#sebastian x mc x ominis

[fortheloveof--sebastian]

Recompense

Part One

Summary: After marrying, you think you’ve put your past behind you. But when none other than Sebastian Sallow appears, you’re thrust right back into the dangers of ancient magic and an increasingly complicated entanglement with both Sebastian and Ominis.

Pairings: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC x Ominis

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: MDNI, it will get dark and angsty and smutty

A/N: I dedicate this first chapter to @rambling-tam for listening to me talk about Sebastian and inspiring me to write the first few chapters of this fic. I really wanted to delve more into what Sebastian’s trial and his adult relationships with Ominis and MC might look like. It’s dual timelines, so stay with me

June 1903, England

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?”

One hand on the doorknob, Ominis Gaunt hovers in the threshold of your home. Outside, it’s raining gently. It’s adorable, the way his aristocratic features furrow with concern. A surge of affection crashes over you at the sight, leading you to cross the kitchen to his side and squeeze his arm.

“It’s only a week,” you assure him, grateful that he can’t read the sadness in your face, “I think I can manage until then.”

“It wasn’t my plan to leave so soon after —”

“I know,” you interrupt, saving him the trouble. You rock up on your toes and kiss his cheek. He smells wonderful, like aftershave and pine and the tobacco from his pipe.

Your heart pangs at the thought of him leaving, but you know that you must disguise your disappointment. Ominis had been called away for work regarding an urgent matter, an important one, one that — you remind yourself — he needs to tend. If you show the slightest hint of hesitance, he’ll stay, and you can’t be the reason to keep him from his responsibilities.

Ominis covers your hand with his own. “Need I remind you to make your safety a priority?”

“I shall do my best,” you vow.

“I do not want to explain to the authorities that my wife has perished under mysterious circumstances. They always suspect the husband, you know.”

You grin despite yourself. “I’m aware.”

“Very well then.” A beat passes. When Ominis does speak again, his voice has abandoned its jesting tone, wrought with emotion. “I’ll miss you. Terribly. To think, I had you all to myself for a whole month and now…”

He trails off, throat bobbing. It’s nearly enough for you to snatch him back inside, try and conceal the unburdened bliss from your honeymoon. But, you suppress this urge, difficult as it may be.

You hug him again, fiercely, then step back to fix his suit.

Not unsurprisingly, Ominis looks incredibly debonair, even in his traveling attire, an echo of a past life. Secretly, you fear that he struggles with shedding his wealth and his proper upbringing, that he will no longer find your modest house charming and that he will regret giving it up to be with you. But, then again, when he looks at you like this — heartbreakingly vulnerable, reminiscent of the young boy who suffered at the hands of that family — you feel silly for ever doubting him.

“I love you,” Ominis says finally. He steps onto the covered porch, crushing his hat down over his crown of golden hair.

“I love you.” Even though he can’t see it, you make a shooing motion with your arms. “I shall stay alive to save you from any unsavory accusations by the police. Now go, lest you miss your train!”

There’s a Ministry issued carriage at the edge of your drive waiting for him. You stand on the porch where he had just been moments ago and watch his retreating form. He runs to avoid the brunt of the rain, then folds himself into the carriage. Ominis’ face appears in the window shortly after, and you wave at him until he disappears out of sight down the road.

Then the bravery you’ve upheld for him slips as you turn back to your now empty house.

It’s not that you’re afraid to be alone. Merlin knows that you’ve proved your capabilities over and over again. And there’s little to worry about with all of the protective wards you’ve placed.

Rather, you’re worried about what will happen when you wake from your nightmares, crying and thrashing, and Ominis isn’t there to soothe you. Nothing can subside your fears like his arms around you, lips pressed to your temple and telling you that he’s there with you.

Blinking away tears, you wrap your shawl tighter around your shoulders and set to distracting yourself.

The first day is quite easy. It’s the weekend, so you’re not required to work, and since it’s raining you’ve elected to stay inside and read, curled up in Ominis’ favorite chair. By the time the owl arrives, delivering a message from your husband that he’s arrived safely, you can’t believe that night has already fallen.

In his letter, Ominis laments about the chatty neighbor on his train ride and that he misses your company. You read over it twice, desperate for any part of him, as you dress into your nightgown and let your hair down for bed.

Once you’ve all but memorized his perfect script, you sit down at your vanity and pen back a response. The owl hops closer to you expectantly. It’s not one that you recognize, probably Ministry issued like the carriage, but you give it a quick scratch under the chin before tying the message around its ankle.

A cold wind whips around you as you stand at your bedroom window and admire the moonlight on the tawny owl’s wings as it soars over the darkened countryside.

You almost don’t notice the strange prickling sensation that breaks out over your skin, not belonging to the chill of nighttime. When you bring your awareness to it, you realize that it feels as if something, or someone, is staring at you.

“Lumos,” you mutter, finding your wand.

The spell illuminates the immediate area beneath your window and the small garden that Ominis keeps, revealing nothing but a startled rabbit that bolts back into the line of trees surrounding your property. You peer into the shadows. Would you be able to tell if someone was out there, watching you at this very moment?

The thought of unknown eyes sends a shudder down your spine, and prompts you to throw one arm protectively over your breasts while throwing the window, and curtains, closed with the other.

No one was watching you. You were just being paranoid.

Right?

It had been over a decade since you’ve had to seriously fear for your life, hunted by malicious wizards and goblins. But as you settle into bed, pulling the covers up with shaking hands, you can’t help but remember the one person who still had unfinished business with you — except he was squared away in a fortified prison.

His name enters your mind unbidden, a shadow slipping beneath the crack of a closed door.

Sebastian.

It strikes you like an arrow.

All those years ago, when you were just a child, you had testified against Sebastian in the trial for his uncle’s murder. Ominis had been the one to turn him in, convincing you afterwards to testify. Ominis swore it was the right decision. Sebastian had let his obsession with curing Anne, with the Dark Arts, consume him and it was better to send him away before it turned him into something he was not.

Sleep evades you. You stare up at the ceiling and listen to the chorus of insects outside, relishing the break in the rain.

The benefit of hindsight, of age, made you wonder if perhaps Ominis had just been trying to hide away his problems the way his family taught him. Out of sight, out of mind. Which wasn’t to say that Ominis decided what he did out of hate — he loved Sebastian, perhaps at a similar depth that you did.

The three of you were, after all, irrevocably entangled, body and soul, until you could scarcely tell where you started and they ended.

And yet…you still sent Sebastian to that place.

Even if you didn’t turn him in, it was partially your testimony that put the final nail in the coffin.

When sleep finally does claim you, there’s a trail of fresh tears on your cheeks.

June 1981, Hogwarts

“They’re looking for you. They think you’re still on the grounds,” you say in way of greeting. You wiggle out of your cloak, magicking it away before turning to face the Room of Requirements.

The empty room.

Panic strikes like a hot iron pressed against your skin. You venture forward. “Hello?”

“Master Sallow is in the vivarium,” Deek answers, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. He regards you nervously. The house elf does not approve of you harboring, well, a fugitive, but he’s fallen victim to Sebastian’s charm and won’t say anything outright about it.

You wish that others felt similarly about him.

Thanking Deek, you make your way to the vivarium and blink against the gloom, waiting for your eyes to adjust. It takes several sweeps of the marsh to find him. Sebastian is perched atop one side of the thestral pen, sitting perfectly still and watching the horse-like creatures graze. When he spots you, there’s a faint ripple of happiness on his otherwise stoic face.

“I was looking for you,” you tell him.

In the slants of watery sunlight through the willow trees, you catch a fleeting glimpse of the mischievous boy you knew from before. “You found me.”

Not wanting to disrupt this moment, you decide to wait to tell him news of the investigation, instead slinging your leg over the fence and sitting beside him. It’s maddening, being so close to him, pinkies touching, this boy that’s completely enchanted you.

“They’re peacefully, aren’t they?” You ask.

The thestrals, while emaciated and macabre, move with elegance. At your arrival, a few lift their heads and blink at you with milky white eyes.

“Very.” Sebastian’s throat works as he swallows. “People are wrong to be afraid of them.”

“They’re misunderstood,” you say.

Sebastian glances at you. His dark eyes search yours. “They’re still looking for me, aren’t they?”

“They suspect you’re still on the grounds.”

“I should leave,” he says suddenly, “if they find me, they’re going to accuse you of —”

You interrupt, “You’re not going anywhere.”

“I’ve already put you through enough.” Sebastian grabs your hand, not in a gesture of comfort but desperation. “Please. If there’s anything I can do to lessen your involvement in my mistakes. They’re mine to carry, Sassenach. Not yours.”

You squeeze his hand back. “Stay. I beg you.”

There’s a moment of charged tension between you before Sebastian finally relents, bringing your hand to his mouth. His warm breath fans over your skin, eliciting goosebumps. Sebastian kisses your knuckles. "I will, for you.”

[syaolaurant]

Sun Light ☀️☀️

Violette: I want to pet him!

Sebastian: I think he secretly enjoys that..

[kelleig]

Why pick one?

[myrachondria]

Hogwarts Legacy Cast - Inaccurate Quotes (Part 2)

(but also kinda accurate)

MC: *holding a bottle* Is this fire whiskey or perfume?

Sebastian: *drinks the entire bottle* It's perfume.

Sebastian: I wasn't "trauma dumping" I was just telling you my lore.

MC: Come on, pretty boy.

MC: ...Ominis?

Ominis: Oh, I'm pretty boy?

MC: YES!

Ominis: Pretty?

MC: Yes.

Ominis: ...🙂

MC: I think I'm in love.

Ominis: No. He's a red flag.

Ominis: I was traumatized as a child.

Sebastian: Lmao spill.

Sebastian: So I've been thinking, as one does.

Ominis: Glad to hear you think.

Sebastian: I swear MC is in love with me.

Ominis: Sebastian, you're delusional.

Ominis: You read my diary?

Sebastian: At first I didn't know it was your diary, I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

Sebastian: I saw you flirting with another guy.

MC: Why would I need to flirt with another guy, you've got more than enough personalities to keep me occupied.

Sebastian: Fair point.

[magicingray]

Head canon:

Ominis, Sebastian, and MC live together as a throuple after Hogwarts. Ominis continues to be the mom friend. At some point Seb gets MC pregnant and Ominis, who never really had the opportunity to love his family, is surprised to find that he’s over joyed to help parent this child. Sebastian is a great dad and partner, but Ominis is like- making themed cookies for the baby shower and packing lunches with notes when the kid goes to kindergarten. He didn’t want kids because he wanted the Gaunt line to end, but it doesn’t matter that MCxSeb’s kid is not biologically Ominis’s. That’s his baby. He’s going to every Quidditch match and every dance recital.

[bloofinntoona]

just three kids, stupid and fearless

[moongurl95]

My HL OT4!!!! 💙💙💚💚

TYSM to @/MegacuteViper on IG for this commission of my MC and the bois!!!! 😍🥰 Honestly can't decide an end game for her... 🤔 Lil voice in my head be like: why not all? 🤣🤫

[princess-sallow]

Dancing with my Slytherin boys at the Yule Ball. 🥰🌸💕

I am so in love with it and it makes me happy. Thank you! 🥹✨

Commission by: @giselsan

[versailles-black]

What if there were Polaroids in the 1890’s 🤔 You cannot tell me the trio aren’t the type to take obscene amounts of pictures whenever possible (except for ominis duh, he’ll probably be the muse most of the time 😂)

I was listening to Dear Arkansas Daughter by Lady lamb and this particular lyrics reminded me of them 🫶

(who am I kidding it’s because my entire brain can’t think of anything else but HL 🥲)

Ps. I’m into extreme lighting lately I don’t know why, I like the contrast soooo much 🥹

[matchavellichor]

No Better Way to Warm Up

Sebastian x Ominis x f!MC - NSFW - 5.7k words - ao3

(Part two here!) (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

A/N: no one ask why I'm writing an xmas oneshot in the middle of may, i'm shamelessly procrastinating on my other wips rn lmfao

Tags: Idiots in Love, Pining, Drinking, Cunnilingus, Body Worship, Threesome - F/M/M, Hesitant Ominis, Eager Sebastian

Summary: Ominis, Sebastian, and MC are snowed in the castle together during winter break. After an entire bottle of Ogden's, a long night of banter, and much-lowered inhibitions, the three friends soon find themselves in a rather intimate situation that not a single one of them is apt to resist.

The three friends huddled in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin common room, hands outstretched in front of the flickering flames in an attempt to draw out the numbness in their fingers from the cold. They had just returned from a short trip to Hogsmeade, after much insistence from Sebastian that an assortment of treats from Honeyduke’s was absolutely essential for a proper Christmas Eve celebration, regardless of the harrowing conditions outside. 

Both boys had decided to stay at Hogwarts for winter break to keep their dear friend company, refusing to let her spend her first Christmas in the wizarding world alone. It was a strange feeling to occupy the castle after the majority of the students had gone, but there was also a pleasant sense of coziness in having the common room all to themselves, considering all the other Slytherins had families to go home to.

“You’re going to catch a cold.” Ominis admonished lightly when he noticed she was still shivering after a few minutes. She hadn’t taken off her coat, despite it being soaked from the melted snow, the damp wool clinging to her skin. The blonde sat up from his spot beside her, feeling around her shoulders until he reached the buttons on her front, quickly undoing them with deft fingers. He continued scolding her under his breath as he peeled away the sullen fabric, slipping the coat from her shoulders. Despite how much she’d usually fight him for it, it was admittedly sort of endearing the way he coddled her so often, handling her with a strange sort of protectiveness she’d never experienced before. 

Sebastian was of a similar fashion, though his doting was usually expressed in more subliminal forms and accompanied with a fair amount of teasing to go along with it. Nonetheless, the ways the boys treated her had made her feel more loved than she’d ever felt in her entire life and she found herself growing increasingly attached to them. Their friendship had grown so strong over the past few months, and she would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit she was growing a sense of genuine affection for the pair of Slytherins, though she’d never allow herself to indulge in these thoughts.

She thanked Ominis meekly through chattering teeth as she settled back down in front of the fire. Her sweater underneath was subtly damp and so she begrudgingly decided to remove it as well, draping it over the stone mantel of the fireplace to dry out. She was too preoccupied to notice the way Sebastian’s eyes lingered over her exposed skin as she settled back down between the two boys, at how he traced the outline of her curves under her camisole with his gaze, nor did she pay any mind to the way his face flushed immediately after, chalking up the pink on his cheeks to a side effect from the cold.

Sebastian cleared his throat nervously and shifted his attention towards rummaging through his rucksack and pulling out the assortment of Yuletide sweets. He made sure to purchase an impressive variety, determined to expose her to every facet of wizarding Christmas. He couldn’t help but feel his stomach flutter as he watched her face light up at the sight of them, a smile breaking out on her lips.

Her fingers brushed against his momentarily as she took the sweets from him and he frowned. “Poor thing, you’re freezing.” 

He took her hands in his gently, squeezing her fingers in an attempt to seep some warmth into them. The warmth in his hands seemed to go straight to her cheeks instead, and she reprimanded herself in her head for enjoying the feeling of her hands in his a little too much.

Sebastian pulled out a few bottles of cider next, setting them down on the stone in front of the fireplace to warm as he pulled out one final item that neither of his friends had spotted him purchasing. He set his bag aside and cracked open the bottle of Ogden’s, pretending not to notice Ominis’ obvious disapproval at the tell-tale sound of the bottle of strong liquor opening.

“What? There’s no better way to warm up.” He murmured through the rim of the bottle as he took a swig, grimacing slightly as the firewhiskey burned a path down his throat. He extended the bottle towards the blonde, shaking it enticingly. “Go on now.”

“You’re incorrigible.” Ominis muttered, rolling his eyes before he snatched the bottle from the brunette’s hand and begrudgingly took a drink himself. He handed it back to Sebastian and the brunette held it out to her now, tilting his head in an encouraging manner.

“I’ve never had any.” She admitted sheepishly.

“And you won’t have any.” Ominis objected in that paternalistic tone of his, shooting a stern glare towards Sebastian.

“Loosen up, Ominis.” Sebastian sighed as he pushed the bottle into her hands. “Let the girl have some fun.”

She gave an uneasy smile to Sebastian as she finally brought the bottle to her lips, taking a much larger swig than she probably should’ve. She painfully willed herself not to grimace or show any indication of the burn in a stupid attempt to prove herself in some way. Nonetheless, she choked out a few coughs as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and handed the bottle back to Sebastian, who looked positively delighted with her. 

“See? Takes it like a champ.” He commented, a satisfaction in his eyes that made her feel warm inside.

The next several hours were spent bantering amongst themselves and working down the remainder of the liquor and the sweets, the last vestiges of daylight blurring into darkness as the blizzard continued to rage outside. At some point she had stumbled towards her dorm room and lugged out her gramophone, forcing the boys to drunkenly twirl around the common room with her to the latest Muggle composers. They took turns dancing around with her, Ominis doing so with an impressive amount of finesse, most likely due to years of pureblood etiquette lessons. Sebastian was a bit less poised, nearly knocking her down on several occasions and spinning her in his arms until her head was dizzy. By the end of the night she was nearly in tears on the floor from laughter, her head a fuzzy haze from the endorphins and alcohol.

When the peak of the evening had eventually died down they settled onto the couch together, where she inevitably curled into herself as sleep slowly overtook her, her head falling against Ominis’ shoulder and her legs draped over Sebastian’s lap. The boys exchanged knowing glances in the silence, allowing themselves a few more moments to bask in the serenity of the situation they found themselves in. Neither boy had to say a word, they were both blissfully aware of just how much the other was shamelessly enjoying this.

Sebastian rubbed gentle circles absentmindedly on her legs where her skirt had slightly ridden up and Ominis softly brushed her hair back from her face, delicate fingers tracing her features. They couldn’t help but admire how perfect she felt pressed against them and they would’ve stayed there forever if they could, just listening to her soft breathing. Eventually though, Ominis being the more responsible of the two, cleared his throat and broke them out of their audacious indulgence.

“Come on, love, up.” Sebastian sighed as he begrudgingly stood himself up, running his hands down her shoulders gently to rouse her from her sleep. “Off to bed.”

“But I’m not even tired,” She murmured through a yawn as Ominis stood and helped pull her up from the couch, wrapping an arm around her waist to support her.

“Aham, sure.” Ominis smiled softly down at her as they began their walk towards the girl’s dormitories, Sebastian following beside her. He tangled his fingers in hers and she eagerly welcomed the contact.

“We should have a sleepover,” She remarked eagerly, her speech slightly slurred and drowsy from sleep and the lingering effects of the firewhiskey. “We can…mmh all sleep in my bed.”

“That sounds like a lovely idea—” 

“ Sebastian .” Ominis interjected with a scolding tone. “We’ll all sleep in our own beds.”

“But that’s no fun.” She frowned, turning to the blonde with heartbroken simpering. “Don’t you want to sleep with me, Ominis?”

“That’s — that’s, uh, hardly appropriate, I—” He flushed immediately, stumbling over his words at the innuendo.

“Trust me, Ominis would love nothing more than to sleep with you.” Sebastian informed with a smug smile, amused by the way the blonde turned red and immediately whacked him in the shoulder. 

“You’re…you’re both so…so nice to me,” She continued her dozy ambling, a soft smile on her face. “Mmh, my boys.”

They pushed open the door to her room and settled her on her bed, Sebastian sinking to his knees to undo the laces on her boots and Ominis sitting beside her. She leaned her head on his shoulder and watched Sebastian, his fingers working diligently to get her ready for bed.

“You’re a terribly sappy drunk.” He chuckled, looking up at her. He couldn’t help but notice how absolutely enamored Ominis looked beside her, pink tinging his cheeks.

“It’s quite cute though.” Ominis remarked softly, wanting to stretch these last few moments out for as long as possible before they’d both have to retreat their dorms and have to stifle their longing yet again.

“You’re quite cute.” She replied as she turned to face him, a love-drunk smile on her face and her eyes half-lidded.

Ominis flushed profusely at the compliment, his mouth opening to stammer some nervous reply, but before any comment could be made, her lips were suddenly on his. 

Both boys stood frozen in shock, barely even conscious of what had happened, the gesture feeling like a dream. Ominis looked as if he could faint, and Sebastian was expecting the blonde to immediately have pulled away, but when she curled her small fingers into the front of his robes and he groaned against her mouth, it became clear that not even Ominis, as stuck-up and decorous as he was, could resist the likes of her.

She was the one that finally broke the kiss. Her eyes widened as she looked at Ominis’ flushed face and parted lips, then looked down at Sebastian who was still frozen by her legs in front of her. It was as if the reality of what she had done had just caught up to her, sobering quickly and her cheeks warming with shame. She brought her fingers up to hover over her glistening lips and Sebastian couldn’t help but marvel at how precious she looked, overcome with the desire to leave her that breathless with his own kiss.

“I–I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have—” She began immediately, her voice coated in mortification and he wanted nothing more than to tell her that she had nothing to be sorry about. Confess every single feeling the both of them had harbored for her for the longest time, admit to every hidden fantasy that they had shared over her, every secret desire.

He simply couldn’t help himself. He had shut her up with his mouth before she could ramble, swallowing the gasp she let out against his lips. He slowly rose from his knees, towering over her on the bed and he was delighted when she didn’t pull away, instead her hands coming up to cup his cheeks and pull him in deeper.

“Sebastian, we should stop.” Ominis spoke up beside the two after a moment, his voice strained. He was still trying to muster some composure after what had happened, and this was proving even more difficult as he listened to what was unraveling beside him.  He was desperately trying to cling to rationality and not give into temptation.

“Do you want to stop?” Sebastian pulled his lips away for a brief moment, directing the question towards her.

She paused, staring up at him. She didn’t know what she wanted — a confusing mixture of uncertainty, nervousness, and desire clouded her brain — but she knew for certain that the last thing she wanted to do was stop. She took in a shaky breath before she swallowed, shaking her head.

Sebastian’s lips were on hers again in the next second, his kiss more brutal this time, hungry and passionate and bruising. She involuntarily whined against his mouth and it clearly had an effect on both boys. 

Ominis paused behind her, wide-eyed and considering for a moment. Was this really happening? Should he stop this before things got too far? Did he even have the willpower inside him to stop this?

Sebastian didn’t let any of the blonde’s plans in impeding this come into fruition though, backing her up against Ominis’ chest until she was in his lap. “Touch her, it’s okay.” He told Ominis encouragingly, sensing his friend’s hesitations, before he dove back into her lips.

The feeling of her tight, warm body pressed against his, the soft little moans that Sebastian was pulling from her lips, the brunette’s encouraging words, it was all enough to make his walls crumble. How could he resist when all he ever wanted was right here in his arms?

His hands hesitantly came up to do as Sebastian said, hovering over her skin for a brief moment before he brushed back her hair from her shoulders, his fingers tracing her soft skin as if afraid to touch her. He slowly leaned down, his warm breath sending goosebumps down her spine when he finally attached his lips to the sensitive skin of her neck.

She moaned at the contact and it was all the approval he needed before he allowed himself to give in completely, his lips reveling in the feeling of her warm skin. She was intoxicating and his desire for her ached deep inside him, his trousers strained where she was pressing against him.

“If you want to stop at any moment, if anything bothers you, tell us. You don’t have to do anything you wouldn’t like to.” Ominis breathed against her ear, his self-restraint slowly slipping from him. He had to make sure she was comfortable with this, that she wouldn’t regret this. “Do you understand?”

She nodded, her voice caught in her throat. She was too enraptured by the feeling of their lips on her to form any semblance of a coherent sentence.

“Words, love, use your words.” Sebastian urged gently.

“Yes,” She blurted out, her entire body warming at the term of endearment. “I—I understand.”

She let out a small gasp when she felt Ominis’ tongue on the side of her jaw. He licked a hungry stripe down her neck, desperate to taste more of her. She could feel how stiff he was already as she squirmed against him, his chest pressed to her back while Sebastian loomed over her.

The boys explored every inch of her as if she were a work of art to be analyzed and discovered, to be worshiped and adored and studied intently with their mouths and hands. There was still a gentleness to the way they handled her, one similar to the manner that they always treated her, but she could tell that they were holding back, that they were balancing on the precipice of succumbing to their darkest desires.

It was clear that Ominis was trying to be a mediating force, scolding the brunette when he got too impassioned and nipped her bottom lip, earning a whimper from her and making him fret that they were being too rough. She could tell that even his self-control was faltering though, by the way his fingers dug into her hips to still her when she writhed against him, rubbing against his erection until it was too much for him to handle. 

“Is this okay?” Sebastian asked softly as his hands trailed to cup her breasts t  hrough the thin fabric of her undershirt. “Can I touch you here?” 

“Please,” She breathed against his lips and it was all the approval he needed to rub gentle circles over the sensitive flesh. He palmed hungrily at her breasts, before circling her nipples with his thumbs, smiling at the way she gasped from the contact. He dipped his head down to plant kisses along her collarbone. 

Ominis’ lips left her neck, his hand sliding down in its place and gently taking hold of her chin, tilting her head up and maneuvering her so he could take what he wanted from her. His lips met hers with a desperate urgency, his tongue slipping in her mouth immediately with a hunger to taste her.

“So fucking perfect.” Sebastian whispered against her skin as his mouth trailed down her chest, leaving innumerable kisses as he explored. He took his time when he reached her breasts, tonguing her nipples through her undergarment and soaking the thin cotton with his saliva. 

She was a mess . She could feel the slickness coating her thighs under her skirt, Sebastian pressed in between her legs as he worked at her breasts. Ominis’ kiss was enough to make her head spin, his tongue exploring every inch of her as his fingers tangled through her hair. 

“Let me take this off,” Sebastian muttered in a lust-drunk haze as he groped hungrily at her breasts through the fabric.

“ Sebastian , slow down.” Ominis pulled his mouth away from hers begrudgingly to admonish the brunette for his lack of patience. The last thing he wanted was to rush this, to make her uncomfortable in even the slightest way.

“It’s—it’s okay.” She said breathlessly which seemed to surprise both boys. Sebastian looked up at her for further confirmation. When she nodded, he eagerly began on the long line of buttons on her front.

He was surprisingly slow and gentle while he undressed her, despite his fervent desire. He wanted to savor every inch of her, kiss every tiny bit of exposed skin and make her feel worshiped and cared for. He wanted her to know his adoration for her in every caress, every brush of his lips.

“Arms up, darling.” Ominis ordered her softly when Sebastian began tugging the shirt over her stomach. 

She was on another plane of existence at the moment, her brain fuzzy from pleasure. How could she possibly keep her wits about her when she was sandwiched between two boys that were kissing, licking, and caressing every sensitive inch of her? Thankfully, wits were the last thing she needed right now, and she had never felt safer than she did in the moment, despite her obvious lack of control. It felt so good to be able to trust them so much, to know they would do nothing but care for her and attend to her every need.

Ominis helped her raise her arms, smiling softly to himself at how much of a mess she was, her limbs adorably limp and languid. If she was in this state already, how would she be when they actually got their way with her? They didn’t plan on stopping until they had coaxed multiple orgasms out of her, until she was a weak, little thing underneath them that barely even remembered her own name.

Sebastian slipped the thin piece of cotton over her head, groaning when the sight of her bare chest was finally revealed to him, his hands immediately finding purchase on her skin, kneading the soft flesh. 

“She’s so beautiful, Ominis.” Sebastian breathed out, awe-struck.

“That I already knew,” Ominis murmured dotingly, placing a tender kiss to her temple.

Sebastian’s hands ran affectionately up and down her sides for a few moments, appreciating just how perfect she looked laid out in front of him, only the warm, flickering light from the kerosene lamp beside them dancing over her features. He dipped his head down to let his tongue work at her sensitive breasts, sucking with open-mouthed kisses until he left pretty little marks on her perfect, untouched skin. Ominis’ lips never left hers, pouring all his devotion into every kiss he left on her neck, her cheeks, her lips, every tender little bit of exposed skin he could reach that made her breath hitch in her throat.

The feeling of Ominis’ erection pressed against the small of her back, and Sebastian’s against her inner thigh drove her insane. She bucked her hips, a pathetic array of pleas spilling from her lips that would’ve left her embarrassed from the neediness in her voice if she wasn’t utterly drunk on lust at the moment.

“Where, hm?” He asked softly as his hand trailed over her thighs, the smallest hint of taunting in his tone of voice that made her grow even needier. “Here? Is this where you want me to touch you?”

“S-Sebastian, please—” Her voice caught in her throat as his hand hovered over her core, his fingers brushing over the fabric of her skirt and pressing against her.

“Tell him to stop and he’ll stop.” Ominis reminded her reassuringly and his voice was so soothing, so grounding in her ear that she almost sobbed from how perfect it all was.

“Don’t stop.” She finally begged, grinding her hips up to meet his hand, desperate for any friction to relieve the ache between her thighs.

Sebastian eagerly obliged, unable to contain himself any longer. His hand slipped under the hem of her skirt, coming in contact with the wet fabric of her panties. “ Fuck , she’s soaked.” Sebastian marveled at the sensation, breathless. He toyed with her slowly, rubbing the wetness in with his fingertips. “Is all this for us?” He stroked gently up and down the soft cotton, delighting himself with the way her hips sought out his hand, the soft little whines tumbling from her lips.

“Stop torturing the poor girl, Sebastian.” Ominis chastised lightly, though she could hear the amusement in his voice. He loved having her like this, loved the way she writhed against him, loved feeling her lips stutter against his when Sebastian applied a bit more pressure and the pleasure was too much for her to kiss him back properly. He couldn’t help but imagine kissing her while Sebastian was fucking her to the point of tears, to feel her come undone in his arms and swallow every pretty moan she let out.

“Such a mess,” Sebastian tsked as he pulled her panties to the side, his fingers collecting her wetness. “The prettiest little mess.”

“ Please , Sebastian.” She begged, and it was music to his ears. If she was making all these pretty sounds with just his fingers, he wondered what kind of noises she would make when he was buried deep inside her.

“Give her what she wants.” Ominis said mercifully, his hands coming up to toy with her nipples.

Sebastian sank one finger inside of her, biting his lip at how warm and wet she felt squeezing him. None of his filthiest fantasies could’ve prepared him for the actual feeling of her.

“So fucking tight,” He murmured as he placed gentle kisses on the inside of her thighs, pumping in and out of her slowly, careful to allow her to adjust to the sensation. Her moans only encouraged him, and he reveled in the way she gasped when he eased another finger inside of her. “I don’t think she’ll be able to take us, Ominis.”

“I—I can take it,” She said defiantly, her head falling back against Ominis’ shoulder as Sebastian continued his slow, languid pace.

“Not yet, darling.” Ominis hushed her, kissing her cheek. 

The feeling of Ominis’ hands rolling her nipples, the open-mouthed kisses he was leaving on her neck, the way Sebastian’s fingers curled inside her in just the right spot, it was all too much. When his pace quickened and he brought his thumb to rub tight, little circles on her clit, she saw stars. “Please, please, please, oh God.”

“ Fuck , you’re gorgeous like this.” Sebastian watched intently, wholly infatuated at the way her face contorted in pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut. “Eyes open, I want you to look at me.”

She immediately obliged, her fluttering open to meet his. He looked at her as if she were the most breathtaking sight in the world, taking in every little feature and committing it to memory. He made a mental note to get his hands on a Pensieve after this, so he could replay the image of her falling apart so beautifully on his fingers over and over again.

Sebastian’s fingers hit just the right spot and the coil of tension inside her exploded, her entire body trembling as she let out a strangled moan. He didn’t stop until she was writhing away from him, her hands weakly pushing his wrist away from the overstimulation. Ominis murmured praises in her ear the entire time, brushing back the hair sticking to her sweat-damp cheeks and placing doting kisses to her temple as she came down from her high. 

“Gods, fucking taste her.” Sebastian breathed out as he slipped his fingers out from inside her, bringing them up towards Ominis’ lips. She watched through half-lidded eyes, her head still dizzy from the mind-shattering orgasm, as the blonde licked hungrily from his friend’s fingers, savoring the taste.

It was as if something snapped inside of him and suddenly he was slipping out from behind her, Sebastian quickly taking his place. He sank down to his knees in front of her, his hands coming to rest on her thighs to keep her legs spread for him.

Despite how eager he was to get another orgasm out of her himself, Ominis restrained himself, knowing she was still sensitive and recovering. He adjusted her against Sebastian so that she felt secure in his arms before he leaned down to kiss her slowly, plying her open to him and being mindful of her reactions, making sure he was touching her in all of the right places.

There was a carefulness to the way his lips met hers that made her head spin in the most delicious of ways, a gentleness in the way he trailed his lips down her neck, dragged his tongue over her sternum and then around her nipples. His kisses slowly increased in intensity, his touch becoming hungry and bruising before he sank down to plant kisses along her navel, just above the hem of her skirt.

Sebastian was quiet behind her, as if fully immersed in the sight before him, only the sound of his pants against her ear. She could feel the twitch in his trousers against her back every time she’d moan or let out a breathy gasp. He was utterly enraptured, as if he enjoyed watching her like this, watching Ominis touch and kiss her while she squirmed.

“May I?” Ominis asked, his hands on the clasp of her skirt.

“Yes.” She nodded, semi-conscious of the fact that she’d probably agree to just about anything at this point as long as it meant they kept touching her.

Ominis slid her skirt down with a resounding amount of care, her panties coming down with it. His hands came up to marvel at her hips, squeezing the supple flesh as if he wanted to tear her apart. She was so soft , it was maddening, and some part of him wanted to absolutely ruin her.

She was completely nude now, her only modesty lying in her wool knee socks. She probably should’ve felt embarrassed, exposed, insecure , yet she had never felt more secure and comfortable in her life.

“Beautiful, so, so beautiful.” Sebastian whispered in her ear with an awe-struck breathlessness, taking in the sight of her body over her shoulder.

Ominis’ lips were trailing up her thighs from her knees, torturously slow and deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every inch of her. He bit the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and chuckled when her hips jolted from the contact. “So sensitive.” He whispered and she could feel him smirking against her skin.

He ran his tongue over everywhere except where she needed him most and it was driving her insane. She wanted to beg, cry, anything in order to relieve the growing ache between her legs from the lack of stimulation. Despite her recent orgasm, seeing Ominis in front of her worshiping every square inch of her body made her insatiable once again. 

Finally, as if deciding to grant her mercy, she felt a soft kiss just on top of her mound, watched him rub his nose against it and groan from the taste.

“Please, Ominis.” She whined, squirming underneath him but he increased the pressure of his hands on her hips to still her.

“I know, sweet girl, I know.” He hushed against her skin and the vibrations of his voice against her made her even needier.

“Who’s torturing the poor girl now?” Sebastian chuckled, his warm breath fanning her ear. He placed soft kisses on her shoulder, his eyes glued to the beautiful sight before him. 

Ominis placed another kiss on her mound, just above her clit and she keened, earning a satisfied groan from both boys. It drove her insane, something about them finding great enjoyment in turning her into a pathetic mess, in watching her whine and beg for them.

Ominis’ hands intertwined with hers, pinning them down to the mattress beside her hips as he finally licked a long stripe through her slit, collecting the wetness on his tongue. “Tastes like heaven.” He moaned, his grip on her hands tightening.

“Well, that’s because she’s an angel.” Sebastian smiled fondly, pecking her cheek. Her head dropped back against his shoulder and he couldn’t help but study her face obsessively. It was truly the prettiest sight he had ever seen, her brows furrowed and her lips parted as a pathetic array of pleas and whimpers fell from her little mouth. 

Ominis was growing more insatiable by the second, licking broader and broader strokes through her folds. He shifted his attention to her clit, tonguing soft circles around the sensitive nub until she was moaning his name desperately, her eyes rolling back into her head.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it?” Sebastian whispered in her ear as he watched her writhe, her legs struggling against where Ominis was keeping them pinned to the mattress. “Can’t even keep still, poor thing.”

Ominis slackened the grip on one of her hands, guiding her hand to his head. When he increased the pace of his tongue on her, she instinctively tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling on it. He groaned in satisfaction at the sensation, desperate to bring her to climax soon, concerned that if he kept this up any longer he’d be finishing in his pants.

“Ominis, please — oh, God don’t stop.” She moaned, her hands holding his mouth pressed against her cunt. He had never experienced a greater euphoria than this, his fingers digging into her thighs so roughly he was sure he would leave marks.

“So fucking perfect,” Sebastian moaned against her skin as he planted searing kisses along her neck, leaving marks all over her skin. “Cum for us, just like that, God — that’s it,” His hands kneaded at her breasts, rubbing over her sensitive nipples until she was a mess. “Our pretty girl.”

She reached her peak with Sebastian’s encouraging words in her ear, her wetness dripping down Ominis’ chin, and he savored every drop, lapping at the evidence of her climax hungrily. He didn’t pull away until she was pulling at his hair and pleading, overcome with pleasure. She twitched from the aftershocks as he finally came up to kiss her and he couldn’t help but smile against her lips, the taste of her on his tongue.

“You’re better than I could’ve ever imagined, do you know that?” He whispered, overcome with satisfaction at her soft little pants, at the way her bare chest heaved underneath him.

She gave him a soft, pleasure-drunk smile, barely able to form any coherent thoughts, much less words. She was on cloud nine, utterly high from the endorphins, a languid, syrupy mess in between the two boys who were still kissing her softly as they eased her down from her second orgasm.

They wanted to coax a third, fourth, fifth out of her but could tell by her inability to even thoroughly keep her eyes open that they had probably reached her limit for the night. Their focus was completely on making her feel as safe and cared for as possible, at earning her trust and confidence, thus they knew they had to take this slow. There would be other opportunities to leave her thoroughly sore and fucked out, that they were sure of, but tonight wasn’t one of them.

The boys shifted her until they were laying on the bed on either side of her, their arms wrapped protectively around her. She barely had the energy to move a muscle, but she decided to force herself anyways, eager to return the favor from all the care she had received tonight. 

Her hands came into contact with Sebastian’s belt but he quickly stilled them, pulling them up to his lips to place soft kisses on her knuckles. “Not tonight, love.”

“But I—”

“Another time.” Ominis assured her, his lips brushing over her bare shoulder. “Rest, darling.” 

“But you didn’t—”

“So concerned,” Sebastian chuckled, placing a chaste kiss on her lips and caressing her cheek with a feather-light touch. “We’ll survive, I promise.”

She settled back against the pillows reluctantly, sandwiched between the two boys. Ominis pulled the covers over the three of them and she had never felt more loved than she did at the moment, listening to Sebastian’s heartbeat as she rested against his chest, Ominis pressed flush against her back as if any personal space between them would be unbearable.

Ominis traced soft patterns over her arms, reminiscing in the feeling of her soft skin on his fingertips. Sebastian was of a similar manner, his thumb brushing back and forth on her hip bone. 

“There’ll be another time then?” She whispered sometime in the stillness of the aftermath, just before she let sleep overcome her.

“Oh, certainly.” Sebastian answered quietly, his arms around her tightening. “Or did you think we were letting you go after this?”

[syaolaurant]

I saw this meme I have to draw them quick ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

Bonus:

[fierymiasma]

۵ The Spare ۵ // Sebastian x f!MC x Ominis - Silver Trio

Summary: Ominis tries to be happy for Sebastian and their new friend. Really he's happy that his two favorite people have starting seeing each other.

...It's too bad that he wasn't included.

Sebastian and f!MC try repeatedly to court Ominis, too bad he's oblivious.

Tags: Love triangles, Slight Angst with eventual happy ending, Confessions, Mutual Pining, Fluff, OT3, Silver Trio, Making Out

Word Count: 5k 🍃

A/Ns: Got a lot of requests from readers to do a spin-off of my other Silver Trio Fic "Between". It's a bit longer but hope you enjoy it!

|| My Other Work || AO3 || Other Silver Trio Fic

"Your willingness to use powerful spells is admirable.  You're much more powerful than you ever let on."

"Sebastian, please, you can stop with all the flattery."  She laughed, trying to fight the rising blush on her cheeks.  She casted another spell at the practice dummy.  "I've already promised you that I'll take you on my next outing to fight the poachers instead of Natty.  You have already gotten what you want!"

The boy in question mocked offense.  "What?  I can't give the most powerful witch our age a simple compliment?"  She rolled her eyes playfully, pretending to be annoyed.  Sebastian was unrelenting.  "I bet you could even give Professor Hecat a run for her money."

Ominis's hand trembled on his wand, unable to cast the new spell they've been practicing.  His stomach couldn't help but churn in disgust as his friends continue to tease each other.  Even in the vast space of the Undercroft, it felt too stifling whenever Sebastian charmed their mutual friend.

His wand showed him the hazy rough outlines of the other two.  Sebastian's arm practically draped around her.  Ever since the start of their 6th year,  the trio had been spending more and more time together in the Undercroft.  Sebastian and the Hufflepuff frequently snuck out of the castle at all hours of the day, finding adventure elsewhere.

Ominis tried not to let it bother him, how close they were getting.  They had invited him along, of course, time and time again on all of their adventures.  Ominis had no idea why they thought that he would like to trail along after them.  Be a bystander to the newfound romance that the other two were so clearly keeping a secret from him?   Hard pass, thank you very much.

"Your spellwork is exception."  Sebastian continued, watching her land a particularly nasty hit on the dummy.  "You'll have to teach me some of the tricks you've picked up."

Ominis could feel the palpable embarrassment emitting from her.  She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ears.  "Well, I did take a leaf out of your book, Sebastian.  I picked up this jinx from one of the books I 'borrowed' from the restricted section."

Sebastian laughed.  "Getting into places you're not supposed to be?  A woman after my own heart."

Ominis swallowed thickly.  It felt like it was only yesterday that Sebastian returned after his first night sneaking into the restricted section with the new student.

Sebastian groaned, flopping face first into his bed, exhausted from a night of crouching around the library away from the searching eyes of Madam Scribner. 

"Did you have fun, Sebastian?" Ominis drawled from his on bed, having been rudely woken back up by Sebastian's return.

To Ominis's shock, Sebastian sighed dreamingly.

"Merlin's beard, Ominis.  She's exceptional."

Something ugly festered inside Ominis.  He wanted to be done with this conversation, to go back to bed and wake up to a reality where he could still pretend he had a chance of being with Sebastian.  "I'm afraid I don't know what you're referring to."

Sebastian rolled onto his back, looking up at the top of his canopy bed, as if he was trying to picture her face.  "The new girl.  On her very first duel, she knocks me flat on my bum."  He scoffed.  "Said it was good practice.  What I won't give to duel her again.  Makes getting detention for her entirely worth it."

Unable to stomach any more of Sebastian's words, Ominis fluffed his pillow before turning away from the other boy.

 "Ominis, she's beautiful.  Her lips, her eyes, her hair.  Merlin's beard, Ominis, she could be part Veela for all I know.  The second she walks into any room, it's like everything else fades away."  Sebastian squeezed his pillow close to his chest as he faced the other boy.  "Ominis the things she can do with a wand.  The way she took down that troll…"  Sebastian sighed, lost in his own thoughts. 

Ominis was glad that his back was facing Sebastian.  He was afraid that his expressions would betray his inner anguish.  "Fighting a troll for you on her first day of Hogwarts?"  Ominis's nose wrinkled.  He was painfully reminded of all the other giggling girls who threw themselves at Sebastian's feet. "There is a such a thing as trying too hard."

Sebastian's smile dipped downward.  "No, Ominis, the fight was almost easy.  That's how brilliant she is."

Ominis had always known that the crush he harbored on the other Slytherin boy was doomed from the very start.  Sebastian's silver tongue had the entire female population of Hogwarts (and some of the wizards as well) completely under his spell.  Why, with enough effort, Sebastian could certainly find a witch he liked enough to settle down with.

It seemed like, Sebastian already had.

Tears burning his eyes, Ominis pulled the covers over his head, trying to drown out Sebastian's stream of consciousness as he continued to heap praises on the new student. 

"Ominis?"  She shook his arm gently.  "Ominis, are you with us?"

Ominis returned to the present.  Honeysuckle, rosewater, and ivy.  Her perfume was a familiar comforting presence.  His tight knuckles relaxed on his wand.  His eyes felt too hot, and he hoped he hadn't teared up in front of them.  He could feel the other two exchange concerned looks.  She reached over.  Her thumb rubbed soothing circles on Ominis's biceps.  Even under all his layers of fabric, he could feel goosebumps starting to form. 

He withdrew from her hot touch. 

His parents had always told Ominis that love at first sight (or lack of sight) was a fairy tale fantasy left for those of lesser blood or muggles.  So, Ominis was entirely unprepared for it when he confronted the Hufflepuff sneaking out of the Undercroft for the first time. 

He heard the telltale mechanical whirls of the clocktower that hid the Undercroft.  He heard distinct footsteps, light, with a high heel to them. 

It was just as he had feared.  It wasn't Sebastian.  The magical aura that surrounded this next person didn't feel quite like Sebastian's.  It was foreign, ancient and old.  It was the newest addition to the Hogwarts student body.  The insufferable show off who somehow seduced her way into winning  a duel against Sebastian.

Ominis couldn't tell what he was more angry at: her existence or Sebastian who had betrayed his trust by telling a practical stranger the secrets behind the undercroft.  It was Ominis's hiding place, his secret to give.  It was special, a place where Sebastian and Ominis could be together, alone.  Where Ominis could pretend that he had escaped from the cruel reality of their lives.

He turned that infamous Gaunt anger onto the new girl.  She was a Hufflepuff, like all of her brethren, Ominis was sure she would wilt under his venomous tongue.  It wasn't the first time Ominis sent a girl crying back to her dorm.

"Did you just come from the Undercroft?"  He snarled.  "How did you get in here?"

Calmly, the new student answered.  "Actually, Sebastian brought me there.  But he made it perfectly clear to keep quiet about it." She had a soft, soothing melodic voice. 

Ominis scoffed, ignoring the way his heart skipped a beat at the sound of her voice.  Typical Hufflepuff, soft-spoken, meek, quick to squeal and rat out their friends the second their arm got twisted. 

"You breathe a word about this place to anyone and not even your precious Professor Fig will be able to help you."

He could tell that mentioning Professor Fig had struck a nerve.  The quiescent unnamable magic swirling around her grew sharp, its aura almost suffocating Ominis.  She took a firm step forward towards him, her heels echoing loudly against the marble tiles.  Her voice grew louder, firmer.  "You needn't threaten me, Gaunt.  But mention Professor Fig again, and even your family name won't be able to shield you from me." 

She took another step forward.  Ominis took a hesitant step back.  He didn't expect the badger to have claws.  "I was trying to defend Sebastian.  He was clear that this was a secret place, and I was to tell no one."  Ominis was startled by her closeness.  He could smell her perfume, flowery.  Honeysuckle, rosewater, and ivy.  She took another step forward.  "Sebastian's a good friend.  He cares very deeply for you." 

Ominis's lips curled.  As if she knew anything about Sebastian.  About what Sebastian's wants and needs were.  He held his ground.  "I don't need you to tell me about my oldest friend, thank you very much.  Sebastian gets himself in enough trouble.  He doesn't need your help." 

To Ominis's surprise, her shoulders relaxed a bit.  Her arms uncrossed in understanding.  "You care for Sebastian.  You worry over him."  Ominis's throat felt dry.  Was she trying to insinuate something?  "You needn't be concerned, Ominis.  I can see you're scared."  Ominis was about to deny her accusations but found that he couldn't breathe.  "I am not trying to come in between you or Sebastian.  Your…bond is sacred."  Was he that obvious?  "I'm not trying to steal anyone's…friend away from them."  

For once in Ominis's life, he was speechless.  It was rare for him to find someone who could match his venomous tongue and cruel words. 

"I'm not sure what you're implying."  Ominis lied.  "You forget yourself, new girl."

"Ominis!  Ominis!" Sebastian practically shouted in his ear.

Ominis jumped.  Too lost in thought, he hadn't realized that he had been daydreaming again.  They were still in the Undercroft, practice dummies now completely forgotten.  Her soft hands were still on his arm, trying to comfort him.  Sebastian, on his right, hovering a tad closer than a concerned friend normally should.

His throat felt dry.  He wasn't comfortable being the center of their undivided attention.  He needed air.

"You two keep practicing your hexes."  Ominis muttered, pulling his arm away from her and turning away from Sebastian.  "I need to lie down for a bit."

Ominis wasn't able to see the way Sebastian's eyes met the Hufflepuff's, a silent conversation held with just eyes alone.  "Is everything alright?"  Sebastian asked.  "Ominis, you can confide in us, if you need."

Ominis snorted as he threw his satchel over his shoulder.  Like he could ever reveal his true feelings to the happy couple. 

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He avoided the Hufflepuff and her Slytherin for a better part of two weeks.  A difficult task given how persistent the other two were.

"Ominis!  There you are."  Sebastian purred, his voice dipping down an octave.  "You've been rather difficult to pin down lately." 

Ominis didn't even pause.  If anything, he walked faster down the hallway to his next class.  "I'm sorry, Sebastian.  Far too busy with this extra essay Professor Sharp assigned me.  I'll see you at dinner."

His partner in crime appeared around the corner, as if she apparated to Sebastian's side.  "A-Ah, hello, Ominis!"  She nervously greeted.  "Your hair looks rather nice today!  Looks kind of like the portrait of the bloke we're learning in History of Magic."

Ominis did finally pause in his stride.  "Uric…the…Oddball?  I look like a lunatic who wears a jellyfish on his head?"

Her shoulders fell.  Maybe she should have paid more attention in class.  She hadn't actually thought that one through too much. 

Without another word, Ominis swept away around the corner, onto his next class.

Now properly alone, Sebastian groaned.  "Merlin's beard, sweetheart, what was that?  Were you trying to woo him or get him to commit you to a loony bin?  We want to charm him not send him running away screaming!"

She glared at him in offense.  "I'm not good at flirting!"

Sebastian sighed, running his fingers through his hair in fake exasperation.  He couldn't help but smile, as he looked at her teasingly.  "It is truly one of Hogwarts biggest mysteries how you managed to bag someone as charming as me."

She tried to kick him in the shin for good measure.  He calmly took a small step back avoiding her rather short legs.

"Don't worry, sweetheart.  Sebastian's here for you.  Time to show you how to properly sweep a man off his feet."

She rolled her eyes, "Like you can do better."

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[Cont reading here]

[myrachondria]

Hogwart Legacy Cast - Inaccurate Quotes

(Let's be honest, they're probably accurate)

MC: You should be addicted to shutting the fuck up

Sebastian: Haha. You want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid

MC: And so what if I do?

Sebastian: 👀👀👀

Sebastian: wake up sluts, it's time to sin

MC: found a man with the same attitude as me, this boy annoying

Imelda: If you think I'm mean, you should hear my thoughts

Sebastian: I told Ominis to fight his demons and he punched me??? I'm confused

Sebastian: What that mouth do?

Ominis: Hurt your feelings

Imedla: The hottest thing a man can be is a little afraid of me

Sebastian: You deserve to be happy, but if it's not with me, then you don't deserve it

Ominis: I find out everything. Do not ever think that you're a slick bitch

Sebastian: Every day I try so hard not to be a crazy bitch

Ominis: Stop it, Sebastian. You're better than that.

Sebastian: No I'm not. So anyways, I was saying

Poppy: Why don't you try being his peace?

MC: First of all, he's the one that starts shit to make me mad.

[kelleig]

Mad Omi and two idiots looking for trouble

[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

Sharing is Caring, Chapter 2

Summary: The trio have a threesome....do I need to say more?

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: Obviously contains sex, 18+ 

Parings: I feel like this is covered in the summary... Sebastian x MC x Ominis 

A/N: I cannot believe this is finally finished, it feels like it took forever. Want to tag a couple of absolute babes who really helped me with this: @accioquill, @freesiriusblack, @cranetreegang, @roohuh, @nightlydream, @sebastian-and-ominis-share-me

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You had no idea how Sebastian had done it, but a week later Ominis sat across from you at breakfast. You felt Sebastians leg shaking under the table, sharing your nervousness, the silence between the three of you awkward for the first time in your friendship. 

“So, are you boys ready for the charms test tomorrow?” You would say anything to break the silence at this point. “Maybe we could study in the library later?” 

“I could go for a review of the materials.” Sebastian chimed in. You both stared at Ominis anxiously, hoping he would say something, anything. 

“Yeah, okay.” He got up and left without another word. 

You looked at Sebastian, feeling defeated, tears welling up in your eyes. He wraps an arm around you pulling you into him, his other hand coming up to wipe away the tears. He gently positions your head on his shoulder and kisses your forehead. 

“He’s hurting, love, it's going to take time for him to be himself around us again.” 

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As the weeks passed Ominis finally started to feel comfortable around his best friends again. Things were almost back to normal. Almost. He still longed for MC in a way he knew he shouldn’t, but he pressed the feelings down inside him, determined not to let them come between the trio. 

He still couldn't be alone with her though. He tried his best to be sociable but whenever Sebastian wasn’t there to carry the conversation, he found it easier to distance himself. The few times they had accidently touched left his head spinning, an incredible ache in his pants and every even slightly sexual thing she had ever said in front of him playing in his head. 

He hadn’t touched himself in weeks, not since the day Sebastian had come to him, confessing he knew why Ominis had been acting so cold towards him and MC. An immense shame washed over him as he listened to his best friend in the world tell him it was okay, he wasn't mad, just curious when it began and wishing there was something he could do for him, any way to make it easier for Ominis to be around them.

History of Magic was an absolute nightmare these days, forcing himself to take up the smallest portion of the desk they shared as he could, thinking it best to limit the chances of anything happening. He knew he was hurting her, Sebastian coming to him more than once telling him she had cried at his cold shoulder treatment. Worse than knowing he had made her cry was knowing that Sebastian wasn’t truly angry with him for it. He understood, asking only that Ominis do his best.  

The last time Sebastian had come to him, nothing but love and worry for them both in his voice, Ominis swore he would try harder, do better. When Sebastian asked if he wanted to join them in Hogsmeade in a few weeks he quickly accepted, eagerly asking if they could go to Honeydukes. In his next History of Magic class he sat normally, taking up his full half of the desk. He even talked to her.  

“MC, I’m sorry I yelled at you a few weeks ago. I was angry with myself and took it out on you. It was wrong of me. I apologize.” 

The smile he heard in her voice as she forgave him made him feel as though he had accidently fallen asleep in the sun by the lake, the warmth spreading over his entire body, piercing his heart. So overcome by her graciousness, he sought out her hand and gave it a little squeeze, a smile spreading on his own face. 

Still smiling as he left the classroom, he was greeted by a familiar voice. 

“What has you so happy, Ominis? Did Leander fall out of his seat again?” 

“Forgiveness is a powerful thing, my friend.” Ominis assumed he understood as a hand clasped his shoulder, a soft “Thank you, Ominis” reaching his ears.  

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Today is the day, it’s going to happen today.  

Sebastian woke, a nervous excitement filling him, barely able to keep a giddy giggle from leaving his mouth. Finally, after months of hard work and patience, the trios friendship was back to normal, or normal enough for him to risk putting his crazy plan into motion.  

The more he had thought about Ominis’ confession of wishing he could be with MC intimately, the more Sebastian had come around to the idea of sharing the love he felt for her with him. His mind had often wandered back to fourth year, when one night in the Undercroft he asked Ominis if he had ever kissed anyone. 

“You know I haven't, Sebastian.” The pressure of a first kiss was one that Ominis had struggled to overcome, even though there were a few girls he might consider kissing.  

“What if we kissed? That way we could at least say we’ve kissed someone.” Sebastian had meant it as a joke but deep down he wasn’t sure it was one. There was on one else he trusted like Ominis, on one else he was close enough to. 

“Sebastian, you really think I want to ki-” 

Sebastian crushed his lips against his bestfriends mid sentence, before either of them had time to think about it. He pulled away just as quick. “There, now it’s over with, no pressure to have a perfect first kiss.”

“You do realize every time you kiss someone new it counts as a first kiss, don’t you?”

“Then I guess you’re stuck being my one and only Ominis.” 

Both boys had doubled over laughing at the idea.

Sebastian let out a little chuckle thinking about it now, almost three years later, and got out of bed, no longer nervous. Either this day would go the way he hoped or it wouldn’t, but at the end of it he would still love Ominis and MC, nothing would change that.

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Waiting at the gate of the castle, you fiddle with the fringe of your scarf, nervous about the day ahead. You hoped Ominis would be in a good mood today, having only recently started speaking to you again, desperate for a few hours of fun together, missing the usual witty banter that flowed so easily between you two. 

Hearing Sebasitans loud laugh, you look up, dropping your scarf back into place. Turning around you saw them. Your boys. Sebastian looked insanely cute as always, his large smile making your cheeks flush. Ominis looked handsome, he always did, but today it was different somehow. The flush in your cheeks turned into a full blown blush as he greeted you. 

“Good morning, MC. Are you excited for our outing?” His voice held sincere joy, a small smile even breaking out on his face.

“Of course! I’m guessing our first stop will be Honeydukes?” You respond, taking his arm.

“Hey, don’t I get a hello, MC?” Sebastian grabs your waist, tickling you and placing a quick kiss on your cheek, taking your empty hand and lacing your fingers together. 

“Good morning, Sebby.” You return his kiss, standing on your toes to reach his cheek. “Should we get going?” 

You slowly make your way to Hogsmeade, enjoying being between them, chatting about classes and students, Ominis sharing the gossip he’s heard. By the time you make it to Hogsmeade Square, the sugary smell from Honeydukes already reaching you, it feels like the rift between you never existed. 

An hour later, your arms overflowing with treats, you stumble into The three Broomsticks, Sebastian guiding you to an empty booth in the corner. 

“Butterbeers all around, coming right up.” 

As he walks off you scoot closer to Ominis, taking his hand. “I’ve missed this, Ominis. I’m glad we’re friends again.”

“MC, we’ve always been friends, I just haven't been a very good one lately. I am truly sorry for that, I hope you know how much I mean that.”

“Of course I do, Omi, and it’s understandable given how you feel about me.”

You knew you’d said too much, but there was no taking it back now. Ominis’ brows shot up, opening his mouth to respond, a deep blush spreading across his face.  

“MC, I...” 

At the same moment, Sebastian returned, placing three Butterbeer mugs in front of you along with three shots of Firewhiskey. Ominis closes his mouth, pulling his hand from yours. You frown at the action, looking over at Sebastian as he slides in next to you. 

“How did you get the Firewhiskey?”

“You of all people should know how good I am at sweet talking, love.” 

His hand lands on your thigh, giving it a quick squeeze as he smirks at you. You pick up the small glass of Firewhiskey, downing it before you have time to think twice. It burns its way down your throat in a pleasant way, much more pleasant than the embarrassment and annoyance coming off of Ominis. Sensing something was up between you two, Sebastian gave you a look before speaking. 

“Everything alright?”

Before you could even open your mouth, Ominis responds, spitting his words at Sebastian. 

“I can’t believe you told her how I feel, Sebastian! I told you that in confidence.”

“Ominis, I’m sorry, but we would never have resolved it if I hadn’t. She took it a lot better than you think, anyways.”

“Wait, what? You don’t hate me now, MC?” 

“No, Ominis I don't hate you. I don’t even feel awkward about it. In fact....fuck, this is hard to say...Maybe, if you’re down for it, there’s something we could...do about it...the three of us, I mean.” 

Ominis’ jaw dropped open. You reach for your Butterbeer, your face turning red, and chug the whole thing before speaking again.

“Sebastian, would you get me another one, love?” You look over at him, his eyes wide. “Sebastian!” He shook his head, breaking out of his stupor. He gets up without a word and walks to the bar. Turning to Ominis, you quietly ask if he’s okay. 

“I’m...what exactly do you mean, MC? Please, I need you to be clear with me.”

“I mean what you think I mean, Ominis. Finish your drink, and maybe another, we’ll head back to the castle, and see what happens. That’s the best answer I can give you.”

“Sebastian, he knew about this before now, surely? Was this his idea?”

“It was a mutual idea, we came up with it together. Now, please Ominis, let's not talk about this anymore right now. I just want to enjoy your company, a girl and her best boys out for some fun on a lovely day.”

He flashes you a smile, taking your hand as Sebastian returns to the table, another round of Butterbeers in his hands. “Okay, Little Dove.” Your eyes widen at the pet name, having never heard him call you that before. 

The three of you spend the next hour drinking and pretending your minds weren't on what you had confessed. As you finish your third round, a nice buzz having set in, you sigh, letting your head fall onto Sebastians shoulder. 

“I’m ready to go, boys.” Sebastian rips you out of the booth, his eagerness for what might happen showing. You gather your goodies, taking Ominis by the hand. As you silently make your way through the crowded Hogsmeade streets, your mind wanders and you study the boys. You can feel the excitement and hesitation coming from both of them, settling around you like a dense fog.

“Are things awkward now?” The words come out louder than you meant, startling them. 

“No.” 

“Of course not.”

Their tone betrays them, and you chuckle as you respond. “Liars.” You pull them to the side of the path. “Talk to me, loves, what’s wrong?”

Ominis turns his head away from your voice, a frown on his face. You bring your hand up and gently turn his head back to you, lowering your voice.

“What is it, Ominis?”

“Are...are you sure you want to do this, MC? What if -”

You interrupt him as you bring your lips down on his, your hand tightening around his jaw, holding him in place. 

“What is it with the two of you and kissing me before I can finish my sentence?” His voice is slightly raised but there’s a smile on his face. He lowers his voice, a touch of caution in his tone, trying not to get his hopes up. “I’m still not sure about this, but I’m willing to go along for now.” 

Sebastian steps closer, gently bringing his lips down on yours, hugging you to him, whispering in your ear. “Don’t forget you have the power to stop this at any time, MC. It's all up to you and I’ll support you no matter what, love.”

You break away from him, a loving smile on your face. Reaching for Ominis’ hand once more you pull them both in the direction of the castle.

“Come on boys, let's see what kind of trouble we can get ourselves into.”  

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Sebastian leads you through the passage to the Undercroft, his hands on your waist, kissing you passionately. He knew the effect drinking had on you, taking full advantage of your needy state to spur on Ominis’ desires, hoping it would entice him to stay. Your hand never left Ominis’, ensuring he couldn't get away, until you heard the gate close behind him. Dropping his hand, you bring your arms up to wrap around Sebastains neck, moaning against his lips. His hands grip your thighs, picking you up, your legs wrapping around him instinctively. 

“Fuck, I want you, Princess. I love when you get needy like this.”

He walks you over to the sofa a few feet away, setting you down gently, pulling at your shirt. “Take this off.” He rips his own shirt off, tossing it to the floor with yours, hands eagerly tracing over your exposed skin. “Take your skirt off too, I want to see more of you.” You shuffle around on the sofa, trying to get your skirt off, letting out a frustrated sigh. Sebastian pulls you to your feet, nimble fingers slipping under the waistband, pushing the skirt down until it falls to the floor. You kick off your shoes, dropping them next to Sebastians, quickly pushing the pile of clothing to the side with your foot. Sebastian spins you around, pressing your ass against him, a low groan escaping him at the contact. His cock bulges in his pants and he rocks his hips, seeking out friction. 

“Baby, you’ve got me so hard. If I don’t get out of these pants soon, they're going to rip.”

Rolling your eyes at his dramatics, you hear a chuckle come from Ominis. You turn your head to look at him. He’s leaning against the closest stone column, only three feet away, his wand in his hand, its tip glowing red.  

Sebastian sees you looking, and pressing his head to your shoulder, speaks in a voice just loud enough for Ominis to hear.

“He’ll join when he’s ready. In the meantime, will you suck my cock, Princess? You look so fucking beautiful when you do.” 

He takes a step back, quickly undoing his pants, pushing them to his ankles, his thick cock springing free. You’ve seen it close to a hundred times before, but you still got excited, dropping to your knees, ignoring the chill of the stone floor in your anticipation. He pulls the pants off, tossing them with your growing pile of clothes, coming to stand in front of you, hands tangling in your hair. You lean forward, giving his pink head a little kiss, something he always told you only made him harder, before opening your mouth all the way. He lets out a low groan as you take him into your mouth. You bob your head, sucking him for a few minutes, moaning around him, knowing he loves the feel of the vibrations., when you hear footsteps behind you. You think it’s Ominis finally coming closer, but instead he’s pacing, an uncomfortable look on his face.

“Ominis, what’s wrong?” Sebastians voice is soft with concern.

“I shouldn't be here for this. I-I'm sorry I just can't.” 

“Ominis, wait, please.” 

“No, Sebastian, I can’t - you know how I feel - I shouldn't have even come down here with you two. We’ve all been drinking, we’re not thinking straight.”

You pull your head back, Sebastians cock coming out of your mouth with a wet pop. “I’m thinking straight” you say, feeling a lot more clear headed than you did moments ago.

His head turns towards your voice as you stand and walk to him. “Please, MC, don't tease me about this, you’re absolutely sure you want this?” he whispers softly, sensing you in front of him, head dropping. “I couldn’t take it if you changed your mind.”

“I would never, Ominis. I think we all want this.” You stand on your toes to press your lips gently to his. 

“We do.” Sebastians breathy voice sounds from behind you as he presses his body into yours. His hand reaches for Ominis’ arm, traveling to his neck. Gently leaning over you, he presses his own lips to his best friends with a softness you didn't expect. Ominis lets out a small muffled gasp. His face reddening, he pulls back, a shocked look on his face. 

“I’m sorry, Ominis, I  shouldn’t have -” He’s cut off as Ominis leans in, bringing his lips back to Sebastians hungrily. A small chuckle escapes him as they slowly break apart after a few long moments, a soft smile on his face. 

“That was much better than the last time we kissed down here.” He lets out a small sigh “This day is taking quite a few interesting turns, isn’t it? Well then, if my ears haven't deceived me, I’m wearing far too many items of clothing compared to the two of you.” His voice drops, his lust rising to the surface. “Help me fix it?”

You quickly reach for the top button of his shirt, Sebastians arms squeezing your sides as he reaches around you for the lower buttons. As Ominis’ shirt falls open you lose all focus, pushing the shirt off his shoulders, drinking him in. 

“You're staring, love” Sebastian chuckles in your ear, happy to tease you for Ominis’ pleasure. 

“I don't mind.'' Ominis says softly, hands coming up to search for your bodies, one landing on your hip, the other on Sebastians chest. He seems content to stand this way forever, but you want more. You need more. Standing on your toes you place kisses on his shoulders, working your way down, you pepper his soft skin with increasingly needy kisses, stopping only when Sebastian presses himself even closer against you. You can feel his need, his hard cock poking your back. 

He reaches for the clasp of Ominis’ belt as he brings his lips down on the blondes once again, moaning with need. You shoo Sebastians hands away and undo Ominis’ pants yourself, pulling them down to release his cock. You let out a loud gasp as you lay eyes on him. Above you the boys break apart, Ominis’ eyes going wide. 

“What?! Is it okay?!” 

You press your butt against Sebastian, hoping he’ll get the hint to back up, you need to see this new toy at eye level. Sebastian laughs as he backs up, giving  you plenty of room. You drop to your knees enthralled by Ominis, even tilting your head to check out his balls.  

“Will someone please tell me what is happening?!” 

“Everything's fine Ominis, MCs just too busy falling in love with your cock to speak at the moment.” 

“Oh, really? Is that so, MC?” 

You answer his question by taking him into your hand, squeezing his length softly before tilting your head and running your tongue along the underside of his shaft. The moan that comes from him is everything you hoped it would be, slightly high pitched, a little whiny, and not at all like the proper, buttoned-up boy you had come to know. 

You feel a tug in your chest and look back at Sebastian, your hand reaching for his. You loved him so much, could never do this without him, and no matter how the day ended you knew this would only bring you closer, make you stronger. He takes your hand, squeezing it to tell you he understands and feels the same. You share a soft smile before turning back to Ominis. 

Your arms snake around his thighs, giving his ass a quick squeeze purely because you can, you lick your lips and greedily wrap them around his cock. While you bob your head on him, his hands find their way into your hair, running through the strands softly as he moans. Within minutes his hands slide down to grip your jaw, holding your head still as he thrust himself in and out of your mouth at a rapidly increasing pace. You open your mouth wider and stick out your tongue, trying not to gag when he hits the back of your throat, his moaning getting louder. 

“Fuck, Little Dove, your mouth feels incredible.” His warm cum fills your mouth, slipping down your throat as he slows his thrust, letting go of your jaw. You pull your head back, taking large gasps, desperate to fill your lungs again, the sound of it clearing Ominis’ lust fogged head. 

“Oh, god, MC, I’m terribly sorry, are you alright? I don’t know what came over me.” 

“I’m alright, Ominis, don't worry. You lost yourself in the moment, it happens.” Standing up you kiss his lips gently, but he pulls away, still unsure.

“I’ve wanted that for so long but that wasn’t at all how I imagined our first time going. MC, I’m truly sorry.”

“Ominis, I think we’re all going to have a moment like that today, losing ourselves in an action we’ve wanted to happen for a while.” Leaning forward, you say softly in his ear, “Mine will be when I finally have your cock inside me. I’ve been thinking about it for months.”  

“Oh, yeah?” he replies playfully, a deep blush spreading over his face, before kissing you deeply.  

Sebastian stands a few feet away, watching you, thinking about the moment he hoped to lose control of himself in. He didn’t dare speak it aloud, knowing it wouldn’t happen today, if at all, but he still clung to hope that one day Ominis might let him have his body too.   

Not one to be left out of any sexual activity, he steps forward, coming around behind Ominis, wrapping his arms around him, warm hands running up and down the other boys chest. Ominis moans at the sudden contact, leaning back against him. You watch them intently, enjoying the sight of their boundaries being shattered, their friendship turning into something more.  

“She’s amazing, isn’t she, Ominis? You want to go another round, maybe return the favor for her?” As he speaks the words, Sebastian slides his hand down Ominis’ body, gently brushing it over the other boys now slightly soft cock before reaching for you. His hand traces over you, expertly navigating your body, before slipping a finger into your wet folds. You moan softly as he pushes a second finger into you, pumping his hand slightly before pulling them out and bringing them to Ominis’ lips, gently pushing them into his mouth, whispering “taste her” into his ear. 

“There’s more where that came from, Ominis, she’s sopping wet for you.” 

You watch as Ominis’ eyes close slowly, reveling at the taste of you, a soft moan coming from his lips as Sebastian pulls his fingers out of his mouth. 

“Right, I think it’s time we got more comfortable.” You watch Sebastian search his discarded clothes for his wand, pulling it out and saying the spells to transform the room into the haven you two had built together for moments like this.  

You take Ominis by the hand, leading him to the large bed now in the middle of the room. You sit on the edge then fall back onto the cool silk sheets, hair flying out behind you, arms raised up next to your head. Sebastian lies next to you, gently resting his head on your arm. 

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, baby.” He runs his hand over your abdomen and chest, unable to resist squeezing your breasts. “Ominis, get in here and touch her before I lose control and need to have her all to myself.” His last few words come out as a growl. He's desperate to have you, only holding out to let Ominis go first. 

Your eyes flick down to where Ominis stands at the end of the bed. You bend your legs, resting them on the bed in front of him. He leans forward, hands finding your knees. His hands run down your thighs, his touch featherlight, before slipping under your ass and pulling you closer to him. He takes a minute to enjoy the feel of your soft skin on his before getting to his knees, his nose less than an inch from your folds. Next to you, Sebastian lifts his head to watch your reaction to Ominis’ first move, but the move doesn’t come. 

“Ominis?” 

“I’m sorry, my dear, I’m a little nervous, truth be told.”

As he speaks his breath hits your aching folds and you moan, your back arching, your hands seeking out Sebastians hair. You grab a handful, pulling his head closer. “I need him, Sebastian. Help him.” you say in a desperate whimper.  

Sebastian lets out a laugh at how needy you are, gently prying your hand out of his hair. “Don’t be nervous Omi, the worst that MC can do is suffocate you between her thighs, but even that's quite enjoyable.” You roll your eyes and smile at him as he laughs. “Bring your face closer to her, just start by kind of kissing it, then add a little tongue to the mix. You’ll know what she likes by the delicious sounds she makes.” 

Ominis follows his advice, pressing his lips against you, the feeling enough to make you see spots. You lay your head back on the sheets with a sigh, quickly followed by a loud moan as Ominis’ tongue runs over your clit. 

“Oh, she liked that” comes his muffled voice, before he eagerly does it again. 

“Fuuuucck, Ominis.” Your hand slips between your legs, settling in his soft blonde hair, tugging at the strands and gently pressing his head closer. He lets out a soft moan at the sensation. Beside you Sebastian shifts around on the bed. You turn your head to face him, a questioning look on your face. He bends and kisses your forehead “I’m okay love, but I’ve got to see him eat your pretty pussy.” He moves to the edge of the bed, leaning against your leg, his head bent to see Ominis’ ministrations. As Ominis’ tongue laps at your soaking folds, you hear Sebastian whispering to him, all thoughts of what he could possibly be saying at a time like this disappearing a moment later as Ominis slips a long, slender finger inside you. You let out a surprised gasp, followed by another low moan as he adds another finger and immediately curls them. You can’t help but moan his name as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, his tongue swirling around your clit. 

With the few brain cells you can pull away from the fog of your coming orgasm, you wonder if this really was a good idea, Sebastian and Ominis pleasuring you together might just kill you. As your legs begin to shake, you decide it would be the best possible way to go. You grip Ominis head, pulling him closer with need, your hips bucking, you let out a string of incoherent moans and curses, begging him not to stop. You hear Sebastian moaning loudly too and look down to find Ominis’ free hand wrapped around his cock, absentmindedly stroking it. The sight is enough to send you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you hard. You tremble under Sebastians heavy arm, not knowing exactly when he rested it on you, your back arching, Ominis’ name tumbling from your mouth in a pleasure filled scream, joined by the low groans of Sebastians release.  

As your orgasm subsides, you reach out to stroke Sebastians hair, his head suddenly appearing within reach, still softly moaning. As you lay in your post orgasm high, Ominis pulls his fingers from you, eliciting a soft whimper from you. You watch through heavy eyelids as he stands, making it no more than two steps before Sebastian is up, arms wrapping around Ominis, bringing his lips down upon the other boys. You watch them kiss, Sebastian moaning into it, Ominis opening his mouth, letting Sebastians tongue in for a minute before they break apart. 

“Sebastian, as surprised as I am by how much I'm enjoying kissing you, you’re not the one I want to be kissing right now. I need her, Sebastian. Please say you’ll let me have her.” His voice is heavy and needy, almost begging for permission. Sebastian presses another small kiss to his lips, a soft smile on his face. 

“It’s her you really need permission from, not me, but I appreciate you asking me, Ominis.” He untangles his arms from Ominis’ waist. Ominis comes to lay down beside you, taking you into his arms, kissing your face, he presses his forehead to yours. 

“Well, Little Dove, what do you say? Do you want to continue?” His voice was sweet, genuinely concerned for your desires.

You shift around in his arms, climbing on top of him, your dripping slit perfectly situated above his cock. You chuckle softly at the groan that escapes him as you grind your hips against him. 

“You’re not leaving this room until you’ve been inside me, Ominis.”

That was all he needed to hear. Pulling you down to him, he runs both hands over your body, memorizing you, before lining himself up with your entrance. He kisses you softly as he slowly pushes into you, his low groan mixing with your breathy sigh. 

“Fuck, Ominis...” The rest of your words melt into moans as he begins to thrust his hips slowly. 

“Does he feel good inside you, baby?” 

You let out a small gasp, having almost forgotten Sebastian was here. You nod your head, your eyes struggling to stay open as you look at him, unable to control your moans, a slight blush overtaking your face at how much you're enjoying being fucked in front of him, by his best friend. He laughs at your reaction.

“Don’t be shy now, love, I’m enjoying it too. Tell me how he feels, find the words for me, Princess, I need to hear them.”

“I wouldn’t mind hearing them too.” Ominis’ words are muffled as he kisses your neck, gently running his tongue over your skin.

All you can get out between your moans is “more”, Ominis’ deliciously slow pace emptying your mind. You know that isn't enough, but Sebastian will understand what you want, you look him in the eyes and repeat the word, letting out a sigh of relief when a look of understanding flashes across his face. He chuckles, leaning down to Ominis, whispering in his ear. He gives you a wink as he sits up again, scooting closer to the edge of the bed behind him. Ominis wraps his arms around you tightly, suddenly rolling over, pinning you to the bed underneath him. You let out a loud moan as his cock slips further inside you, Sebastian reaching out to put your leg over Ominis’ shoulder, the way he knows you like it. Ominis increases his pace, little moans slipping from his lips.

“Little Dove, you never did tell us how my cock feels.”

He punctuates the last few words with harder thrust earning him a few pleasurable whimpers as he hits that perfect spot inside you. 

“Exquisite, Ominis, it feels fucking exquisite. Keep going just like that, Merlin, that feels so good.” You weren’t sure exactly how much of that had come out coherently, you were moaning so much, the new sensation of his cock in you quickly propelling you towards another orgasm. 

“Exquisite perfectly describes you as well, Little Dove. Gods I never want this to end, but you feel so good I won’t be able to hold out much longer I’m afraid, darling.” His words came out breathy around his own moans, slightly muffled as he bent his head to press little kisses to your leg on his shoulder. He kept on with his steady pace and hard thrust, quickly losing control. As his pace stutters, you wrap your leg around him. 

“I want you to cum inside me, Ominis. Will you do that?”

The question alone is enough to take him over the edge, a wish he’s had for almost a year now coming true, a high whine slipping from his lips as he thrust, his load spilling inside you. 

“Fuck, Little Dove, that was incredible. Did you finish, darling? No, well let me fix that.” 

You reach up, cupping his face in your hands, and pull him all the way down to you. Both legs now wrapped around him, you kiss him deeply as he resumes his soft thrust. As your orgasm hits, you moan his name into his mouth, arching your back as much as possible with his weight on you. When the last waves of your orgasm subside, he rests his head on your chest, breathing heavily before pressing soft kisses to your chest and stomach. He slips himself from you, both of you sighing longingly, wishing he hadn’t, and collapses face down on the bed next to you, an arm thrown over your waist.   

You lay between your boys as your breath calms. You know Sebastian is beyond ready for his turn, his hard cock pulsing against your thigh as he kisses your neck, groaning in your ear. 

“Baby, I can't wait any longer, I’ve got to have you right now.” 

You nod against his roaming lips. “How do you want me, lover?”

“I think you know, MC.” He gives you a wink, a huge grin on his face as he shoots out of the bed, coming to stand behind you. You roll over, sticking your ass in the air just the way he likes, and wait for the spank you know is coming. Confusion rocks through you as the sound of his hand hitting flesh reverberates around the room, but you don’t feel anything. You look over as a startled “What the hell, Sebastian” comes from the blonde next to you. 

“Yeah, what the hell, Sebastian, that was my spank.” You stick your lip out in a pout as he laughs. 

“Sorry, Princess, you’ll get yours next. I didn’t want Ominis to fall asleep before the show was over. I think he’s going to enjoy this next part.” He hands Ominis his wand, wanting him to get as full of an experience as he can. “Come get in front of her, Ominis. Yeah, just like that. MC move forward a little, I want your face right above his cock.” 

You crawl towards Ominis, settling between his legs, your breath blowing across his cock, making him smile. You let out a low groan as Sebastian brings his hand down hard on your ass, a smile spreading across your face as he calls you a good girl. Sebastian gets into place behind you, lining himself up and pushing into you without another word, a loud moan coming from both of you. You adored the way Ominis’ slightly lengthier cock felt inside you, but there was something about the way Sebastian stretched you that felt like utter bliss. You were only slightly embarrassed to be moaning his name before he even started moving. He brings his hand down on your ass one more time as he begins thrusting hard and quick, his thighs slapping against you, his grip on your thighs hard enough to bruise. You bend your head as he continues, moaning softly, now realizing why Sebastian wanted Ominis in front of you. He must have the perfect view of the two of you. With your head buried in Ominis’ hip, you both knew it would only be a matter of time before your hand came up to stroke his cock. You curse under your breath, sometimes hating how well Sebastian knew you. Sebastian lets out a low groan as you take Ominis into your hand, unable to resist the temptation. 

“That’s my girl, my little slut.” He chuckles but his tone holds nothing but love and devotion for you. “Stroke his cock, MC. Is it everything you imagined it would be?”

Though he was pounding into you hard, making it difficult to think about anything else, you knew from experience he expected an answer. “It’s better. Bigger than I thought it would be, I like the curve it has...Fuck, Sebastian, that feels so gooood.” 

“Your pussy feels amazing, Princess, so slick from Ominis’ cum. Come here, I want you closer.”

You let go of Ominis’ cock, his quiet moaning stopping with a sigh, pushing yourself up as Sebastians arm wraps around your torso, pulling you to him. His other hand leaves your hip, tangling in your hair, pulling your head back onto his shoulder. He leans down, sucking at your neck as he speaks to you, his thrusting slowing only a little. 

“Are you glad we did this, love? Me too. Should we do it again? I agree.” He raises his head, smirking at the large red mark already blooming on your neck. 

“And you, Ominis?” You both look at him, stroking his cock to the sounds of your fucking, clearly enjoying himself, a large grin on his face.

“If you’ll have me, I would love nothing more, my dears.” Still holding his wand aloft, he waits patiently as Sebastian untangles his limbs from you, pausing his thrusting, much to your disappointment. 

“Come here and kiss us, Ominis.” At his words you stretch out your arm to pull him to you. When he is steady in front of you, Sebastian leans forward to kiss him, whispering “Of course we want you” against his lips. 

“We’re really doing this, aren’t we. There’ll be no going back now, I suppose, not that I want to go back.” Ominis’ voice shakes a little as he speaks and you bring your hand up to cup his cheek. 

“We’re really doing this, Ominis.” You lean in to kiss him, the kiss somehow making it feel official. 

“Right, now that we’ve settled that, do you mind if I finally cum in you, MC? I thought we should talk things over before the post-orgasm haze overtakes us, but I can’t hold it in much longer.” He kisses your cheek as he begins his hard thrusting again, not waiting for an answer, his arms wrapping around you. 

You pull Ominis back to you for more kisses as Sebastian pounds into you, your moans getting lost in his mouth.  As Sebastians pace begins to falter, his head on your shoulder, you break away from Ominis.

“Cum for me, Sebastian, cum inside your princess.” 

He lets out a deep groan at your words, letting go as his orgasm rocks through him, your name coming from him in a high-pitched whine, the highest you’ve ever heard from him. 

“Fuck, Sebastian, I’ve never heard you hit that note before.”

“I wanted Ominis to have you all to himself the first time, but the waiting nearly killed me, watching you with him only making it worse. I’m going to be more involved from the get go from now on, Ominis.” 

He was breathing heavily on your shoulder, still squeezing you to him, planting small kisses on your skin. “You’re so sexy, Princess. I love you. I know you didn’t finish, but I’ve got to lie down. Give me five minutes and I’ll have you coming on my tongue. Did I mention I love you?” He pulls out of you and falls onto the bed next to you. You gently push Ominis down the opposite way of Sebastian, before crawling in between them, the three of you snuggling close together. 

“So, you call her Princess?” 

You let out a laugh as Sebastians face grew red, thinking it an odd thing to be embarrassed about after everything that just happened. 

“Yes, Ominis, I do. Because that’s what she is. My goddamn princess.”

“Well, your goddamn princess is ready to cum again, so let's go, Sebastian.” 

“Something else to know about MC, Ominis, she’s insatiable just like me. You’re in for a wild ride with us.” 

“I’m starting to realize that, Sebastian, and I’m more than ready for it.”  

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Sebastian & Ominis Pre-Smut 🔞 NSFW

Ominis and Sebastian have a secret meeting in the Undercroft... with a surprise guest!

(Don't worry, they are "aged up")

(sound on, please!)