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Our red flag in green đ
And couple with beard...
The things I would do to him..
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âenglish isnât my first languaââ say no more.
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#x reader#fanfiction is life#fyp#fictional men are better#fypage#sebastian sallow x reader#tumblr fyp#actually mentally ill#foryou#foryoupage#relatable#loki laufesyon x reader#theodore nott x reader#cillian murphy x reader#gojo satoru x reader#chuuya nakahara x reader#anakin skywalker x reader#kol mikaelson x reader#draco malfoy x reader#damon salvatore x reader#tom riddle x reader#mattheo riddle x reader#stardew valley x reader#stranger things x reader#harry potter x reader#marauders x reader#jonathan crane x reader#steve harrington x reader#dick grayson x reader#joe goldberg x reader
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I think you can guess which quest this follows
Edit: a consolidatory hug post
#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#hogwarts legacy mc#ominis gaunt#sebastian sallow#slytherin#literally how I felt after the quest#loading my Slytherin mc save#the-new-fifth-year#fan comic
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normalise making a list of character x readers u like to read so you can spin a wheel every night before bed to decide ur bedtime story xx
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smooth, seb đ ((redraw of this scene from the goblet of fire))
#i changed it from 'looking' to 'staring' tho bc 'looking' wasnt intense enough for sebs vibes LMFAO#also i originally didnt draw clora with her hairclip since this is before theyre together obviously#but then i decided this could be after he gives it to her/confesses and during the time shes nervously avoiding him LOL#i put way too much consideration into when this scene redraw could canonically fit into my own canon LMAO#need to draw more pining seb before they get together tho I LOVE ITTTTT.... seb being flustered and desperate is just đ©đ€#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x oc#sebastian sallow x mc#ominis gaunt#anne sallow#clora clemons#sebastian x mc#samantha dale#choccyart#clora and cho both being in ravenclaw and having alliteration names that start with Cđ€đ€đ€#love the random girl on the left idk who she is or if shes even friends with clora but she just wants the tea and girl same
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The three are suddenly locked in a very small and mysterious storage roomâŠ
I wonder what the Slytherins will do after this đ
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Just me . . . reopening tumblr for the third time in the last 30 minutes checking to see if anyone posted anything new since I checked 5 minutes ago.
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Cheirophilia - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader
Summary: Following the summer leading up to your seventh year, you return to Hogwarts to discover that Sebastian has undergone changes that greatly appeal to the eye. Your eye, to be specific. Thereâs no easy way to tell the man youâve been dating for two years that your attention has been fixed on a part of him otherwise deemed normal, but after a while, youâre forced to face the truth of the matter.Â
Alternatively summarized as you have a hand kink and Sebastian Sallow has extremely nice hands.
Word Count: 10.7k
Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit sexual content, hand kink, size difference
Full fic can be found here on Ao3 (with more diverse tags)
You had to be losing your mind. That was the only plausible explanation for the wild, unrestrained thoughts that had been plaguing your brain for the last week every time you so much as glanced at Sebastian. Yes, he was attractive. He was charming and confident, and quite frankly he was the epitome of male perfection as far as you were concerned. Not a day went by where you didnât consider yourself lucky to be able to call him yours, and you knew he was just as enamored with you.
But your newfound infatuation with his hands had started relatively recently, and you had no clue what to make of it.Â
Sebastian was touchy to begin with, and he always had been. From casually brushing shoulders with you in the Great Hall during mealtimes, to tucking your hair behind your ears at nightâ the man was constantly finding ways to be closer to you, and your appreciation for his efforts knew no bounds. It made you feel treasured, wanted, revered, and a slew of other things that made your heart swell with affection. Maybe you could attribute your blatant ogling of his appendages to that, or maybe you had just finally started to notice after your Divination class last week.Â
Professor Onai, for all her outlandish preachings on clairvoyance, had taken a more mundane approach in teaching her students âfortune tellingâ a few days ago. âPalm reading,â she had said, âis a delicate and fixed art. It can be as vague as it can be accurate, and it takes an expertly trained eye to decipher the true meaning behind the grooves in oneâs hand.âÂ
You were far from an expert in anything relating to Divination, but you did have an eye for nice things, and Merlinâ were Sebastianâs hands exquisite. They were nearly twice the size of yours and covered in calluses, a lingering sign of the grueling physical labor heâd done over the summer in Feldcroft. His fingers werenât as dainty as Ominisâ, but they were long, thick, and lined with pulsing veins that stretched across the backs of his hands and coiled around his toned forearms. As youâd traced the lines on his palm with your fingers, heâd shivered at the featherlight feeling and chuckled at the deferential way you seemed to commit every part of the appendage to memory.Â
You didnât even want to begin to recount the way your heart had hammered in your chest when it had been his turn to read your palm. Maintaining your composure had taken every ounce of willpower in your body.
Since then, your mind had wandered an unhealthy amount.
By some miracle, Sebastian hadnât noticed your unwavering eye contact with his hands yet. The two of you had been kept preoccupied with the mountains of classwork that came with the start of the new school year, and as a result, your only opportunities to spend time with him had been during mealtimes. Today was different, however, because Lucan had finally set up the first Crossed Wands match of the season. You and Sebastian were both participating, and your boyfriend was all too eager to jump back into dueling after the summer months spent away.Â
Your eyes scanned him dutifully from across the room, watching with rapt interest as he chatted with Brattleby about the upcoming fight. Sebastian had grown considerably since your fifth-year, virtually towering over Lucan as he looked down at the curly haired Gryffindor. The latter had gone through a growth spurt of his own, but it was easy to overlook him when he was standing next to your boyfriend. Sebastian was big; broad shouldered with long, powerful legs and thick wrists that complimented his massive, mouthwatering hands.Â
Said hands were fidgeting with the cuffs of his shirt as he rolled them up, nodding down at Lucan as he replied to something the younger boy had said. You didnât know what they were discussing, and quite frankly, you didnât care. His deft fingers adjusted his uniform as he prepared for your duoâs duel, and instead of following suit, you were unabashedly studying his every move. That is, until a voice from your left drew your attention.Â
âDid something happen over summer?âÂ
You startled easily, warranting an eye roll from Imelda as she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the wall. It was a rarity to find her in the Crossed Wands courtyard, but you knew she had been hounding members of the Quidditch team to prepare for trial runs and scrimmages, and Sebastian factored into that assortment of people. Schooling your nerves the best you could, you started to shed your robe in an effort to simultaneously get ready for the duel and distract from the metaphorical eye candy across the room.Â
âWhat do you mean,â you asked vaguely, keeping your eyes pointed at the floor as you moved.Â
Imelda was having none of itâ clearly smarter than you deigned to give her credit for. âDonât play coy with me. Youâre always checking Sallow out, but since weâve been back itâs ten times worse. Did he sprout a second cock or something?âÂ
You damn near choked on your own tongue as you whipped around to glare at her. âDo you have to be so crass all the time?âÂ
She waved you off, âYes, I do. Who else would rile you up this way if not myself? Now answer the question.âÂ
Heaving a deep sigh, you draped your robe over a stack of crates and began to gather your hair back into a loose braid as you muttered, âNo, nothing happened over summer.â
âBut something is going on. Come on,â she implored with a taunting tone, her brown eyes glimmering with amusement. âAt least tell me if itâs something bad.âÂ
âItâs not bad,â you relented. âItâsâ Iâm not sure what it is, to be honest. We havenât even done anything since weâve been back, weâve been too busy. ButâŠâ
You trailed off, staring at the wall behind Imelda as you brought your hair over your shoulder to finish off the plait. She waited patiently, however, all too eager to get the inside scoop on your love life. âBut?â
âI donât knowâ have you ever found yourself focused on other body parts? Like, really random parts of another person?âÂ
The Quidditch captainâs face shifted into a confused expression as she chanced a look at Sebastian, evidently trying to figure out what on Godricâs green Earth you were referring to. âUh, no? If youâre talking about his feet though then Iâm going to ask that you forget I even brought this upââ
âNo!â You blurted loudly, drawing the attention of a handful of students in the courtyard, Sebastian included. He cocked a brow at you from across the room, and you flashed him a bashful smile in silent reply before mouthing a timid âsorryâ. Imelda snickered under her breath when you turned back to her, a deep scowl settling on your face. âDammit, not his fucking feet. Iâm talking about his hands. He has really nice handsâ I never noticed before.âÂ
âYouâre telling me youâve had your knickers in a twist for the last week and a half because of Sallowâs hands?âÂ
To say Imelda looked dumbstruck would be an understatement, and you suddenly felt incredibly stupid for having said anything at all. You kept your eyes downcast as you tossed your braided hair over your shoulder and slid your wand free from its holster, doing your best to ignore the womanâs burning stare. âNevermindâ forget I mentioned it.âÂ
âI doubt I could even if I wanted to, but for the sake of your dignity Iâll go grab a seat and let you get your head in the game.â You felt your cheeks heat up instantly in response to her snide comment, and you lifted your eyes in time to watch Imelda turn towards the far corner of the room with a smile on her face. She paused before taking off, murmuring over her shoulder, âMake sure youâre paying attention to your opponents and not Sallowâs hands.â
Sweet Merlin⊠you should have kept your big mouth shut.
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As it turned out, your head was so far out of the game that it became collateral in the midst of your duoâs duel.Â
It was your own fault, really. Despite doing your best to focus on the task at hand, your eyes had continually wandered over to Sebastian, tracking his movements as he fired spell after spell in retaliation against your opponents. He had always been exceptionally graceful while fightingâ be it in Crossed Wands or in the Highlands at your sideâ and his sudden growth spurt over summer had only added to his preexisting agility. It was all too easy for you to get absorbed in his fluid movements as he ducked and rolled, then blocked and countered every attack with astonishing finesse.Â
Unfortunately, that meant you were left wholly unprepared for the Depulso charm that sent you careening across the room into a stack of crates. Your head had been positively spinning as you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, but your vision cleared in time to watch as Sebastian abandoned the duel entirely to hurry over to where you lay prone against the broken wood. Lucan had shouted something about the match being called off, but you could hardly pay any attention to his words with Sebastian fretting over you, mere inches from your face.Â
âMerlinâs bloody balls, what the hell happened?â The brunet hadnât even given you ample time to reply before he had hoisted you up in his strong, capable arms to carry you to the Hospital Wing.Â
That was how youâd ended up where you were now; laid out in an uncomfortable hospital bed with Nurse Blainey hovering too close for comfort while your boyfriend sat beside you with his arms crossed stiffly over his chest. His expression was virtually unreadable, but you werenât able to focus on him for long without your head pounding in silent protest.Â
âDrink this,â Nurse Blainey dutifully instructed, thrusting a vial of Wiggenweld in front of you as she scanned your bandaged temple. âIt will help with the swelling and the gods-awful headache Iâm sure youâre sporting. My diagnostic spells came back negative for any internal injuries, but that doesnât mean you can rush back to your foolhardy dueling club. A concussion is a concussion, no matter how small.âÂ
Your tongue felt like lead in your mouth so you nodded in response instead of speakingâ only to instantly regret the movement. Sharp, concentrated pain shot through your head, and you took it as a sign to carefully knock back the contents of the potion sheâd given you. A soothing warmth overtook you in a split second, and the throbbing in your skull lessened considerably, prompting you to relax against the pillows situated behind you as your eyelids fluttered. Evidently pleased with your subdued demeanor, Nurse Blainey jotted something down on the clipboard that had been tucked under her arm before turning to Sebastian.Â
âI trust that youâll ensure she actually takes it easy for the next few days, Mr. Sallow?âÂ
Your eyes cracked open in time to watch Sebastianâs gaze flicker to yours, and the muscle in his jaw ticked as his attention zeroâd in on the thick bandage that now adorned your head. âOf course. Sheâll be a model patient for as long as needed.âÂ
Satisfied with his agreement, Nurse Blainey pivoted on her heel and strode to the back end of the room, leaving you and Sebastian alone in a tense silence.Â
Heaving a heavy sigh, you gathered your hands in your lap and let your head tip back against the bed frame, wanting nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. All of this because you couldnât stop ogling your boyfriend for a measly twenty minutes when it mattered most⊠it was an embarrassing and stupid mistake to acknowledge. Moreover, youâd basically ruined the first Crossed Wands duel of the seasonâ something you knew had to be bothering Sebastian, given his competitive nature.Â
âIâm sorry,â you mumbled half-heartedly. âI should have been paying closer attention.â
Sebastian scoffed to your left, and when you peered at him through the corner of your eye, his head looked like it was on the verge of imploding. âAre you seriously apologizing for getting a concussion right now?âÂ
There was no stopping the frown that spread across your face, and you nervously started picking at your cuticles as your mouth opened, shut, then opened again. âYesâ I meanâ no. Iâm sorry that the match got canceled because of me. You were probably excited to get back into Crossed Wands and I just⊠messed it up. I wasnât thinking clearly out there.âÂ
âObviously,â Sebastian countered easily, the amused glimmer in his eyes vanishing before you could take proper note of it. âYouâre never one to let your mind wander when you fight, but you have to know Iâm not mad about the duel. I was worried about youâ I donât think you realize how terrifying it is to see you of all people bleeding.âÂ
You gaze fell to your lap as you pursed your lips and lifted your hand to the bandage taped to your temple, trying and failing to recall if youâd actually bled at all. It was all something of a blur if you were being honest. When you looked up at Sebastian once more, he had sat forward in his seat and was reaching towards you, wearing an expression that was equal parts concerned and curious. With your brain still muddled, all you could really do was stare wide-eyed at the nearing culprit of your misfortune; his Merlin-be-damned hands. Those long, flexing digits came to gently stroke the side of your cheek, turning your head to the side briefly to allow him a good look at your patched up face, and as Sebastian tskâd disapprovingly, you were fighting back a slew of unholy thoughts that had no business arising in the midst of such a tender moment.Â
The side of his mouth quirked up as he thought back to your debacle in the clock tower courtyard. âDid your inability to âthink clearlyâ have anything to do with whatever you and Imelda were talking about earlier?âÂ
Being reminded of your discussion with the Slytherin woman at such an inopportune time caused your face to flush a deep red, and you nervously clasped your boyfriendâs larger hand in your notably smaller one and drew it into your lap. You gently thumbed over the veins on the back of his hand, taking note of the constellation of freckles that ran up his wrist and forearm, and you saw Sebastian tilt his head to the side as he let you fondle the limb.Â
âMaybeâŠâ you drawled lazily. Perhaps you would chalk it up to your concussion later on, or perhaps you just wanted to get your insane obsession off your chest. Regardless of the why, you steeled your nerves and swallowed thickly before muttering, âYou have really nice hands.âÂ
Silence. Sebastian said nothingâ and that was considerably worse than him saying somethingâ anything. Your brows slammed down just as you lifted your head to gauge his reaction, only to discover a bewildered smile plastered on his smarmy face.Â
ââŠI think you hit your head harder than I thought. Should I call Nurse Blainey back over here?â
Ah. He thought you were delusional. Brilliant.Â
Letting go of him as though his skin were heated metal, you sighed and sat forward to swing your legs over the edge of the bed, shivering slightly when Sebastian placed his hand on your hip to steady you. His face conveyed genuine apprehension as he asked, âAre you sure you should be trying to move right now?âÂ
Part of you was thankful he hadnât taken your confession seriously, but another stronger part of you was annoyed that you had said anything to begin with. Here was Sebastian, acting chivalrous and doting on you in the wake of you flying face first into a crate, and all you cared to think about was having his hands on you. On your bare skin, between your legs, around your neckâŠ
Something was definitely wrong with you.Â
âIâm alrightâ stop worrying. I promise I wonât overdo it. At this point I just want to eat and go to sleep.â Thankfully he made no move to stop you when you stood yourself up on shaky legs, instead placing that damnable hand on the small of your back to help you keep your balance. You closed your eyes momentarily to will away the vile, uncouth thoughts that seemed to run rampant in your concussed skull, but if the way his fingers tensed against you was any indication, Sebastian clearly thought your brief pause was due to your injury.
âFine,â he bit out, sounding all too displeased with your stubbornness. âFood, then straight to your dorm. But if I think for even a second you canât manage, Iâm carrying you to bed myself.âÂ
It hurt to do it, but your eye roll was heavily warranted. âThanks for the vote of confidence, dad.âÂ
As the two of you walked from the Hospital Wing to the Great Hall, you realized just how serious Sebastian was about his promise to Nurse Blainey. His hands were constantly hovering at your side, ready to catch you at a moment's notice in the event you required the help, which you fortunately werenât in need of. You didnât think you could take any more coddlingâ or any more⊠hands-on-torment, so to speak.Â
Ominis joined the two of you for lunch shortly after youâd arrived, and you were unsurprised to discover that he was very much aware of your blunder in Crossed Wands earlier. He made sure you were in good spirits and feeling alright before he began nagging you in typical Ominis fashion.Â
âHonestly, a Depulso charm?â He chastised you further, resting his chin on his palm as his other hand came to tap absentmindedly against the surface of the table. âI would have expected something like Bombarda to finally end your win-streak, not a paltry Force spell.âÂ
âThatâs what happens when you get complacent,â Sebastian added helpfully, skewering yet another sausage from the platter in front of you. He had to have inhaled four of the blasted things already. Those deep brown eyes of his darkened as they shifted to the injury on your temple, and if he deposited his food on his plate a little more aggressively than normal, you certainly didnât say anything about it. âSheâs just lucky things didnât end up worse.âÂ
Ominis hummed in agreement and looked in your direction. âYes, do make sure youâre not breaking your fall with your face anymore. I would like to think the three of us will graduate in one piece together, but between the two of you and your extracurriculars, my hopes are lessening by the day.â
âHa ha, very funny,â came your monotonous reply. âThanks for the words of encouragement, guys. You really know how to make a girl feel better about getting launched into a bunch of boxes.âÂ
âWell it was quite the spectacle. Iâm sure youâll be the talk of the school for at least a few days, so get used to it.âÂ
You didnât even need to turn around to know Imelda stood directly behind you, presumably with her hands on her hips and a wicked smile stretching from ear to ear. She was exactly who you didnât want to deal with right about nowâ especially considering she was the only living soul privy to your innermost thoughts regarding Sebastianâ but she had no qualms about sidling up beside you and making herself comfortable at the table. Her face swam into your peripheral vision as she inquisitively scanned the side of your head now decked out in thick gauze and tape. âSo, whatâs the verdict? Brain hemorrhage? Cracked skull? Memory loss?âÂ
âConcussion,â Sebastian answered around a mouthful of food. He fixed you with a stern look as though to remind you, âSheâs been instructed to take it easy for a few days which means no broom trials, Reyes. Donât even think about dragging her off the castle grounds.âÂ
The Quidditch captainâs hands shot up in mock surrender, her expression the picture of innocence as she shifted back a little in her seat. âWouldnât dream of it. I take it that means youâll be out of class for the foreseeable future?âÂ
You answered swiftly this time around, lest your boyfriend deign to speak on your behalf once again. Youâd hurt your head, not your mouth. âFor today at least, yeah. I doubt Iâd be much good in Transfiguration with a splitting headache.âÂ
If you were only allowed one word to describe the look that overtook Imeldaâs face, that word would be trouble. Her tawny eyes crinkled at their corners as a mischievous glint twinkled within them, and you could practically see her gearing up to say something you knew would piss you off. She folded her hands neatly over one another atop the table and leaned sideways on her elbow to shoot you a conniving look, and you couldnât help but stiffen as a wave of apprehension crept up your spine.Â
âWell let me know if you need a hand getting notes for the day. Though Iâm sure Sallow would be more than happy to assist. Isnât that right, Sebastian?âÂ
The emphasis she placed on the word didnât escape you, and judging by the confused expressions on both Ominisâ and Sebastianâs faces, they didnât miss it either. It took unwavering focus to maintain your composure and not react, and you prayed to whatever higher power existed that your cheeks werenât as rouge as they felt. You sighed softly and glanced at the brunet through your lashes, all too aware of the puzzled look he now bore. âHow about it?â You opted to simply play along for the time being in a bid to hide the true meaning behind Imeldaâs telling comment. âCan you bring me the notes later?â
Sebastian nodded slowly, his gaze shifting between you and Imelda for a long moment before he set his fork down and ran his long, dexterous fingers through his hair. Your eyes tracked the movement against your will, which only seemed to intensify the curious glimmer in his dark eyes, and when he flashed you that sinful Sallow smirk you were all too familiar with, you swallowed nervously.Â
Surely Imelda hadnât just helped him put two and two together, right?Â
âAm I missing something here?â Ominis chimed in from across the table, a scowl tugging at the corners of his lips.Â
âNo, no,â Imelda said, the words dripping with false dismissal. The urge to throttle her was intense. âI was just implying that our dear friend here is bound to be a handful for the next few days, so sheâll need help. Let me know if I can do anything, although Iâm sure youâd much rather have Sebastian be the one toââ
She was cut off by the booming slap of your hands against the tabletop as you clambered to your feet, desperate to escape her pointed comments and Sebastianâs prying stare. âWill do!â you exclaimed with too much bite. You lowered your voice and did your best to keep your tone even, âIâm sure Iâll manage, but I canât be bothered to figure it all out right now. Iâll justâ Iâll see you guys later.âÂ
You didnât dare look back as you swung your legs over the bench and took off towards the massive double doors. At this point, you were wishing that your collision with the crates had put you in a coma. Maybe then you could have avoided Imeldaâs inevitable pestering, but even then you were positive your nuisance of a friend would have found a way to taunt you in your dreams. This was something you were going to have to acknowledge with Sebastian sooner or later, but until that day came you would do everything in your power to avoid any more awkward run-ins with Imelda. At least when Sebastian was with you, you reasoned. For now, you needed to get away from the general public and sleep on your deranged thoughts before anything else embarrassing could happen.
Apparently the universe had other plans for you, however. You recognized Sebastianâs heavy footsteps running up behind you without even checking to be certain, and even though you wanted nothing more than to fall into bed and sleep the remainder of the day away, when his large hand came to coil around your bicep to halt you in your tracks, you let him.Â
âHey, are you alright?â His eyes softened as they took in your miserable appearance, but all you could pay attention to was the feeling of his thumb caressing the back of your arm as he held you in place. âIâm sorry if I upset youâ I didnât realize Imelda was trying to poke bruises, otherwise I would have told her to leave as soon as she came over.âÂ
Shaking your head absently, you stared over Sebastianâs shoulder and directed your next words towards the wall, because that was infinitely easier than eye contact at the present moment. âIâm not upset, you donât have to apologize. Sheâs just⊠a lot to handle right now.â
âIâll say,â he concurred easily, moving his head so it was in your line of sightâ only to furrow his brow when you ducked your chin to avoid looking at him. His jaw clenched and his hand around your arm tightened, if only briefly, and then he was tugging you along after him. âCome on, Iâll walk you to your dorm.âÂ
***
He knew.Â
He had to know.Â
It was the only plausible explanation you could come up with to give reason to Sebastianâs over-exaggerated use of his hands for the last three days. At first you hadnât thought much of it; you still had a staring problem and Sebastian still had really nice hands, but the difference in the last seventy-two hours was apparent. It was as though your boyfriend was modeling his hands for you, constantly finding ways to dangle the appendages right under your nose and simultaneously letting his touch linger against your skin for far longer than normal. It was driving you insane, and you were positive he was doing it intentionally.Â
Realistically it had started the day after your botched Crossed Wands duel. You, Ominis, and Sebastian had been sitting in the Library to study and work on assignments, your motley trio focused intently on your individual work for the bulk of the afternoon. Ominis was using his dictation quill to take notes, his foggy blue eyes narrowed in concentration while he muttered softly under his breath. Sebastian skimmed his own Herbology textbook with hooded eyes, the book propped against the knee he had crossed over his other leg, and his laid back posture coupled with the way his fingers idly played with the hair around his temples was enough to leave you entranced. Once he had taken notice of your staring, however, heâd smirked to himself and made a show of licking his finger to turn the page over, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time.Â
You didnât need a mirror to know youâd flushed beet red at the suggestive act.Â
The day after that, the two of you had been in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Sebastian had been asked to demonstrate the proper wand movement for Confringo by Professor Hecat, and shortly thereafter she had asked another student, Hector Jenkins, to take point across from your boyfriend for a friendly duel. Naturally you were prohibited from participating without Nurse Blaineyâs go-ahead, so youâd stood at the back of the crowd and looked on ahead with rapt interest, eager to watch Sebastian make short work of his opponent, because of course he would. Chocolate brown eyes had met yours from across the room, and the movement that followed was subtle but obviousâ at least, to you it was.Â
As Professor Hecat droned on and reminded her students of the rules that went hand-in-hand with dueling in class, Sebastian fondled his wand. Quite literally. His nimble fingers had run along the wood, stroking the handle with such a light touch that his pinky had remained elevated the entire time. His thumb and index finger came to pinch at the tip softly before skimming down towards the checkered handle, and he made a dramatic show of wrapping each one of his fingers around the base before deftly angling the thin wood at you.Â
Your breath had caught in your throat at the brazen motion, and Sebastian shamelessly winked at you before settling into the usual, confident persona he embodied while fighting.Â
To say youâd become a ball of nerves afterwards would be a monumental understatement. You wound up leaning back against the wall with your ankles crossed to ease the rampant ache that had settled between your legs, doing your best to not look like you were going into an animalistic heat, which was easier said than done.Â
Later on during dinner in the Great Hall, you found yourself seated next to Sebastian and across from Ominis, as per usual. The evening had started out much the same as always; with the three of you discussing the events of the day and planning for the upcoming weekend. The only difference was your boyfriend had seemingly taken it upon himself to distract you from the conversation entirely, covertly placing his hand on your thigh beneath the table to run the damn thing up and down your leg. Every time he reached your knee, he would steadily drag his palm higher up, teasing you with an occasional squeeze the closer he got to your center. Since you didnât want to clue Ominis in on his best friendâs antics you were forced to keep your lips firmly sealedâ left with no choice but to silently endure your boyfriendâs unique form of torture.Â
As Ominis idly discussed wanting to escape to The Three Broomsticks on Saturday, Sebastianâs grip on your leg tightened while he sat forward to spoon a serving of the nightâs dessert onto his plate; a colorful fruit tart with a healthy dollop of whipped cream slapped on top. You swallowed thickly as he delicately skewered a strawberry with his fork and brought it to his lips, pausing to reply to Ominis before popping it in his mouth.Â
âIâm game, better to go now before Quidditch practice starts again. Merlin only knows how many trials Imelda intends on cramming into my weekends before long.âÂ
Ominis snorted and set his cutlery down on his plate, âYou say that as though sheâs doing it to spite you and you alone. In case youâve forgotten, thereâs six other people to account for on the team, and not all of them were blessed with the free time to practice over summer like you.âÂ
Sebastian side-eyed you briefly, and the corner of his mouth quirked up into a condescending grin. âThat has a whole lot of nothing to do with me and everything to do with them being lazy. But my point still standsâ that woman lives to invade my free time, so butterbeers this weekend sounds like a solid plan. What do you say, darling?âÂ
The brunet chose that exact moment to sensually take the strawberry between his teeth and pull it free from the fork prongs, smiling wickedly at you all the while. A tiny bit of the whipped cream had stayed behind on his bottom lip, but before you could point it out to him or wipe it away yourself, Sebastian did exactly that, drawing his finger into his mouth to suck deviously at the remnants. Your eyes were wider than saucers as you watched his tongue lave over the pad of his thumb and forefinger, and the telling squeeze he bestowed upon your thigh immediately afterwards all but confirmed your fears.Â
He absolutely fucking knew.Â
***
âI think thereâs something on your mind,â Sebastian said from beside you. âSomething thatâs been on your mind for a while now. Care to share?âÂ
The two of you were on your way to the Room of Requirement, having just left the Hospital Wing after Nurse Blainey had summoned you there to evaluate your recovery progress following your mentally arduous week. Sheâd been all too pleased when Sebastian told her you had adhered to her guidelines to the letterâ minimizing your physical activity and resting at every opportune moment, much to your boyfriendâs credit. After a few diagnostic scans, mobility trials, and a never ending list of questions designed to test your memory, she had deemed you fit to return to your usual activitiesâ though not before making you swear to stay out of her sight for the rest of the year.Â
Affectionately, of course.Â
Sebastianâs comment reeled you back to the present moment, however, and you shot him a stern look out of the corner of your eye as you ascended the spiral staircase within the Astronomy Tower. âUnless youâre referring to how stunned Iâve been thanks to your obscene behavior this week, I donât know what youâre talking about.â
He skipped ahead of you until he reached the top landing, spinning on his heel to face you as you breezed past him without so much as a second glance. âOh, but I think you do. Surely you know why Iâve been behaving so âobscenelyâ. Youâre the one who gave me the idea after all.âÂ
Keeping your expression schooled was difficult, but you managed. As the wall concealing the door to the Room of Requirement began to shift and change, you were all too aware of Sebastian sidling up next to you so he could run the tips of his fingers up your arm and over your shoulder, sending shiver-inducing chills down your spine. The gesture was intimate and suggestive, and you sighed softly as you stepped out of his reach to make for the fully formed entryway in front of youâ not particularly keen on putting on a show for any students that potentially milled about the tower.Â
You made it three steps inside the room before Sebastian grabbed you by your shoulder and spun you sideways, swiftly and effortlessly guiding you backwards until your back collided with the wall, and the startled gasp that ripped from your chest seemed to ignite a spark of interest in your boyfriendâs eyes. The hand he had on you traveled up along the smooth skin of your neck until he had a loose grip on your chin, and the sinful way his thumb trailed over your bottom lip spoke volumes about his intentions.Â
âDo I need to coax the truth out of you, or can you be a good girl and say what it is you want?â His other hand slipped beneath the fabric of your blouse, his touch blazing and leaving you hot with want the higher up your torso it traveled. The tantalizing feeling of his blunt nails scraping along the plane of your stomach had your muscles clenching and your breath hitching, and Sebastian dipped his head lower so he was directly in your line of sight. You knew he saw your rampant need for him reflected in your eyes when his pupils dilated, and he moved his thumb away from your lip to caress your cheekbone as you stared wide-eyed up at him. He cocked his head to the side as he goaded you further, âCome on, darling. Youâve never had a problem with saying whatâs on your mind before, why switch up on me now?âÂ
âBecause itââ you started to say, cutting off mid-explanation when Sebastian curled his long fingers around your waist to press against your ribs in a way that nullified all coherent thought. His domineering presence over you left you nearly breathless.Â
He smirked, all too aware of the effect he currently had on you. âIt what?âÂ
Merlin, he was doing you in with barely any effort. Reducing you to nothing at the hands of his⊠well, hands. You were pathetic. He waited for your response though, his fingers dancing up your side promisingly while you worked to formulate a sentence. âI-Itâs ridiculous,â you stammered out. âItâs embarrassingâŠâ
The hand heâd tenderly ghosted across your cheek slipped behind your head, and his fingers tangled in your hair at the back of your skull to tug gently. The motion forced you to crane your chin up to follow Sebastianâs unwavering gaze, and his lips were close enough to yours that you felt his airy chuckle fan across your nose. âI already know what it is and I can tell you this much; you and I have very different definitions of what qualifies as âembarrassingâ, darling.â His head dipped into the crook of your neck so he could better bestow wet, open mouthed kisses against your thundering pulse, and your stomach flipped at the sordid sounds he made as he went. âCome on, say it,â he implored you, his voice like velvet. âItâs only us hereâ tell me what you want.âÂ
âIâŠâ you began, shuddering immediately after when Sebastian nipped at the spit-slick skin of your throat. Finding the words was only going to get increasingly difficult from here on out, you wagered. âI want your hands on me. I havenât been able to get the thought out of my mind since school started.â
As though to punctuate his retort, Sebastianâs hold on your hair and your waist intensified, and a barely there squeak weaseled its way past your lips as he pulled away from your throat to fix you with a heated look. âMy hands are already on you, sweetheart. Tell me why, use your big girl voice.â
Bastard. Your eyes sharpened in response to his quip, and your palms came to rest flat against the larger manâs chest before you dug your nails into the fabric of his shirt. âBecause you really do have very nice hands. Because the mere idea of having them on me does things to me that I canât begin to describe. And because Iâm asking you nicely,â you purred the last bit to the best of your ability, relishing in the insatiable, hungry look that crossed Sebastianâs face at your tone. âTouch me, Sebastian. I want youâ all of you. Please?â
As soon as Sebastianâs lips captured yours, your inhibitions ceased to exist. All you could taste, smell, feel, and hear was him, and judging by the demanding way he pulled you flush against him by your waist, that was exactly what he was going for. You keened needily as his nails dug into your sensitive skin and the fingers buried in your hair wound tight around the strands, and your boyfriend eagerly bit at your lips before backing away just enough to stare at you through his hooded, lust-dark eyes.Â
âKeep talking to me like that and Iâll do anything you want,â he groaned, utterly captivated by the sight of you so wound up. You caved to his ministrations completely then, your stomach flipping over on itself when his chest pressed against yours and sealed you more firmly to the wall. His groin followed soon afterâ the long, hard length of him tangible through his trousers as he leaned into your spread legs furtherâ and your own hands finally came to grasp at his shoulders when he rolled his hips against yours fervently.Â
âTouch me,â you implored him, the request practically a whisper as it fell from your lips. âYour handsâ please, Sebastian.âÂ
A pleased sound snaked its way through Sebastianâs clenched teeth as he obliged you instantly, releasing your waist and hair to run his hands down your torso before delving beneath your shirt. The rough, chill-inducing feeling of his calloused palms trailing against the bare skin of your stomach had you moaning in earnest, and your head tipped back against the wall with a thunk as he cupped your breasts in those heavenly hands youâd grown to adore so much. Sebastian took full advantage of your submissive position and buried his head in the exposed crook of your neck, his warm breath fanning across your skin as he murmured, âYou sound incredible when you beg, darling. So fucking perfectâ gods.âÂ
No words came to you to formulate a reply, especially when your boyfriendâs tongue darted out of his mouth to lave down the slender column of your throat, the biting sting of his teeth on your shoulder following soon after. Your next breath caught in your chest when Sebastian ground his stiffening cock against you once more, and his airy chuckle against you was seductive and ripe with promise. Those nimble fingers of his clawed gently over the rounded tops of your breasts before pinching your hardened nipples, and that was what finally pulled coherent English from your lips.Â
âFuck,â you groaned, unaware of just how much the brunet adored the needy timbre to your voice.Â
Sebastianâs hands left your body for the briefest of moments to push himself off the wall, then took you by the hand to guide you towards the small bedroom tucked away in the back of the Room of Requirement. Between the two of you, your combined excitement was palpableâ thick enough to cut with a knifeâ and as soon as you made it through the threshold of the door, he was back on you in a heartbeat. It was all a flurry of lips, teeth, and tongue as he steered you backwards towards the spacious bed, those magnificent hands of his holding your hips steady with firm reassurance.Â
Once the backs of your calves connected with the mattress, Sebastian pulled away from your mouth with a wicked smirk, giving you a playful shove that sent you sprawling back on the bed with a startled yelp. It hardly mattered, though. Not when the man before you began undoing the buttons on his own shirt, exposing the tanned, freckled expanse of his toned chest. Not when he shrugged the attire off his sculpted shoulders and lowered himself to his knees so he could peer at you over your bent knees. Nothing else mattered aside from him.
âYou know,â he started to say as his hands reappeared on your hips, tugging at the waistline of your trousers so they started to slide over your hip bones. âYouâve inadvertently given me lots of new ideas.âÂ
A shiver coursed its way down your spine at the suggestive tone he spoke the words with, amplified tenfold by the unrepentant fantasies that flickered through your mind. âOh really?âÂ
âReally,â he agreed simply. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards and he gestured wordlessly for you to lift your hips so he could slide your pants down your outstretched legs. You obeyed, if only to get a move on with things so you could see the new âideasâ Sebastian had apparently come up with. Dark, eager eyes met yours as he dropped your clothing to the floor, and then Sebastian asked, âDo you trust me?âÂ
Without missing a beat, you murmured, âAlways.âÂ
Not another word was uttered, and you watched through hooded eyes as Sebastian prowled up the edge of the mattress to crawl over your prone form. Amusement seemingly glimmered in his lust-laden gaze as he set to expertly unbuttoning your shirt with his adroit digits, revealing inch after inch of your flushed torso, and goosebumps broke out over your stomach in the wake of Sebastianâs knuckles brushing against your heated flesh.Â
He didnât bother removing your blouse fully, opting to instead flick the sides of the undone top outward to let them hang disheveled against your sides. The shallow, anticipatory breaths you let loose was the only sound you made as the freckled man above you gathered your wrists in one of his larger hands to pin them above your head, and the entire time he worked to restrain your arms, his eye contact with you remained unwavering. Warriness and excitement alike pooled in the lower pit of your gut, mixing with the telltale ache between your legs that fueled the heat that slithered through your veins.Â
Sebastianâs free hand came to touch you then, starting at the swell of your breasts before he gently thumbed over the peak of one of your nipples. The sensation had you sucking in a breath loud enough to make your boyfriend pauseâ only for him to repeat the motion a second time. âYouâre rather pent up, arenât you?âÂ
Despite yourself, you narrowed your eyes in response to his taunting and rolled your head to the side in an attempt to hide the blush you knew spread across your cheeks. âShut upâŠâ
The hand on your breast flew to your face, gripping your chin and turning your head back so you were forced to meet his penetrating stare. âCome on, be honest,â he goaded you further. âYou missed me. Say it.âÂ
âOf course I missed you,â you relented quickly. âI didnât see you for two months.â
That damnable smirk of his made its grand reappearance, and you hated how much you loved the sight of it. âYou managed well enough last summer. Or were you lying through your teeth about handling the distance âeasilyâ on your travels?âÂ
Your fingers twitched in his unrelenting hold, the urge to crane your neck away again taking over, but you were forced to keep your eyes trained on his. âI wasnât lying then, but I still missed you.â
The way his head tilted to the side curiously reminded you of an animal attempting to get a better look at their prey. âSo why the sudden change?â
Chewing your lip thoughtfully for a moment, you decided to voice your inner thoughts regardless of how bashful the idea made you feel. âBecause you changed. Youâre⊠bigger.â
Your drab attempt at an explanation didnât escape Sebastian, but that amusement still glinted in his eyes as he released your chin and trailed his hand down your torso towards your aching center. âBigger, huh? Care to elaborate?âÂ
Skillful fingers slipped under the cotton of your undergarments, already damp with arousal, and you mewled softly when one of his digits slid through your wet folds before pressing down on your clit with delectable pressure. It nearly derailed your train of thought entirely, but Sebastian helpfully pulled away and snickered when your disappointed sigh slipped through your clenched teeth. âDammitââ
âYou talk,â he fucking purred down at you, looking far too smug for your liking, âand I work. Sound like a fair trade?âÂ
His offer was emphasized by one of his fingers probing at your slick entrance, further enticing you to oblige his request. When you angled your hips to meet the feeling, he pulled back swiftly, quirking a brow at you with a knowing look.Â
Bastard, you thought.Â
Fine.Â
âY-Youâre bigger,â you started to say. âMore muscular than before, and I think you grew a couple inches.âÂ
Sebastianâs hand resumed its teasing exploration of your center once more, gingerly inserting his middle finger inside of you as his thumb took to rubbing titillating circles against your clit. The flutter of your eyelids brought a coy smile to the brunetâs face, and his hold on your wrists tightened a fraction as he increased the intensity of his movements. He mockingly said, âYou like having a big, strong boyfriend or something? The scandal.âÂ
You barely registered the gibeâ not with his thumb slowly working over your clit in time with his finger. It damn near voided all of your brainâs function. All you cared to focus on was the bliss that came with finally having his hands on you. âYes,â you groaned with blatant need. âI love itâ I love it so muchâ youâre perfect, Sebastian.âÂ
Spurred on by your praise, Sebastian leaned down to mouth wetly at your throat, biting and sucking at whatever smooth skin he found as he pumped his finger in and out of your wet heat steadily. Your head rolled to the side to allow him easier access as he presumably worked a bruise into your flesh, and you relished in the knowledge that he was rebranding you as his after the summer months spent apart. A guttural moan spilled from your mouth as he laved his tongue over the mark and covertly slipped a second finger inside your cunt, crooking the digits up to reach a depth you could never hope to when you were pleasuring yourself.Â
He took it slow, half for your sake and half for his own, but as Sebastian scissored his fingers and upped his tempo, he could see how you fell apart for him. You struggled to breathe, your every exhale colored with a panted, needy little sound while your thighs twitched and tensed on either side of his arm. When he shifted his fingers up just slightly, your entire body shuddered as your back arched off the bed and you choked on a breathy whine. You were so sensitive, so incredibly vocal, and it was driving him crazy.Â
Sebastianâs size allowed him to stretch over the majority of your upper body easily, his hold on your arms still firm as he dipped his head lower to lick his way down to your breasts. Ever so gently, he took one of your nipples between his teeth and clamped down with a cautious amount of pressure, increasing the pace of his fingers when he heard your breath hitch in your throat. You could feel his lips stretch into a smile against your chest as your heart rate sped up and your hips involuntarily bucked up into his hand in search of more frictionâ more of him.Â
âMerlinââ you writhed atop the sheets as that familiar ache took root in your gut, your finish approaching dangerously fast as Sebastian pressed the palm of his hand against your clit and somehow managed to pump his digits deeper inside of you. âFuck, fuck!âÂ
He pulled away from your torso to watch you with rapt interest, a flicker of something primal flashing in his brown eyes as he observed your features pinching together with obvious focus as you chased the euphoria he bestowed upon you. âYouâre close, arenât you? I can feel it⊠I never thought just my hands could do it for you like this, sweetheart. Consider me pleasantly surprised.âÂ
His words meant nothing to youâ not right now. Your climax was so close, so painfully close that all you cared to focus on was the steady rhythm of Sebastianâs fingers and his strength holding your wrists down to the bed. Brainlessly, you rolled your head to the side as Sebastian worked you towards the edge, only to blink blearily up at him when he released your wrists to grab the underside of your jaw and force your eyes back on him.Â
âLook at me while you come on my fingers. I want to see every second of it.âÂ
Who were you to say no?Â
Your release was akin to a tidal waveâ crashing over you violently and stealing your breath as you tried your hardest to keep your eyes open and glued to Sebastian. Mouth falling open around an airy moan, your boyfriend continued to finger-fuck you through your orgasm as he captured your lips in a desperate, lethal kiss. âThatâs it,â he groaned into your parted lips. âGood girl.âÂ
The brunet had the good grace to slide his fingers out slowly while he pulled away, laughing softly at the slight jolt your body gave when his palm grazed over your bundle of nerves once more. Dazed and twitching beneath him, you didnât notice heâd brought his hand to his mouth until it was inches from your face, and the stars clouding your vision cleared just in time to watch him take the two fingers that had previously been inside of you between his lips.Â
âIâ what are you doing?â Your incredulous tone didnât deter Sebastian in the slightest, and he smirked around his fingers before pulling them out of his mouth with an audible wet sound.Â
âTasting you,â he said casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Then with a wink he added, âYouâre very sweet.â Nearly all the blood in your body rushed to your cheeks in that instant, warming your face as your mouth fell open in silent shock. It was balmyâ completely and utterly bewildering. Yet you couldnât help but find the brazen move equally⊠arousing.Â
Youâd officially lost your mind.Â
In a flash, he lowered his hand closer to your own open mouth, shoving the fingers past your lips and grinning when you squealed with indignant surprise. There was nowhere for you to goâ nowhere for you to turn your head to escape the taste of yourself on his digitsâ and so you were left with no choice but to allow Sebastian to run his fingers along your tongue. The added knowledge that you found his hands so alluring only made the whole spectacle more intimate, and before you could stop yourself, you found yourself sucking shamelessly at his skin, working your tongue over his knuckles as you stared up at him with unrestrained desire.Â
âGods,â he muttered, swallowing thickly before pulling his fingers free from your mouth. His voice was shaky, and you dimly registered that your eager submission had gotten to him.Â
You licked the remnants of yourself from your lips as Sebastian shuffled back to the edge of the bed, standing straight to hastily undo his trousers and shove the material down his long, toned legs. Numbly, you followed suit, sitting up shakily to shrug off your now wrinkled blouse and toss it aside to join the growing pile of clothing at your boyfriendâs feet.Â
Nude as the day he was born, Sebastian confidently stared down at you and took in the full picture of you before him with an animalistic hunger shining in his eyes. His chestnut hair was unruly and curled wildly in every direction, the breaths he hurriedly sucked down causing his shapely chest to rise and fall in a way that dragged your attention to his strong, capable body. You drank in the sight of his tan, freckled skin, your wide eyes roving lower and lower until they landed on his hard cock arching proudly against his taut stomach.Â
Maybe you were imagining things, but you could have sworn that was bigger too.Â
When your eyes jumped back to Sebastianâs, you were positive he knew exactly what youâd been thinking, if his wolfish grin was anything to go by. âSee something you like?âÂ
âPlease fuck me,â you groaned, too turned on by the sight of him alone to be embarassed about how desperate you sounded.Â
Sebastian effortlessly crawled back onto the bed and settled over you, pulling you into another intoxicating kiss as he slipped between your spread thighs and rolled his hips, grinding his achingly hard cock against your slit with a dizzying sort of precision. You couldnât help but moan into the kiss, your eyes squeezing closed before you tilted your head back and arched up against him. âF-Fuck, youâre so hard,â you gasped, loosely hooking your legs around Sebastianâs hips.Â
Groaning his agreement, Sebastian nipped at the side of your jaw and murmured, âYou have no idea⊠want you bad.â He nuzzled your ear for a moment, humming at the way you shivered under him, then mouthed his way down your throat with hot, wet kisses that pulled a slew of tiny noises out of you as he rocked his hips again.Â
Before you could wrap your arms around his shoulders like youâd planned, Sebastian was sitting back on his heels to manhandle you exactly where he wanted you. Those big hands of his grabbed you by your waist, hauling you down the bed like you weighed nothing so your rear was balanced over the tops of his knees and he was perfectly aligned with your slick entrance. The way he easily moved you around spoke volumes of the physical labor heâd done over the summer, slaving away the muggle way to restore his Uncleâs former home for the two of you to use after graduation. Every stone moved, every log chopped, and every wheelbarrow trundled was cataloged within the corded muscles that lined his body.Â
If you werenât already head over heels for the man, you were certain you would be deemed grossly smitten.
Sebastianâs hands slid from your waist to your thighs to better hold you in place as he bumped the tip of his cock against you, and your breath stuttered in your chest at the first steady roll of his hips, the head sliding home easily into your slick, tight, and warm heat. Your name fell from your loverâs lips in the form of a ragged moan, fingers digging into your legs as he rocked his hips slowly, feeling for any tension or resistance. Everything heâd done to soothe you, however, had paid off, and he found that once he pressed in more firmly, you took him perfectly, letting him slide deeper with every short thrust.Â
He really had gotten bigger.
âI could tell you thought so,â Sebastian said around a laugh. Had you said that out loud? âYour eyes just about bugged out of your head when you looked earlier.âÂ
Embarrassed for the nth time in the last week, you looked away from him and quietly grumbled under your breath, âWhatever⊠donât let it get to your head. Your ego is big enough as it is.âÂ
âItâs not the only thing thatâs big apparently,â he countered easily. As though to punctuate the statement, Sebastian pulled his hips back once more before spearing into you with brutal efficiency, and the gasp that ripped from your throat then was followed by a breathless sound that bordered on a wail.Â
It was so thickâ Sebastianâs cockâ and it filled you up and spread you open so incredibly, but it was the angle that was really rendering you incapable of thought. With your hips elevated, the blunt head brushed past your sweet spot with every dragging thrust, re-lighting that fire in your blood that threatened to set you ablaze. You wanted more, but you were almost afraid of how good it would feel, how high it would take you. Sebastian was all around you, with his hands gripping your thighs, deep inside you, stirring you up and coaxing brainless whimpers out of you, not bothering to hold back for your sakeâ and thank the gods for that.Â
A meek keening sound arose from your throat as you gasped Sebastianâs name, and the brunet responded with a rough growl, stroking your thighs tenderly before abandoning one of them to place his hand on the lower part of your stomach. He pressed down with his fingers splayed against your skin, thrusting into you deeper so you could really feel every long, delectable inch of him within you, and the added pressure made your head spin and your walls clamp down on him.Â
âOh, fuckââ you moaned wantonly, arching your spine as much as you were able in a bid to feel as much as possible. Sebastian responded by moving his grip on your thigh to your waist, fucking into you harder until all you were capable of doing was whining for more with your eyes unfocused. Rational thought was goneâ you were losing your mind with the way Sebastian was pounding into you now, that fire spreading through youâ but you had quickly stopped being afraid of the feeling. The hotter you got, the more Sebastianâs perfect aim drove you higher until you were arching and pleading, noisy and half-coherent as overwhelmed tears filled your eyes.Â
When you finally caught hold of words beyond brainless, wavering cries, you threw your head back with a gasping whine to loudly beg, âSebastian, please, pleaseââÂ
âF-Fuck,â he stuttered out, moaning desperately into the empty air before he rasped, âYou like it that much, darling? Want more?âÂ
âYes!â You clawed mindlessly at the hand he had clamped against your waist, urging him to use the damn thing in the way you had dreamt of every night since returning to school. Ever the fast learner, Sebastian obliged you mercifully and let go of your waist, leaving you to hook your legs around his hips as he brought his hands to your throat to pull you onto his cock harder and faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room and muddling your brain further.Â
âYou look so perfect with my hands around your neck, darling.â Sebastian growled out in-between bestial grunts. âSo pretty, so eager. Is it good?âÂ
He wasnât choking the life out of you by any means, but the pressure he applied on either side of your neck added a sort of high that left your tongue useless in your mouth. You could hardly formulate words, much less a full sentence, but you still managed to stammer out a raspy, âY-Yes, fuckââ
You were fairly certain you were drooling all over yourself, but you couldnât find the willpower to care. There were too many sensations to keep track of, and through the haze of it all, your climax came into sight. Your hand came to grasp at one of the ones Sebastian had secured around your throat while the other fisted in the sheets, squeezing as hard as you could as you rutted back against his hips the best you could. It wasnât doing much as far as you were concerned, but Sebastian evidently appreciated your attempt as he groaned roughly, letting his head hang between his shoulders as he began pumping his hips faster.Â
âShitâ Iâm close, Iâm so closeââ
Beyond your moans of encouragement, there wasnât much else you could say. Sebastian took your motivating sounds in stride though, keeping one hand clamped around your neck securely as the other flew down to your clit, instantaneously rubbing urgent little circles around the nub in a bid to take you with him over the edge. Your voice was already raspy but so much louder and needier than Sebastianâs short moans of your name, and his half-baked praises and pleas intermingled with the distant banging of the headboard against the stone wall. Even through all thatâ through the spiking volume of your pleasure and the blinding need devouring you bothâ all Sebastian saw was you, and all you saw was ecstasy.Â
When you finally came you wailed, long and loud as your hands clung to the sheets beneath you and Sebastianâs thick wrist alike, the latter of which knew better than to stop now. Your muscles tensed dangerously tight, your toes curling hard and your nails scraping fresh tracks down Sebastianâs forearm hard enough to leave welts, and your boyfriend was already holding on by a thread by the time your cunt clamped down tight around him. It was almost too hard to move, but there was just enough give that your climax peaked impossibly further and Sebastian fell right after you, crying your name over and over with the rough, faltering tempo of his hips.Â
The two of you were hardly aware of anything as you both slowed down and came off of that high, but you eventually blinked the fog from your mind and came to realize Sebastian had long since abandoned his hold on your throat in favor of laying across your prone form, lightly peppering kisses against your collarbone as he sucked down breaths to catch his breath. The stinging twitch of uncoiling muscles and the swelling bites and scratches only served to bring you both back to reality in slow, leisurely time with one another, and at the end of it all it was Sebastian who found his voice first, murmuring yet another snide comment into the crook of your shoulder.Â
âShould I start wearing gloves now?âÂ
Still breathless and spent from the last hourâ hell, the entirety of the last weekâ your delirious laughter was uncontrollable as you realized and quickly accepted that the truth was now out there, and your boyfriend was more than ready to take full advantage of that. âI donât think gloves will help, honestly.âÂ
The remainder of the school year would end up being a testament to just how true that claim actually was, you guessed. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, would most certainly enjoy every second of it.Â
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girlhood is staying up late to read the top posts in an x reader tag
#harry potter#harry potter imagine#james potter x reader#remus lupin x reader#sirius black x reader#regulus black x reader#theodore nott x reader#mattheo riddle x reader#sebastian sallow x reader#joel miller x reader#matt murdock x reader#peter parker imagine#peter parker x reader#carmen berzatto x reader#spencer reid x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#mike schimdt x reader#tangerine x reader#ethan landry x reader#x reader#reader insert
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when im being asked a question, but i was busy daydreaming about __ x y/n
#actually mentally ill#relatable#explorepage#x reader#x y/n#fictional men have me in a chokehold#stranger things x reader#marauders x reader#slytherin boys x reader#anakin skywalker x reader#cillian murphy x reader#klaus mikaelson x reader#tom riddle x reader#draco malfoy x reader#leon kennedy x reader#bucky barnes x reader#tony dinozzo x reader#damon salvatore x reader#billy hargrove x reader#mattheo riddle x reader#lucius malfoy x reader#regulus black x reader#johnathan crane x reader#joe goldberg x reader#loki laufesyon x reader#sebastian sallow x reader#ominis gaunt x reader#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson x reader#gojo satoru x reader
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HOGWARTS LEGACY
TWT PORN LINKS
~~ TW: This contains real pornography. These links will take you to real videos posted by real people. My intention is never to make anyone uncomfortable so if this is something you are not comfortable with I urge you to please click away. ~~
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
#TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CONTAINS ACTUAL PORNOGRAPHY#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy smut#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow x mc#sebastian sallow x reader#sebastian sallow smut#ominis gaunt#hogwarts legacy sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow headcanon#slytherin#sebastian sallow hogwarts legacy#ominis gaunt smut#ominis gaunt hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy ominis#ominis x reader#ominis gaunt x mc#ominis gaunt x reader#garreth weasley imagine#garreth weasley smut#garreth weasley x reader#garreth x reader#garreth weasley#hogwarts smut#gryffindor#hogwarts legacy sebastian#garreth weasley x mc#garreth weasley headcanons#garreth weasley hogwarts legacy#ominis gaunt headcanon
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#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#ominis gaunt#garreth weasley#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry#meme
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