to duck under his arm but Sallow pushed her back with a rough hand on her shoulder. Her back thudded against the wall.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He said sharply. As he caged her in, leaning his arm against the space above her. He smirked, free hand palming his cock which was strained against his trackies. “We’re not through yet.”

She swallowed. Praying to every deity she could think of that no passers by witnessed her allowing Sebastian Salloe to push her willingly inside the broom shed.

Thank you to @slytherizz for this idea. And PLEASE post the story cause everyone should read the drabble that inspired this comic. This was so fun.