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Fissured Composure - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader

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

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

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

Word Count: 6.2k

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

Full fic can be found here on Ao3 as always !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sparring? What the hell for?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Everything, with you - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC/Reader

Tags/Warnings: 18+ | Breeding Kink | Size Kink | explicit sexual content | Dad!Seb

All tags can be found on Ao3

Summary:

"Watching you carry my children is one of life's greatest pleasures. If it's possible - you're more beautiful now than you've ever been.”

“Do you ever think about…”

“Having another one?”

A/N This works as a stand-alone but if you happened to have read either of my long fics this would sit either after the epilogue of 'Whatever it Takes' or in between the final chapter and the epilogue of 'In the Shadow of Us' (but I omitted the Azkaban references so it works for both). I have literally nothing to say for myself for this one other than...

For the thicc Seb girlies 💕

Dark curly hair tickled the underside of Sebastian's chin as he adjusted his son nestled in his lap. Book resting against his knee which was bent at an awkward and rather uncomfortable angle where he'd managed to cram himself onto Sam's little bed. Sebastian’s neck ached and his left leg was almost completely dead. Not that he minded. He knew his youngest would outgrow this one day, and would no longer need his father to read him fairytales. So Sebastian succumbed easily to Sam’s pleading and let himself be the dutiful mountain against which his son could rest.

"Now, this word’s a little tricky, so take your time with it,” Sebastian tapped his finger on the page. "What does this say?"

"I'm not sure." Sam frowned. He traced his pudgy finger over the unfamiliar word and along the bright plume of fiery feathers printed in rich shades of red and gold on the page. The enchanted bird ruffled its wings as it clicked its beak attempting to nip at Sam's fingers. Each time the bird squawked soundlessly as he stroked its plumage Sam giggled with delight.

"Sound it out. You see right here? The 'Ph' makes an ‘f’ sound.”

"Like ‘t’ and ‘h’ make a 'the' sound?"

“Exactly right. Two letters. One sound,” Sebastian said, ruffling his boy's hair proudly.

Alice, his eldest had always had an uncanny ability to memorise words. Could recall the contents of practically every book he'd ever given her once she’d devoured it. She'd taken great pride in unnerving her primary school teacher by listing every ingredient in ‘A draft of living death’. Which may have seemed like a feat within itself…until she’d insisted on doing it backwards.

His unique form of parenting had been called into question more than once by her teachers but who was he to tell his daughter that ‘most potent potions’ was not appropriate bedtime reading? Restricting her inquisitive mind would be a far greater sin.

Sam's little mind on the other hand worked like a tinker. Slower it may seem than his sister as he pieced together meaning. But that wasn’t nearly the case. Simply because he liked to fiddle with things more than his sister. Take a word apart and rearrange it before dismantling it again entirely. He picked apart the rules as he learnt them. All whilst, humming sagely from time to time like he was some great philosopher and he wasn't in fact, a boy of four who had spent the morning sulking when there was no honey left in the pantry for his toast.

“Try sounding it out," he encouraged.

"Fee-nix?" Sam’s brows furrowed slightly the new word unfamiliar and clunky on his tongue. "Pheonix?"

"That’s it. You’re doing well. Now I know you know the rest of it. Reckon you can read the full sentence?”

"The p-phoenix went up in…smoke?"

"Clever boy!"

Sam turned to look up at Sebastian, puffing out his chest with pride. Sebastian kissed the crown of his head affectionately. Sam burrowed his head into his shirt trying and failing to disguise a yawn against his father's chest.

Snapping the book closed and placing it on his bedside table. Sebastian scooped him up as he shifted off the small bed placing his son snuggly under the quilt constellations in golden thread adorned its edges.

“Right, I think that's enough for tonight. Bedtime for you mister.”

“But I'm not tired,” Sam protested. Rubbing his drooping eyelids which did little to rally his father to his plight. Eyes so like his mother's framed under furrowed dark brows. Stubbornness was an inherited trait and with how pigheaded he and his wife could be Sebastian should have known his children would be no different.

“I'm sure you're not,” Sebastian chuckled. Tucking the blankets tighter around his squirming limbs. “But it's already way past your bedtime. If you settle down I’ll put the stars up - How does that sound?”

Sam grinned, nodding his head eagerly as he buried his head deeper into his pillow. Sebastian pulled out his wand. Sam’s eyes lighting up. Glittering as they always get in his eyes when either of her parents performed even the simplest of charms. With an unnecessarily large flourish, Sebastian extinguished the bedside lantern plunging them into darkness. He whispered his modified charm.

Stars small but dazzling began to twinkle into life one by one across the steepled ceiling painting the cosmos across the wooden beams.

It wasn’t nearly as elaborate as the charm in the Hogwarts great hall that had given Sebastian the inspiration. Not quite a replication of the overcast sky outside, but to Sam’s childlike wonder; his father could conjure the heavens in his bedroom. Pluck the stars from the sky so he could sleep bathed in starlight.

For all his folly into the persuits into the darker sides of magic - there was no spell more powerful than the ones that made his children’s life a little more magical.

“Night, Dad.”

***

Undoing the buttons of his shirt Sebastian shucking the material from his shoulders. Wincing as he kneaded at the tight knot that had formed in his neck from too long spent hunched over in his son's small bed. Stretching like a bear ripe from hibernation joints cracking audibly.

His dark brows lifted in alarm as he caught his reflection in the ornate oblong mirror tucked into the corner of their bedroom.

Sebastian had always looked like his father. Same bow to their lips, unruly chestnut hair and soft brown eyes like sodden earth after rain. He could practically divine how his features would change using the brushstrokes of the portrait of his parents that hung proudly on the stairs.

But it was the things that went beyond the superficial that made his parents' old friends stumble on his name and acquaintances double-take in the street as if the dead still walked among them. The determined set of his jaw, the curious glint in his eye. There truly had never been any mistaking exactly who Sebastian’s father was.

But he didn’t just look like his Dad ; he looked like a Dad.

Not that he'd ever been particularly lean . A stockiness to his frame as all Sallow men carried. Violence practically carved into his marrow. Built more for quidditch or boxing, than for scholarly pursuits he'd always been drawn to; but this was getting out of hand.

Sebastian frowned at his reflection. Still strong in the trunk in a way that he never minded, especially not with how it elicited such sinful looks from his wife but he had become notably softer around the middle. What had once been a sparse tuft of hair on his chest he’d taken great pride as a lad, was now thick dark hair trailing down his stomach.

It seemed as unprepared Sebastian had been, stumbling bowlegged and awkwardly into fatherhood, not having nearly enough time with his own to have much to go off; his body had settled far quicker into his new role than he had.

Scratching at the short beard he kept neatly trimmed. Well, for what could pass as neat considering his hair was unruly no matter where it grew. Sebastian twisted and turned, appraising himself from different angles.

When was the last time he'd duelled? Worked up any kind of sweat?

Perhaps he should consider himself lucky he was in the shape he was. Carrying his children upstairs to bed and lugging stacks of heavy stacks of old manuscripts and attifacts charmed against magical interference around the Department of Mysteries hardly counted as exercise. The closest thing anyone would consider vigorous was fucking his wife. But then again holding her small frame against a wall hardly felt like work.

He rotated his joints, and the tendons of muscle in his heavy shoulders flexed under freckled skin. An old puckered scar long faded to white across his shoulder now a mere remnant from his past life. Underneath the soft exterior of the doting father he’d become still lurked the shadow of the hellion youth he’d once been.

Delicate hands slithered around his middle running along the breadth of him stroking at the hair on his chest. Her warm cheek came to rest, nestled between his shoulder blades. Sighing affectionately, her breath tickling his skin. Sebastian leaned into her touch, even after all these years he still felt sparks.

"If you keep scowling your face will get stuck like that,” she chided. Sebastian snorted twisting in her hold to face her. She’d loosened the soft braids she usually wore at her temples so her hair hung loose around her shoulders. She smiled up at him, crooked and his heart stuttered in an unsteady rhythm.

“Alice, go down without any fuss?”

“Has she ever?” She quirked an eyebrow at him far more amused by their daughters' antics than cross. “Caught her trying to get into your study after I put her to bed - again. Luckily she isn’t half as stealthy as she is mischievous.”

Sebastian grinned at her, arching his eyebrows. “She gets that from you.”

“I think Scribner would have disagreed.” She said rolling her eyes. “But something tells me it's not Alice's nocturnal antics causing that face. Tell me what's wrong my love?"

Placing a warm hand against his cheek fingers combing through the hair on his chin. He shifted uncomfortably under the weight of her gaze. Failing to suppress the heat he could feel rising in his cheeks most likely staining the tops of his ears.

"Nothing, Pet. I’m uh-” he hesitated, wincing slightly. Perhaps she hadn’t noticed. And is she hadn't, he was reluctant to point it out. Lest it change the way she looked at him. She was still as radiant the first time he'd laid eyes on her but Sebastian was a far cry from the roguish boy who'd made her heart race.

He leaned heavily into her hand resting against his chin. Letting the tenderness of her touch and softness of her gaze quell the unease. “Just carrying a bit more timber than I'm used to. I hadn’t noticed how much the years had caught up to me. After two kids and all."

"You’ll always be the same stubborn and reckless boy to me," she wrapped her arms around him tighter. It was only a chaste peck but an inexplicable blush darkened her cheeks as she nibbled on the inside of her cheek contemplatively. Her hands grazed along Sebastian’s freckled shoulders, through the sparse hair on his chest nails scratching softly. "But I must admit…I rather like you like this. Broad. Manly.”

" Oh - Do you now?" he smirked. Admiring the flush that had stained her cheeks at her admission.

Seeming to take an unnatural amount of interest in the pattern of their curtains she averted her eyes blushing deeply. "Yes. I do. And don't let it go to your big head.”

Far too late for that. After all these years she should really have known better. His chest already swelling with pride a smug smile pulling at the corner of his freckled cheeks.

Tugging at the sleeve of her pale blue dress. The cotton slipped away to expose more of her skin. Sebastian snaked his hand around her waist to settle on the small of her back. Ducking his head to pepper kisses along the dip of her shoulder.

The faint smell of mallowsweet that always clung to her hair far sweeter than any perfume; a herb balm that had soothed and tamed his stubborn heart. Heat rose where he'd exposed her as Sebastian's mouth worked its way down her neck towards her clavicle. Her fingers pressed a little harder into his flesh feeling the tight coils of muscle that still lurked underneath.

Despite Sebastian's intention of letting his wife thoroughly enjoy the body, she found so desirable. She seemed distracted. Her breathing hitched a little as he grazed his teeth over her delicate throat. Sucking in just a way that would usually drive all the thoughts from her pretty head - that was not the case tonight.

“Besides - it's not like I look the same as I did before Alice and Sam.”

"Mmm, but watching you carry my children is one of life's greatest pleasures. If it's possible - you're more beautiful now than you've ever been.”

“Do you ever think about…”

She trailed off. Mouth opened and closed lamely as she searched for the words her eyebrows furrowed.

“Having another one?”

The high-pitched and uncharacteristically nervous noise of agreement she emitted made Sebastian pause his efforts to adorn her shoulder with dark love bites which were now blooming like wild grapes.

It was rare to see his wife nervous. Even rarer still for her mind to be elsewhere when it came to their marital relations. But he could understand her trepidation; it wasn’t as if either of their children had exactly been planned.

Before either of them were born he often wondered if they should have been parents. Not a single guardian between them to cobble together any semblance of what a parent should be. A trail of lost souls he'd not been able to protect.

Hazy memories of love weren't exactly a blueprint for success.

So Sebastian packed those feelings away even before he'd let them fully bubble to the surface. Resigned perhaps to the fact that although she may have fallen in love with the rough-edged boy he’d been; she'd still bore witness to the worst of him. A dark unsightly stain on his soul he kept cloistered away but they both knew would never leave him. Or her.

And why would either of them want to burden a child with him as their father; or her with his last name? It did not do to dwell on something Sebastian never thought he’d be able to have.

Then one day their world shifted and as willfully unprepared as they’d been for it; so did they.

Alice bloomed in the cracks of space in their lives they hadn’t known something had been missing. But perhaps had always left vacant and wanting for her.

Sam, followed so shortly after. Alice - barely a year old when they’d realised three would quickly become four.

By then, Sebastian had put to rest that gnawing anxiety that told him perhaps they should have never been parents. Fatherhood suited him. Soothed an old ache that had been throbbing since the passing of his own and now he wore it like a familiar coat.

He allowed himself to bask in the elation of their growing family; in a way, he’d not been able to with Alice. Not only taking pride in his wife, who practically glowed more beautiful than he’d ever seen her; but pleasure in watching her stomach swell once again with his child.

So much in fact, he lamented over the missed opportunity for what it would be like to take her with the sole intention of filling her with life. Could practically taste it every time he felt her unravelling on his cock. Dragged his feet at the apothecary when she asked him to purchase extra dandelion root for her monthly brew in the years that followed.

Already Sebastian could feel his blood rushing south at the thought. Inhaling sharply, calming his heart which was now thumping hard against his sternum as that familiar desire pooled.

“I love our family. Alice and Sam, are plenty troublesome and we have our hands full as it is,” he began carefully.

Sebastian cupped her chin, shifting her soft gaze to his. The smile he wore, genuine if a little weak. What he said was true. Sebastian did not wish to burden her with making such a decision simply to satisfy his elicit fantasies. He would not begrudge her if she didn’t want another child after she’d given him so much - more than he’d ever let himself hope for.

But she visibly deflated with his words. “Oh…so you wouldn't want another one?”

“No! I mean- not ‘ no’ . Merlin, it’s quite the opposite. In fact, I think I’ll always want more ,” Sebastian spluttered. Tongue tied and feeling the opportunity slipping through his fingers Sebastian took a breath to right himself. “Neither of us has much in the way of family outside of the one we made for ourselves - each child you give me is the greatest blessing I never thought I’d have. I’d love nothing more than to grow the family that we created.”

“I just want to know you're sure. You don't have to just because I want one.”

“There is nothing within my power that I would not give you. But, trust me love there are other reasons it appeals to me.”

“Oh?”

Hands glided down her spine grabbing the soft curve of her backside. Her eyes widened as he pulled her flush against his body where she could feel the growing bulge press against her stomach. Tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, Sebastian ducked his head to nip gently at her earlobe before he whispered.

“Getting to fuck you purely with the intention of filling you with my seed. Watching you swell with another of my children. Breeding you. ” His voice, a low rumble reverberating from deep in his chest. Domineering. Predatory. Every point his body was pressed against hers felt like a fire that ignited a desire that lay dormant inside him. Desperate to claw its way out. Claim her as his - again . "Wearing the evidence under those pretty dresses of yours for everyone to see. So they know exactly what you let me do to you. Who you belong to.”

A visible shiver ran down her spine. Goosebumps prickling across her skin at the filth of his words. Feeling pressed hard against her stomach exactly how much the idea appealed to him.

“Sebastian-”

“Tell me you want it and it’s yours,” he murmured huskily against her neck. Nipping at that spot below her jaw he knew made her knees buckle.

His little witch had never been the obedient sort, as wild and stubborn as a poorly bottled lightning. But after all these years together - Sebastian knew exactly which buttons to push. How to make her laugh so hard her cheeks ached from smiling; a sound so perfect it washed his worries away like a tide. The ones that made rage; burn so fiercely he was reminded she was barely a witch at all but a dragon merely playing at domesticity.

Most favourably to Sebastian were the ones that turned every rational coherent thought in her head into a blinding fog of lust.

He trailed kisses across her skin, her pulse quickening under the tender brush of his lips. An eager whine slipped from her throat. Hips pushing against his in search of friction to soothe the heat pooling in her abdomen.

“Yes- fuck. Please, I want that. Another baby. Your baby.”

The choked sound that clawed its way out of Sebastian’s throat sounded far from anything human. Somewhere between a groan and a growl.

Wasting not a second longer he grasped her hips lifting her swiftly as if she weighed nothing at all. Thighs wrapped tightly around his hips as she moulded into him. Heat radiated from her core barely concealed behind the thin fabric of her undergarment.

Fingers tangling in his hair, she pulled his lips forcefully to hers. Kissing him greedily. Tongue delved between his parted lips as if he were the air she breathed.

From the way she ground her hips insistently, his wife cared little if it drove him to distraction; she knew there was no way Sebastian would let her fall.

Carrying her over to the bed to practically launch her down onto the mattress. Hooded eyes, devoured every inch of her husband standing above her. Her dress dishevelled had ridden up to expose the tops of her thighs which squeezed together in anticipation. Sebastian palmed his hard length through biting hard on his lip to stifle a moan.

Her nimble fingers came quickly to fumble with the buttons of her dress. Sebastian batted her hand away with a grunt to tear into them himself. His mouth trailed kisses further down her body with every inch he exposed.

Stopping as in his journey towards her core to pay particular attention to the soft curve of her belly. She whined under every press of his lips against her stomach squirming impatiently under Sebastian with the need for him to fill the womb he worshipped so reverently.

Sebastian pulled her hips sharply towards the edge of their bed dropping to his knees between her spread legs. Folds already glistening with unrestrained desire. Sebastian ran the tip of his nose through the sparse hairs. The heat of his breath teased against her growing slick. Shivering with anticipation her hips bucked craving - no, needing Sebastian to provide relief to the ache between her legs.

“Sebastian - please,” she whined.

“Impatient,” he scolded. Despite his own clothed erection strained against his trousers twitching desperate to be buried inside his wife’s impossibly tight core. But to Sebastian there no more perfect sight than her laid out before him. Bare, flushed and eyes darkened with desire. A nymph from some Greek tragedy he hadn’t tamed; rather merely a disciple come to worship at her altar. “Such a good girl. Already so wet for me.”

Her fingers tangled harshly in his hair hips bucking as Sebastian at last ended her torment. Licking a broad stripe with the flat of his tongue across her weeping entrance. Her head fell back in a broken whine finally relieving her from her torture. Sebastian released a groan of his own against her folds, lapping more needly at the growing slick. Savouring every drop she offered him. A man lost in a desert and her his bountiful oasis.

He knew her body better than he knew his own. Chasing her keening mewls a wordless plea for more, pleasure only he could offer her as he flicked and curled his tongue against the hooded bundle of nerves. Releasing his grip on her hip to slide his fingers into her tight heat. Savouring how her fluttering walls gripped him as he worked her open with every pump and curl of his fingers.

Her back arched, legs shaking the cool satin sheets scrunched in her fists as she writhed in ecstasy. Clinging desperately to them a last bastion of as she teetered on the edge of oblivion.

He chanced a glance up at her, mouth still servicing her fervently. Their eyes locked her voice caught on a silent plea for release. Sebastian sucked. Devouring her quivering clit and she broke.

Screaming curses and praise to forgotten deities her body jerking to grind frantically against his tongue. Sebastian’s hips rutted forward into nothingness as her body clenching around his fingers as he brought her to climax. His own need growing almost unbearable as he felt her dissolved into pleasure needing to feel that pulsing release around his cock not just his fingers.

His patience was now paper thin, he needed to be inside of her and from the way her fingers tugged at his chestnut hair impatiently as her orgasm ebbed - she seemed to agree.

Bed springs creaked as he crawled onto the bed beside her. He slid his hands along the dip of her waist gripping her soft flesh to flip her onto her stomach.

She peering back at him from over her shoulder. Her lips were swollen, her hair in a wild tangle but her eyes burning into him as if she could set him alight - daring him to take her as she arched her hips up and back towards Sebastian.

Gripping her side he bared down on her. Large body resting heavily against her back she curled up into him sighing contentedly at the feeling of his weight resting against her.

How many wizards had coveted her affection since their school days? Cursed the very ground Sebastian walked on because since the day she’d become his. His cock achingly hard grinding against her arse at the mere thought of her wearing the reminder to them all exactly who she belonged to under her dress.

He scrambled with the buttons on his breeches before pulling them off entirely cock springing free arching proudly and achingly hard. Slit glistening in anticipation that coil inside of him already tightly wound at the mere thought of filling her.

"Going to fuck even more of my kids into you," he purred low in her ear as he settled himself between her legs dragging the head of his cock through her spit-slicked folds. Their nerves practically vibrating with carnal anticipation.

She cried out, broken and rasping as Sebastian finally pressed into her with a strong deliberate thrust. Stretching her open inch by inch groaning low, his head falling against her back when he buried himself inside her to the hilt. The sheen of sweat coating her back salty on his tongue as he mouthed brainlessly at her bare flesh.

“Fuck,” she hissed as Sebastian began to cant his hips in deep maddening strokes. He hadn't expected such a lustful fog to overcome him. Like some primitive part of his brain had overcome him and now he was entirely consumed with the thought of her. Filling her with seed.

His eyes flicked up catching their reflection in the mirror. Sebastian groaned her name as he watched himself pounding into her relentlessly. Tiny body nestled under his own her spine curved in pleasure but her face was buried in the sheets. Stifling the delicious sounds of ecstasy she only made for him into the mattress.

Sebastian grunted in annoyance. Snapping his hips harder she only seemed to bit down harder on the sheets.

He didn’t just want her to feel him filling her with life; he wanted her to bear witness to it.

Tucking his arm around her waist he hauled her up flush against his body. Her yelp of surprise dissolving into a moan as the new angle had her sinking deeper onto his cock. Her back pressed against his chest she rolled her hips, eyelashes fluttering as his crown teased against her sweet spot. Sebastian curled a possessive hand around her throat to keep her upright. The other kneaded her breast, rolling the pert peak between his fingertips.

Despite the utterly filthy position in which he took her. Sebastian’s hands were gentle, large arms cradling her body. He whispered sweet reverent praise and encouragement into her ear with every roll of her as she sought her pleasure.

“Look at you,” he whispered. Pressing a kiss to her temple coaxing her to look and witness how fucking perfect she was. Her eyes cracked open, gaze settling on the mirror in the corner of the room. Sebastian's reflection grinned at her. She blushed deeply at the sight but she made no move to cover herself. Eyes devouring the sight of her bare, legs spread wide and impaled on Sebastian's cock.

“Fucking look at you.” He punctuated the statement with a sharp buck of his hips into her cunt.

She whined desperately with every deep maddening thrust. She leaned back further into his embrace, head tipped back in a wanton moan but she didn't tear her eyes away. As if wishing to burn this moment into her mind. Cunt fluttering greedily around his cock, coaxing more slick onto his shaft.

“Fuck- you're taking me so well. Do you- fuck. Feel how deep I am inside you?” Sebastian groaned at the slight swell of her stomach. He released her breast hand ghosting down the planes of her stomach. “I can feel you clenching around me - fuck . Feel where I'm going to fill you. Where you'll grow our child.”

He barely recognised the cadence of his voice, low gravelly more akin to a growl than anything human. He pressed a little harder onto her stomach. Feeling the head of his cock against his palm, he groaned. Forehead fell against the crook of her neck pumping into his palm as he ground into her with deep thrusts. Gently teasing his thumb over the blunt head through her soft stomach.

She whined readily, shivering with pleasure sinking deeper onto his cock with every needy roll of her hips. Blood pounding in his ears Sebastian could feel the pressure mounting. He released his hold on her throat, taking hold of her hips so hard he knew even if his seed did not take her skin would still wear the marks for days.

Leaning back so she could rest against him, his toes curling in the sheets as he found purchase to thrust into her frantic. Her arm wrapped around his neck keening and whimpering with every strong thrust.

“Please Seb- fuck. I need,” she rasped. Too deliriously close to the edge to tell him what she needed. What they both craved so desperately.

“Tell me what you want, darling,” he grunted. Peppering kisses behind her ear, along the curve of her jaw. “Do you want me to come deep inside you? Breed you? Make you mine again?”

“Yes. Gods. Yes!”

“Tell- tell me,” he grunted. Clutching her hips to pound up into her brutally. The coil inside of him tightened, feeling his release rushing in. Visions narrowing and cock twitching eagerly. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“I-I want your seed. Your baby. You. Please, Seb- fuck,” she cried out.

Deft fingers found her clit. Still so sensitive from how he’d already made her quake. Sebastian circled the swollen nub and her head tipped back in a husky moan. Grinding her hips against him, Glistening with a thin sheen of sweat everywhere their bodies were intertwined.

“You're going to look so perfect. So bloody beautiful carrying our child. My child.”

She gasped as that familiar feeling pooled in her core. “Fuck- Seb please. I'm close.”

“Fuck I can feel you. So tight - around my cock. Let go for me, my love. And I will ah - for you,” Sebastian groaned into the shell of her ear.

Despite his vision blurring as Sebastian teetered so close to the edge of nirvana, he couldn't tear his eyes from their reflection. He doubted there was a more mesmerising and all-consuming sight than watching her come completely undone. Head tipped back all words stolen by how expertly he fucked her so a tune to her body. Beads of sweat clung to every curve and dip on her.

Shimmering. Beautiful. His .

Teasing faster circles over her still-swollen clit. Bucking into her hard and faster. Biting down on his lip so hard he tasted the metallic tang of blood on his tongue as he desperately held back his release. A final uneven snap of his hips burying his cock deep inside her climax broke.

She cried out suddenly; a clap of thunder announcing a storm. Like the heavens split apart and she submitted to drown in the waves of her pleasure. Nails clawing against his shoulder. Cunt tightened and spasmed as she sucked him in impossibly deeper as Sebastian followed her. Pulling her hips down as her came hard.

Her name and filthy praise erupted from his lips in a sound he could only liken to a primal whine. Spilling his seed hot and purposeful into the deepest part of her channel. Grinding against her arse, Sebastian milked every last drop from his pulsing cock.

Willing it to take root.

Her body slumped against him boneless but every nerve alight and still shivering from the last throws of pleasure as her orgasm ebbed. Rasping in broken pants as she tried to recapture her stolen breath.

He kissed her cheek, tender, lovingly and with as much gentleness as Sebastian could muster with how he practically rattled with how hard his heart was hammering against his ribs; he shifted strong arms guiding her onto her side. Cock still sheathed inside of her. Unwilling to remove himself from her his mind still overcome and entirely consumed with the need to fill her with life.

Sebastian pushed his release deeper inside her with shallow thrusts. She whimpered hips bucking away from the overstimulation of the motion. He peppered soft apologetic kisses across the small bruises beginning to bloom around her throat wrapping his arms around her and cradling her body to him tighter. But Sebastian held firm. Hand pressing against her stomach a silent prayer. Willing his seed to take.

"I love you. You're going to look so beautiful. Full of my baby," he cooed, with a languid roll of his hips. Tucking her a sweaty lock of tangled hair behind her ear. She sighed, angling her face to meet his gaze. Dishevelled. Swollen lipped. Beautiful. Her soft crooked and familiar yet it still takes his breath away.

He'd once thought the greatest thing he could do was burn the world for her. But now he knew - It was to build one.

A life. A legacy. One that they forged and fought for together. Everything, as long as it was with her.

Despite his efforts to keep her full of him, he could already feel it leaking out around his shaft, hot and slick, coating her thighs. The crown of his cock dragged over her sweet spot before pushing his further in. “In fact - why stop at one this time? Twins do run in my family.”

“I don't think that's how it works-” she stuttered. But her core clenched greedily around his cock. Still stiff and firmly inside of her, it twitched with approval.

“Care to test the theory?”

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sloanesallow · 3 months

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Sebastian misses his girlfriend. The solution? Well, surprise her, of course! Alternatively, needy and greedy Sebastian. ✨Sebastian Sallow x F!MC Tags: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content, oral sex (f receiving), face-sitting, needy Sebastian and lots of cheesy dialogue. 2.6k words [Read on Ao3] | [Read on Wattpad]

Sebastian Sallow is an idiot.

He knows he’s an idiot and it isn’t because his roommates Ominis and Garreth tells him so almost every day. No, it’s because only an idiot—a needy, madman in love—would apparate, uninvited to his girlfriend’s flat in Marseille in the middle of the night.

This is the first time since the start of his romantic relationship with Sloane that they’ve spent significant time apart. While he works his apprenticeship at Gringotts in London, she is in the south of France, researching with an elite group of herbologists. Wary of the split from the start, time and distance has made Sebastian unwell, to put it mildly.

His need for Sloane is a thrumming pulse in his veins, an ache that won’t subside no matter how he tries to distract himself. To say he misses her is an incredible understatement. The separation gnaws at him, a relentless hunger that only her presence can satiate.

When did he become so co-dependent—or has he always been this tethered to her?

The yearning threatens to turn him mad. With an address and her in mind, he slips through space and time itself, traveling over six-hundred miles in the blink of an eye. Sebastian can smell the ocean when he materializes with a pop on a dimly lit street, glancing from the parchment in his hand to the placard on the nearby building.

He is an idiot, he thinks to himself again as he climbs the stairs as quickly and quietly as he can until he’s staring at the bronze number 8 pinned to Sloane’s door. It takes him several moments to collect his thoughts, practicing what he might say when she opens the door—Merlin, he hopes she’ll open the door.

What time is it?

His first few knocks are far too gentle, not nearly loud enough for anyone to hear. Glancing at his surroundings as if he is being watched by some unseen force, he shuffles his feet and tries again, this time rapping his knuckles a little harder against the thick wood. Nearly a minute passes and he wonders how acceptable it would be to just break in when the door creaks open.

Sebastian forgets how to breathe.

There she is, standing in the doorway—Sloane, dressed in the tiniest chemise known to mankind. Barefoot and bleary-eyed, she doesn’t seem to comprehend his presence, lazily covering her mouth as she yawns. His restraint is threadbare, fingers twitching at his sides as he resists the urge to yank her into his embrace.

“Do you always answer the door half-naked, sweetheart?” he teases, flicking his gaze from one exposed patch of skin to the next.

“I was asleep—” she mumbles half-heartedly, and he grins when realization settles across her face. “Seb—Sebastian!?”

Fuck it.

He crosses the threshold, and Sloane barely has time to react as he plucks her up off the ground and into his arms. Her legs instinctively wrap around his waist, soft hands framing his face as he kisses her like the greedy bastard he is. Sebastian kicks the door shut, relishing in the heat of her body against his. He kisses her until his lungs burn for air, pulling away just enough to alleviate the sting and look at her through heavy-lidded eyes.

“Where’s your bed?” he murmurs against her lips.

Sloane, in a surprised haze, take a moment to reply. “Down the hall.”

Sebastian steadily makes his way through the small dwelling until they reach her cozy bedroom, an organized mess of journals, potions, and plants. Her bed reminds him of the sleeping arrangements back at Hogwarts—large enough for one person, barely enough room for two. Good thing he doesn’t plan on sleeping.

Sloane lets out a breezy laugh as he flops her down on the mattress, her body stretched out for him to admire. He remains standing bedside, mirroring her delighted expression, thankful she didn’t have a negative reaction to his surprise. She watches him with sparkling eyes as he disrobes, haphazardly shedding his clothes until only his socks remain.

“Are you really here?” she asks as he shifts to hover over her, bracing his weight on his elbows. Her fingers trace the outline of his face again as if he is a figment of her imagination that might disappear.

“Yes,” he simply answers, momentarily slowing down to pepper her face with sweet kisses before trailing down the curve of her neck. She smells like fresh rain and lemon zest. “Have you been dreaming of me?”

Sloane’s coy smile and brilliant blush is enough of an answer. Her breath hitches as he nips the delicate skin above her collarbone. “But why are you here?”

“Isn’t it obvious, sweetheart?” Sebastian teases, a devious chuckle echoing against her ear. He pulls back just enough so their eyes can meet. “I missed you.”

She sighs, something between pleasure and amusement. “It’s been—”

“Three months,” he quips. “I know. But…being apart from you, Sloane…it’s harder than I ever imagined it to be.” He steals a quick peck, and then another. “Work keeps me busy, but when I go home in the evening and you’re not there, I find myself…lonely.”

“And I can’t very well go sneaking into Ominis’ room,” he comments with only a little sarcasm. “Well, I could, but I don’t think he’d appreciate me waking him up for a snuggle.”

“Is that what you call it?” Sloane’s nose scrunches up as she giggles. “You really came all the way here to…fuck?”

“Don’t say it like that!” Sebastian murmurs, hanging his head at the tickle of shame that churns his gut. The optics of his impromptu visit made him out to be an even bigger cad than usual. “Good grief, woman, you know what I mean.”

“Do I?”

“It isn’t like I’m spending every waking hour of every day in a perpetual state of sexual frustration—”

“You aren’t?”

He blinks, realizing Sloane is teasing him. She smirks, leaning up to kiss him in the soft way that always calms his heart. “I missed you too, Sebastian.”

For several moments they simply kiss, languid and unhurried despite the circumstances. A small part of him regrets this impulsive decision, knowing his time in Marseille is limited—a few hours at most. Time will tell if he’s inadvertently added to his suffering when he has to leave, not knowing when they’ll see each other again.

“How long can you stay?” she asks when he breaks away to kiss down her neck and shoulder, as if she can read his mind. Instead of answering right away, he follows the low line of her negligée, her breath hitching when he tugs the fabric down with his teeth.

“I have an appointment at the Ministry in the morning,” he says, words mumbled as he sucks her exposed nipple into his mouth. Sloane moans and it is a sound he’s been yearning to hear. “But I can be…late.”

Sebastian shifts, lowering his body down as he pushes her nightgown up, bunching it beneath her breasts. He kisses across her abdomen, dipping his tongue into her navel and grinning when she squeaks at the ticklish sensation. Sloane lifts her hips when he tugs at the band of her underwear, making it easy for him to peel them away and toss over his shoulder to join the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.

It isn’t until Sebastian is about to make himself comfortable between her spread legs that he notices something…different. He falters, eyes darting up to see Sloane biting back a cheeky smirk. His gaze drops back down to the apex of her thighs, where instead of the soft blonde curls he’s used to seeing, there is only bare flesh.

A strangled chuckle escapes him. “What did you do?”

“I did as the French do,” she simply explains, clearly amused by his bewildered reaction. “One of the other researchers here, a girl my age, insisted on taking me shopping.”

“Is this what they call shopping in France?” Sebastian sarcastically remarks, slowly brushing his fingers across her now smooth skin. Whatever Sloane’s response was to be dies on her tongue as she whimpers, hips twitching towards his touch. Fuck—she’s so warm, and soft, and he suddenly can’t wait to taste her like this.

Just as he’s about to dip his head down, a wicked idea flashes through his mind, a fragment of a fantasy he’d constructed while alone in his bed with only his thoughts and his hand. He pulls away, delighting in the mewling whine that slips from her lips. She watches him with a confused expression as he stretches out next to her, his head comfortably resting on the pillows.

“Straddle me,” he says, rather plainly, flashing a wicked grin. “Sit on my face.”

Sloane’s eyes widen and for a moment Sebastian is worried that he’s scandalized her, but he can’t take it back now. He licks his lips, carefully observing his sweet girlfriend’s face as she mimics the action, clearly envisioning the act in her mind. The second she moves, his hands are on her waist, helping to position her body above his. Her knees press into the pillow on either side of his head, and when she glances down, he thinks she must be an angel sent to escort him to the afterlife.

She flashes a shaky, uncertain smile, “like this?”

Sebastian groans in satisfaction, the scent of her arousal dizzying, intoxicating. She’s barely situated when he darts his tongue out, tightening his grip around her hips to keep her steady. He licks a stripe through her folds, repeating the action in broad strokes as he lavishes her, unable to resist. The taste of her is something he wishes to bottle, to drown in later when he’s forced to depart.

He wraps his lips around her clit, eagerly sucking the bundle of nerves that makes her quiver. Sloane’s breath catches, a broken whine spilling from her panting mouth as she braces herself against the headboard. Her fingers grip the wooden frame and her head sags forward, eyes clenched tight as she succumbs to his fervor.

“Rock against me, love,” he instructs, a raspy request made against her inner thigh. Sloane complies in a heartbeat, brows furrowing together in concentration. Sebastian supports her, his fingers squeezing around her hips as he guides her movements against him. “That’s a good girl—fuck—you taste so good.”

He’s relentless in his desire, desperate to feel her come undone. He pushes his nose against her, nearly smothering himself as he probes her entrance with his tongue, grinning when she makes a high-pitched, satisfied sound. Sebastian groans in response, gripping her tighter as her thighs begin to tremble, her body tensing as he edges her ever closer to oblivion.

“Sebastian,” Sloane gasps out, her voice a strained whisper, a plea laced with the ecstasy he’s drawing out from her. She arches, head thrown back as her chest heaves with every ragged breath. Her rocking becomes more frantic, seeking out the sensations his wicked mouth is conjuring.

Seconds later she shatters, crying out his name in a broken moan that nearly sends him over the edge as well. Sebastian holds her through it all, his arms moving to wrap around her thighs and waist as she convulses against him. All the while his mouth never ceases its frenzy, coaxing out every tremor until she’s slumped against the headboard.

When she starts to teeter, he’s there to catch her, gently placing her against the pillows so she can catch her breath. Sebastian is equally winded, but the slight sting to his lungs is worth it to see such a fucked-out expression on her face. He rolls to frame her body with his own, slotting his hips between her thighs so he can press his aching cock against the slick mess he’s just created.

“Do you need a moment?” he asks, gruffly. He balances his weight on one arm, using his free hand to tenderly cradle the side of her face. Sloane shakes her head, flashing a breathless smile as she shifts to accommodate his eager arousal. She hooks her legs around him and he reaches between them to guide himself, easily sliding into the tight warmth of her core.

As soon as he is fully sheathed inside, Sebastian takes a moment to absorb the sensation, wishing he could stay with her—inside her—forever. His initial rhythm is slow and measured as he watches Sloane’s face, memorizing every flicker of pleasure, every sigh and crease that forms between her brows as she loses herself to the feeling. His pace gradually builds, intensifying with each stroke as the fire between them burns.

Sebastian gathers her hands in his free one, pinning them above her head as he shifts his weight to grind down, the angle allowing him to slip deeper. Sloane responds with a litany of moans, her back arching up to meet each roll of his hips. Eventually his thrusts grow more insistent, more demanding as he craves to see her climax once more. Her legs sinch around his waist and her walls clench around him, urging him on, silently begging for the release that is so, so close.

He captures her lips in a searing kiss, both hungry and panting as the end draws near. Sebastian grunts as he ruts against her, completely losing control as her entire body shudders and tenses with the wave of her orgasm. His own builds at the base of his spine, a heat that threatens to consume him—and he might just let it. Before he can fully realize it, he’s spilling into her depths, the two crying out in tandem ecstasy.

The next coherent thought Sebastian has is when he’s blinking up at the ceiling, his heart still pounding in his ears from the intensity of their coupling. He attempts to steady his breathing, but it’s a lost cause. Instead, he turns his head to find Sloane in a similar state on her back, a content smile curling her lips in an adorable way.

She lazily glances at him and sighs. “I missed you.”

He nearly ruins the moment with a crass joke about her missing his cock, but decides that saying something earnest is better.

“I miss you every day, Sloane. And I can’t wait for you to come home,” he says, reaching over to delicately trace the curve of her cheek with his fingers. “Well, wherever you want to call home, that is. I don’t suppose you’d want to live in a tiny London flat with two other men–”

He stops when he realizes he’s rambling.

“Anyways…” he sighs, brushing through her hair. “I am ready to spend every night like this.”

“Every night?”

“Yes,” he quickly replies. “And morning. And afternoon. Every minute we can spare.”

Sloane smiles, and for several minutes they simply exist, gazing into each other’s eyes as the present and future looms. She exhales, and there’s a sadness in her eyes that he doesn’t want to see. “Are you sure you have to leave?”

“Are you sure you have to stay?” he counters, though he knows it would be unfair to ask her to come back to London. He attempts a tease, “you know, you could come visit me.”

“I could,” she agrees with a nod, though her tone indicates she’s skeptical. “But I don’t have roommates. Ominis may be blind, but he doesn’t need to hear us—” “Nothing he hasn’t heard before,” Sebastian murmurs, earning him a playful pinch. He sighs, closing the distance for a moment to kiss her, knowing their time is running out. “We’ve always been resourceful, sweetheart. We’d find a way to be together.”

The levity gradually melts into a content silence, Sloane scooting to nuzzle against his side with her head on his chest. Sebastian wraps his arms around her, his hands slowly caressing up and down her back until he can sense she’s drifted to sleep.

He’ll stay, just for a little bit longer.

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morelikeravenbore · 1 month

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✨Sebastian Sallow fluff alphabet

My personal headcanons based on the way I imagine and write Sebastian in How to Make a Villain.

This template is from this post by snowluvs and is definitely worth a read and a reblog! I loooove reading Sebastian headcanons so feel free to write your own, too!

A - Attractive - what do they find attractive about their partner?

We all know that Sebastian has a bit of a savior complex, so he's attracted to a partner who trusts him with their vulnerability by letting him protect them, care for them and fuss over them. However, he also likes a challenge, so someone with a bit of backbone to go with their vulnerability would really pique his interest. It doesn't matter what form that backbone takes, be it academically-focused, impressive duelling prowess, or just someone whose not afraid to call him out when he's acting out of line, Sebastian is undeniably attracted to that spark.

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B - Body - what is their favourite part of their partner’s body?

Given that he craves deep and genuine emotional connection with a partner, he's very drawn to the face: stroking your cheeks, kissing the corners of your mouth, your eyelids, your brows. He finds any excuse to touch your face, whether it be brushing your hair back behind your ear or tenderly wiping food or smudges from your chin with his thumbs. When being intimate, he holds your face between his hands, pressing his forehead to yours, never breaking eye contact.

C - Cuddle - how do they like to cuddle?

Sebastian is a squasher. He needs to feel physically close to you and will often forget this own size and strength in his desperation to hold you closer, closer, closer. He hugs you so tightly you can't breathe, or else lays his entire body weight on top of you when you're lying down together or sharing a bed. You often have to remind him to back up a little lest he squeeze the life outta you with his love.

D - Dates - what does their ideal date look like?

Sebastian is spontaneous and impulsive, but beneath all that bravado and charm, he is also quite afraid of rejection, so he might not always straight out "ask" you on a date. Rather, you might find yourself accidentally having dinner together at the Three Broomsticks, or huddled for hours in a cozy bookshop he "stumbled upon" at random. Sebastian considers any time spent alone with you a date, and would later tease you about how many "dates" you've already been on without ever being asked.

E - Equal - are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Generally speaking, Sebastian has a hard time relinquishing control to another. Given his history, he is used to taking charge, solving problems on his own and shouldering the burdens of everyone he cares about — and it goes without saying that he can be incredibly stubborn about accepting help or support, even when he genuinely needs it. However, this does tend to lead to mental and physical overwhelm; decisions become impossible, his body aches with exhaustion, and sometimes the boy just needs you to baby him — while still giving him the illusion that he has everything under control ;)

F - Fight - would they find it easy to forgive their partner? how are they fighting?

My personal headcanon that Sebastian is a Virgo sun, Aries rising. His Aries means he's reactive and oftentimes at the mercy of his more intense emotions (such as anger, jealousy — being ruled by Mars). He doesn't always communicate in a healthy way, he lashes out, snaps, or jumps to wild conclusions that don't make any sense. However, being a Virgo sun means he's ultimately a caregiver with a deep need to fix things and look after you, so he's very quick to apologise and make things right again.

G - Gifts - how do they feel about gift giving? what are their habits when it comes to this?

His gifts are either very practical (something you'll use every day), or something very sentimental (something that once belonged to his mother).

When it comes to receiving gifts, he doesn't believe he deserves them, so giving him something uselful like an interesting book, a set of quills, or a planner is the best way to spoil him without making him uncomfortable. However, if you gift him something sentimental, or something you made especially for him, he'll treasure it for the rest of his life.

H - Holding Hands - when / how do they like to hold hands?

If this boy can hold your hand, he will hold your hand, and if he can't hold your hand, he'll play with your fingers, trace the lines of your palms, brush his pinky against yours. You're his anchor, and your hands are the easiest part to hold on to.

I - Injury - how would they act if their partner got hurt?

Given his history with his parents and his twin, he is completely overbearing any time you're sick or injured. He'll fuss, worry, devise a strict recovery regime, won't allow you to lift and finger, and make you stay in bed long after you're well again. He'll research cures, studies, information about whatever it is that ails you, and will likely tell you all about it in great detail. This is where that lovely backbone of yours will come in handy, because you'll definitely have to sit him down and tell him to relax.

J - Jealousy - do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?

For all his wonderful strengths, Sebastian suffers from insecurities born from a lifetime of losing those he loves. His jealousy stems not from your actions, but from a deep-seated fear that you're eventually going to realise that he's as rotten as he believes himself to be and leave him. He can be a bit much, but communication is key.

K - Kisses - how do they like to kiss their partner?

Sebastian loves to kiss your face aaaall over, but once he gets started, he finds it hard to stop. Boy is a kisser, and he can get messy.

L - Love Language - what’s their love language?

Acts of Service and physical affection. Being useful gives him a sense of purpose, and touching gives him a sense of peace, so expect to be well looked after and loved. When receiving love, he responds just as strongly to physical affection, as well as words of affirmation. Tell him he's appreciated and that he's done a good job, and he'll be yours forever.

M - Mornings - how are mornings spent with them?

If you manage to get him into bed before he falls asleep where ever he's been reading or studying, it's a hard job rousing him again. He likes to cuddle, and you'll usually wake up half squashed under his body or tangled up in his arms and legs. He speaks in grunts and groans rather than words, and has super adorable bed hair. He's also usually very hungry in the mornings, so the promise of breakfast will be the motivation for finally getting him up.

N - Nights - how are nights spent with them?

Sebastian loves staying up late and doesn't need much sleep to function. His brain is always running a million miles a minute, so winding down takes him quite a while. He tells you he does his best work at night when the rest of the world is asleep.

O - Open - when would they start revealing things about themselves? how would they do it?

Typically Slytherin, he's evasive about himself and prefers to know everything about you before he opens up. Further to that, theres a lot of pain in Sebastian's heart that he won't share with anyone unless he trusts them completely. But, as Slytherins go, once he does trust you, he'll trust you unconditionally; his secrets will become yours, and yours his, and nothing short of death or betrayal will ever break that bond.

P - PDA - how comfortable are they with pda?

He's a real cheeky little smart arse about it. He loves you so much that he wants everyone to know about. He'll pick you up and spin you around as a standard greeting, sit you in his lap, kiss you midway through a sentence. Sebastian doesn't do things by halves, and the same goes for being in love.

Q - Quirk - what is a random ability that helps the relationship?

His optimism, his adventurous spirit and unquenchable thirst for knowledge means there's never a dull moment in your relationship. Above all else, Sebastian likes to have fun, and your life together will be full of it.

R - Romance - how romantic are they? cliche or creative?

There is nothing conventional or cliche about Sebastian Sallow. In fact, he thrives on being just the opposite. He probably courted you by acting like he was your boyfriend until suddenly he just was, there was likely never any conversation about being official, and the first time he said he loved you was probably in the middle of a heated argument or else said in a way that implied it was already common knowledge to you. But despite his quirks, Sebastian is hopelessly, singularly and passionately devoted to you — just don't expect any grand or sappy gestures of love.

S - Security - how protective are they?

Sebastian is so overprotective that it borders on being overbearing. Truth is, he's terrified of losing you, the one person he loves more than any other, and is prone to bouts of severe anxiety about your health, your commitment to him, and your general safety. His inability to relax is a point of contention in your relationship, and one that you both need to continually work on overcoming together. Communication is key, even when Sebastian jumps to conclusions and assumes the worst. He's not perfect, but he's trying.

T - Talking - what do they like to talk about?

Being a highly intelligent Slytherin means Sebastian loves getting deep. Nothing excites him more than discussing magical ethics, or taboo subjects like the Dark Arts or the use of the Dementors kiss against prisoners. He's unafraid to argue his point and loves a lively debate, but he has mental capacity to respect all viewpoints — even if they conflict with his own. He yearns to understand the inner workings of the mind and takes great pleasure in trying to understand opinions and perspectives that differ to his own. Any subject that expands or challenges his understanding of the world is taken on with great enthusiasm.

U - Understanding - how well do they know their partner?

He's a fast learner, very observant, and madly in love with you (obviously), so he knows basically everything about you. But sometimes he likes to think he knows you better than you know yourself. He needs to be reminded every so often that you are capable of looking after yourself, and that he doesn't need to solve every little problem on his own without being asked.

V - Vaunt - what are they proud of? do they like to show their partner off?

Aside from his intelligence, his quick wit and his sense of humour, he is most proud of his innate optimism, which (thanks to your help) has remained in tact despite all the tragedies and hardships he's endured in his comparatively short life. But more than that, he's proud to have you by his side: the embodiment of goodness and love that he never believed he deserved.

His egotistical side enjoys showing you off — you are, after all, the most attractive person he's ever seen, and having you by his side gives his confidence a little boost — but he can become a bit possessive or jealous if he's feeling insecure.

W - Whole - would they feel incomplete without their partner?

Abandonment issues and childhood trauma means Sebastian holds his loved ones very, very dear to his heart. Without you, he'd still be the driven, intelligent and ambitious Sallow he was born to be, but he'd likely lose the motivation to reach his full potential. Having lost every important person in his life, his desire to better himself after all his past mistakes is soley inspired by you.

X - XOXO - are they affectionate?

Physical affection is both how he expresses love and how he feels love; physical touch grounds him in reality and reminds him that you are safe and near. Smooth back his hair, tenderly touch his face, or play with his fingers and watch how fast he melts.

Y - Yearning - how well do they cope when they’re separated from their partner?

Since you are his home, he feels incomplete and off-kilter when he's away from you. And though he tries to honour your individuality, if you're apart for too long, he'll start to have intrusive thoughts about every bad thing that might happen if he's not there to protect you. Needless to say, when you are finally reunited, he greets as you if several decades have kept you apart — like a big, needy puppy.

Z - Zzz - what are some sleeping habits of theirs?

This boys sleeping habits are a nightmare, precisely because he has a lot of them. In fact, he actively avoids sleep, preferring to stay up reading or researching until he's tired enough to fall into an immediate slumber. Usually, you'll find him slumped over on a table or still snoring on the couch, still fully clothed, but if you do happen to get him into bed, he can't sleep without some part of his body touching yours.

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latoyalestrange · 1 year

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eternal glory

s. sallow x f!reader

summary: sebastian is selected to compete in the triwizard tournament during your seventh year at hogwarts. after he won the first challenge (by a landslide), you could've practically exploded with excitement for him. seeing you like that...wait, were his pants getting tighter?

words: 700ish

warnings: fluff, established relationship, aged up seb and mc, praise kink!seb?? soft!seb, not smutty just a spicy lil makeout sesh. not edited. minors dni!!

a/n: someone pls draw seb with the kisses all over his face how cute would that be!!

the triwizard cup, one thousand galleons, and eternal glory. that's what sebastian was promised. how could a slytherin resist? sebastian knew that as long as you were by his side, eternal glory was as good as his. however, this tournament was already proving to be easy enough. it also came with some...unexpected perks.

after defeating his appointed common green dragon, debatably the easiest to beat, you were obviously overcome with joy. as soon as he emerged from the player's tent, you launched yourself into his arms. a smile split from ear to ear on his face, seeing your genuine excitement for his win. he felt so much pride, so much love.

"you did so good, my love!" he instantly felt his heart flutter in his chest as he held you close to him in the air. you peppered exaggerated kisses all over his face, turning his cheeks and nose a bright red. he couldn't help but giggle as you wouldn't stop when he tried to plant your feet on the ground again.

"you were incredible! oh my days, i'm so proud of you!" the pure look of joy on your face still lingered as you continued to sing his praises in front of everyone, including the reporter for the daily prophet. with your lipstick now splattered around his face, he had an infectious smile that even he couldn't deny. he was blushing, hard, as much as he hated to admit it.

"it was easy enough." he smirked, keeping his tough exterior.

"i must interview this boy! mr. sallow--" before the man could get another word out, sebastian raised his hand to stop him.

"i won't be answering questions," as unusual as it was to say, his expression was casual--smug, even. "thank you." the reporter stood stunned for a moment as he watched sebastian usher you away by your wrist.

"sebastian? you're not going to talk to anyone?" he weaved through the crowd, reaching a clearing near the south exit.

"waste of time!" he answered, glancing back at you with a mischievous look.

"waste of time? are you late for something, sallow?" you teased, but he didn't respond. he only increased his speed to a jog, creating giggles between the two of you as you raced the halls. you quickly recognized that he was leading you to the slytherin common room. as you reached the dimly lit hallway, a familiar serpent slithered around the wall, and the grand door appeared beneath it. he quickly shoved it open, pulling you in with him before turning to push you up against the cold slab of wood as it closed.

"i don't suppose you were this excited to cuddle and take a nap?" you looked up at him teasingly as he towered over you, hands trapping you below.

"you know me well." his head dipped to leave love-marks at the base of your neck. your hands naturally raised to tangle in his brown locks.

"can i ask-- was it winning, or--" he chuckled at your assumption.

"no, hardly." he craned his neck to meet your gaze again with his dark eyes. the smirk still lingered on his lips. "tell me how good i'm doing." that same smirk turned downward as his he bit his lower lip impatiently. you also lost any sense of smugness in your face, and curiosity replaced it.

"oh?" he nodded, his eyes pleading for more as he continued nipping at your chest. you breathed out a sigh of contempt, feeling a fire beginning to spark to life in your lower-half.

"you look so handsome, leaving marks on me." he groaned into your skin, almost making you giggle from the vibration.

"you like it when i praise you, baby? you did so good for me today, looked so good in your uniform." that was enough to make him mad. he quickly crashed his lips into yours, needing to transfer some of the fire he felt to you.

"don't stop...never stop saying those things to me." his lips were swollen when you finally broke apart, and his eyes were anything but satisfied.

"never." you shook your head, promising him. he smiled innocently for the last time that day before your lips met once more.

he loved being so rough with you, who would've thought he liked it when you were so gentle? either way, you were happy to know how sebastian felt when he saw you crumble underneath him when he used you for everything you had. seeing him weak at the knees from just your words, you felt, leveled the playing feild.

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itsasilentreader · 2 months

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My only girl

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F!Slytherin!reader

Summary:

Violet thinks she can get Sebastian in her bed at the end of a Slytherin party, but little does she know that he is your boyfriend whose heart is set on you and only you.

Warnings: alcohol/drug consumption, suggestive dialogue, maybe some curse words? idk anymore

Characters are aged up, 18+.

Wordcount: 3.4K

A/N: Use of Y/N, there are some descriptions about the outfit of the reader but if you want to imagine a different outfit, please do! I tried to write a reader who is more self-assured in her relationship because I like to read that once in a while. Also, English is not my first language, so please ignore all the grammatical errors in this one. I’m still editing and learning how to write dialogue so please bear with me!

It was finally Friday night and as per usual, one of the houses was throwing a party. As it was agreed to rotate every week, it was now time for Slytherin to host again.

You got ready with Natty and Imelda in the dorm room you shared with Imelda. As you were still deciding on an outfit and trying different pieces of clothing on, Poppy entered your room, out of breath. “Sorry, I know I’m late and I see you are almost ready. But I have a good enough reason to be late.” Imelda rolled her eyes, before focusing back on her make-up. Poppy gave her a light (friendly) shove as she walked past her towards your bed. “Oh stop that, will you.”

She set down her make-up bag and clothing before turning towards you. “Okay first of all, if you’re going with that green top you should wear that black skirt you got last month.” You looked at her through the mirror and nodded to her. “I guess you’re right, let me change into a skirt.” You turned towards your closet. Poppy nods and sits down. “Okay, the reason why I’m late is because I overheard Violet on my way here.”

This causes all three heads to turn towards Poppy. Imelda had eyeliner on only one eye as she stared at Poppy to continue. “If it caused you to be 20 minutes late, this should be something interesting,” Natty spoke up from the floor next to your bed, her eyes fixed on the mirror while doing her hair.

“It is,” Poppy nodded, “Okay, so you know how obsessed Violet is with Sebastian?” You scoff and give her a pointed look. “Even Ominis can see that and that kid is blind.” You turn your attention back to your closet and continue to look for the black skirt you want to try on with the top. Poppy rolls her eyes at your comment.

“Anyways, she said she is so sure she can get him into her bed by the end of the night. Seems like she really wants to make her move on him tonight.” This causes the girls to stop their movements and stare at Poppy. Imelda closes the cap on her eyeliner pen and speaks up, “So… she really doesn’t know Sebastian is in a committed relationship and head over heels for our lovely Y/N here?”

“Well, she did mention it is always difficult to talk to him because he is always with Y/N. Even went as far as to say that she doesn’t understand why he puts up with you” Poppy replied, the last part directed towards you. “That little-” you huff out when you turn around, skirt in hand. Changing into the skirt, and sighing when you think over the words Poppy just said. “I mean, we didn’t come out as a couple you know, so I’m not surprised she doesn’t actually know we’re together. And it is not like we act differently around each other now we are together. Besides, everyone already assumed we were.”

You smooth out the skirt and hum in approval of your outfit. “Yeah, everyone but Violet”. Natty says. “She even admits it is hard to talk to him because he’s always with you. Besides the point that he is your boyfriend, doesn’t she know he is not interested in her?” she continues, “Even before you came to Hogwarts in our fifth year, he always tried to avoid her at all costs. She is so overbearing.”

You sigh and walk over to your bed after approving your outfit. “Knowing Violet she probably wants to do it publicly so I would know she claimed him.” You sit down next to Poppy on your bed and start putting on your make-up. “Everything we do is a competition in her head, so this would be the same.” Poppy shifts on the bed and turns to you. “We all know Sebastian only has eyes for you, you don’t need to worry about that.” She smiles softly at you as she opens her make-up bag to quickly get ready.

“I know, I’m just a little worried about how far Violet will go.” Natty looks up to you from her seat on the floor. “You know we will hex her if she does something out of line”, you snort at her comment. “Imelda is just dying to do it for you, you know.” Natty says while Imelda smirks proudly.

“Okay enough about that ugly shade of purple,” you turn your attention to Poppy. “Are you finally making your move on Garreth tonight?” Poppy gasped lightly and shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” only the blush spreading on her cheeks is telling you otherwise. “He asked if you were coming tonight” You looked into your hand mirror and applied your eyeshadow. “He did?” Poppy squeaked out. Clearing her throat she asked again, “He did?” Imelda locks eyes with you and smirks as you try to contain your laughter.

“Sooo…” She drags out, “I guess Y/N isn’t the only one going back to the dorms with someone tonight”. Poppy glared at her and scoffed. “Just let us know how it was in the morning, I am kinda curious about his dick,” Imelda commented nonchalantly. This causes you and Natty to bark out a laugh while Poppy stutters over her words. “Imelda, you’re gay.” Imelda barks out a laugh, before replying, “So? I might munch muff but I still acknowledge Garreth is easy on the eyes.” Poppy just huffs and focuses on her make-up. She mumbles something under her breath but Imelda drowns it out when she laughs at Poppy’s reaction again.

As you walk down to your common room, you can already feel the bass vibrating the walls. Muffled voices and music are heard down the hall and you are in desperate need of a shot, or two. You are sure Sebastian wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or jeopardize your relationship, but you still feel a bit uneasy because you know Violet will do anything to get what she wants.

As Imelda opens de door to the common room, you are met with a full house and someone sneakily pushing past you into the common room. You couldn’t see exactly who it was, as they already disappeared in the crowd.

The party is in full swing and fire whisky is flowing richly. You spot Garreth already, with some other Hufflepuff girl next to the fireplace. It seems like he already started mixing the fire whiskey and Mallowsweet. You can see Poppy’s facial expression fall when she follows your sight. It is no secret she is attracted to the red-headed Gryffindor. Poppy rolls her eyes and drags you with her to look for a bottle of fire whiskey. “I need a shot!” She yells over the music.

The other two girls follow and eventually get caught up by others and their conversations. You have yet to spot your boyfriend. While searching the room for his presence, Poppy helps you and herself to a shot of fire whiskey. After tasting the burning alcohol at the back of your throat, Poppy seems to have poured herself already a second shot. Filling up your glass, you both took another shot. Poppy seems to be in her head as she pours another one. “Okay hold on Pops, I think we should slow down on the shots after this one”. You pry the bottle out of her hands and pour yourself one last shot. “Last one,” Poppy said and downed it. “For now.” she mumbles after taking the shot.

The night went on and there is still no sign of your boyfriend. Suddenly you spot Ominis standing against the wall and walk up to him. “Have you seen Sebastian?”, you ask after you greet your friend. He shakes his head and takes a sip of his drink. “He went to the bathroom a while ago, seems like he hasn’t found his way back yet.” You sigh and lean against the wall next to Ominis. “Don’t worry, he’ll be back soon.”

“He better be,” you grumble next to your friend. “It’s just, Poppy overheard Violet and I just don’t want to see what she has planned tonight to get with Sebastian.” Ominis laughs at your comment and shakes his head. “That girl is as daft as a brush”. You chuckle at his remark and nod along, even though he can’t see it. “I know, let me know if you find him will you?” Ominis nods and lets you go on your way.

You walk back towards Poppy and see her finally talking to Garreth. It seems like they only have eyes for each other. The other Hufflepuff girl is long forgotten, as is her annoyance with Garreth from before. You watch how Poppy giggles at something Garreth says and slaps his chest. His hand comes up to hold her hand there and leans in slightly to hear her better. Her cheeks turn red when she notices Garreth leaning into her, her eyes widening a bit but her smile never falters.

You decide to search for your other friends as you walk by Violet. Her presence alone is enough to annoy you, but hearing her shrill voice greeting you makes it even more unbearable. You turn towards her and give her a fake smile as you try not to roll your eyes.

“How lovely to see you this evening, but I have noticed you’re not glued to Sebastian’s side. Did he get bored of you already?” She smirks and cocks her head slightly to the side. You scoff slightly and cross your arms. “Is there another reason you keep talking to me about Sebastian or are you just that obsessed?”. You see her eyes narrow slightly, seems like you’ve hit a nerve. “You know, I just don’t know why he keeps being friends with you. I mean, you always follow him around like a lost puppy. Is it still not obvious that he doesn’t want to be more than friends?” Her expression turns into a sympathetic one, albeit a fake one.

“And what makes you think Sebastian and I aren’t together already?” You feign innocence as you ask her the question. Curious as to what she will answer you take a step closer to the dark-haired girl. “I mean, you said it yourself earlier. We are always together, glued to each other’s sides. Who knows what goes down behind closed doors.” This causes Violet to scoff loudly. “You really think he would choose you?” she rather states instead of asking. You shrug innocently, awaiting her next move. Of course, you know for a fact that he would 100% choose you.

“I know for sure he needs someone who can challenge him, and of course, please him like he should be pleased,” Violet smirked at you. “Don’t you think?”, she taunted at you while tilting her head. Just the thought of her hands all over Sebastian made your stomach hurl, but hearing her imply that she thinks she knows how to please your boyfriend makes your blood boil. You scoff at her comment and roll your eyes. “Let me guess, you think you are the one who can do exactly that hm?”

Her eyes narrow slightly while her smirk falters at the tone of your voice. It is sharp enough to take hers down a nudge. Violet tries to hide her annoyance on her face, “We both know who he would choose when it comes down to both of us. Some are just,” Violet chooses her next words wisely, “better than others.” Shrugging her shoulders, she feigns innocence. The smirk reappears on her face.

This remark causes other students to stop their conversation and turn their attention to the altercation between the two Slytherins. Because of the small commotion that ensues, Imelda and Poppy appear next to you. Your eyebrows shot up at her comment. Before you could throw an insult at her, Imelda beats you to it. “At least Y/N doesn’t need to desperately throw herself at someone, just to get a smidge of attention.” That should knock her down a peg. Poppy just nods along with Imelda’s comment. Imelda is not one to hold her tongue, sharp as ever. It is not always celebrated but it can sure come in handy in times like these.

Her eyes narrowed again before spotting someone, be it your boyfriend, walking towards the commotion. Her sour expression disappears and a sickly sweet smile paints her lips. “ Well, well, well, speak of the devil,” her voice turning into a syrupy sweet one, replacing the ice-cold one she uses to speak with you. “Hey, handsome.” When Sebastian is close enough, her manicured hand shoots out to place it on his bicep to greet him. Slightly squeezing his bicep as she steps closer to him all while batting her eyes seductively. “This girl has no shame.” Imelda murmurs to you and Poppy.

His eyes follow her hand and frowns a little. “What is going on here? Ominis told me you girls are causing a fuss?” His head turns to you, and smirks. “What is it about?” You roll your eyes at the sound of his voice and his questions. He knows damn well that if you and Violet having a squabble, it most likely is about him. He knows how obsessed Violet is with him.

Every time there is a quidditch game, Violet tries to sit in the front row to cheer him on, next to you of course. She tries to catch his attention by cheering loudly for him, a little too loud. Always trying to be the first to greet him after the game and sitting close to him during breakfast, lunch and dinner. Whenever you two are walking together or sitting together, she tries to come between you two. She even goes as far as to persuade the professors to switch partners if she is not partnered with Sebastian. Luck is almost always on your side as most of the professors brush her off and tell her to work with the student she was originally paired with. This girl was as desperate as one could be.

Sebastian is not going to lie, it does stroke his ego. Of course, it does when he sees how you react to all the things Violet is trying to do to your boyfriend. Your little huffs of annoyance, or the way you roll your eyes when you hear her shrill voice say your boyfriend's name. He loves it when you try to keep your calm when Violet wants his attention.

Although he likes to receive the attention, he won’t act on it. His heart is set on you and you know that. Nobody can compare to you and he makes sure you know that, in every way possible. Besides, he loves how riled up you are when Violet tries to make a move on him. He loves to see how possessive you can get and claim what is yours. The sex that ensues after makes him go crazy.

“Violet thinks that if you have to choose between us two, you would definitely go for her,” You shake your head a little, before continuing. “She is sure she knows how you should be pleased.” She snaps her head from Sebastian to you. Sebastian tries to hold back his laughter after seeing how Violet stares you down. Still standing a little too close to him, he takes a step back. “Oh, do you now?” You raise your eyebrow to challenge her as if to say ‘Go on, tell him’.

There is a slight pause before she answers him, “I can show you if you want.” as Sebastian takes a step back, she tries to take one step closer to him again. Her manicured nails trailed up to his bicep again and a sultry smile on her lips. “You should see and feel what I can do with my tongue.”

Imelda and Poppy greeted this remark with a loud laugh. Soon, Sebastian joined them. You, however, hate the way she speaks to him. She is trying so damn hard. Sebastian steps away from her grip and shakes his head. “I’m sure you can make someone else happy with that, but I don’t think my girlfriend would like it when you do that.” He turns to you and takes you in his embrace. Wrapping one arm around your shoulder and giving a quick kiss on your temple. “Hi, love”.

“Besides, this one right here is the only one I would ever want. Nobody compares.” You smile softly up to Sebastian. Even though you’ve been together for quite some time now, he still gives you those butterflies. How could he not when he just said in front of everyone, in front of Violet, that you are the one for him? That nobody compares to you in his eyes?

Violet’s shocked expression makes you stifle a laugh, and then it turns sour. “What?” she asks, “You two? For how long?” She almost stomps her feet, like a small child whose toys have been taken away. This time, Garreth speaks up from behind Poppy. “Everyone with eyes and Ominis could see it, Violet. You’re just daft.” His comment, albeit a snide one, is met with chuckles from those who’ve gathered to see what the commotion is about.

At this point, her face grows red from embarrassment and before she stomps off she looks at you. It looks like she wants to say something, but decides against it. She pushes her way through the small crowd and disappears to the girl's dormitory. Her friends flocked behind her.

“Well, that was something.” Poppy speaks up next to you and turns to Garreth, “The last comment might have been a little much”. Garreth just smirked down at her and shrugged. Before he could reply, Sebastian said, “No she did deserve it. She was a little too obsessed. Told her multiple times I wasn’t interested, even before I got together with this babe.” He wiggles his eyebrows as you roll your eyes. “Hm, turning to flattery now, are we?” He gave you a soft smile and leaned in for a quick kiss. Soon, everyone around you goes back to their conversations, games and dancing.

“Where have you been the whole time? I was looking for you.” You turn in his arms to face him completely. He sighs, “I know, I’m sorry. Ominis told me you were looking for me. Caught a fourth-year sneaking into the party when I came back from the bathroom. Had to get the little git back to his dorm.” You giggle with a shake of your head. “Ruining the fun for the younger ones now too?” Sebastian rolls his eyes.

“You know my heart is only set on you right?” Sebastian says to you as he pulls you closer by your waist. Your chests flush against each other as he looks down in your eyes. Your hands slide up his arms and to the back of his neck. Playing with the hair on the base of his neck, he leans into your touch. “I know, and I trust you completely. It’s just girls like Violet that I don’t trust.”

Sebastian nods slightly and drops his forehead against yours. “Well, I understand that. I mean, the guys are no different.” He gives you a soft smile before his eyes flicker down to your lips. “But, you know, if you want me to show you how much I love you, I’ll be happy to do so.” His eyes glimmer with love and lust and his soft smile turns into a smirk. His hands wander from your waist down to your ass and he squeezes slightly.

This makes you gasp and giggle into his chest. You tilt your head and capture Sebastian’s lips for a quick, soft kiss. You feel him smile into the kiss and when you try to pull away, he deepens the kiss. “Room of requirement?” He asks breathlessly when you finally pull away from each other. You nod eagerly and take his hand in yours to sneak out of the party.

Sebastian definitely showed you how much he loves you and your body until the early morning. And your altercation with Violet is long forgotten as Sebastian keeps reminding you; you are the only one for him.

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amortentia-over-ice · 1 month

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Cross The Line - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Summary: Being friends with Sebastian hadn't always been easy, but it had been worth it. You had stood with him through everything, and just as things feel like all is right in the world, he suddenly starts to ignore you for no reason. And you don't necessarily take it well when you're ignored.

Warnings: 18+, slight bondage, characters aged up, smut, p in v

Word Count: 3.6k (bit of an intro for this one)

Sebastian had been avoiding your gaze like you had the damn plague.

It had started out of nowhere. One day...you're both all laughs and chuckles on the sidelines of summoners court. Leander's poses were ridiculous, and you both couldn't help but exchange a few jokes about it.

There had been nothing wrong for the first time in forever, and the spring weather had just started making you and Sebastian entirely carefree as you relaxed together in the grass.

You hadn't noticed as the breeze picked up, accidentally blowing a tangle of your unruly hair into Sebastian's face.

You snorted as his eyes widened whilst your hair attacked him, you apologized trying to tame and untangle him from it. His laugh was softer, though, when he beat you to it. His fingers wrapped around the whipping curl and you paused as he tucked it behind your ear.

You thought you caught something in his eyes, but it was gone before you had time to think.

“Your hair is it’s own magical beast, we ought to study it in class.” He joked ruefully.

You swatted him again.

“Oh yeah? And how about yours Sebastian? Seems like it’s a topic of study for half the female population already anyhow.”

“And some of the male.” He added smugly.

“Yes, them too. So bugger off about my own hair already. We all can’t be so lucky.”

He smiled at you a moment longer, before turning his attention back to summoner’s court.

You had always bantered like this. He was easy to talk to, especially after navigating 5th and 6th year together....in your seventh everything had felt right in line for once. Like you might have been able to relax with each other after having gone through so much.

But you didn’t get to relax for long.

The next day, you tried to approach him at the Slytherin table, offering him another joke at Leander's expense. All he had offered in return was a weak smile before turning to start a conversation with the witch on the other side of him.

Your smile faltered, but you shook it off. That had been weird, but you tried not to think too much of it. Maybe it had just been a bad joke?

Then, a few days later, you caught up to him in the corridors, slightly out of breath after calling his name to find no answer.

“Sebastian - do you have gnargles in your ears today? I’ve been calling your name for Merlin knows how long.. ” You scolded him, still lightly but the smile wiped from your face when he just shrugged and stated,

“Were you? Sorry. Mind’s been preoccupied with a Runes assignment. I’ll catch you later though.”

You knew a dismissal when you saw one. This time, hurt and anger rose as you were left standing in the middle of the corridor as he hurried off.

But you were nothing if not stubborn. And you would not be ignored.

Walking into Charms, you saw that the seat next to him was still open...despite his pile of bags and books he had placed on the seat to make it seem occupied.

You stomped over, unceremoniously shoving his things to the floor and primly seating yourself down. He startled, looking at you with a glare.

“No other seats in this room seemed to strike your fancy today?” He snapped.

“Why- don’t want to sit next to me? Do I smell like a dugbog or something?” You snapped right back, despite your heated cheeks.

His own heated in return underneath his freckles as he sighed in annoyance, crossing his arms over his stack of books to rest his head upon them. He pulled his cloak’s hood over the unruly mess of brown and it was the last you saw of him for the rest of the lecture.

The entire time you were fidgeting uncontrollably. Your knee tapping had both of your notes almost impossible to take.

At one point, your knee accidentally brushed against Sebastian’s underneath the desk, and he jolted with so much force that the desk shook as his leg flew up with a bang to the underside of the table.

He gave you an icy glare which you returned as well.

Right as the bell rang, Sebastian clumsily gathered his books and shot up out of his seat to storm his way out, but not before you followed in determination.

“Sebastian. Talk to me.” You half whispered before grabbing his arm to keep him there. He whirled and looked at you as if you had burned him, his expression switching from anger, to what almost looked like pain for a minute, before indifference settled in.

“You’re becoming quite a distraction, you know.”

His words hit you like a brick in your stomach, and you eventually released him to let him storm off again.

You had turned the words over in your head as you went through the rest of your day. Distraction? How? You had hardly been in his vicinity long enough this week to distract him from anything.

You were not as gentle with potting your dittany as you should have been, grumbling that, if anything, it was Sebastian who had been distracting you now.

You had skipped supper that night, opting to brood in the undercroft instead...only to find that Sebastian had the same idea.

“No-“ He went to stand from the chair he had been seated in, but you had enough.

“Incancerous!”

You had your wand out of your robe pocket before Sebastian could see the movement, and he grunted as as cords from thin air materialized around his torso to tie him to the chair. His look of absolute shock was almost satisfying. Almost.

Just to be sure, you flicked your wand again to make sure his hands were bound behind his back as well.

“Are you mad?” Sebastian fidgeted with the restraints to find himself fully detained, but when he looked back at you his eyes held you in what you could only define as slight curiosity.

It was enough to embolden you more, as if tying up Sebastian Sallow wasn’t enough. He watched as you walked over to him, his brown eyes meeting yours with an arched brow as your head dipped down until you were mere centimeters from his face.

“Me? Mad? It’s possible....” You teased with a grin, and you swore you saw the corner of his lip twitch as if he was fighting a smile. You were both certainly mad in your own right if this is what it took to finally confront the truth you both had been avoiding.

“...You’ve been running from me all week, after all, so this was the only thing I could think of to get you to stay put.”

You confessed, watching as his expression turned pained, if just for a moment.

“Do you deny it?” You pressed him again, and his gaze flickered just slightly down to your lips. He let out a low sigh.

“Like I said. I’ve had a bit on my mind I’ve been trying to sort through. Distractions don’t help.”

You watched as his eyes tried to find any place else on your body to focus on besides your lips, but it was hard to hide much when he was stuck in place.

Your heart pounding as an idea came into your mind. An entirely mad one...but as Sebastian had pointed out already, madness had already been established here. Your breath fluttered out nervously before you moved.

“A distraction...?” You murmured hesitantly “...or a temptation?” When your finger tilted his jaw up to meet your eyes again, another low breath left his lips and you felt it brush against your own as you both regarded each other.

His brows furrowed together stubbornly, but he didn’t look away as he finally said,

“Does the difference matter?” He uttered, almost indolently as if in defeat.

But you didn’t want him to keep resisting. So you decided to give in.

You move forward as you both hold your breath, and slowly lower yourself, sliding yourself right onto his lap, crossing into new territory.

“What are you...” The hushed protest dies in his throat as you press hard against him, arms tangling behind his neck as you line your body against his. You are slightly trembling, and as if realizing that his breath hitches.

And oh. The fit of him against you lines so perfectly. It also allows you to feel the way his heart absolutely thunders, echoing your own.

He lets out a low curse and you swear you see his fingers twitching, itching to touch you.

But touching was an option he’d have to earn.

You lean back only to observe his expression that is almost pained in his attempt to not just lean forward and capture your mouth right then and there. So, Sebastian watches it instead as you speak.

“Well...If I’m just a distraction I suppose this will simply annoy you...”

Your other hand drags lower down his abdomen, tugging his shirt tail up to reveal skin, letting your nails slide under the cloth and trail the freckled abdomen you had dreamed about. Immediately he tightens under your touch. You raise your brow at him with a pleased grin.

“But, if I’m a temptation...try and resist me then.”

You nip against his ear and he groans. You had more where that came from.

You kiss everywhere along his neck, his jaw, everywhere besides his lips. His body tenses as if trying hard to continue to resist, but suddenly you feel the hard press of his cock harden against you in response. You sigh with a slightly smug smile of validation. You knew it. You knew he wanted this too.

"Fuck," The words are a groan and you decide to smile sweetly in victory.

"Maybe...it's possible." You whisper between kissing his freckles, "...that you don't want to resist?"

Your words are teasing, but hope lingers at the edges that it's enough for him to nuzzle against you.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for ...” He breathlessly exhales. Then he moves to find your neck. You feel a slight, nervous, pause as his breath coasts down your neck, raising your flesh with his heat. Then, suddenly, he nuzzles down the column of your throat inhaling as if trying to drink in your scent, straining against the ropes. Soft kisses start to pepper against your skin, slowly, as if this was a moment he had been fighting for a while. You lean back to find his eyes, holding them as you say

“I know what I want, Sebastian.”

You take his words as an opportunity to shift your hips, tracing the length of him between your legs. He lets out another sharp noise as his lips find your skin again in immediate response. Your hand lifts to tangle in his hair to keep him there, tilting your head back and losing yourself in the feel of his open mouthed kisses against your neck...

But you couldn’t let him have all the fun yet. And you still did have to remind him that he had ignored you for an entire week for no reason.

You lean away from his kiss, though the heat building is hard to leave and his confusion finds you before you lean to lick at his collar bone, slowly removing his shirt where you could, leaving it open everywhere the ropes didn’t bind, biting along the way as another playful punishment, licking your marks as you went.

But your own...you let that completely fall to the floor to reveal nothing underneath. His eyes widen, dark with desire as they drink you in.

There is no denying it anymore. This thing between the two of you. But you wanted to hear him say it.

“Temptation it is then.”

You whisper as you decided for him, and all he can do is nod in confirmation as he fights for his breath.

“It’s a line we shouldn’t cross.” He utters in return as everything suspends between you both for a moment.

“We’ve always crossed lines, Sebastian. Since fifth year. Let’s not stop now.”

“That’s exactly why...we ...what I did...you..” Your eyes cloud and as if seeing the need in yours for the first time, his words soften, “..w-why we shouldn’t.”

“Stop holding on to the past, Sebastian. You only get two options. Now or never. I didn’t tie you up for you to still run away from me."

Your words soften, pressing, as he can't meet your eyes, "...Tell me why we shouldn’t. Or tell me that you want me.” Your words tumbled out, desperate and needing him to tell you what you yearned to hear.

“Fuck.” His breath is shallow, and then his finally eyes meet yours, serious and unsettling. In a ragged breath he finally gives in.

“You know I do.” His breath is strangled as the words stumble out..his brown eyes locked on yours, “... I want you. Ever since your damn hair got in my face and all I could breathe was your scent. It’s intoxicating. I’ve wanted you since then. And probably before that. Even though I shouldn’t. I do.”

His last word cracks in desperation and you meet it with the desperation of your own as you lean forward to capture his lips finally.

A slight whimper escapes your mouth as he meets your kiss with a hunger you weren’t ready for, his open mouth against yours as his tongue rolls to find yours, teeth and tongue, biting and sucking and everywhere, before you can register it. It’s as if he was waiting to devour your.

His hips rock into yours, the only movement he can manage whilst still tied, and you press hard back against him. The electric charge between you is palpable and despite months of build up it’s only taking seconds for you both to lose yourselves in each other.

Your hair tangles into his brown curls as he gives an appreciative moan into your kiss, you let your fingers tug him closer to you and he kisses you harder, but the ropes groan with how hard he fights them to get closer.

But not yet.

Your hands travel down as your mouth stays on his, deftly undoing the buttons of his trousers, and shoving them downwards past his knees until his cock springs loose. He groans again and then all but looses his breath as your hands wrap around him. He bucks right into your hands and you breathe words of praise to him.

“S-shit.” He took in another shaky inhale as your hand moved in a steady rhythm along his length, savoring the feel of him, and finding his girth was enough to have to use both of your hands. Friction still found you, however, with a small adjustment you were able to ride it out against his thigh. The combination of your skin on his now bare thigh, your hands wrapped around his cock...Sebastian was reeling with want as he groaned into your mouth. He pulled back as his cock became harder in your hands, eyes on you with a demanding low growl.

“That’s it. Untie me. I need my hands on you.”

You nipped at his lips, and he he hissed. You gave him a smile as your scratchy voice taunted him,

“Finally telling me what you want like a big boy. Much better.”

Your hand barely flicks your wand to remove the bindings before his is around your wrist, and the other gripping your hip to pull you back towards him and locking you against him.

His hand momentarily comes up to tangle in your mess of hair, wrapping it around his hand with a tug.

"I've been wanting to pull on this damn hair since fucking summoner's court." He hisses out before kissing you again. His hand returns to your jaw to kiss you deeper, you moaned into his kiss, and he groaned in return at the sound. He lets his hand at your hip travel down to cup your ass and press you harder against his erection.

“Did you want me to tell you how many times I’ve been dreaming of fucking you? Of having you right here like this? Do you want that?”

His breath is shallow against your lips as the confession of his desires has a deep feeling of wanting pulling at your lower stomach, the words going through you like thunder.

“Yes." You whimper, the word is show and clipped, your hips move mindlessly to show him exactly how much.

Catching your meaning, his hand left your jaw to still your hips, then he went further down until he found your clit, one finger at your apex as the other dipped into you. He exhaled with want as a filthy sound comes out of your throat.

“So wet for me.” He sighs, and you let out a needy whimper as he continues to work you, pleasure pooling and making a mess between you both. You feel his rock hard cock twitch against your thigh just at the sensation.

“Sebastian -- Please..”

But now that his hands are free, Sebastian is painstakingly slow. Continuing to rub against your swollen nub as he watches you writhe and gasp against him as if it’s the most incredible thing he’s ever seen, watching your every movement. His other travels up your abdomen, to your breast, thumb rubbing over your peaked nipple as he takes in every inch of you, and every inch of you is begging for him.

You realized how badly you had needed him. How you couldn’t stand the brief moment of there being a possibility you were invisible to him, because it was apparent he had seen every inch of you as his hands undid you piece by piece.

Your hands gripped his curls.

“Sebastian-“ Your breath came faster, as did his.

“That’s it.. Breathe through it, darling. Let me see you..” His shallow praise finally pushed you over the edge as your orgasm rolled through you, and you rode his finger still in you while he drank you in, crying out as you fell against him.

Next thing you knew, his hands were around you, holding you to pick you up and lower you both to the ground.

“Merlin -“ He slurs in desire, your name falling like a praise from his lips as he found yours again, never far.

He parts your thighs with his knee, his eagerness apparent as his body pressed yours deliciously into the floor. You rise to meet him, your own legs wrap around him eagerly as you kiss along his bare chest. You need all of him. Your hips demandingly reach upwards to drag the wetness he drew from you all along his shaft.

He inhaled sharply as he pulled away briefly, exhaling as his hand cupped your cheek as you both paused for a moment.

“I- If we do this..”

“Yes.” You cut him off with assured and breathless words.

“Are you...sure?”

You pulled his forehead down to yours.

“I want to cross every line with you.”

He exhaled, as if in relief, and this time when your lips met they moved slowly against each other, as if savoring every movement.

Vaguely, you felt his fingers hook your soaked cloth to the side, and and the blunt press of his head against your folds.

You both inhaled, and in the next moment he was pressing inside of you as the line was not only crossed, but entirely decimated. A sinful noise fell from your lips as he filled you.

The feeling was so sweet that you whimpered again, his eyes widened to make sure you were okay, you only nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His shaky breath turned into a groan as his hips pushed deeper into you, sinking in completely.

“Merlin- fuck. You feel amazing.”

You sighed in agreement against his ear, his brown curls rustling from your air.

Then he moved and those sighs turned into hard and fast moans, as you held him like an anchor as he thrusted deep into you.

There was no holding back. For either for you. The pace was unrelenting as your breath mingled together, praise falling from his lips, his name as a moan from yours.

As he filled you, his hands traveled along your body, worshipping every inch of skin he could reach, reassuring kisses placed on the nape of your collarbone, until his mouth inevitably found yours again, after years of wanting your lips, he refused to leave them alone.

His hips drew every ounce of pleasure from you, drawing out slowly only to plunge back in. A sweet torture that had you trembling under him. A hand reached behind him to hold your thigh, pressing it against him to steady you as his clouded eyes watched your face twist with desire under him. He had never imagined how much it would undo him to watch you like this, as you both fell apart together.

His grip tightens on your thigh, as he tries to still his thrusts, but you protest as your hips roll towards him again to push him deeper yourself. He lets out half of a laugh and half a moan.

“Don’t hold back from me. Never again.” You breathe out in demand.

He presses back into you wholeheartedly as he promises you, “Never again.”

The pace increases between you again, desperate, driving each other towards that cliff and your fingers grip his hair again in warning. Then, with a particularly deep thrust, your back starts arching off the ground as the wave inside of you builds around him.

“Seb-“ You gasp, unable to warn him but your muscles clench around him, almost refusing to let him leave your body. You bow under his movements, relishing and taking all he was giving you.

“Fuck - I can feel you- I’m going to-“ His words are clipped, telling you he’s right there with you.

Suddenly, his hands find yours, pinning them above your head, allowing him the leverage to thrust deeper into a broken and unrelenting rhythm that had your legs widening and hips rocking to meet him as he drew in and out. Your heated gaze locked on his as the rhythm of your shared pace caused the world to explode into stars around you.

You cry his name as your body combusts around him, he groans a curse in response as your walls unforgivingly contract around his cock. Your name on his breath is a quick beat, between gasping breaths, until he shudders and falls against you, the hot feel of him filling you...and then the feel of him spilling out of you.

But his hips are won’t to stop, and he continues to move inside of you as your body milks every bit of his own orgasm, pushing through the mess of your juices spilling together between you.

You both fight to catch your breath, and he looks at you in a way you had seen once before but thought you imagined.

This time you don’t imagine it.

He loves you.

His hand gently cusps your cheek again, leaning his forehead against yours before pressing a tender kiss against your lips.

As you kiss him back, you now you feel the same. He was a line you would cross again, and again, and again.

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Getting You Off Is My New Favourite Hobby. 🔞 - Sebastian Sallow

pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader genre: smut, mdni (everyone is 18+) warning: slight pining/hook-up ✧ cunnilingus ✧ mutual masturbation ✧ virgin!Sebastian ✧ voyeurism ✧ unprotected sex ✧ missionary ✧ sideways ✧ cumming inside summary: After helping the new girl unpack her trunk, Sebastian can't help the raging hard-on in his trousers. As though struck by luck, he walks into a sight that reveals he wasn't the only one needing release after a tense meeting. word count: 12.4k my masterlist.

In the blue glow Slytherin common room, Sebastian paced in front of the fireplace, idly flipping through a spellbook. As you, a new student, entered with your heavy-looking trunk, his attention snapped to you like a spell cast. Mesmerised by your presence, he couldn't resist the urge to approach, his heart racing with intrigue and curiosity. With a confident stride, he tossed his book, eager to initiate a conversation and get to know you.

You stumble in with your trunk held up with both hands, arms straight from carrying the heavy load. You plop it down on the stone floor and take a breather. You lean against a pillar and look around, taking in the scenery, when you notice a brunet boy approaching the entrance. You don't think much of it, guessing that he was probably on his way out, so you scoot the trunk out of the way. As Sebastian approached, his heart pounded even louder against his chest, every fibre of his being drawn to you. He couldn't contain his excitement now that he finally had the chance to speak with you. His gaze flickered over your figure, appreciating the way you held yourself despite the burden of the trunk. But before he could utter a word, you made room for him to pass, seemingly oblivious to the effect you had on him. His brows furrowed slightly as he wondered if perhaps you didn't notice his interest.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Sebastian quickly adjusted his focus. Instead of mentioning his attraction, he decided to offer assistance with your heavy belongings. "Allow me," he said gently, reaching out to take some of the burden from your hands. The weight of the trunk was surprisingly substantial, but he managed it effortlessly as he walked it towards a nearby empty spot near the couches. He dusted off his palms, trying to conceal his nerves, and offered you a winning smile. "Welcome to Slytherin, by the way. My name is Sebastian Sallow, your local duelling expert.”

As you glanced up to thank the boy for helping with the trunk, you froze in place, struck by the pure force of his magnetic gaze. Your eyes widened at the sight of the brunet up close and your heart skipped a beat as you took in his charming features and alluring confidence. He exuded an aura that was impossible to ignore, making your cheeks flush with heat. Swallowing nervously, you forced out a weak smile and murmured your thanks, grateful for his assistance. "You did that without breaking a sweat. Impressive," you blurted out while attempting to regain your composure. You hesitated for a moment, cursing yourself mentally and glancing around before finding the courage to address the captivating presence in the room. "Sorry, I must have seemed rude earlier, I… I didn't catch that you were approaching. I'm usually not so lost in my own thoughts." A nervous laugh escaped you as you extended your hand, hoping to make amends. "Pleased to meet you.”

Sebastian felt an unexpected jolt as you apologised, undeniably attracted to your vulnerability. Your admission only fueled his fascination, making him feel even more drawn to you. He grinned in response, his eyes gleaming with amusement and admiration. "No need to apologise; I've come across many who forget their manners in my presence," he quipped playfully before gripping your hand and giving it a firm shake. His fingers lingered just a second longer than necessary, savouring the warmth from your touch.

His gaze never wavered from yours, and he could sense the tension building between you. Feeling bold, he decided it was worth a shot. "Is there something you'd like help with? Perhaps unpacking or navigating the castle since it's your first day?" The words tumbled out of his mouth, his voice low and inviting, hinting at his genuine intentions to help and spend more time with you already.

A wave of relief washed over you as Sebastian offered assistance. Exhaustion from your journey overwhelmed you, and having help sounded like an absolute dream. However, the idea of spending time alone with him in your dormitory sent a ripple of excitement and anxiety coursing through your veins. Your gaze swayed between his captivating eyes and your shoes, feeling embarrassed at the thought of him seeing your personal belongings.

"That would be amazing," you managed to stammer out, still struggling with the conflicting emotions surging through you. Your eyes flickered nervously between him and the trunk, contemplating the prospect of him seeing your things. Finally, you summoned the courage to voice your hesitation. "But, um, maybe your help isn't really required. I mean, it's just… my clothes and books. Nothing interesting." You bit your lip, realising how silly you might sound, but unable to help the sentiment. There was just something about exposing yourself like that to a stranger that made you uneasy, even though your attraction to Sebastian was growing stronger by the minute.

Sebastian felt his face flush as he realised he'd hit a nerve. Yet rather than letting it deter him, he leaned in closer, towering over the trunk with an air of nonchalance. "Nothing strange here, I promise," he assured you, his voice velvety smooth. "Just a helping hand. After all, you need to settle in comfortably, and I happen to be quite skilled at that sort of thing." His teasing smile never faltered, but beneath it lay a genuine concern for your ease. Suddenly remembering his sister, he thought it would be a perfect opportunity to introduce a part of himself that wasn't known to everyone yet. "Plus, having a twin sister, I've seen more than my fair share of wardrobes. No judgement from me, trust me." With that, he shot you a reassuring nod, attempting to dispel any residual doubt while maintaining a lighthearted tone. In truth, the thought of intimacy piqued his curiosity, but he knew it was best to tread lightly at this stage.

Your eyebrows arched slightly at Sebastian's revelation of his twin sister. This newfound information added another layer of intrigue to him, making your heart race even faster. You appreciated the attempt at easing your concerns, feeling slightly more comfortable with the idea of him assisting you. Gathering your nerves once again, you nodded and shifted your stance in expectation. "Okay, then. Thanks for understanding. If you could help place them where I usually keep them, that'd be great." There was a hint of gratitude mixed with apprehension in your voice. Despite your uncertainty, there was something irresistibly appealing about allowing Sebastian into this private aspect of your life.

Sebastian's face flushed a deeper shade of pink as you agreed, and he hastily picked up the trunk, his fingers grazing yours for a brief second as you went to do the same. The warmth from your touch sent a shiver down his spine, leaving him even more flustered than before. "Room number, please?" He asked in a raspy whisper, attempting to conceal his embarrassment. Each interaction seemed to make him crave more, and yet, he fought to maintain decorum. The anticipation of entering your dormitory filled him with equal parts excitement and dread, but it was evident that he wouldn't trade this experience for anything else. Pacing himself, he waited for your response while holding the trunk securely, his eyes still locked onto yours.

With a deep breath to steady your nerves, you recited your dorm room number, feeling the warmth spread across your cheeks as you spoke. Sebastian's casual demeanour amidst the burgeoning awkwardness was endearing, and you found yourself reflecting on the contrast between his appearance and his strength. His hair was unkempt yet sexy, framing his sharp eyes, and those freckles dotted across his nose gave him an almost boyish charm. Despite the butterflies in your stomach, and the unexpected nature of these feelings, you decided that maybe it was worth indulging in this connection. After all, first impressions were important, and you couldn't shake off the magnetic pull toward him. Following closely behind, he led the way to your assigned room in Slytherin's quarters, balancing a mix of trepidation and anticipation.

Upon reaching your room, he gently pushed open the door and gestured for you to step inside first. Still surprisingly, he carried the heavy trunk with minimal effort, mirroring his assertion of being well-acquainted with caretaking tasks. As you entered, his eyes trailed up and down your body, assessing your every curve with hidden desire. He couldn't help but appreciate the sight before him—from your graceful movements to the playful bounce in your steps. He was acutely aware of his attraction but tried to mask it as professional curiosity, pretending to analyse the layout instead. "Which corner would you prefer for your bed, love?" he queried, still battling to control his impulses. He shifted the trunk between his hands while waiting for your answer, resisting the urge to swallow the lump forming in his throat.

You felt your cheeks burn as Sebastian casually referred to you as "love," catching you completely off guard. The warmth spread across your face, heightening the sensation of being watched. Despite his amateur attempt to dismiss it as an accident, the nickname cut straight to your core, stirring unexpected feelings within you. He sensed your reaction, and panic set in. He quickly diverted the conversation back to practical matters, realising that words could be powerful indeed. His smooth facade shattered, replaced with sheepish nervousness. "Damn, I meant… uh, which side do you want to sleep on?" He stuttered, desperately trying to regain composure while setting the trunk down gently beside the vacant beds.

As he sought to rectify his blunder, his gaze lingered on your lovely blush, further entangled in the enigma that was you. Suddenly, it became clear that things weren't as simple as he'd imagined. You decided on one of the beds and walked towards it, the vibrancy of your blush still persisting. As you fluffed the pillow, running your fingers over its soft fabric, your gaze traced the lines of the dormitory. The wallpaper, the furniture, everything felt much more intimate now with Sebastian around. You wondered if he noticed the significance of that affectionate term he had used earlier or if it was merely a slip. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, Sebastian struggled to maintain his composure. He discreetly adjusted himself, fighting the rock-hard erection that insisted on reminding him of its presence. Your proximity, coupled with the soft rustling of the pillow, created an environment charged with stimuli. He couldn't ignore the signs anymore—his body was acutely attuned to you. Inhibiting a groan, he nodded and swiftly moved to pick up the trunk again, hoping that handling tasks would distract from the rising desire.

Without warning, Sebastian dropped the heavy trunk onto the bed you had chosen, causing it to bounce slightly on the mattress as the bed frame croaked loudly. An involuntary whimper escaped your lips, startled by the sudden movement, yet also conscious of its suggestiveness. The impact reverberated throughout the room, punctuating the air with an electrifying tension. He froze, horrified by his lack of finesse and the effect it had on you. His breath caught in his throat, watching as you winced slightly. He willed himself not to look at your lips, praying you hadn't turned rosy from the whimper. Quickly gathering his wits, he forced a laugh. "Oh, sorry! Can't seem to remember my own strength sometimes.”

Swallowing nervously, you reached for the latches of your trunk, timidly opening it with a bit more caution than usual. Inside lay a jumble of tangled clothes, relics of home, and personal belongings. Relief washed over you as you spotted your knickers skillfully hidden beneath textbooks. Thank Merlin you had packed meticulously! Silently thanking your organised self, you tamed any fears of humiliation. Turning to Sebastian, you offered a small smile, hoping to defuse the situation before it escalated further. "Thanks for your help," you said softly, choosing not to mention the unfortunate incident with the trunk.

Before you could fully drag the open trunk towards you, a glimpse of dark red lace peeked from the tumble of clothes, lying tantalisingly near the edge. Sebastian's eyes widened momentarily, taking note of the scarlet scrap before you hastened to cover it again. A slow grin crept across his face, revealing teeth stained by guilt and amusement. "Careful," he chuckled, moving swiftly to help you arrange the books and clothes, effectively hiding the incriminating piece of evidence. "Those books can stack rather precariously." Unsure whether to be dismayed or amused by the coincidence, you complied with his assistance, staying silent as you tidied up. An electric current pulsed between you—the small revelation sparking curiosity and a touch of naughtiness. His hands brushed past yours, sending shivers down your spine. Classic literature never felt so scandalous.

You agreed, handing over the books as your heart pounded faster. The heat from his palm seeped into yours, branding your senses with his aura. With quick efficiency, you tucked away your undergarment amongst your clothes, ensuring they wouldn't make another embarrassing cameo. Quietly, you busied yourself sorting through your unpacked items, unable to meet his gaze. "Could you place those on the desk there? Thanks," you murmured sheepishly, nodding towards a wooden table nearby.

The silence stretched between you, filled with countless unsaid words and suppressed nervous laughter. Sebastian's gaze lingered on the pile of clothes you'd neatly arranged, the lace still visible in his mind. Despite your efforts, he knew exactly what lay hidden within. His own blush deepened as he placed the books on the desk, relishing this newfound mystery. This game seemed far from over. As Sebastian carefully arranged the books on the desk, a thousand thoughts paraded through his mind. Every line, every hue painted a vivid picture of you wearing the alluring red garment. He pondered about the curves it might conceal, the secrets it promised. The very idea made his blood rush hotter, making it difficult to concentrate on mundane tasks.

His imagination danced wildly—how soft you must feel beneath those tempting fabrics, how delightful the scent would be, and how desperately he yearned to explore your taste. Yet it wasn't just physical appetite driving his fantasies; rather, the juxtaposition intrigued him most. Timidity cloaked in seduction, innocence dripping in sin. Oh, what a fascinating enigma you were. Despite your quiet demeanour, there was undoubtedly a fiery spirit within. That brazen red whispered promises of passion untold, and Sebastain was desperate to decode the riddle. But for now, he feigned obliviousness, knowing discretion was crucial. For he, too, had secrets brewing beneath his polished exterior.

Your breath hitched, your thoughts wandering down paths you'd previously avoided. Images of Sebastian draped in nothing but his own undergarments filled your mind. You imagined the way his lean body would look, tension rippling beneath smooth skin, and how desire might transform his expressive features. Your cheeks flamed, realising the consequences of your daydream. Your undergarments, once just a respectable layer of cotton, now clung uncomfortably damp. You hesitated, contemplating whether to change immediately or risk waiting till privacy. Either way, the mere thought of Sebastian sent waves of warmth coursing through you.

This new reality was overwhelming yet exciting. The prospect of exploring these feelings with him felt both thrilling and terrifying. And even though you knew better than to fantasise about such unthinkable practices with a stranger, the taboo nature only fueled your fascination further. What kind of man was he beneath that charming façade? And who were you becoming? Embarrassed and exhilarated, you began to hang your clothes in the wardrobe, clutching your jumper tightly against your chest. You hoped no one else would enter our dormitory right now, especially not a professor.

Meanwhile, Sebastian snatched an opportunity to glance at the daring undergarment tucked among your belongings. His cheeks burned like fire, his conscience whispering warnings while his heart begged for indulgence. Nevertheless, he managed a casual facade, retrieving your toiletries from your trunk next. Placing them onto your nightstand, he attempted small talk, trying to maintain an easygoing front. "Quite an impressive collection of hair ribbons. Are you a budding hairdresser, perhaps?" he asked, sounding playful despite the racing pulse in his ears. Focusing on the silky sensuality of the fabric, Sebastian fought back a moan. His erection strained against his wool trousers, urging him to relieve it. Despite the torment, he maintained an air of nonchalance. As you spoke about your collection, he tried diverting attention from the obvious evidence of his turmoil.

Distracted by your work with the coat hangers, you replied, "A girl could never have enough hair accessories. Keeps one grounded, doesn't it?" The irony wasn't lost on him; here he was, losing equilibrium over a pair of lacy panties, owned by a pretty girl. He had to continue chatting lightly about trivial matters, hoping to shift focus from the risqué interlude. Meanwhile, his mind reeled with possibilities—how much more would you reveal if pushed further, and how far would you let him push?

With ease, you slid your pyjamas into the dresser drawer, determined to ignore your sopping wet panties beneath your own uniform. Every movement exposed subtle curves beneath thick layers—hips swaying gently as you bent, breasts barely concealed by cotton. Despite repeated attempts at restraint, Sebastian couldn't contain his perusal. Your sensuous silhouette mesmerised him, setting off a chorus of wanton whispers in his mind.

He adjusted himself again discreetly, his gaze following your lithe form closely. The sight of your tight calves leading to exquisitely plump thighs nearly undid him. His tongue ran along his dry lips, imagining the taste of your tender neck while your fragrance fills his senses. Even your tastefully sized uniform couldn't obscure the fullness of your figure, the captivating contours taunting him. But then, your innocent nature added depth to your appeal. Would you be just as guarded and bashful in bed? Your choice of lingerie suggested otherwise.

Sebastian cleared his throat, forcing himself back into the realm of pleasantries and semblances of decency. "So, what did you think of our common room?" He questioned casually yet earnestly, his gaze lingering on your hands as they moved over drawers and knick-knacks. His heart pounded relentlessly, echoing the beat of his hardening member. His thoughts, however, raced ahead unabashedly. Sebastian's imagination knew no bounds, unfettered by morality. Picture after picture played in his mind—your bound hands tugging against the silk material of the ribbons, drawing taut across your soft skin, contrasting sharply with the delicate confines of your undergarments. Then there was your lower half, helpless under his control; the fabric binding your thighs, tickling sensitive flesh like devil's snare, driving an insatiable hunger within him. And finally, that tantalising fantasy: a silk lint threaded between your folds, brushing against your clitoris with every imperceptible motion.

Each image flooded his senses, his entire being consumed by lust. Yet, he banished them swiftly, summoning a calm mask for your benefit. He needed to tread carefully, to navigate the murky waters of desire without capsizing his ship. Amidst it all, one thing was clear—you were destined to become his obsession, a new student sent here exclusively for him to indulge in.

You turned away from your stuffed wardrobe towards Sebastian, who sat casually yet suggestively on an otherwise empty bed. Heat blanketed your face as you realised how openly you'd examined him too. From his tousled hair down to his bulged trousers, every detail drew you in further. Desire coiled within you, battling apprehension and shock. It seemed this entire scenario was an unwritten invitation to explore untrodden territory. "The common room seemed… Dark," you mumbled shyly, delving into neutral words while trying not to gawk anymore. Your heartbeat matched your thoughts—erratic and fast, pulsating with anticipation and trepidation.

Noticing the flex of your thigh muscles as you shifted position, Sebastian swallowed hard, trying not to let his growing fascination show. They seemed so delicate yet strong, making him imagine them wrapped around his head during passionate nights. "Ah, the darkness suits us Slytherins perfectly, don't you think?" He smirked subtly, the gleam in his eyes hinting at more than idle conversation. As he answered, he fought back the urge to touch those very limbs. Instead, he hunched over on your unused bed, planting his arms and clasping his hands in his lap to hide his own discomfort. "Although, once you settle in, there will be plenty more to observe." Was it a casual observation or friendly small talk? Only he would know, though part of you hoped it was a promise.

Sebastian felt his resolve crumbling like sandcastles at high tide. He wanted nothing more than to rush into his own dormitory and relieve himself, but his better judgement held him back. With a tired sigh, he devised an excuse spot on, hoping it would suffice. "Well, I think we got most of your stuff," he remarked lightly before standing up hastily, concealing his arousal from your watchful gaze. "I suppose there's much studying left to do this evening. I think I should be heading off." His voice dripped with sexiness laced with melancholy, as though Christmas had just come early and gone by within minutes.

Turning away from your spellbinding form, he headed towards the door. "Duty calls, I'll see you tomorrow?" He chuckled a bit sheepishly as he opened the wooden door, wondering how soon fate would conspire again. As Sebastian prepared to exit, you managed a wavering smile filled with equal parts nerves and longing. "Goodnight, Sebastian," you whispered softly, feeling vulnerable under the weight of recent events. Flushed cheeks mirrored shared embarrassment and arousal that transcended mere acquaintanceship.

"Indeed," he acknowledged with a nod, halfway through the doorway. Despite his own disarray, he respected your need for decorum. A final, appreciative glance over his shoulder conveyed volumes unsaid. With a quiet chuckle at life's whimsical turns, Sebastian vanished into shadowy corridors, leaving behind an electric atmosphere suffused with tension and desire.

Feeling the weight lift off your shoulders upon Sebastian's departure, you let out a sigh of relief, sinking onto your bed wearily. There was something exhausting about repressed desire. You kicked off your shoes hastily and sprawled onto the mattress, your movements more erratic than usual. The school skirt rode high as it exposed your panties.

Without further ado, you whipped off your damp underwear, hastily lifting your skirt higher. Now completely naked from waist down, you surrendered to your needs. Thoughts of Sebastian swirled crazily in your head: his voice, subtle confidence, and most notably, the outline suggesting a girthy cock pressed against trousers. Those images propelled you further into arousal. Your fingers found home amidst your pussy’s folds in your underwear, rubbing circles that quickly escalated into almost violent strokes. Hard breaths punctuated the silence, breaking only for brief moans that you tried to muzzle unsuccessfully. As your caresses became more urgent, you imagined his rough fingertips pressing and rubbing against your pulsating core. Each stroke replayed the day's scenes differently than the reality: his gaze heavier, his words dirtier, his bulge even bigger. Desire consumed every thought, each breath now ragged and wild.

As Sebastian retraced his steps to his own dormitory, he couldn't resist touching himself discreetly through the wool barrier by squeezing his erection with his pocketed hand. His grip tightened involuntarily, his thoughts already veering into erotic territories. Images of your body lingered prominently, heightening arousal that threatened to burst through.

He visualised your beautiful form anew: legs spread wide, inviting, your sexy sounds echoing in his ears. His knuckles dug into his swelling member as visions flooded his mind—your dewy lips begging for his mouth, your hips grinding against his pelvis, your moans accompanying each thrust.

A torrent of lascivious scenarios invaded his senses and though he struggled to maintain composure, every step felt like walking on thin ice. Each squeeze exasperated him further, his groin throbbing under layers of clothing. He marvelled at the intensity of this attraction, wondering if it reflected mutual feelings or merely his immense libido. Finally reaching his own dormitory, he bolted inside, slamming the door shut. Dismissing any semblance of shame, Sebastian fumbled with the buttons, freeing his aching member. Groaning at the ceiling as he threw his head back, he allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy of your meeting earlier.

With a desperate hunger on your side of the dungeons, you grasped your breasts, freeing them from the restrictive uniform, the cool air caressing them gently as they bounced lightly. A soft moan escaped your throat, eyes clenched shut. The sight of tousled curls brushing against them clouded your mind, urging you onward. Two fingers slid deep into your wet depths, mimicking the firm yet tender exploration you wished for from Sebastian. You matched his supposed cadence, imagining him kneading those lovely globes with skilled hands, his other fingers probing roughly between your thighs. Each pump sent shivers coursing through your body, simultaneously pleasurable and agonising. Your nipples tightened under your own touch, demanding more.

The fantasy deepened: Sebastian's tongue flicking across your skin, teeth tenderly scraping while his fingers pushed your boundaries deeper. Feelings too potent to contain swirled chaotically in your head, threatening to spiral beyond control. An invisible thread connected your pleasure to his, entrancing and addicting. Your breath hitched faster with each movement, your entire being chanting his name quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

On the other end of Slytherin's labyrinthine corridors, Sebastian lay sprawling on his bed, trousers unzipped and let loose. Shutting his eyes tightly, he focused on the memory seared into his brain. Your face, voice, and scent assaulted him relentlessly, amplifying the need that could no longer be ignored. Jerking off with abandon, he gave in to his lust. Gritting his teeth, he pictured every minute detail of your luscious body, his anticipation growing stronger with each stroke. However, a nagging detail surfaced: he hadn't bothered locking the bedroom door. Despite the impending orgasm, fear crept its way in. What if someone barged in and found him thus engaged? Fumbling for his wand, panic gripped his heart. Where did he keep it?

Panic soon melted into frustration when he couldn't locate his trusty wand among scattered quills, books, and robes strewn around recklessly. A curse slipped past his lips involuntarily. Amidst these unfortunate circumstances, his cock pulsed forcefully, spurring him to continue a little longer. Yet, the fear of interruption left him tense, unable to fully immerse in the moment. Sebastian wanted nothing more than to cum fiercely, shouting your name to the roof, but fear kept him restrained. A sudden realisation dawned on his freckled face, blindingly obvious after much thought. In the chaos preceding assistance, he might have briefly set it on your desk while helping you unpack your trunk. He hesitated, torn between exploring his fantasies and retrieving his wand. However, practicality won over fantasy.

Sebastian knew the danger that lurked in his recklessness; if caught, the consequences would be dire. The urgency dwindled slowly as rationality filled the gaps, replacing horniness with embarrassment. With a heavy sigh, he began dressing hurriedly while mentally tracing steps back to your room. His heart pounded on his chest, the thought of facing you again, however fleeting, triggering excitement once more. Leaving his room hastily, he navigated towards yours with apprehension, praying to find his wand untouched. He felt vulnerable without it, exposed and fidgety. Although his body yearned for release, duty came first—his precious possession needed to return to its rightful master post-haste.

Upon reaching your dormitory door, Sebastian knocked out of courtesy, though the sound reverberated loudly in his ears. The subsequent moments bore an atmosphere pregnant with anticipation. A withheld breath escaped when he pushed the door slightly ajar, and his eyes widened in surprise upon seeing the scene before him. You laid sprawled on the bed, legs splayed eagerly, gasping his name while your eyes squeezed shut. The image of you, wet and wild, sent a jolt directly to his groin. Your tits jiggled invitingly as he watched, your nipples stiff, hands working diligently through your creamy slick. As the wand lay innocuously on your desk, his eyes were fixated elsewhere: two fingers sliding rhythmically, delving deep into your weeping entrance, covered by a cotton barrier. Mouth agape, he watched as your knuckles penetrated your wet cunt, matching the tempo he craved to set within them. Every whimper, every gasp was like music in his ears, reawakening his dormant arousal, a heady blend of temptation and perversity. His gaze roamed over your body, taking in every inch of exposed skin. Your moans wafted through the air, each one carrying your tongue's bitter confession of lust for him. They lashed at his ego, enticing him further into the erotic dance. Each rhythm seemed to scream "join me," a magnetic pull he couldn't resist anymore.

Despite his initial plan to retrieve the wand and leave to fuck his fist in his own dormitory, curiosity spiked as his cock strained desperately for attention. A slow smile tugged at the corners of his lips, decision finally made. Cocking his hip against the door behind him, he leaned nonchalantly, watching you through hooded eyes. You gasped again; this time louder, your breath hitching upon finding your sweet spot again. That beautiful face contorted with pleasure and embarrassment—a sight he had never seen but always desired. Knowing it was him who caused this reaction only fueled his desire, making him harder by the second. Your hand didn't pause though it quivered under the strain of your aggressive rhythm, daring and bold all at once. With a devilish smile tugging at his lips, he circled his pants with unsteady hands, struggling to keep himself contained amid a storm of hormones.

Clearing his throat nervously, Sebastian tried vainly not to blush, even as heat flooded his cheeks. The shock in your eyes mirrored his internal chaos perfectly. His swollen cock strained in his trousers, mocking his feeble attempts at decorum. Swallowing thickly, he attempted damage control, "I…I didn't mean to interrupt…" he muttered, hands trembling as he adjusted himself discreetly.

You scrambled to cover yourself quickly, pulling your skirt down and clutching your shirt tightly, eyes wide with shame. But the evidence of your own arousal was clear to him; he saw it everywhere: on your reddened face, your rapid breaths, and dilated pupils—proof of the fervour simmering beneath our exterior. Nevertheless, he respected your discomfort. His gaze flickered to his wand sitting idly on your desk before returning to meet your eyes. "We both know," he said softly, "that neither of us can deny what happened between us." In those words hung honest confessions and underlying temptations. His attraction to you wasn't something he could hide anymore, nor did he wish to do so. The game was now out in the open, your desires raw and exposed.

Your reactions were swift yet hesitant. Your heartbeat echoed in your ears, and blood rushed to your face at this unexpected spectacle. You glanced away from him, then back again, unsure whether to admit your faults or pretend like nothing happened. Embarrassment gnawed at you like the butterflies in your stomach, leaving an undeniable glaze on your cheeks. Finally, swallowing hard, you met his gaze firmly. "I know…" The admission was tentative but truthful. It hung heavily between you, and he nodded twice, recognizing your honesty. For a moment neither of you spoke, time itself seeming suspended in this charged silence. Then, a gravelly whisper escaped him. "Come here…please?" He beckoned you closer like a predator calling prey into its domain.

Your heart skipped several beats, but you found yourself moving towards him slowly yet surely, still clutching your shirt closed. This close proximity heightened the connection, exchanging your boundaries with mutual consent. Your bodies brushed lightly, and you locked your gazes as if challenging air itself to separate you. His eyes held promise and sin, mixed liberally with depravity and wanton desire. The atmosphere crackled with tension, ready to ignite at any spark. Each heartbeat resounded throughout the room, indicating your racing pulse synchronised as one entity now. Your gaze dropped to his bulge unconsciously, realising how horny he was for you too. Slowly, deliberately, he reached out his hand and pulled you flush against him by the waist, claiming territory in both word and deed. Through it all, your breath hitched uncontrollably, mirroring the surge of emotions coursing through you. Would you let your new acquaintance devour your innocence tonight? God, please, yes.

Both of you blushed furiously, the colour burning your faces scarlet. The fact that you'd barely met just an hour ago made your actions seem ridiculous and scandalous at once. Yet, there was a strange sense of familiarity, an intense connection you couldn't deny. Your lips parted slightly, and a quiet "please" escaped involuntarily. Seizing this opportunity, he pulled you closer, tightening his arm around your waist possessively. His muddy eyes gleamed with appreciation as they met your puppy-dog ones; their depths reflecting both excitement and fear, a perfect mirror of what you felt inside. There was no denying the electricity arcing between us, threatening to short-circuit us utterly.

As Sebastian nestled closer, his hips subtly ground against yours suggestively. Your breathing picked up pace, matching his erratic rhythmic pulsations. You trembled when his calloused hand slid subtly between the open gap of your shirt, brushing against tender skin, leaving trails of electric sensations in their wake. Shivers ran riot across mine body, reinforcing the unspoken agreement of irrational behaviour. Stealing a feathery kiss along your jawline, he whispered huskily near your ear, "If you change your mind, just say so. Otherwise…" He paused dramatically, punctuated by another grinding thrust against you. "Let's continue where we left off earlier." His hand moved stealthily underneath cotton, slithering his way to your breast that still rested on top of your lowered bra. With a soft moan trapped by your lips, he fully claimed you with a fierce kiss, sexually and emotionally, making sure you understood that he wanted only you tonight.

He kissed you desperately yet unhurriedly, alternately demanding and patient, as if trying to balance the fine line between urgency and patience. His tongue explored your mouth aggressively, seeking permission through every stroke. You responded instinctively, lips opening wide to welcome his incursion, mirroring his hunger without inhibition.

His free hand started its journey, tracing every curve it could find, stopping nonchalantly at your breast under the thin layer of fabric. Here, he hesitated for a split-second before finally reaching out boldly. With a firm grip, he squeezed your chest ever so gently, how it fit perfectly in his large palm like an offering meant specifically for him. Unhurried yet insatiable, Sebastian slowly plundered your lips. His tongue delved boldly into your mouth, mirroring the urgency palpable between us. As eagerness surged through him, so did caution, remembering it was his first time, and hoping it was yours too. His hand squeezed your tit gently but firmly, compressing it nicely in his palm, eliciting a faint yelp from your lips which were simultaneously bruised by his fervent kisses. An appreciative sound escaped him at the feel of firm flesh beneath his grip, prompting more exploration.

Rolling your pert nipple between his fingers, Sebastian felt it stiffen immediately, reacting positively to his prodding touch. A satisfied hum vibrated against your mouth, signalling approval. With each squeeze and pull, your chest rose and fell faster, breath hitching in response to his touch. He applied light pressure, fondling and kneading with abandon, desperate to savour every curve and contour hidden under layers of clothing. Little pinpricks of pleasure radiated from under his exploration, causing you to whimper quietly against his mouth. His tongue duelled fiercely with yours, battling for dominance amidst sparks of electricity dancing around both of you. In tandem, finger tips tweaked at your nipple aggressively, creating a paradoxical blend of pain and ecstasy within instinctive impulses coursing through every cell in your body.

With a rare skill, the Slytherin’s hand twisted into position for easier access. A shiver raced down your spine when he pinched that tiny bud harshly just enough to make you squirm, begging for more. Gasping into his kiss, you tilted your head backwards, surrendering yourself to his control. His free hand gripped your hair, holding you fast despite his urgency and haste. By now, your pants seemed woefully insufficient as sensations engorged and his weight pressed into you forcefully, a testament to his hunger. At your touch, he revelled in the sensation like an addict craving a fix, grunting low in satisfaction. His breath caught in his throat when your delicate hands roamed over the crisp material. Responding instinctively to the stimulation of your touch, he began peeling off his shirt, revealing lean and well-defined muscles previously hinted at by his clothes. His pecs flexed subtly beneath his smooth skin as one hand undid the buttons methodically, an erotic dance choreographed solely for you.

Simultaneously, his other hand tugged firmly at your tie, tearing it loose abruptly from around your neck, making your breath hitch once again by his sudden display of quiet strength. It fell to the ground much like his shame, replaced now only by insatiable wants. His own tie and shirt followed suit soon after as he discarded them artlessly, leaving him bare-chested and exposed. His breath ragged, eyes locked with yours, making sure you appreciated his offering. You stared entranced by his sheer confidence, noting dots of sweat even though he seemed so composed. He grinned wolfishly at your reaction before kissing you again: fierce, needful, borderless.

Meanwhile, your own garments were handled roughly yet carefully; off came the shirt next, uncovering pale skin marred only by the pink blush spread across it. The sight before him sent his brain spiraling wild with possibility and freedom. Your breasts, pushed up by the bra hanging around your midriff, glowing under the dim lights sparked something feral within him, releasing the primal urge to claim what he had only discovered an hour ago. However, the task at hand required immense concentration. Feverish hands searched frantically for the clasps of your bra, struggling slightly due to your elevated heartbeat echoing through your entire body and his own inexperience. Each attempt felt like nails on a chalkboard, both exciting and frustrating.

Finally managing to locate the clasp, the metallic snap echoed loudly before the material fell to the ground. Satisfaction, intermingled with triumph, coloured his features as your breasts sprung free fully. He groaned at the sight, appreciating the bounty before him—full, round, ripe tits bobbing gently. His eyes lingered on the nipples he had just hardened with his ministrations. His hands explored them greedily, seemingly lost in wonderment before pinching harshly once more for good measure and drawing out a shocked gasp from you. Boldly, he bent down to lick one rapidly before sucking it into his mouth, both of your toes curling in your shoes at your subsequent cry of surprise. For the first time in ages, Sebastian knew pure contentment and satisfaction.

Diving headlong into this forbidden fruit, he masked his indecision with zealous enthusiasm and an eager mouth. One hand returned to your waist, while the other grabbed your breast savagely. He squeezed it gently before stretching it further, enjoying the stretch of tight skin under his touch. Low growls escaped him as he buried his face against your flesh, licking at your tender skin with reckless impatience. The dry brush of his curled hair against your collarbone created a unique sensation, different from the silkiness of his tongue. Your cries of pleasant surprise turned into moans of arousal, igniting an inferno inside him.

Once satiated, he switched to your other breast, refusing to play favorites. This time, he grabbed its sister assertively, almost rough, wanting nothing less than dominance over this new territory. He played with it ruthlessly, pinching your nipple between his fingers gently but firmly, drawing out a high-pitched sound as his teeth scraped lightly at your skin. Sebastian's lips enveloped the sensitive peak trapped between his lips and sucked vigorously. This time, instead of gentle kisses and squeezes, hard pulls accompanied each nibbling action.

Your response was instantaneous. You pulled his hair almost affectionately, guiding him closer to your nape where a less sensitive spot resided. A soft yelp left him as his scalp was yanked, stray locks of hair becoming entangled between your fingers. He kept going regardless, appearing more determined than ever, his brown mop tickling you with each movement. The soundtrack grew louder, filled with your breathy gasps, his labored breathing, wet slaps of kisses, and occasional moans mixed harmoniously in lustful cacophony. Slippery saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth onto your breast, marking his ownership plainly.

Captivated by your tits, he couldn't resist attacking them as you moved backward towards your bed. His lips, teeth, and tongue remorselessly roamed over the peaks and valley, his hands exploring each curve and dip without mercy. You could hear him pant heavily, a testament to his throbbing passion. Your movements brought you closer to your destination, the safety net waiting for two entangled bodies to fall upon. He stumbled following you, his lips still suctioned to your chest, desperately trying not to lose contact. As you neared the edge of the mattress, the wooden floorboards creaked underneath you, protesting the invasion of these tangled limbs. Just before falling onto the plush sheets, his head finally lifted, his breathless gaze meeting yours for a split second. However, hunger got the better of him, drawing you back for another taste of heaven

His kiss fractionally landed higher than before, on the juncture of your neck and shoulder, causing a shiver to run down your spine. His tongue flicked out, tasting salt from the small beads of sweat forming there, then slipped inside the sensitive hollow. Another low growl emanated from him, urging him onwards, further than your upper half.

With a low growl, he helped lower you onto the bed, adjusting the position so your head rested comfortably against pillows. Before you knew it, he straddled your spread legs, his knees digging into the fabric beneath you, his leather belt pressing against your skirt. Your gaze locked with his fiery ones, the intensity building with every passing moment. Sweaty palms gripped your thighs, holding you steady while leaning forward purposefully. With a swift move, he hiked up your skirt, exposing the thick flesh bathed in arousal spilling forth from your pores.

A satisfied hum escaped him, eyes feasting on the view below. Muscular calves, soft skin, sexy curves that led to his ultimate goal - a treasure guarded by cotton. Mild apprehension clouded his judgment as he licked his lips, preparing himself mentally and physically for the deed. Thunderous heartbeats echoed throughout the room, adding tension to this vulnerable scene. As if in answer, your fingers slid into his hair, urging him closer, deeper. The tug was subtle but effective, pulling him towards your center. His gaze met yours once more, filled with questions and uncertainty. But despite everything, he obliged eagerly, lowering his face to claim his land, his lips parting to reveal sharp teeth.

Ignorant but eager, Sebastian pressed his tongue against your damp panties, wet heat seeping through the barrier. The unfamiliar textures overwhelmed his senses, but excitement drove him to push aside doubts, replacing them with bold curiosity. In his inexperienced enthusiasm, he didn't shy away from rubbing his tongue flatly over the material, brushing against your outer folds through the thin barrier.

Your thighs, hot against his ears, left trails of sweat, evidence of your need for relief. He knelt below you, his gaze locked with your face, enjoying your reactions, paralyzed by pleasure and frustration equally. His own legs were trembling as a consequence, betraying his own desire that leaked from his hard cock. Yet he remained undeterred, desperate to satisfy and understand the mysteries of the female body. Each tentative press of his tongue sent ripples of pleasure up your spine, increasing your eagerness for more as you bucked against his warm mouth. His actions were raw and sensual; they caused his eyebrows to crease in concentration, adding to the turbulent emotions running rampant during this learning process. Every breath became ragged, punctuated with subtle whimpers and sighs, both encouraging and taunting at the same time.

Eventually, he found the strength to glance down, taking in the sight of your damp underwear, glazed with anticipation. Rash and bold, he lunged forward again, teeth sinking into the waistband gently but firmly, opening the gateway towards the garden of Eden. A sudden gust of air escaped you as his efforts paid off, revealing the prize he sought. Finally feeling accomplished, he closed his eyes briefly, gathering what confidence he could. His nostrils flared as he smelled your drenched cunt, exuding the pheromones of your awakening desire. Feeling emboldened by your earlier reaction, he dipped his tongue hesitantly as his nose pressed against your clit, his curiosity guiding him rather than any prior experience. The taste hit him immediately; salty, sweet, and intoxicating, unlike anything he had encountered. Each swipe of his tongue revealed a new facet of your arousal, hidden preferences that fueled his hunger even further.

His rhythm developed naturally despite his inexperience, each lick and swipe getting bolder. His hot breath caressed your most private parts, sending shivers up and down your spine. His tongue played havoc, flicking faster across your clit, then hovering above before striking again. His hair brushed lightly against your inner thighs, tickling your skin, each movement deliberate yet messy. He swished his tongue, seeking and discovering hidden spots that drew more sighs and musical gasps from you. Your hips bucked involuntarily, arching into his assault while his tensed grip on your thighs only served to restrain you.

Warm spit trickled from his mouth, lubricating his playing field while his breathing synchronised with yours. He revelled in every sound, every tiny moan, absorbing your pleasure intensively. Slowly, hesitantly, he reached one finger between your legs, feeling your warmth and slippery wetness. Your folds clenched as he massaged delicately, matching the pace with his tongue.

His exploration and learning progressed quickly, but his enjoyment seemed equal. His tongue worked furiously, devouring you inch by inch, leaving behind squelching sounds of delight and surprise, all while your body arched up against the onslaught. He could feel your rapid pulse under his fingertips, a testament to his success. His confidence increased, pushing him to go further, to plunge deeper, to explore higher. His tongue weaved a trail of fire that nibbled, sucked, circled, and inched upwards.

Both your bodies writhed, sweat pouring despite the chill in the air. Grunts and moans resonated throughout the room, a beacon screaming for attention, begging for more. Your pleas urged him onward, words barely forming as you encouraged him to continue, continuing your torture with lust. It wasn't long till he looked up again, meeting your half-closed gaze once more. Although already appearing spent, you still looked beautiful, radiant even as you whimpered your pleas. His cheeks were flushed, eyes heavy with heat and lust, his own erection straining against his clothing.

His eyes traced the lower half of your body once more, drawn to the untouched territory below your labia. Your entrance gaped invitingly, offering its uncharted waters to a curious explorer. He saw pink, glistening walls, promising undiscovered pleasures that made his dick twitch violently. Curiosity gnawed at him, igniting a desire he hadn't felt before.

His stare lingered on your entrance, swollen and begging for attention. A newfound resolve set in, and with a final lick, he raised himself slightly, hovering over your invitation. His hesitation was evident, barely containing the ignorance dancing in his eyes. Then with an exhale, he dove in again, his tongue parting your folds before sliding into your hole. You jumped at the sensation, your body convulsing under the pressure and the sight of his bushy brows and burning eyes just above you mound. His tongue explored further, penetrating wider than your two fingers did, feeling the muscles wrap around him. Each withdrawal was met with disappointment, each thrust with anticipation.

The lack of lubrication coming from you due to the friction slowed him temporarily, but not for long. Slowly, methodically, he pushed harder, slipping farther despite the resistance. His pace faltered, replaced by searching motions, exploring every corner, scraping against the rough patches, and grazing over the sensitive walls. His dance led you to gripping his hair, your nails making faint scratching sounds on his scalp as you searched for anchoring points. The combination was too much for him. After one last plunge of his wet muscle, he emerged victoriously, his chin and lips covered in your juices.

Finally giving in to his curiosity, he wiped his mouth clean with the back of his hand, sticking two thick fingers in your tight, slippery hole. The twist of your body showed his first invasion had affected you deeply. But this time, the added pressure made you gasp and throw your head back, eyes screwed shut tight. His gaze locked onto your face, capturing every contortion as he pushed further, watching your face become a canvas of surprise and ecstasy. His fingers slid deeper, your walls stretching to accommodate him with eagerness. As he thrust slowly, his middle finger ran circles around something hidden deep within, sending sparks across your nerve endings. You moaned, each thrust accentuating the feeling at a snail's pace. His steady rhythm was broken when his thumb made contact, barely grazing your teardrop-shaped pleasure point. With a sharp intake of breath, you clung to his hair tightly, unprepared for the intensity of the feeling.

He hesitated, playing with you like a puppeteer. The promise of satisfaction lingered over your face, but he held back, curious to see how far he could take you. Your body pulsed, bucking beneath him, and finally, you pleaded with his name, those words producing a smirk on his face. With a feral growl, he pinched your bundle of nerves, your thighs shaking violently as you let out the loudest groan yet. A deafening crescendo reverberated around you, filling the cold room with the sound of untamed passion. Cleverly, he reduced the stimulation right as you neared climax, prolonging the agonising wait.

Every pulsing wave signalled your desperation, sensations surging through you like a storm brewing. Finally, he leaned down, sucking gently on your clit between his fingers' thrusts. Your pleasure skyrocketed, almost too much to bear. Sensing your breakdown, his grip on your thighs tightened until, finally, he couldn't hold back anymore. Blindly, he released everything he had learned so far, savouring every moment of your impending explosion.

Sebastian watched your face contort under his ministrations. It was a beautiful sight, and seeing your need fueled his own exploratory drive. He glanced up, looking into your eyes for confirmation. "Like that?" he asked hoarsely, his voice dripping in husky notes of desire, craving to hear your approval. His thrusting fingers gathered speed in response to your nod, your weak submission pushing him to greater lengths. The room echoed with your whimpers, punctuated by the smacking sound of his lips over your core. His gaze stayed fixed on you, taking in the change in flavour of your arousal, tracking your every expression, breathing along with you.

His fingertips curled, digging deeper, stretching you wide despite the discomfort. He wanted to give more, push you closer to the edge. With lightning speed, he switched to a three-finger attack, spreading you wide, your throbbing hole accommodating without complaint. He pulled away for a moment, leaving your clit alone, allowing you to catch your breath. Your heartbeat echoed loudly, and his breathing steadied. Your eyes were filled with gratitude and submission. Suddenly, he dived back in, sucking you forcefully and lapping your folds. You let out a desperate, high-pitched moan. Each thrust of his fingers enhanced the suction, creating friction that had you writhing uncontrollably. An orgasm was building, his fingers working as a lever, your quivering hole squeezing him with each fervid thrust. Your body yielded tantalisingly to his control as he drew out your pleasure like strings of a harp. Every tremble screamed at him to stop, but he wouldn't. His tongue lashed out, torturous waves of pleasure leaving your body.

Bliss washed over you, his relentless pursuit of pleasure consuming you. As your orgasm neared, you panted, gripping his hair harder. Pleas burst forth from you. "Please, Sebastian, just… let me cum!" you begged, your voice teetering on the edge of insanity. The intensity of your desire overwhelmed him. His own erection was stiff, the school uniform a futile barrier against his lust. He paused his tongue, noting the hunger in your eyes. It was intoxicating. Ignoring his raging cock, he resumed sucking your clit, eliciting an ear-splitting scream. That broke the dam, setting off a chain reaction which had you arcing off the bed. Your legs spread wide, your toes curled, and your fingernails dug deep into his scalp, yanking it harshly.

Again, he sucked hard, and you screamed out his name, the combination of pain and pleasure overwhelming. Your climax was his reward. The soft, high-pitched mews escalated, forming a symphony with the slurping noises he made. Shaking uncontrollably, feelings flooded you, waves peaking before crashing heavily, leaving you panting on the bed.

Exhausted, your body relaxed, your voice soft now. "Thank you," you murmured, the relief audible in your tone. He lay there for a minute, stomach pressed to your mattress, catching his own breath. Even though he was thoroughly aroused, he managed a crooked smile. "It's my privilege," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction.

As you came down from your high, his satisfied face morphed into one of smug triumph, and he crawled over you. You noticed a line of coarse hairs, leading from the waistband of his trousers towards his navel. You couldn't help but trace them with your index finger, marvelling at the trail of pubic hair. For a brief second, he squirmed under your touch, his chest rising and falling rapidly. But soon enough, he shifted and caught your hand, unable to resist the urge to control the situation once more. It was impressive how he could hold himself up on only one elbow, another sign he was indeed "your local duelling expert."

He flipped your hand, guiding your fingers to his erection. Straining against the fabric, it seemed desperate for your touch, matching the growling beast inside him. He swallowed nervously, pressing a chaste kiss on your cheeks before burying his lips below your ear, his nose poking behind it while he took in your now musky scent.

The moment your fingers made contact with his groin, he couldn't help but let out a deep, guttural groan. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, a sound he had never made before. His eyes rolled back, and his body shuddered, reacting to the foreign sensation. It was a strange feeling, having someone else touch him there, especially a girl he had only met a little over an hour ago.

But there was something undeniably exciting about it. It was like a new adventure, a new experience that he was eager to explore. He could feel his cock pulsating under your touch, the blood rushing to it, making it swell even more. He closed his eyes, savouring the moment, letting the pleasure wash over him. He could feel your fingers tracing the outline of his erection, feeling the heat radiating from it. He let out a soft moan, his body arching into your touch. He was completely at your mercy, and he didn't mind it one bit. In fact, he found it incredibly arousing.

He opened his eyes, looking down at you with a mixture of surprise and lust. He had never felt this way before, and he knew that he wanted more. He wanted to explore every inch of your body, to taste every part of you. He wanted to scream your name, just like he had made you scream his. He leaned down, pressing his lips against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. He could feel your heart racing, your body trembling beneath him. He knew that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. And he was ready to give you everything you desired.

His urgency matched yours, and he needed to feel your warmth against him. Hungry hands snapped the buttons of his front flap open, revealing his straining underwear and a visible bulge. What a beast it was. Then, leaning onto his forearms, he brought his forehead against yours. There was a sense of vulnerability in that position, eyes locked, staring deep into each other, though he only did it because the muscles in his arm started straining.

Slowly, he separated his forehead from yours. Instead, he moved his lips closer, just a whisper away from yours. He exhaled deeply, filling your mouth with the warmth of his breath. His nostrils flared, eyebrows furrowed, and the hunger for you grew stronger. This wasn't just a physical attraction; it was something… different. But Sebastian couldn't put a label on it. Not yet. Pushing his boxers down, he revealed all of himself to you, in all its shivering glory. His eyes locked onto yours, waiting for permission. He was yours, willing to follow wherever you led. A soft smile played upon his lips, his heated gaze promising that he would make you forget your own name. All you had to do was say the word.

Your eyes widened as he revealed his girth. It was… imposing. The sheer size of him was shocking, one he had to be proud of. Your eyes couldn't help but trace the thick veins of him from root to tip. The size made you a little nervous, but it wasn't unwelcome. You liked the idea of being full. The thought of the red lingerie in your trunk earlier crossed your mind briefly, and you almost felt guilty for fucking a student on your first day here. You weren't raised like this, but then…

You felt a sudden surge of curiosity; you wanted to know how his dick would feel. A shy smile graced his face at your astonishment, but there was still hesitation in your eyes. Slowly, reaching out, you wrapped your fingers around his shaft, coating it with warmth. You stroked it gently, slowly moving your hand up and down, shocked at the contrast of hot pre-cum against his flesh. He buried his face in your neck again, a rumbling sound of pleasure escaping him. With each stroke, every nerve ending was tested, sending shooting stars across his brain. Your nails lightly skimmed his clothed thigh, his cock twitching. The base of his shaft hit your palm with a small tap each stroke, spreading a wave of delight. And then you stopped, making him look up. You slowly looked at him, fear and excitement intertwining in your eyes. "Are you sure about this, Sebastian?" you asked softly, your fingers still clutching his cock. He grinned, a once flustered boy, now confident and enigmatic. "I can be patient, darling. If anything goes wrong, we'll stop, yeah?"

No sooner than the words left his mouth did he capture your lips, his fingers tangling into your hair. The kiss was demanding, possessive, as if trying to convey his need to you. He was a predator finally seizing his prey, showing no mercy. And it was perfect. You nodded, lost in the whirlwind of emotions, as he slowly started replacing your hand with his own. His breathing became erratic, his heart pounding as he guided the massive cockhead to your entrance. A faint hint of nerves danced in his eyes. Still, the eagerness sparkled brighter. As he thrust forward ever so slowly, his eyes rolled back, and his hips bucked involuntarily. You groaned, adjusting to the invasion. With slow deliberation, he pushed further in. Each inch sent ripples of sensation up into him, and despite the severe tightness, you felt heavenly. He could feel you clenching around him, tightening with every push.

He sank deeper, mimicking the speed of his heartbeat. He groaned too, sweat glazing his brow. "Oh God, you feel incredible," he muttered, his breath tangled in your hair. He threw his head forward, a soft growl escaping him, "Tight… so fucking tight…" Your hands gripped his arms, nails digging in, matching the intensity of the moment. But you wanted more. You wanted to see him lose control, to take him into a realm of passion and devotion. You moved his hand on your thigh aside, determined to show him that you were a match to his prowess. Slowly, you held yourself open, giving him room. As he started thrusting faintly, you instinctively squeezed him, testing the limits of your grip. The control he had over the situation shattered, replaced by utter fascination. His thrusts grew fadtert, his groans turning into ragged whispers. "Fuck," he panted, pulling you closer, "You're amazing…" You returned the sentiment, wrapping your legs around his hips, feeling every stroke deep within you. He fucked you like the devil himself fuelled him, and you reveled in each thrust, courage rearing its head.

At first, he was in control of himself. Each thrust deliberate, aiming to please and understand your comfort level. His eyes searched for a reaction, watching as your expressions flickered between pleasure and pain. But soon, he couldn't focus on anything else besides the feel. Each thrust felt like a lightning bolt piercing your core, making you gasp and moan. He watched as your eyelids fluttered, desperate for more. He was an animal now, forgetting everything but the rhythm. His body was rigid, jerking each thrust, leaving you gasping, begging for relief.

"God, please, Sebastian," you cried out, your hands grasping his neck. Your voice rose and fell, mirroring his movements, urging him to keep going. You trapped his gaze, showing him how much you enjoyed it, how much you needed him. His breathing was harsh, each thrust punctuated by the sound of wet slaps. He gained momentum, driving into you with wild abandon. He looked deep into your eyes, questioning if you were okay. But your loud moans answered his concern, emphasized by your tight hug around his neck.

He was losing control, his body shaking with the effort of holding himself up. His arms were unsteady, his balance wavering. He was close, so close, but he didn't want to end it yet. He wanted to make sure you were satisfied, that you were enjoying this as much as he was. "Fuck, I need you to lay on your side," he panted heavily, his voice hoarse from the effort. He didn't want to hurt you, but he was struggling to maintain his balance. Stringent breaths echoed through the room, sidestepping the ethereal melody of desire. Drenched in sweat, he pulled out, causing you to let out a growl of protest. He struggled to take off his remaining clothes, answering your disapproval with a smile. "Trust me," he promised, tugging his pants off, almost tripping over his shoes. Kicking them away, he laid behind you, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

He positioned himself once more, spreading your legs wider with a soft nudge. "Don't worry, I won't break you," he murmured with a kiss to your cheek, bracing himself behind you. One leg was draped over his thigh, offering easy access. He admired the sight: your round ass inviting him to enter as he spread your cheeks lightly. He didn't just admire, no, he savoured the view.

And then he plunged in again, hard and fast. You gasped, but the moans resumed, spilling out with soft curses and lip bites. A feral smile spread across his lips as his face towered next to yours, his hands grabbing your ass firmly. He slammed into you, chasing the pleasure he craved, punishing his hips against you. You responded, meeting his thrust with equal vigour, the room filled with passionate yelling and guttural cries. The sensation was overwhelming, an explosion in bedsheets hiding their carnal desires. His eyes never abandoned your lovely form, burying himself deeper within you. Lost in lust, he knew he was close, pulsating against the walls of your tight pussy. He could taste it, feel it; victory was near.

Overwhelmed by hunger, Sebastian lost control. His sanity slipped away, leaving only animalistic desire. Without warning, he delivered a sharp smack to the curve of your ass. A red print bloomed immediately, nothing more than a testament to his desire for you. Your muscles, in response, constricted around his already throbbing length. An orgasmic quiver engulfed you fully, echoing waves of passion throughout your body.

Remembering your earlier preferences, Sebastian reached for your clit with clammy fingers. His digits caressed your most sensitive spot, sending you into a frenzy of ecstasy. He found his rhythm, alternating between rough and tender, matching the pace he'd set with his thrusts. Your moans escalated, reaching a peak he couldn't ignore anymore. He probably had to stop, regroup, but every part of him screamed to continue. His heart threatened to burst. The room echoed with your moans and the rhythm of their thrusts. The wall clock ticked as time dissolved, consumed by raw passion. He paused to catch his breath, locked in your embrace. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, his body flush with excitement. In that moment, he made a decision, one driven purely by instinct. He had to come inside you, marking his territory without guilt.

With renewed force, he drove into you, faster and harsher than ever. Every thrust seemed to send shockwaves, propelling each pulse closer to climax. He played with your clit ferociously, careful not to overdo it and ruin your moment. You screamed into the pillow, begging for mercy and relief, all at the same time. His fingers dug into your hips, thrusting harder, each motion punctuated by an understanding grunt. He could feel it, the end. His balls tightened, the orgasm neared. "Come with me, doll," he whispered into your ear, surrendering to your passion. Together, you climbed towards the edge, helpless in his grasp.

Cumming wasn't gentle, no. Your body convulsed violently, reaching a crescendo of unchecked passion. Your moans grew louder, becoming strangled cries as you approached the edge. His thumb circled your clit, your cries filling the room, ending with a primal scream into the pillow. You released, vibrating furiously, practically milking everything he had to offer. Fleeting moments passed before he joined you, his own release powerful and unrestrained. His orgasm hit like a tidal wave, swallowing both of you whole. Eyes shut tightly, his teeth sank into your shoulder, his hips buckling with force. With a final, powerful thrust, he collapsed against you, surrendering to the aftermath. Satisfaction radiated, pulsating hot streams filling you up. You shook, your insides clamping down, milking every last drop from his exhausted shaft. The sheets beneath you grew wetter, marked by his triumph. Aftershocks rolled through your bodies, leaving trails of exhaustion. As the room slowly settled, two sets of heavy breaths finally became synchronized. You lay tangled together, hearts pounding in sync, bathed in the afterglow of pure, unfiltered passion.

As the room calmed, a sigh of contentment escaped your lips. You turned to face him, hair sticking to your forehead with sweat. Even in post-coital bliss, the intensity of what happened wasn't lost on either of you. A peaceful silence enveloped you, interrupted only by labored breathing. Slowly, reluctantly, Sebastian pulled out, the reality setting in. She was a stranger, someone he barely knew, yet he'd given her something valuable: his virginity. The weight of his actions bore down upon him, his mind racing. Memories of his previous life cascaded, replaced by the newfound intimacy he shared with this fresh face. A strange calm came over him, realizing the importance of what happened. He glanced down at your still-quivering body, a mix of curiosity and comfort washing over him. Was this a mistake? Or was it simply… fate? The new girl he was already infatuated with wasn't a stranger anymore. She was much more than that now. The postcoital awkwardness descended, emotions conflicting and intertwining. Did he rush things? Should he have been more cautious? Or perhaps, did everything happen naturally, leading him here? Staring into your eyes, he saw the same questions reflected back at him. This moment hung heavy with implications, marking the beginning of something unknown. As uncomfortable as it might seem, he knew one thing for certain: he wouldn't change anything.

Both of you were stricken, contemplating the enormity of the act. He traced the outline of your jawline, feeling the warmth radiate off your skin. "Was it worth it?" he asked hesitantly, knowing well enough that words weren't enough. His question was fraught with doubt, uncertainty, curiosity. Yet, there was also a hint of satisfaction, a promise of more to come. Sebastian paused, searching for the right words. "I… don't regret it," he said, tracing circles along your jaw. "Not when you reacted like that." His fingers strayed to your neck, caressing gently as if soothing himself as much as you. A shiver ran through you at his touch, reminding him of the passion you shared moments ago. He swallowed hard, trying to reconcile the vulnerability with the image of you lying next to him. You looked into his eyes, a whisper escaping your lips. "Worth it?" The corner of your mouth lifted into a small smile. "Definitely."

A bright blush spread across his face as he realized the gravity of the situation. He had to get out of here, and fast. He didn't want to get caught, especially after the loud moans that had likely echoed through the dormitory. He quickly got up from the bed, pulling on his clothes with a hurried urgency. Despite the urgency to flee, his gaze lingered on you. There was an undeniable attraction, a connection that extended far beyond physical; it felt almost magnetic. He hesitated, unable to break eye contact. Then, in between buttoning his shirt, he spoke, partly to ease the tension building, partly because he genuinely wanted to know more about you. "Um, how do you feel about Hogsmeade? Fancy grabbing a drink somewhere tomorrow… or maybe a walk? We can just… pretend we didn’t…" Embarrassment painted his features, half-filled with nervous laughter. He knew it was abrupt and somewhat presumptuous, but he couldn't resist the urge to spend more time with you.

You watched him dress, the situation both exhilarating and baffling. There was definitely something intriguing about this guy, and seeing him in a vulnerable state made him seem less untouchable. You managed a weak grin, eyebrows raising quizzically. "Sure, why not?" You replied, matching his nervous chuckle. "I…uh… I won't tell anyone about tonight. If you don't want to…" His face lit up at your agreement, gratitude sparking in his eyes. As you agreed to his impromptu invitation, a wave of relief washed over him. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek. His lips lingered for a moment, savoring the warmth of your skin. He pulled back, a shy smile playing on his lips. "Thank you," he whispered, buckling his belt with a newfound sense of purpose. He was going to make sure you enjoyed your time at Hogwarts, starting with a date to Hogsmeade. “After lunch ends?”

Seeing you nod, Sebastian took one last look around the room, making sure he hadn't forgotten anything. His wand was safely tucked in his pocket, a reminder of the whole reason this transpired. With a final glance at you, he moved towards the door, ready to face the world outside. "Until tomorrow, then," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice. The air between you thickened with unsaid words, promises unspoken, feelings unexpressed. Yet, the simple exchange held a heaviness that promised more was on its way. He opened the door, peeking out to ensure the hallway was empty. A swift glance back at you told volumes without uttering a word. The faint glimmer of expectation shone in those coffee-colored eyes, a silent confirmation of a shared understanding. Tiptoeing out, he closed the door softly behind him, disappearing into the darkness of the corridor. Left alone in the room, you smiled, reflecting on the extraordinary turn of events. An ordinary evening had transformed into something truly unforgettable. And though the future was uncertain, you knew you were in for quite a ride.

What had started as an innocent encounter had spiraled into an intimate, unforgettable memory. Emotions swirled in your chest, a whirlpool of excitement, anxiety, and anticipation. He was charming, dangerous, and seemingly just as bewildered as you were. But there was something about him that drew you in, like a moth to a flame. Your gaze dropped to your chest, feeling the heat left by his kiss. Your fingertips traced the spot where his lips had graced, as if trying to etch the sensation onto your memory. As the reality of what had happened set in, a mixture of giddiness and nerves coursed through your veins. He was indeed charming in his own twisted ways, and you couldn't deny the allure. Dangerous? Perhaps, but you found yourself attracted to it. The scent of him still lingered in the room, a faint aroma of leather and musk tickling your nose. With a gentle sigh, you tucked yourself under the blankets, allowing yourself to calm down from the intense sex. Thoughts filled with stolen glances, late-night conversations, and his wicked grin danced in your mind's eye. In the span of hours, he'd completely disrupted your perception of Hogwarts. The mystique surrounding Sebastian Sallow, the local duelling expert, was overwhelming, and yet irresistible.

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Yours to take

Notes: This is a continuation of It belongs to me and Mine! (but can be read individually), horny!girlfriend and possessive!Seb are at it again.

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!mc

Genre: Smut // Words: 7.9k // [Read on AO3]

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content. Public sex (reverse cowgirl, doggy, lifted missionary, first time anal). Traumatising first-years.

Synopsis: The game Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff is on, and Sebastian and his horny girlfriend can't just sit through it without indulging in their desire for each other.

Last warning: Whenever I write from Seb's perspective, it gets extra dirty. So be warned! Severe smut below!

Yours to take

She was squirming on his lap, restlessly shifting, pressing her plump arse right against his groin, grinding herself against him relentlessly. His cock was rock hard between her cheeks by now, and Sebastian would have groaned if they weren't currently surrounded by a sea of red and yellow and a whole stadium filled with Quidditch enthusiasts.

He couldn't care less about the sport in that instant, his mind was focused on the pretty girl slowly undulating on top of him, her eyes following the players as she tried to act as interested as the rest of the students sitting around them. But by the way her fingers closed around his knees, he knew she was focused on something else entirely.

His turn to shift slightly beneath her while he wrapped his arms tighter around her waist. His chin rested on her shoulder as he leaned closer until his nose was pressed against her neck. “Are you okay?” he said quietly, causing her to breathe a little more strained.

She nodded and turned her head slightly, and he saw that she was biting her lip hard, not hard enough to draw blood, but she was clearly trying to hide how riled up she really was. When her eyes met his, he noticed how dilated her pupils were, blown with lust, and the sight alone would have made him come in his trousers if he wasn't trying to hold back as much as she did.

He leaned his head even closer until his lips brushed against her earlobe, and while a roar erupted through the pitch as Gryffindor scored another goal, he extended his tongue and started licking up the shell of her ear. She shivered and mewled quietly, grabbing his knees tighter as she pressed her back into his chest. He continued his ministrations, one eye on the game in front of them while he moved his tongue in broad strokes and pointed pokes over her ear.

She downright moaned when he pressed the tip of his tongue right into it, but luckily for her, another uproar made the stands shake when it was a surprised looking Hufflepuff this time who managed to throw the Quaffle through the hoops of the opposing team.

He leaned back and licked down her neck now before he closed his lips around her pulse, breathing slightly heavier against her skin as he felt her rapid heartbeat throbbing beneath his touch. She squirmed even harder against him, still masking her movements by engaging in the game, mirroring the handfuls of Ravenclaws sitting around them.

She didn't fool anyone though, at least not him, most of her house seemed rather uninterested in Quidditch when their own team wasn't playing, which in turn had played into their cards when he had pulled her tiny frame onto his lap in the far back row. The view was great from here, but his view was even better as he watched the blush moving over her face and down her neck.

He kept sucking on her sensitive skin, working yet another mark into the slender column of her neck, and she whimpered quietly on top of him, now grabbing his arms as she pushed her body even firmer against his while she tilted her head slightly to give him more access.

His cock ached behind the tight confines of his trousers as her arse writhed against it, and he groaned into her skin before he sank his teeth into her neck teasingly, nibbling on the bruise until he soothed it with a long stroke of his tongue. Kissing back up her head, he pressed his lips to her jaw until she turned her head and met his gaze.

The heat swirled around them like the breeze coming from the mountains, and without hesitation, their mouths collided for a searing kiss while more roars and cries echoed all around them. The game was still going strong, Hufflepuff seemed to turn it around to everyone's surprise as Gryffindor still lamented their bruised egos.

The noises masked the heavy breaths they exchanged as he circled his tongue around hers while his hands moved down to her waist, his fingers digging into her sides demandingly. She held onto his wrists and leaned into the kiss, the movement of her arse paused momentarily. As he leaned away a little to catch his breath, she watched him with her lips parted and swollen, her gaze even more hungry now.

“What do you need?” he asked quietly as he leaned to her ear, kissing her earlobe.

She buried her nose in his hair, breathing heavily. “You,” she whimpered, her lips brushing against his forehead. “Inside me,” she added and leaned a hand up to grab his hair and pull him back so he could look at her.

He licked his lips and smirked at her. “Right here?”

She nodded frantically, her other hand already pulling up her skirt as she shifted on top of him. The stiff fabric moved up her backside as she crouched on top of him while it was still covering her thighs in the front. He leaned back slightly to take in the view and raised his eyebrows appreciatively when he noticed that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

With her skirt pulled up enough so she could rub her bare cheeks against the front of his breeches, she turned back around fully and put her hands on his legs as she spread her own a little wider, leaving it to him to do the rest. He inhaled deeply and looked around for a moment, his hands moving down her hips until they were under her skirt, eagerly caressing her soft flesh.

The game kept going around them, with players flying all about, Quaffles and Bludgers whirring through the air, the score moving up and down inconsistently while the sea of red and yellow roared and cheered and booed. Sebastian had never imagined to be doing this so publicly, during a Quidditch match no less, right there on the stands, with no opportunity to hide. Her skirt was the only barrier between those prying eyes and them, and he feared it wasn't enough.

But his lust for her, fuelled by her insatiable hunger, made him move his fingers down to the buttons of his trousers, and after a little bit of fumbling as he couldn't really see what he was doing, he managed to free his throbbing dick from its confines. It sprang free and right between her plump arse cheeks, and she moaned softly when his tip pressed against her wet folds.

He let her squirm against him for another moment, as one of his hands came up from beneath her skirt and grabbed her waist, while the other held his base, ready to plunge his eager cock into her warm depths. He knew she didn't need any kind of preparation, he could feel her slick against his hand as it coated his tip.

She was ready, she was always ready for him, and maybe she even liked it when he pushed into her tight channel like this, forcing his girth into her clenching walls, he certainly did because the way she gripped him when he would, was like nothing he had ever felt before. And just thinking about it, made him leak already. Inhaling deeply, he dug his fingers into her side and motioned her to lift herself slightly.

When she complied, her whole body tense, he pressed his tip against her entrance, feeling the tight squeeze of her muscles before he slipped past the resistance until his crown was gripped by her walls. She mewled against him, one hand raised to cover her mouth, as the other dug sharp fingernails into his leg. He pressed his lips together, suppressing a groan, and slowly kept pushing until he removed his hand and, with both hands on her hips, forced her firmly down on him until he was completely buried within her tight wet depths.

She cursed under her breath and thrashed her head into his shoulder, while he breathed heavier and closed his eyes for a moment, savouring the warm sensation of the almost suffocating grip of her pussy. While he let her adjust to the stretch, he took another look around the stands and smoothed her skirt around them, covering any possibly visible skin before his hands came to rest on her stomach, pulling her further into him yet.

He was tempted to grab her breasts and make her ride him like there was no tomorrow, but he was still too wary to be too brash in public. He didn't care about himself, he'd been scolded before for disturbing the peace and quiet of the castle, but he usually managed to keep her out of harm's way (if she wouldn't put herself there on her own sometimes). But he was worried about her reputation, and even though the insane idea to fuck her in front of everyone to show them who she belonged to was growing on him, he was not ready to indulge in such obscenities just yet.

So fucking her on the stands during a Quidditch match was the furthest he was willing to go. They could mask the fact that she was sitting on his lap despite all those empty seats around them with the excuse that she was too tiny to see properly otherwise, not that anyone cared to ask, but in his mind he needed a cover up story, knowing her skirt wouldn't be enough once she got really worked up, but he hoped the loud roaring around them and the commentator's constant mumble and the cheers and boos and whooshing of players flying by were enough to hide her noises.

He felt her breathing heavily against his hands as she shifted on his lap, slowly starting to grind against him, moving her hips in tight circles as she worked her walls against his hard cock. He leaned back against the low wall of the stands with a deep groan, his hands returning to her waist as he held and assisted her in her endeavours. He felt her thighs twitching and pressing against his legs, her fingers digging into the fabric of his trousers, and when he pushed his hips upwards against her, a deep shudder rushed through her small body as she let out a strained moan.

She then leaned forwards on her arms propped on his knees and, with the tiniest of movements, worked her hips against him, slowly moving up only to slam back down on him hard, again and again, her arse cheeks rubbing against his lower stomach as she began to bounce on him slightly. He was proud of her for holding back so much, he knew she could do these same motions much, much rougher and faster, really riding him with all she had, making her breasts jiggle deliciously.

He'd usually preferred her facing him so he could see all those movements and maybe even bury his face between her taut mounds or lick them or suckle on her hard nipples, if he wasn't too busy watching her face contort in ecstasy, with her blush wandering from her face down to her shoulders and chest.

But with her facing away, fully clothed on top of him, all he could focus on was the tight grip of her pussy as she moved herself up and down on him, her walls clenching around his cock, rubbing along his shaft and squeezing, before she sucked him in all the way until his tip was prodding against her cervix.

He muffled his groans by pushing his mouth to her neck, and she gasped and whimpered at the sudden touch and sound. While he kept his lips pressed to her skin, his face half-hidden by her hair, she moved faster on top of him, still trying to emulate normal Quidditch audience behaviour, mirroring the excited writhing of the crowd whenever a player would score or dodge a Bludger or get close to the Snitch (he hoped catching it would take them a little longer though).

Her movements became erratic now, her bounces shorter, and he felt that she was really struggling to keep their secret connection hidden. Leaning up to press his cheek against her ear, he grabbed her waist tighter and started moving his hips upwards in quick snaps, and she immediately dissolved on his lap, almost losing her balance.

Her hands closed around his wrists as she pushed herself against him, holding onto him for dear life as her breaths became shallow, the heat in her face a telltale sign of her arousal, but luckily for her it was a warm day and nobody cared about a red-faced girl squirming on her boyfriend's lap during an agitated match.

Sebastian kept his steady rhythm of pushing into her, while her walls clenched around him further, her entire body tensing up on top of him. Her fingernails sank into his skin as she writhed, her legs shaking badly against him as she stood slightly, hovering above him while he raised his hips in exhaustingly hard thrusts. The angle wasn't perfect, and in the end he had to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her back down so he could rut into her better from his seated position.

She quickly melted into him, her back pressed against his chest as her head lolled back into his shoulder, her lips parted as she moaned and whimpered, and he raised one hand to turn her head to him and capture her mouth to muffle her noises, one arm still tight around her stomach as his hips snapped against her with reckless abandon. He could feel her stiffening, and then a sudden jerk rushed through her spine as her muscles contracted around him while her orgasm crashed over her.

Her tightness made him groan into her mouth, and she mewled into his. Her hands clawed at his arm while her body convulsed on top of him. She was squeezing his cock so hard he didn't stand a chance to hold back any more, and with a final deep thrust he pushed her down on him with a force that made her squeal against his lips. He buried his entire length in her depths, his tight quivering balls squished between their shuddering bodies, and then felt the twitching and throbbing of his cock as thick ropes of cum spurted from his tip as he shot his seed right into her womb.

He let out a deep grunt at the same time as the stadium erupted into cheerful roars when Hufflepuff scored another goal. The game around them was a mere background noise as he focused on her heavy breaths and the twitching of her limbs against him until they both relaxed slowly, their connection still as deep, their combined warmth soothing their heated skin, and he could have stayed like this forever.

She leaned against him, and he kissed her cheek lovingly as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding onto her as exhaustion washed over him. His eyes fluttered shut, and he leaned his forehead against her shoulder. For a moment they just relished in their shared experience, the public nature of it only adding to the desire still burning within him. No one had suspected a thing. And even if someone might have noticed their erratic movements or flushed faces or heavy breaths, he couldn't care less.

“Next time,” he whispered hoarsely as he opened his eyes and watched her profile while he leaned closer to her, his lips brushing against her neck. “I'll take you in the middle of the Pitch and you'll ride me like you mean it.”

He noticed the blush getting darker on her cheeks, but she nodded eagerly and turned her head to him, licking her lips.

His eyes moved over her face. “Would you like that?” he went on, his voice low and quiet. She nodded again, her pupils still blown with lust as she chewed on her swollen lips. “Say it,” he demanded under his breath.

“I want you to take me anywhere you want,” she whispered, her voice raspy, the sound of it causing shivers to rush down his spine. “Anywhere, for all of them to see. I am yours to take, Sebastian,” she added, her eyes boring into his, and he felt his cock twitching inside her hearing those words leave her beautiful mouth.

He took a shuddering breath and smiled at her before leaning in to claim her lips for a passionate kiss. She kissed him back hungrily, shifting on his lap as she turned more to him to wrap one arm around his neck while her other hand cupped his cheek.

Around them the game came to a sudden stop when the Hufflepuff seeker managed to catch the Snitch right from under the Gryffindor's nose, and the entire stands vibrated under the roar of the audience. There were boos from the red side of it, but all the other houses celebrated the unexpected win of the Hufflepuff team.

In their corner of the Ravenclaw stands, Sebastian held onto his girlfriend and couldn't care less about unexpected wins when his own win was still pressed to his body, his cock still deep inside her, claiming her as his own as his seed slowly seeped past her fluttering walls, staining the front of his breeches. Their kiss was sloppy and slowly turning more aggressive again as they both regained their composure from their combined releases.

He leaned back slightly, breathing heavily against her lips as his eyes bored into hers. Behind her the first students left their seats, but no one even looked at them, huddled together like this. The chatter subsided slowly, and when they were finally all alone, he grinned at her.

“Let's work our way down the Pitch, shall we?” he whispered, and she tilted her head in slight confusion, but instead of explaining it to her, he grabbed her waist and picked her up, pulling her off him, coaxing a soft moan out of her and a grunt out of himself, before he stood up, his legs shaking almost as badly as hers, but he managed to guide her to the front of the stands, where he pushed her stomach-first against the low railing, before he positioned himself behind her, his cock already hard again.

Down below on the grass the last players met, either with their heads hanging, or celebrating with their fists raised, and all the way above them, a Slytherin, who couldn't care less about their game, grabbed the skirt of his girlfriend and forced her legs apart before he sank his throbbing length back into her quivering depths. Her moans came free and unrestrained this time, as they both watched the stadium emptying. There were still enough students around to notice them, but he was invested now to go through with the idea to take her anywhere he wanted. Her words.

It wasn't as bold as fucking her right in the middle of a crowded Quidditch Pitch, but the idea alone made him rut into her forcefully as he grabbed her waist and drove his cock deeper into her, while she clung to the railing, her only focus on staying on her legs as she whimpered softly. He could feel her walls clenching around him as he pushed his hips against her arse in an unrelenting rhythm. His grunts left his throat unfiltered, carried away by the warm breeze hitting his sweaty face.

The wood beneath them creaked dangerously as he kept pounding into her relentlessly, his hands moving under her skirt to grab at her plump arse cheeks, kneading them and pulling them apart to allow him to push even deeper until he continuously hit that sweet spot deep within her, making her legs tremble, and he felt her shuddering helplessly, her moans still not as loud as he was used to, but loud enough to make a few people down below look up at them.

He saw her blushing hard, and she tried to hide herself from the onlookers, but he grabbed her neck tightly and forced her to stay upright. He even wrapped his other arm around her stomach to pull her against him, showing those peepers who made this girl moan so much. A dark grin made his lips curl as he continued thrusting into her hard, her body spasming in his embrace as she succumbed to her second orgasm of the day. Her hands held onto the railing as she supported herself while she moaned and thrashed her head back against his shoulder.

He barely noticed the indignant looks of the players below or how they finally left, shaking their heads or openly staring some more. Sebastian was focused on bringing his girl to new heights as he rutted into her, his grunts loud in her ear as she shuddered and trembled, her walls fluttering around his cock as he drove it in and out, fast and hard, again and again, unrelenting until she cried out once more.

She clenched around him even fiercer, really squeezing him now, and his resolve to coax all those noises out of her shattered the moment he felt his balls tightening. He tried to give her a few more thrusts, but in the end he couldn't hold it any longer and rammed his cock into her for one last time, rocking her entire body against the railing as he twitched inside her, emptying himself into her depths all over again.

His arms tight around her shivering form, he held her until he relaxed slightly. She was still trembling against him, her soft little moans quiet now and only for him to hear. Inhaling deeply, he pulled out then, feeling her tight pussy protesting. With his spent cock pressing against her inner thigh, he stepped between her legs and moved one hand to her wet folds, his fingers gliding through her slick until he pushed two of them past her stretched entrance.

She groaned and shivered, her lips parted, as he drove his digits deeper, pushing his seed further into her pussy while her muscles tightened around him lazily. When he withdrew his wet fingers, he grabbed her neck with his free hand and made her tilt her head back before he brought his soiled fingers to her lips and, without hesitation, pushed them into her mouth.

She gasped in surprise, but was quick to let her tongue flick against them, licking up their combined juices almost hungrily. He moaned deeply as he watched her, how she let him push his fingers deeper into her mouth and onto her tongue, even deep enough to feel the back of her throat. She fought the urge to gag, even though she knew how much he loved it when she did it, the feeling of her body convulsing uncontrollably against him was just too delicious for him.

So he pushed his fingers deeper, and she twitched in his hold, her eyes closed with tears shimmering under her lashes, before she couldn't help it and gagged around him, her body shivering under the sudden motion, the tight squeeze of her throat around his fingertips causing him to groan and the feeling of her spit lathering his fingers enough to make him lean against her, pushing his growing erection between her folds once more.

He released her eventually, and she lurched forwards and coughed and spluttered, holding her throat as she tried to regain her composure. He felt her swallowing against the long fingers of his hand on the back of her neck, and he eased his grip slightly, before he pulled her into a comforting embrace, his hand on her head as he stroked her hair soothingly. She leaned against his chest, breathing heavily, until she relaxed again.

After a moment, he leaned back and grabbed her jaw gently, looking at her intently, before he moved closer and poked the tip of his tongue against the corner of her mouth, lapping at the saliva dripping from her lips. She inhaled sharply at the motion before they both moved in at the same time and smashed their mouths together for a heated kiss.

She turned around then and threw herself against him, her arms wrapping around his neck while his hands moved down her backside to smooth her skirt down. As much as he loved taking her in public, he didn't want to expose her too much, and even though the stands were completely empty by now, he didn't want to risk showing her beautiful arse to just everyone. Especially with his cum dripping down her legs.

He wanted everyone to know that he had claimed her, but the love bites on her neck were enough proof of that for now. No need to show her around looking like the little slut she was for him.

Breathing deeply against her lips, he kissed her almost lazily now, just enjoying the feel of her warm tongue pressed against his while his big hands roamed the curves of her body, kneading her plump arse through the fabric of her skirt. She leaned away first, her lips swollen and her breaths ragged, as she looked up at him with a mischievous spark in her eyes.

“So, where do you want to take me next?” she asked with her voice still raspy.

He smirked at her, tilting his head to think, before he looked away and along the stands. He found the perfect place, and when he looked back at her, he quickly moved his hands lower and grabbed the back of her thighs to lift her up against him. She wrapped her legs eagerly around him as he started carrying her towards the nearest tower, her wet centre pushed against his lower stomach, staining his white shirt.

Her fingers dug into his hair as she watched him intently, lust burning in her eyes, the blush seemingly permanently etched into her beautiful face. His eyes moved over her features and his heart swelled under the realisation of how lucky he was to have her. Lucky to call her his. Lucky to do all these perverse things to her and know that she was just as into it as he was.

As he reached his goal and firmly pressed her back against the wooden wall of the tower clad in green and silver fabric, he leaned in and pushed his lips to hers. “I love you, you know that, right?” he whispered then, his breath ghosting her heated skin.

“I know,” she whispered back with a smirk, before she cupped his face and kissed him again. “And I love you too. And I love everything you do to me,” she added between kisses.

He smiled at her, his own cheeks warming up under her touch. “Everything, eh?” he repeated with a sly twinkle in his eyes.

She nodded and pressed another kiss to his cheek before she leaned towards his ear and whispered: “Take me again, Sebastian. Fill me up and make me yours all over again.”

He groaned deeply and tightened the grip of his fingers on her arse. “Anything you say, darling,” he murmured and playfully nibbled on her earlobe. He pushed her up the wall slightly as she crossed her feet behind his back, holding onto him like a little monkey. One hand still on her plump cheek to support her, he moved his other hand under her skirt and between their bodies and guided his already eager dick back to her heat.

His eyes bored into hers as he pushed his tip between her folds once more before he inhaled deeply and then pressed into her tight pussy, his cock sinking home as if it belonged right there – which it did. He filled her up and watched her reaction as he did, the tremble of her lips and the fluttering of her eyelids and how she moved her fingers back into his hair as a soft moan slipped from her throat.

He grabbed her rear once more and pulled her closer, burying himself as deeply as possible as her walls gripped him invitingly, his legs shaking slightly under the exertion. “Ugh, you take me so well,” he grunted and leaned his forehead against her chest for a moment, inhaling deeply to fill his nostrils with the sweet scent of her breasts through the fabric of her shirt. “You're made for me...” he mumbled, his fingers kneading her arse cheeks, teasing between them. “And only for me...”

“Only for you,” she confirmed quietly and caressed his hair softly. He looked up slowly and met her warm gaze, her pupils dilated with love instead of lust, her tender smile almost too much for him to handle.

Lucky. That was what he was. Despite everything he did and had done to her, she was still looking at him like this, so gentle and loving and completely devoted. She was his, and she finally knew it. He felt his lips trembling and quickly leaned in to press them against hers, claiming her mouth for a passionate kiss as he started moving his hips against her, slowly slipping in and out, back and forth, until he fell into a faster rhythm and pushed her up the wall with each powerful thrust.

She gripped his hair and moaned into his mouth, their tongues wrestling sensually while he pounded her as if it was the last thing he would do on this earth. His grunts were swallowed by her kiss, and soon he felt light-headed and dizzy, but kept ramming his cock into her hard and fast, her legs trembling and pressing against his sides as her feet dug into his lower back.

Eventually she broke the kiss and thrashed her head back, a loud cry of pleasure erupting from her throat as her muscles contracted around him, gripping him so tightly he was barely able to keep moving, but he forced through, fucking her roughly through her release.

Her body shuddered in his embrace as she leaned in and wrapped her arms around his neck, her entire weight now off the wall and on him, and he leaned one hand against the wall to keep himself upright, as he held her with the other, his hips snapping upwards into her with a force that surprised himself. Groaning and grunting, he pushed through, letting her walls milk him more and more, yet he was determined to bring her even higher.

The hand on her arse moved lower and teased against her other hole. He felt her squirming against him and a loud whimper escaping her as he pushed a finger past the tight ring of muscles and held it there, feeling her clenching around it, while he kept ravishing her pussy with forceful thrusts. The extra stimulation made her spasm against him, and he had trouble standing under her weight and convulsions.

Somehow he managed to turn around and lean against the wall himself, his own noises bleeding into hers as she came undone around him once more, her juices flowing freely around his cock and squirting against his balls. He steadied himself and brought his gaze up, seeing the castle looming in front of him, with all those windows looking towards the Quidditch Pitch. The idea of anyone being able to see them like this was exhilarating and made him move faster against her. He even pushed his finger deeper into her tight little hole.

She wailed at the sensation and held onto him desperately, burying her face in his shoulder, her noises so sweet and innocent in his ears, those tiny whimpers and moans and heavy breaths that he had committed to memory long ago. If there was only one sound he could hear for the rest of his life and nothing else, he would always choose the moment she would climax against him, when her voice was softest, the most vulnerable, when she was dependent on his grip on her and melted into him like she was truly a part of him.

He made her come one more time, with his hips snapping against her as he fucked her open, his cock moving easily in and out, his rapid rhythm quickly pushing her over the edge as her body tensed around him, and when her pussy gripped his length from tip to base, he let out a loud grunt and stilled within her, feeling his balls shuddering as he released his seed into her womb once more.

She whimpered quietly into his ear as she held onto him, her muscles contracting around his cock and his finger, and despite the exhausting twitches of his body as he emptied himself inside her, he kept poking at her hole, eager to coax more noises out of her. She complied, writhing slightly, her tight entrance slowly stretching as he pushed deeper until he was knuckles deep, and she moaned hoarsely.

“Do you like that?” he breathed heavily against her. “Do you like me claiming all of your holes?”

She let out a strained grunt as he slipped his finger out and pushed in two now, stretching her even more. “Mhmm,” she made, obviously trying to hold down her noises at the unknown sensation.

“What was that?” he asked harshly, bringing his lips to her ear before biting down on her earlobe roughly.

Another grunt escaped her. “Y-yes...” she whimpered breathlessly.

“Say it,” he demanded, his fingers moving in and out of her arse quicker now, while his cock still twitched inside her pussy, already hardening all over again under the feeling of her tightness.

“I-I... I want... I like... ah...” She was really struggling against his ministrations, squirming against his body as her thighs pressed hard against his waist. “My... my holes... are yours...” she managed to croak out eventually, and he smirked darkly, his breaths shallow once more.

“Would you like to have my cock in that tight hole? Right now?” he whispered into her ear, a shudder rushing through her.

When she nodded, his heart fluttered in excitement, and even though he wanted to tease her more, the growing anticipation got to him first, and he slipped his fingers out of her and grabbed her waist to slowly pull her off him. Her legs loosened around him, and she watched him with her lips parted and her cheeks flushed deeply.

He carried her towards one of the benches and sat her down gently before he looked at her for a moment with his heart beating faster and his cock twitching eagerly, ready to explore yet another part of her body.

“Turn around,” he told her almost breathlessly. She nodded and stood, turning around until she straddled the bench with her back to him. “Lie down,” he continued, one hand around his hard length as he watched her with his mouth running dry from the sight alone.

She leaned forwards and pressed her chest to the wooden bench before she crossed her arms in front of her and rested her cheek on them, her arse still in the air, her skirt pushed up all the way to reveal the entirety of her backside, from the small clenching hole to her quivering cunt, her wetness and his seed seeping past her folds.

He had never seen anything more arousing.

Stepping closer on shaking legs, he put his hands on her curves and gently caressed her soft flesh while he manoeuvred his cock between her legs, teasingly moving it against her inner thighs, letting their combined juices drip onto him. His attention went back to the tight ring of muscles, and he inhaled deeply to keep himself from ramming into her immediately, wanting nothing more than to ravish her arse so she'd feel his intrusion weeks from now.

But he stopped himself, never wanting to hurt her despite all the deranged things he made her do. So he fumbled his wand out of his pocket and pressed the tip against her skin, easing her muscles and letting a soft stream of water rush down and past her agitated skin. She moaned softly under the sensation. Pocketing his wand, he moved his index finger closer and slipped it into her slowly, moving it in tantalizing circles to stretch her properly.

She writhed beneath him, and he felt her wetness increasing as his cock bounced excitedly against her folds. He grabbed it with his free hand and swiped it through her slick, thoroughly coating himself before he brought his tip to her other hole. Removing his finger with a wet pop, he quickly pushed his cock against it, and while he inched it deeper into the tight space, feeling the grip her muscles had on him, he moved his free hand down to rub it over her swollen pussy.

Another moan escaped her, and he felt her shuddering as she battled both the stimulation of his hand and the unknown pressure of his intrusion. A whimper ripped from her when he managed to push his tip into her arse, the tightness almost too much for him, let alone for her, but he kept going slowly, his breaths tense as he felt her muscles protesting against him. He groaned deeply while she whimpered, and to make things easier for both of them, or so he hoped, he gritted his teeth and pushed in all the way with a single snap of his hips, forcing his way deeper until his balls slapped against her folds.

She cried out, her noises muffled as she bit down on her arm, quiet sobs emerging from her as he filled her tight arse with his girthy cock. His grunt was equally pained. “You're so fucking tight,” he breathed with a strain to his voice, and he had to lean his hands on her hips to gather himself for a moment.

Her legs gave way then, and she almost slipped down and away from him if it wasn't for his grip. Brought back to his senses slightly, he stepped closer and grabbed her legs to pull them up on the bench behind her, making her stretch out until she lay on her stomach while he straddled her thighs and pulled her hips up slightly as he sank deeper into her arse, the prone position making her even tighter. Yet it was all he ever wanted, buried in her warmth, held snug by her muscles, so closely connected everything around him ceased to exist.

It was just him and her. And the approaching footsteps, but none of them registered them just yet.

He carefully sat down on her legs now, smirking to himself as he realised he was riding her now. She groaned under his weight and his cock sinking even deeper, but she only buried her face in her arms and let it happen – because she was his good girl, and he knew she would never deny him.

His hands moved to her shoulders, his fingers hooking around them lightly before they moved down her back and traced the arch of her spine back up to the curve of her rear where he slipped his hands underneath her skirt to push it back up, exposing her rosy cheeks to him. They became even rosier when he started smacking his flat hand to them, and she squeaked and cried out every time, squirming beneath him, her muscles tightening around his cock with each writhing of her body.

Once he was happy with how red her arse was, he grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him a little more before he started moving his hips against her, slightly squatting above her to get better leverage. Rocking her back and forth on the bench, he fell into a steady rhythm of pulling back and pushing back in, each movement of his cock against her tight muscles coaxing these deep whimpers out of her. He felt his thighs burning under the exertion, but he kept going, the tight squeeze of her arse around him quickly pushing him towards the edge.

And as much as he fought to not fall over it, he couldn't help it. His balls tightened and his thrusts became rougher, and with a loud groan he rammed his length all the way into her as his seed pushed out of him with a force he had never experienced before. She wailed loudly, her muscles contracting around him, milking every last drop of cum out of his painfully twitching cock while he shuddered against her, the grip on her waist so tight he was sure to leave bruises on her soft skin.

Eventually he folded, quite literally as he leaned forwards and rested his entire body on hers while exhaustion made his head spin. She groaned, but didn't protest much. She probably couldn't with how he pushed all the air out of her lungs like this. He just wanted a short moment to relax on top of her, and he knew she could handle it. Breathing heavily against her ear, making strands of her hair fly, he cradled his arms around her head before kissing her cheek and leaning back up, and she immediately took several deep breaths.

Rolling his shoulders he remained sitting on her thighs, his cock buried deep within her arse, as he took a look around and let his eyes wander once more over the impressive sight of the castle nearby, and all its windows.

But in the end it wasn't someone looking out of the window, having to imagine what the two tiny specks on the stands of the Quidditch Pitch were doing, but someone who got a much better view. A strained gasp made Sebastian look up, and for a moment he froze when he noticed the flushed looking first-year staring at them, only a few metres away, arm still outstretched to retrieve a scarf that had fallen to the floor.

Beneath him, the girl he was buried in looked up as well and squirmed immediately against him before she hid her face in her arms again, cursing under her breath.

“Hey kid, move along,” the older boy told the still staring child. “Nothing to see here.”

His rough voice made the younger boy flinch and he quickly turned around and ran away. Sebastian chuckled darkly. “Traumatised another first-year,” he mused, his entire body shaking under the tremors of his deep laugh. She writhed beneath him and groaned.

“Don't sound so proud about it,” she whispered hoarsely.

“But I am!” he said and sighed deeply, still laughing slightly. “Also, for all he knew, I could have given you a much needed back massage.”

“Sure, with your cock buried in my bum,” she hissed, but chuckled too.

He looked down then and raised an eyebrow at the sight before him. His cock was indeed buried within her, out of sight, and the rest of him was covered by his loose shirt. “Well, not sure he understood what exactly happened here. He might have seen your red arse cheeks though.”

She let out an exasperated grunt. “Brilliant...”

“Hey, don't worry. At least it wasn't your pussy, just your pretty bum!” he said and slapped her tender cheek once more for good measure, coaxing a soft cry out of her throat. He caressed her irritated flesh then, his palms rubbing over the red skin softly. “Besides, it's not like this was the first time, right?” he added darkly, remembering the incident in the Prefects' Bathroom and how her plump arse had floated in the water for everyone to see who entered the room.

She scoffed and mumbled something under her breath. He only smirked and shook his head, before he grabbed her waist again and pushed himself up, slowly pulling his length out of her tight space. Another whimper escaped her and he gritted his teeth as well, but once he was out, a few last drops of cum dripping from his tip, he stepped back and, ignoring her protests, forced her legs apart, wanting to see the impact of his intrusion.

Her hole was gaping slightly and his thick seed seeped out of her in small lumps, with every clench of her muscles, the sight making his head spin all over again. It dripped down eventually and joined the cum caked to her pussy and thighs. He inhaled sharply and moved a hand through his hair, overwhelmed by what he saw.

“You look so good right now,” he whispered breathlessly. She squirmed on the bench, unconsciously or not wriggling her reddened cheeks at him, and he felt his spent cock twitching all over again. “You always look so good... and I have no idea how I can make it through the day without having you pinned to the wall every few metres. You drive me insane, woman...” he added under his breath, and upon hearing his words, she rolled onto her side and smirked up at him, her face flushed and her eyes a little puffy.

When she stood up on trembling legs, he quickly grabbed her in support, holding her elbows as she placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him. “Let's be crazy together then,” she whispered and leaned up on her toes. He tilted his chin down and met her swollen lips. He tasted copper when he kissed her softly, wondering if she had bitten her lip too forcefully when he had impaled her cute little arse.

“Did it hurt?” he asked quietly after a lasting and surprisingly chaste kiss.

She nodded and licked her lips, her tongue brushing against him as well.

“Would you do it again?” His voice was hoarse, and he dreaded her answer for a moment. But then she confirmed something he had always known: she would do anything for him.

“Yes,” she whispered and pressed her raw lips to his once more, eagerly pushing her tongue into his mouth. He stood there, holding her, watching her, moving his tongue with hers, while something warm flooded his stomach.

He smiled against her and moved his hands down her curves to cup her warm arse cheeks. She whimpered slightly, but quickly complied as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up at the same time as he lifted her into his arms. Her legs moved back around his waist.

“Right now?” she asked with her eyes widening slightly as he carried her towards yet another part of the stands.

“We're still nowhere near the middle of the Pitch, aren't we?” he teased and winked at her, and despite the exhausted groan escaping her, she held his gaze and smiled back almost shyly, but he didn't miss the mischievous spark in her eyes.

“Let's traumatise some more first-years then, eh?” she laughed, and he chuckled in return, leaning down to kiss her quickly, knowing fully well that he had corrupted her completely, not just by claiming all her holes, but by planting even more perverted ideas into her pretty head.

He might have finally found a kindred spirit, an equal in his perverted endeavours, and he couldn't be happier about it. The twitch of his cock against her arse was just one telltale sign for that.

End notes: And thus we complete the (un)holy trinity: oral (It belongs to me), vaginal (Mine!) and now anal (this one). Didn't plan it out like that, but this is how things work sometimes.

No mention of any Horny Ghost this time, but there is still another spicy idea in the back of my mind, so we'll see when that will come to pass.

Also, uh, I do feel sorry for that poor kid catching them in the act (or after), but if we learned anything from being a student at Hogwarts than that trauma(tm) is part of the education.

Thanks for reading!

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Lost and Found - Sebastian Sallow x Female! Reader

Summary: You’d both fucked up, and you both knew it. But Sebastian was starting to lose himself, and you couldn’t stop sobbing. The air was too thick for words, the pain and the anger and the fear combusting into a shrieking tempest. It was too much to bear in the cavernous room, and you both cracked. Two years of your steady cadence shuddered and fell like leaves when Sebastian found his voice first. “I’m fucking done.”

Alternatively summarized as Sebastian dealing with the aftermath of your break-up and working through his feelings.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Mild injuries, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

Full fic can be found here on Ao3

Mostly Sebastian’s POV following the argument because I wanted to put him through it

Maybe you were naive for believing your last year at Hogwarts would be easy, but after Ranrok, Rookwood, the Keepers, and the whole debacle with Sebastian in the catacombs, you were desperate for a sense of normalcy. You had deluded yourself into thinking that things could only get better from then on, and for the most part, they had.

There was something about this semester, though. Something in the air, or in the water. Something in your clothes and in your bed and in your chest that just kept digging deeper and sharper, leaving you uneasy and on edge.

You and Sebastian had been tense with each other, even though you didn’t mean to be. Neither one of you meant to be assigning blame so harshly, or to be getting so worked up over nothing at all, ending up angry more often than not. Growing up had proven to be fucking scary, though, and the learning curve could be enough to knock most people on their asses and keep them there for a good, long while. You and Sebastian had juggled these fears and told one another about them after you’d both already blown up, and you had apologized quietly for snapping so hard over dumb shit like spilled vials of Wiggenweld, and sometimes it was enough.

Sometimes, it wasn’t.

It wasn’t enough when you threw your hands up one night to scold Sebastian too loudly for staying up late, cutting one too many corners, and getting busted in the restricted section. The weeks worth of detentions had only served to set back his schedule, but it was his own damn fault, so why was he complaining in the first place? You clenched your fists and your voice was shaking when, halfway through wondering aloud when Sebastian was going to learn to be fucking responsible, you realized you didn’t mean that, and that it was kind of a fucked up thing to say.

You might have tried to backpedal– to apologize– but Sebastian was tense. He was scared. He had fucked up his end of term project for Potions, and he was positive he’d basically failed an exam in History of Magic earlier today because of how scatterbrained he had been. He had yet to narrow down a potential career path for after school ended, which his professors never let him forget, much to his annoyance. So as you drew in a breath to stutter out an apology, Sebastian was too afraid of hearing more about what a fuckup he was to let you start.

Blindly, he picked up the closest thing to him on the desk situated between you both, and shot out of his seat to throw it at the wall. It turned out to be an ink container, the black, murky liquid spilling down the walls of the Room of Requirement, and the sound of the shattered pieces of the bottle cascading to the floor was muted by the volume of Sebastian’s cruel words.

When Sebastian was finally out of breath from screaming and your tears were streaming down your cheeks in earnest– the salt trails equal parts rage, disbelief, and guilt– the two of you stared at one another for a long, heavy moment.

You’d both fucked up, and you both knew it.

But Sebastian was starting to lose himself, and you couldn’t stop sobbing. The air was too thick for words, the pain and the anger and the fear combusting into a shrieking tempest. It was too much to bear in the cavernous room, and you both cracked.

Two years of your steady cadence shuddered and fell like leaves when Sebastian found his voice first.

“I’m fucking done.”

—

It had been three days of Sebastian actually staying in his dorm. He hadn’t been sleeping at all, but he was there during the night, and Ominis had been forced to listen to his friend toss and turn fitfully since he’d ended things with you so terribly.

Sebastian could still hear the echoing slam of the massive oak doors of the Room of Requirement. He could still hear the way you’d choked on your words, and when he closed his eyes in his vain attempts to quiet his mind, all he saw was you. Your hands curled into fists, teeth savaging your bottom lip, tears coursing down your face and dripping from your chin as you’d squeezed your bloodshot eyes closed and started erasing him from your mind.

At least, Sebastian imagined you had.

Given his shitty academic performance in recent weeks, Sebastian couldn’t afford to skip classes in order to avoid you, but it turned out that he didn’t have to. You hadn’t shown up once to any of your classes– even the ones you didn’t share with him. It hammered home the finality of what had transpired three nights ago, and if he drank a little too much stolen Firewhiskey to cope with the sinking feeling in his chest, Ominis elected not to say anything about it.

“You’ve been under a lot of stress recently,” Ominis said later that night, squeezing Sebastian’s shoulder as he used the brunet as leverage to lower himself into the couch cushions. The common room was deserted, and Sebastian was grateful for the lack of prying eyes, curling his hand tighter around the neck of the bottle between his legs. “Both of you have. Sometimes, things just boil over.”

Sebastian didn’t reply at first. He didn’t even know where to fucking start. Stress couldn’t begin to excuse the shit he’d said to you right before he left. In-between your gut-wrenching sobs, he was certain he had heard your heart crack in two at some point, and it was his own fault. Running his hands down his face, Sebastian heaved a trembling sigh, trying to sort out the crappy thoughts bouncing around his tipsy brain.

“Was she in any of your classes with you today?” Sebastian asked, his gaze trained on the ceiling as he willed the watery tone in his voice away. He had cried enough over everything– his eyes and his throat fucking ached from it.

Ominis sighed, reaching to the side table for his steaming cup of tea. He worked it into a safe grip before blowing softly, taking a tentative sip. “Not today, no. None of her roommates have seen her in her dorm either– I already asked.”

Sebastian just wanted to know how you looked. Maybe it was awful of him to think as much, but he liked to imagine you were faring as bad as he was. You were an impossibly strong and powerful witch, willful and understanding, and you got mad so rarely that Sebastian couldn’t help but loathe the idea of you putting on a brave face and smiling until you were over him.

What right did he have to be thinking such things, though? He was the one who had walked out.

Ominis said nothing when he heard Sebastian lift the bottle to his lips again, taking a hearty swig that burned on the way down. Tears welled up in his swollen, brown eyes, and they slipped down his cheeks silently, a metaphorical rain cloud looming over his end of the couch. The two men didn’t say a word, but after a while, Ominis tugged Sebastian against his shoulder, letting the heartbroken man cry softly into his pajamas.

—

“Bloody hell, mate,” Garreth muttered, leaning over his cauldron to get closer to Sebastian. “Two years, though?”

The classroom was quiet, save for the steady bubbling at everyone’s stations. They were supposed to be working on brewing an Edurus Potion, but Garreth seemed more interested in his friend’s failed love life after hearing through the grapevine what had happened. Sebastian didn’t answer, choosing to focus on adding in the Mongrel Fur to his silvery concoction.

“Together that long and this close to graduation, I thought that was going to turn into fucking marriage, you know? Are you sure it’s–”

Garreth stopped talking when Sebastian slammed his hands down on his table, shattering a flask under the weight of his fist so suddenly, the redhead jumped back with his green eyes blown wide. Sebastian’s stare fell from Garreth to the blood pooling under his palm, biting his tongue through the stinging pain and unintentional tremors while Professor Sharp strode over to see what the commotion was about.

Docked five house points and dismissed to the Hospital Wing, Sebastian shuffled up the winding staircases in a daze. His head hurt when he walked through the double doors to the infirmary, but he ignored the dull ache and got to dealing with his hand so he could leave faster and sleep through the impending migraine. Once all the glass had been picked out of Sebastian’s cuts and he’d been disinfected, bandaged, and fed a Wiggenweld potion for extra measure, he made his way back to the dorms.

He dimly realized on the trek down that it wasn’t how long he had been together with you that was preventing him from getting over you.

—

“You’ll be back on your feet in no time,” Leander said from two tables away, raising his Butterbeer towards Sebastian and Ominis. The two were tucked away in the far corner of The Three Broomsticks at Ominis’ insistence, in some feeble attempt to get Sebastian out of the permanent rut he had found himself in for five consecutive days now. The brooding Slytherin just picked at his bandages, gritting his teeth together and silently hoping that the dirty bar floor would open up and swallow him whole.

There were too many students around for comfort, and a number of them glanced cautiously between Leander the Sebastian, checking to make sure that the Gryffindor wasn’t at risk of having his nose broken. He meant well– especially after 6 Butterbeers– but Prewett was famously not good with words, and Sebastian didn’t trust himself to speak anymore.

Leander motioned to Sirona for another drink, and once she’d deposited it on the table with an amused shake of her head, he walked the pint over to the dreary corner. “On me. You don’t need her, mate. Chin up.”

With a rough clap on Sebastian’s shoulder, he left just as suddenly as he’d appeared. Ominis listened warily for any signs of anger or sadness, but all he heard was the sound of liquid sloshing as Sebastian lifted the drink to his lips and chugged down two thirds of it.

As he set the tankard down on the table, Sebastian looked up at the cobweb covered beams overhead, acknowledging that no, he didn’t need you.

But that wasn’t what was keeping him so low, either.

—

After a week without so much as a glimpse of you, Sebastian took to wandering. He was restless– constantly fidgeting– like he had a fire burning under his ass all hours of the day. His chest was perpetually heavy, as though there were a Graphorn sitting on him, and his hair was in a constant state of disarray from running his hands through it.

Sebastian was a mess. He knew he was.

Shit, there really weren’t any other excuses for standing in a fucking fountain in the middle of the night, staring daggers at a stone dragon because there was no one else around to focus his frustrations on. There were probably better places to be shifting through his jumbled thoughts than in the middle of the Transfiguration Courtyard, but at this point, he felt bad keeping Ominis awake all night with his inability to sit still and sleep.

Either way, Sebastian halted his wading through the water to glare firmly at the statue again, doing his best to imagine a future without you in it.

Thus far, you had been Sebastian’s first and only love– aside from dueling. You knew him inside and out. You could look at him from across a room and know instantly how close he was to punching someone, how tired he was, or whether or not he was actually listening to a conversation. You had a million different smiles for a million of Sebastian’s petty annoyances, and all of them struck hard and true and left him feeling at peace with the state of his life.

He knew you just as well– it wasn’t like you were some all powerful Legilimen living in his head. You had your flaws, your insecurities, your anxieties. You made mistakes, and you had inhuman levels of empathy and understanding– which was probably how you had managed to deal with him after your tumultuous fifth-year.

There was something viscerally calming about you, something that never failed to keep him in line when he was acting like a piece of shit, and that kept him steady when he was feeling anxious. It had been too much, though, and Sebastian knew you took on the burdens of others far too heavily without stopping to think of yourself. It weighed on you.

You weren’t perfect, but neither was he.

Leaning against the dragon, Sebastian closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose, the water in the fountain lapping at his calves and trickling soothingly in a short arc from the dragon’s parted lips.

Maybe Sebastian just couldn’t comprehend people as well as he thought he could. That was probably it.

You were the brains, and he was the brawns. You were philosophical, seemingly making sense of everything that crossed your path, while Sebastian understood too little despite trying. Between the two of you, you managed to make just enough sense of the world to be comfortable. But now everything was over.

Sebastian kicked at the water idly, dodging under the dragon’s stream to make another lap around the fountain.

He liked dueling. He appreciated how simple it was– it was do or die, realistically speaking. Cast or get casted on. Win or lose. Whoever he would go up against would inevitably let their mask slip, cluing him in on their thinking, their pain, their weaknesses. It was logical for him, and most of the time, he found his opponents predictable.

Sebastian never could have predicted that he would walk out on you, though, and he definitely wouldn’t have ever predicted that you would let him.

It took him a few minutes to realize that he was standing under the dragon’s stream, and it was soaking through his hair and into his shirt. He sighed, slicking his bangs away from his face before letting the cold water rain down on his flushed face for a moment, and then he was stepping out of its way.

There had to be a reason Sebastian was having so much trouble with this.

Leander had been unwittingly correct; Sebastian definitely didn’t need you, as in, it wasn’t like he couldn’t breathe without you. He was his own person with his own strengths, and you were the same. It wasn’t even that he had put ‘too much time into it’, as Garreth had implied, because loving you had never felt time consuming. He couldn’t even begin to move on from this, and it was pissing him off, because he was really fucking tired of crying and of staring at walls, unfocused and feeling hollow.

Sebastian was especially tired of his hands turning over all the time to find yours, because he knew you weren’t there anymore. Still, he couldn’t stop his fingers from spreading to make room between them for yours, and he couldn’t stop his eyes from scanning every room for you. He would never be able to stop his body from shifting to accommodate someone who would never occupy that space again.

Sebastian fixed his stormy gaze on the dragon again, deep in thought about you. You, who always understood a little more than you probably should have, and who always knew how to read him like a damn book. You would lay beside him every night tangled together, tapping in time to the steady beat of his heart under your ear, quieting the restless drive that seemed to always exist within him.

He could move on from you. He could focus on his studies, the two of you would graduate, and eventually you would both find someone else. But ultimately, Sebastian seriously doubted he would ever feel the bone-deep comfort that stemmed from you again. It seemed highly unlikely that he would ever meet someone that made him feel the way you did. It was like… no matter how long the two of you sat and watched clouds, or meandered through the woods, it was never time wasted. It had always been okay to just exist for a while without doing something, or making something, or going somewhere. When he was with you, it had always felt okay for him to put his problems on the table and walk away from them for a while, instead of obsessively stabbing them and getting more and more frustrated.

No matter where he went or how successful Sebastian could potentially be, he had a sneaking suspicion that his fingers would always spread just far enough for yours to slide between them.

The sound of sloshing water filled the courtyard, and then Sebastian’s soaked shoes were slapping against the grass with each pounding step that led him full speed towards the Room of Requirement. The only thought in his mind as he skipped up the steps two at a time was that the peace that came over the both of you when you were together had to be worth fucking trying again.

There was something to be said about how the normally concealed oak doors were already displayed, as though beckoning him to where he knew you had been hiding for days now. He eased his way inside without a second thought, noting the messy state of the desk in the corner and the stacks of books that had toppled over on themselves beside the entryway. The entire space looked lived in, and your unique scent hit him full force as he strode further into the room.

When Sebastian reached the bottom of the tiny stairwell leading towards the larger living area, you were looking up from your seat in front of the fireplace that lit the otherwise dark chamber. The look on your sleepless face and the way your unruly hair curled wildly around your temples clued him in on the fact that he wasn’t the only one who had been feeling like utter shit this last week. Your lips parted around a silent gasp as Sebastian stumbled towards you, still panting from having sprinted to get there.

“Hi,” he wheezed, leaning forward on his knees and forcing a deep breath into his lungs in a bid to prevent himself from passing out.

“Sebastian?” Your voice was small and raspy– as though it hadn’t been used the entire time you’d been holed up here. “Why are you so wet–”

“I love you,” he interrupted, his labored breathing filling the silence that followed the declaration. “I love you and I’m so fucking sorry that I’m such a prick and that I hurt you. I fucked up and I can’t take back anything that was said but I wanted you to know how sorry I am, and that I don’t want to be done, and if you aren’t tired of me yet I have a really stupid dueling metaphor for why we should stay together– mmph–”

You had crossed the space between you both in a flash, reaching out preemptively until your trembling hands clasped Sebastian’s soaked tie to yank him towards you.

“I missed you,” you whispered as you leaned your forehead against his, your breath warming his chilled lips– just a hair’s width away from kissing– but your hesitation burned like fire between the two of you. “Merlin, Sebastian, I’m so sorry–”

Sebastian reached up to tangle his fingers in your hair, and his damp skin caught on the tiny knots that were scattered throughout the normally tame strands. His sighs mixed with yours, the two of you murmuring tense little ‘I love you’s and ‘I missed you’s until the sounds mingled and settled in time.

Looping an arm around your waist to guide you towards the modest bedroom the room had conjured up years ago, Sebastian maintained the tentative space between your lips, whispering your name as he led you through the hallway. Your fingers were already working open the buttons on his soaked shirt, trusting him completely to walk you safely backwards to your once shared bedroom. Sebastian slowed, taking his hands off of you only once to shrug out of his button up, dropping it haphazardly behind him. Your strikingly warm hands blazed over his shoulders, then down his chill-ridden arms, before he was bending over to rid himself of his waterlogged shoes and socks. Sebastian stood straight right after, resting his hands on your waist while your shaky hands slipped down to work at the wet catch of his trousers.

The bedroom door was shut, so your heads banged together when Sebastian accidentally walked you into it. He blurted a string of curses, leaning down to press his lips gently against your forehead apologetically. Blindly, he reached behind you in search of the doorknob– which was quite frankly the only unfamiliar part of the entire room– because the door had never been closed before.

Sebastian realized belatedly that oh, the door had never been closed before, and the couch you’d been perched on when he walked in had been covered in a nest of thick quilts and extra pillows.

Oh.

He trailed his lips slowly across your brow, then down the curve of your nose, before kissing the corners of your mouth so tenderly that the affection left you wanting to cry. Pressing one more kiss to the tip of your nose, he whispered, “You slept on the couch?”

Your breath caught in your throat, and your fingers stilled in their efforts to remove the damp material from Sebastian’s clammy skin. Shivering slightly, you could only look up at him through your lashes, understanding that he wasn’t asking so much as he was stating. Of course he knew you had slept on the couch.

Silence crept through the dark hallway, broken only by your meek sniffles, before you were nodding against Sebastian’s chest. He lowered his head in an instant, pressing his lips to your cheeks, but the sudden taste of salt and the slip of water had him pulling away to look at you. You were quick to wipe away the fresh tears dripping down your face, your breath hitching on barely-caught sobs and your bloodshot eyes squeezing shut against them.

Sebastian captured your hands in his and twined your fingers together, nuzzling away your tears without a care for his own, and he hovered cautiously for a beat before finally closing the space between your lips to kiss you.

It lasted for a moment, then a minute, then a lifetime as Sebastian leaned in closer and breathed love into you, receiving in equal parts the taste of his tenderness returned. He freed one hand to gently cup your face, his thumb wiping through the wet trails that still lingered, and your arm around his waist tightened immeasurably further, tugging him flush to you.

You whispered against his soft lips then, your voice cracking, “What brought you back?”

Sebastian pulled back enough to look at you– really look at you– and take in every bit of your face like he would never get the chance to again. It wasn’t like he didn’t already have every expression of yours memorized, but in the last seven days without seeing that warm light in your eyes, the world had seemed a whole lot darker. He sighed, swallowing thickly as he wondered how to begin phrasing every bottomless thought that he’d had since he realized why he hadn’t been getting over you.

He didn’t need you to function. His relationship with you wasn’t an investment or something that could be measured with time, and it wasn’t like he couldn’t imagine a future without you. It was just that he didn’t want to.

Sebastian didn’t want to live without you beside him. He didn’t want to grow old without you, and he didn’t want anything but to be surrounded by your warmth every day for the rest of his life.

He leaned forward and kissed you again, just as gently as the last dozen times, and you reached up to cradle the hand he still had cupped against your cheek. Breathing a long sigh, Sebastian stared at you longingly as he murmured, “Wherever you are is where I want to be. It’s home. I wouldn’t be stranded without you, but the place I like best is wherever I can be next to you.” You trembled against him, both of you biting back resurfacing tears and failing miserably. “If it’s okay, can I come home?”

A tiny whimper slipped from your throat as you nodded, wiggling your arms up to throw them around Sebastian’s shoulders, and then you were sniffling feebly into the crook of his neck. Sebastian wrapped his arms around your wait, holding you tightly as he fumbled for the doorknob, and by the time the two of you had crossed the short space to the bed, you were somewhere between laughing and crying.

Your hands moved back to Sebastian’s glued on trousers, leaning up into his kisses eagerly as you swiftly got to removing the painfully cold attire. With a little assistance from the brunet, the two of you managed the pants– by the grace of Merlin and more than a little shimmying. Sebastian’s briefs and the oversized jumper you wore vanished significantly quicker than the rest, and he quickly eased you down onto the soft, familiar sheets.

Sebastian rolled over beside you, lifting his hips to haul the covers over you both before he pressed his still-chilled body into your welcoming embrace, and he relished in the shiver that coursed over you from the contact.

When your lips came together the next time, neither one of you pulled away, leaving your tears outside of the safe, blanketed world you’d created for yourselves. The whispered love that twined like smoke alongside the quiet sounds of your hands relearning each other’s skin filled the air for hours. Gasping breaths and soft moans of your name were all you could hear, Sebastian’s gentle affirmations of reverence making your heart swell with unbridled affection.

You stayed like that all night, wholly content for the first time in a good, long while. When the sun finally began to cast its waking rays through the paneled window, bathing you both in a golden glow that illuminated the drying sweat on your skin, Sebastian’s soft murmurs and twin heartbeat lulled you into a blissful sleep.

Just before unconsciousness stole you away, you threaded your fingers through his own, letting your intertwined hands rest atop his chest in the same way Sebastian had so dearly missed. He pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, closing his eyes against the growing morning light, and he felt lighter than he ever had as you thoughtfully whispered, “Welcome home.”

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Bludgered - Sebastian Sallow x Female!MC/Reader

Summary: Sebastian never really knew what his friend saw in Isaac Cooper but he never questioned it - he made his friend happy. That is until a Quidditch match goes quickly awry and he realises his feelings for her may go far deeper than simple friendship.

Prompt from @monismateos Quidditch Seb x Slytherin Seeker F!MC. Thank you for your patience with this one lovely!

Word Count: 8.3k

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, 7th Year, explicit sexual content, smut, mild violence, love confessions, semi-public sex, first time

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Condensation fogging the inside of Sebastian’s goggles made it almost impossible to see his frozen fingers clasped around the handle of his broom; let alone the Quidditch match itself. His hair was slicked down his forehead and he could already feel a splinter working its way under the skin of his palm.

He’d have to ask her to help him squeeze that out later.

Rain lashed in oppressive sheets as Sebastian circled the pitch diligently. He rolled his shoulder as much to keep the blood circling as it was to keep pace with the veering gusts that would knock a smaller man from his broom.

Sebastian hadn’t even wanted to try out for the blasted Quidditch team he grumbled inwardly as he swerved out of the line of the chasers keeping an eye on the skies to ensure their path was free of a hurtling bludger.

He’d only intended to watch and support his friend try out for the Slytherin Seeker position. Reyes had taken one look at him stuffing himself into the narrow stalls beside Ominis and declared he had a ‘beaters build’. Before he could protest she’d manhandled him onto a broom, forced a bat in his hand and next thing he knew he was being dragged out at the crack of dawn every morning in the baltic Scottish winter.

Anne had always been the Quidditch player not him – slight and nimble she’d taken great pleasure in outpacing her brother in front of Madam Kagawa.

Merlin, he missed the library.

He could be warm and dry watching the game from a respectable distance inside, book in hand. The cold stiffness in his bones seemed to creak in mourning because at that moment they felt like he’d never be dry again.

But he hadn’t wanted to disappoint her.

She’d looked so pleased when Reyes had offered them both a spot on the team. She’d flung her arms around his neck crowing with delight while Sebastian’s stomach had dropped like a stone. But with how her wide eyes had shone at him, small hands squeezing into his biceps, smile so wide and crooked like a crack of lightning; excitedly waiting for him to return her jubilation he hadn’t the heart to tell her that the absolute last thing he wanted was to be on the Quidditch team.

He'd never been particularly good at saying no to her.

So with a coil of despair tightening in Sebastian’s stomach, he muttered a silent goodbye to his books and his bed and returned her smile praying he didn’t look like a man walking to the gallows.

With how often Anne had badgered him to help her practice during the holidays when she was a Chaser; Sebastian consoled himself with the knowledge that he was a fair flyer. Better than a lot of the Gryffindor team evidently with how their Keeper practically wept every time he saw Rayes’ raven hair streaking towards his goalposts and as a Beater he could at least help keep an eye on their troublesome Seeker.

She was scouting high above him, robes burdened and sopping with water – it was a marvel the weight of them hadn’t made her sluggish. In fact, she barely seemed to notice the cold or the rain at all. Just as alert as she was at the beginning of the match. Floating ominously overhead she kept her silent vigil; like a hawk waiting for a rustle of prey in a dense forest. As impressive as it may be, Sebastian’s constitution was not as robust, and he just hoped she would catch the bloody snitch soon so he could pack it in.

“That’s Reyes with another 10 Points to Slytherin – Puddlemere United will have their hands full with that one next year!” Lucan’s crackly amplified voice shouted over the howling wind.

The thumping of feet heavy enough to break the rickety rafters and a roar of approval from the emerald-cloaked stands answered the chorus of groans from the scarlet that surrounded the pitch.

Tapping his bat against his boot in an inaudible clap Sebastian looked smugly up towards the Gryffindor stands as they jeered at Imelda who seemed as unbothered by them as a speck of soot on her cauldron.

“Eyes on the game, hound!” Imelda barked as she streaked past. Sebastian rolled his eyes at the nickname his captain had bestowed upon him which to his dismay had caught on with the rest of their team.

As he began to turn his attention from the crowd a flash of black stood out against one of the scarlet banners. Obsidian and vibrating with its internal rage Sebastian caught sight of the bludger rocketing through the fog towards their Seekers. All other thoughts evaporated, and he pulled up the handle of his broom jolting up into its path.

He searched wildly through the dark skies for anything to redirect the screeching little devil away from her. His eyes landed on a scarlet figure with a bat in hand - Sebastian found his target. With all the strength his frozen joints would allow, Sebastian raised his arm and smacked the bludger with a resounding crack from his bat, sending it hurtling towards Isaac Cooper.

He’d apologise to his friend later if he put her boyfriend in the hospital wing.

A lopsided smile tugged at his lips. Sebastian leaned back slightly on his broom. Feeling rather pleased with himself he turned to grin at her hoping his quick reactions would break her concentration momentarily and earn him a flash of a smile no matter how fleeting; it was one of his few moments of pleasure in this infernal game – but she was gone.

“The Seekers have spotted the snitch!” Lucan shouted, “It’s Slytherin in the lead – come on Ogspire, knock her off her broom if you have to!”

“Lucan!”

“Sorry, Professor.”

Sure, enough like an arrow released from its quiver she was streaking towards the ground. Cutting through the rain, neck and neck with the bludger hand outstretched as she hurtled towards a flash of gold behind Cooper's left ear.

Nelly, the Gryffindor seeker had also spotted it from below. If she didn’t have such a sizable lead, Sebastian was sure there would be a head-on collision, a mess of broken bones and blood splattered across emerald and scarlet.

Sebastian’s head whipped around to the only other person not intently watching the seekers – Cooper. He’d seen or heard the bludger Sebastian had sent his way a split second before it was too late…for him.

Sebastian felt like he was watching in slow motion. Raindrops hovered in midair like glittering jewels, her emerald robes flapping in the wind like wings, bludger far too close to her head and Cooper poised to strike. A hunter with his gun ready to shoot her from the sky.

Cooper swivelled quickly on his Nimbus, strong arm reaching up above his head as he swung. Wood connected with iron as he followed through redirecting the angry bludger hurtling towards her.

Sebastian screamed her name.

So loud it clawed at his throat. A desperate plea for her to get out of the way, forget the bloody game - but his voice was silenced, stolen by the storm.

If it wasn’t for the clap of thunder and the hammering of rain, Sebastian knew he would have heard the sickening crunch as the bludger connected with bone.

Even if her hands had been tightly clutching her broom, she wouldn’t have been able to grip it after her head was bludgeoned to the side. Every muscle and tendon which had been coiled tight as she surged for victory slackened.

She wobbled and slid silently sideways off her broom.

***

Somewhere overhead even over the deep rumble of thunder, Sebastian could hear Imelda screeching out commands to their team, signalling desperately to Kogawa on the ground below. But Sebastian could barely register the words over the blood roaring in his ears.

Pressing hard on the handle of his broom Sebastian tore towards the ground, rain buffeting his face a harsh sting on freckled cheeks. His vision had tunnelled as he narrowed in on the spot she was falling. He could catch her. Stop her from hitting the ground, if only he could push himself faster. Harder.

She was falling like a star crashing to earth that never should have been stolen from the sky.

Bile was in Sebastian’s throat, harsh and sour. Twenty feet from the sodden earth. Faster. His stomach lurched. Ten feet. Just a little further. A futile hand outstretched.

Just as he was certain she was going to hit the ground limp limbs sprawled and broken in the grass like a rag doll she was suddenly buoyant – airborne once more.

Professor Ronan had his wand outstretched from the stands slowing her descent to Professor Weasley who had already been waiting on the ground. Her mouth pinched in a thin line as she surveyed the sickly parlour of the witch's face and the blood now matting her hair.

Sebastian was the first player to touchdown. Throwing his broom away, abandoning it like he would anything else as long as he could get to her. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could hear the other players circling down to earth but he was consumed. Soley with thoughts of her.

Professor Weasley flicked her wand, muttering a barrier charm shielding her from the unforgiving elements. Sebastian was hot on her heels to follow when Kagawa stepped in front of him putting a firm hand on his shoulder in warning to not interfere.

“She will be fine, Sallow!” said Kagawa sternly.

“You must be joking. She’s clearly not fine! I can help. Just let me go with her and-”

“Professor Weasley and I will accompany her to the hospital wing immediately. You will only get in the way. You can see her for yourself. Later. Be sure to relay that to the rest of the team,” she said with conviction but it did not ease the twisting in Sebastian’s stomach. Kagawa nodded tersely and strode briskly towards the castle.

Sebastian balled up his fists, jutting out his jaw as he took in a heavy breath through his nose.

He wasn’t cold any longer. Sebastian was burning. Burning from the inside out; with a white-hot rage…and fear. Letting it scorch at the shame he felt that he had let this happen, it had been his fault, he had not been enough to take care of her as he’d promised himself.

Mud splattered as he turned on his heels stomping towards Cooper. Channelling the last of his fraying self-control into not reaching for his wand and hexing him on the spot into his feet. Cooper’s face was pale, eyebrow knitted and mouth curling down with worry but it did little to quell Sebastian’s fury.

What right did Cooper have to be worried?

Cooper’s eyes found Sebastian, his grimace contorted into a glare. Narrowing his eyes, a sneer wrinkling his nose and the twitch in his jaw that seemed to be reserved especially for Sebastian. A face so unpleasant, that he had never been able to put his finger on why everyone in this school regarded him as so handsome. Being half-decent on a broom was hardly a reason to fawn after anyone.

Why someone as brilliant as her, with everything she had achieved, would fawn after him too had remained a mystery.

Sebastian never really knew what she saw in him, but he never questioned it - Cooper made his friend happy. Thought he’d made her happy. So the two young men largely ignored each other despite their significance to her unless an interaction was absolutely necessary.

But this betrayal was not something Sebastian could ignore.

“You could have killed her,” Sebastian shouted with such venom that not even a howl of wind could soften his tone. Sebastian shoved an accusatory finger into the other man's chest. Which was promptly smacked away in disgust.

“You heard Kogawa. She’ll be fine!”

Cooper pushed back his ash blonde hair sodden and hanging over his eyes. Averting his gaze to the direction Professor Weasley had whisked her out of the stands and towards the hospital wing. Sebastian clenched his teeth, his jaw twitching at his blatant disregard.

“What the hell were you playing at? Was killing your girlfriend really less important than losing a bloody game or has too many bludgers to the head rendered you a feckless moron?”

“Don’t think I didn’t see you hit a bludger at me. It’s part of the game, Sallow. She knew what she signed up for.”

“That’s bollocks and you know it.”

“Bludgers are an occupational hazard.”

“Couldn’t stand the fact she’s a better player than you - Is that it? Gryffindor chivalry my arse!”

“Unlike you, I'm not that insecure," Cooper blustered "I would have done the same to anyone else.”

“But she’s not just anyone else,” Sebastian shouted incredulously. Anger was pooling in his gut, ripping through him at the thought of Cooper or anyone daring to think so little of her. “She’s your girlfriend!”

Cooper scoffed and his eyes raked down Sebastian. Sizing him up for all he was worth. The two men stepped towards each other.

Never one to back down, Sebastian squared his shoulders to the challenge. Cooper wasn’t much taller than Sebastian and certainly not as broad but he used every last inch to stare down his nose at him with a mocking sneer.

“Exactly. She’s my girlfriend. Not yours.”

“I know that-”

“Do you?” he chortled. “Some of us were starting to think you were as thick as you are pathetic.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sebastian spoke through gritted teeth, acutely aware of the heat rising in his face staining his ears pink.

“It’s fucking embarrassing,” Cooper continued. “The way you carry on after her. Dragging her to the library every night, sending her owls - You don’t even like Quidditch! But you’re at her beck and call like a love-sick cruppy-”

“I’m her friend.”

“Her friend,” Cooper scoffed. “Give it a rest, Sallow. You think you have some sort of claim over her just because you’ve been following her around since fifth-year but never had the nerve to do anything about it.”

“I don’t have a claim on her-” he spluttered. His cheeks redden further and not just from the biting chill.

“No you don’t, because she’s mine-”

Crack.

Sebastian’s fist connected with Cooper’s jaw before he’d even realised he’d swung for the arsehole. Perhaps not as hard as a bludger but the cut it wrought would sting with far more malice than enchanted iron. Taken off guard expecting a wand drawn between his eyes long before a brawl, Cooper was sprawled out at Sebastian’s feet in the steeped grass.

Cooper stared up at him dumbfounded from the floor clutching his cheek. Sebastian’s breath came out angry and ragged, fogging the air in uneven pants. Cooper did not move to get up or reach for his wand. Despite his love for books and clever spell work, Sebastian in that moment was glad of the years of working the fields outside of Feldcroft that made him more physically intimidating than someone so scholarly rarely was. Because if Cooper had moved one inch, he wouldn’t have hesitated to hit him again. He wanted to hit him again. Partially for her, but mostly for himself because Cooper had made him feel small. Powerless. And he’d sworn to himself years ago that he'd never be powerless again.

Powerless as Cooper clearly felt. Crimson cheeked glaring up at him like the intensity of his gaze could set Sebastian on ablaze even in the torrential gail. The prickle of eyes gawping at them, making the heat rise in their cheeks and the hairs on the back of their necks stand to attention.

“Stay away from her. She’s not yours anymore. Not anyone’s. And if I catch you in a broomstick’s length of her again after what you did today - I swear on Salazar’s grave, you will be the one sleeping in the hospital wing next time.”

Cooper’s only acknowledgement of his threat was a glob of scarlet blood spat onto the grass. But he didn’t try to rise to his feet and continued to glare at Sebastian. The tips of his ears were as scarlet as his cloak in rage or embarrassment to be laid out in front of Merlin knows how many students that were still packed into the stands. Circling vultures who would undoubtedly, pick apart his humiliation and spread it through the castle letting it grow more outlandish with each retelling.

Let them say what they want, about Cooper or himself, let them pick them apart - they could make themselves sick on it for all he cared. He only cared about one thing at that moment.

He turned to head for the castle, ignoring the route for the changing rooms where his dry robes waited intent on striding straight for the hospital wing.

“Sallow! What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Imelda shouted barging past the group of quidditch players standing well back from the scuffle. Her black hair was sodden and her ponytail limp, her signature scowl she wore when addressing just about anyone looked forced with the corners of her eyes creased with concern.

“Finish the match without me Imelda-” he grumbled. She stepped into his path blocking him as he attempted to push past her.

“It’s already over. Ogspire caught the snitch and had the good sense to look sheepish about it when she realised what happened. Or the crowd would have seen two seekers knocked off their broom when I was through with her – but that doesn’t matter.”

“No, it doesn’t matter! Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to see to the only thing that does.”

Reyes placed her hands on her hips and looked him up and down, assessing him with an amused quirk on her brow - Sebastian wondered how such a tiny thing as Reyes could be as terrifying as a Hungarian Horntail like she could strip the flesh of your bones with a look.

"Do you know why the rest of the team calls you ‘the hound’?"

"I assume it's because you told them to treat me like some sort of dog. Now if you’ll excuse-"

"You're not a good quidditch player, Seb."

"Cheers Reyes."

"Luckily Carrow is a decent enough beater to look after the rest of the team. But we keep you for one thing. You're the hound. Her guard dog. On and off the pitch. That's why she went down like a sack of shit,” she grimaced. Reyes despite her callousness, Sebastian could see how her shoulder stiffened with suppressed anxiety for one of her few close friends and it settled the anger that was still threatening to spill over. “She's potentially the only seeker in history to never be hit by a bludger. She doesn't even look for them anymore. As I said - you’re not a good quidditch player, Sebastian. But while she’s my Seeker and Carrow doing the heavy lifting…I’ll happily take a bloody guard dog over a half-decent beater. Just don't beat yourself or Cooper up about it."

“No promises about the last bit,” he griped. Averting his eyes, hoping Imelda thought the flush creeping over his cheeks was from the chill and not from the knowledge that even his own teammates shared the opinions of Cooper and his friends when it came to Sebastian’s feelings for her - which felt jumbled with both worry and speculation.

“Go check on her. Blainey will have a fit if the whole team shows up,” Imelda said softly. She negated her uncharacteristic kindness with a firm punch to Sebastian’s arm. Her eyes glinted viciously as she looked past him to Cooper who had pushed himself off the ground dusting off his robes. “Besides…I want to have a little word with Cooper myself.”

***

A puddle had formed under Sebastian’s chair as it had dripped from his sodden robes until Madam Blainey had ushered him into the lavatory. Sebastian hurriedly stripped, cast a drying charm on his clothes and pulled them back on. Forgoing his shoes as he hopped lopsidedly out the door. Hastily pulling up the breeches which stuck against the wet hairs on his legs. Blainey wrinkled her nose at his display but left him to his vigil, being far too familiar with the pair and how persistent they could be when it came to remaining by the other's hospital bed.

On more than one occasion she’d sent the other packing only to be greeted cheerily the next morning by a smug-faced teenager who’d tampered with her locks and wards to sneak back inside to keep the other company. After almost three years of this, she left them, albeit reluctantly, to it.

She was curled up under white starchy sheets; a draped knit blanket barely covering her knees was sliding to the floor where she’d squirmed. No longer chilled to her bones, the colour had returned to her cheeks. Sebastian rested his head on his palm, elbow braced against his knee. He’d been in this position far too many times than was preferable but it had become familiar to him; the twinge in his neck, the ache in his arms as the hours of the vigil dragged on. Not that he minded, being beside each other was second nature.

She shifted; eyes blinking sleepily back into focus as she rolled onto her side. Sebastian stretched rubbing the back of his neck smiling at the softness of her sleepy gaze.

“Seb?” she sighed dreamily, her voice thick and curdled with potions Blainey had more than likely forced down her neck.

“Who else,” he grinned. Blainey had long since satisfied her need to poke and prod at her ward and headed up to bed. And he doubted anyone had the bollocks to go against Imelda if they’d forbidden them from seeing her tonight. “You gave me a bit of a fright there, pet.”

“It’ll take more than that for you to get rid of me…” she said sitting up more jovial than he expected. “But…whoever came up with the idea of bludgers is a sadist.”

“Or a masochist. Some of us are gluttons for punishment,” Sebastian argued, pulling at the collar of his Quidditch jersey exposing the jagged scar on his shoulder.

Faded white, the remnants of one of their summer duels. With no Blainey to patch him up in seconds, the skin had puckered and scared but he was rather fond of how it cut through the freckles.

“If you recall, you were the one who insisted we practice severing charms after five pints in the Broomsticks.”

“In my defence, with the amount of practice you get, I thought you had better aim when you were drunk,” he chuckled. “How are you feeling? You seem to be fairing better than I was that morning.”

“I’m made of sterner stuff. No hungover wailing over a little scratch for me,” she jabbed before grimacing rubbing the side of her head where it had struck. “Not going to say it was pleasant - nasty little buggers aren’t they. But Blainey patched me up. Made me drink that foul grey sludge for the concussion but a couple of spells for the wound and I was good as new. Honestly, the sleeping draught seemed like overkill but I think she’s just sick of catching me roaming the halls at night.”

“If she thinks that’d stop you! Don’t think I’ve ever seen you sit still for this long, you menace.”

“Or you for that matter,” she grinned, patting his hand affectionately. Moonlight spilled in from the ornate windows over the vacant hospital wing, she peered past him down the rows of empty beds. “Where’s Isaac? I thought he’d want to see me-”

Sebastian bristled, her disappointed frown souring his cheerful mood. He brushed the bruised swelling on his knuckles from where they’d connected with Cooper’s jaw.

“What you’d rather see your ‘brave’ Gryffindor boyfriend - than me? Who’s been here.”

Who’s always been here.

Maybe Cooper was right. Perhaps they all were and Sebastian really was pathetic. Pathetic for assuming she’d still want to wake to Sebastian at her bedside now that she had Cooper in her life. That their friendship could compare to what he could offer her.

“No, I’m glad you’re here,” she said crossly. “But…I thought he’d want to at least check I was alright.”

“You shouldn’t want to see him after the stunt he pulled today! He’s the reason you’re in the hospital at all, might I add. Decided you were less important than a stupid game. I told him to stay the hell away from you for good.”

She blinked at him incredulously for a moment before the heat began to rise in her cheeks and she clenched her jaw.

“How dare you! Who do you think you are deciding what I do? You have a lot of nerve, Sebastian.”

“I thought I was saving you the trouble but if you want to scurry back to him, be my guest!” Standing so abruptly his chair screeched across the floor. “Keep doing everything for everyone else when they wouldn’t give a fraction back. No matter the cost to yourself, like you always do. You can be so bloody naive!”

“I know you don’t like Isaac - you don’t even try to hide it. But you can’t dictate who I see. And I hoped you thought more highly of me to think I’d stay with him after the shit he pulled today. But, if that’s what you really think of me, you can bloody join him” she snarled.“I tell everyone they don’t know you like I do, but maybe I am naive. Seems I’m surrounded by tossers trying to knock me down. Why do you even care, as clearly you think so little of me?”

“Of course, I care! Even though you’re seemingly incapable of caring about yourself. You barely even let me. You’re infuriating! What’s more ridiculous is what someone like you would see in him. He’s not good enough for you, he never has been! You give yourself over to people who couldn’t give too shits about you and now look at you-”

“Oh, so what? My boyfriend turning out to be a complete and utter prat is somehow my fault?”

“No! Of course not,” he flustered, carding his fingers through his hair. All the words in his head felt jumbled and he could tell by the dangerous look in her eyes he’d let his temper dig himself into a hole once again.

“Don’t hold back, Sebastian,” she spat through gritted teeth. “Did you just come here to insult me or is there something you’re trying to say?”

“What I’m trying to say is you should you should be with someone who fucking cares. If it was me, I wouldn’t be risking your safety to win a stupid game! Merlin, if I was your boyfriend I wouldn’t risk you for anything. I thought I lost you once and it was one of the worst days of my life. If someone had tried to take you away from me I would have fought back. Fought for you. If we were together-”

His voice died abruptly in his throat when she was no longer fixing him with a deadly eye but staring at him. Wide-eyed her mouth hung slightly a jar. He'd built up a barrier around himself and as close as he was to her, probably closer than anyone he’d still kept her at arm's length. Once again he let his temper get the better of him but instead of solidifying those walls, he’d exposed a little too much. Exposed something he’d vehemently denied to even himself.

Shone a light on a corridor in the labyrinth of their friendship and feelings he had for her he’d never explored. One he perhaps always knew was there but until now had dutifully tried to ignore lest he lose his way and not be able to make it back to the well-travelled paths of simple friendship.

“But we’re not together…” she said cautiously. As if she could tell Sebastian was a startled animal, and once the shock of his confession wore off he’d bolt. Which quite frankly he was considering.

“No. We’re not," he responded voice clipped. Sebastian was more surprised it even worked at all with how tight his chest felt.

“But if we were…” she said it like she was stepping out onto thin ice wondering if it would hold or she’d plunge into the unforgiving water below. “What would you do for me?”

There was no use hiding it any longer. He sighed, looking into her eyes resigning himself to that first step into the unknown.

“Anything.”

Her breath caught and Sebastian knew she could see the truth they’d danced around painted across his face and laid bare between them. Feel the finality of his words like Pandora opening the box and swarming the carefully curated distance between them with truth never to be recaptured.

Sebastian reached for her, fingers entwining in her hair tilting her chin up so she could see him. Perhaps truly for the first time, exposed and raw. Her soft lips parted as if to protest his confession but as she searched his face for the lie she found none. Sebastian was done with hiding, with pretending. The realisation that his feelings went beyond that of a companion and he didn’t care if anyone thought it pathetic. In truth, it was liberating to drop the charade he played with his own heart.

He kissed her.

Claiming her lips firm, not holding back the wave of desire that ignited any semblance of decorum and dignity he had left. Any whisper of a reason he’d concocted in his mind for why they couldn’t - shouldn’t be together going up in smoke. Pulling her towards by the nape of her neck, like he hadn’t realised he’d been starving until he tasted her.

There was a desperation in the way he cupped her chin, tangled in her hair longing for acceptance. He brushed his tongue lightly against her bottom lip.

Just like that barrier between them crumbled for her too and she was kissing him back. Mouth moving against his with such a fiery intensity he thought he might catch alight. Like she too had stifled any spark she’d felt between them; kept it bottled away for so long with no chance to grow that now it was fed it devoured her.

It was not soft, nor tender – perhaps it was because neither were they.

His tongue delved into her mouth hungrily, exploring brushing against hers. He stifled a wanton moan into her mouth.

“I think I need to break up with my boyfriend,” she said breathlessly between kisses.

“I already took care of that for you.”

For a moment, Sebastian thought she might break off their kiss and start shouting again. But she nipped at his lip satisfied with his answer. Her hand was in his hair, wrapping around his neck. Pushing up on her knees to press her chest against his. Muffled moans slipped from her lips which made Sebastian’s head spin dizzy with desire. His own strangled, desperate groan when she slid her tongue past his lips to brush tentatively against his own. Every flick of her tongue drove him further into the heady fog of desire.

The overwhelming need to be closer. To drown in her embrace. Sebastian's knee found purchase on the bed between her parted legs. His hand ghosted down her back settling on the small of her back. She groaned as her spine curved towards him as he impressed down upon her. Still clinging to him as she fell backwards. Sebastian tumbled after her. Not caring about how his weight rested heavily upon her. She seemed to revel in the closeness, in the way Sebastian bore down on her. Desperate to be closer to her. Cocoon himself around her. Be the barrier to shield her from harm.

But she wanted no barriers. At least not between her and the sanctuary that was Sebastian. She tugged up the hem of his jersey, eager fingers stumbling. He let his lips briefly leave hers, sitting back to pull it roughly over his head discarding it carelessly to the side.

It wasn't as if she hadn't seen him shirtless before when they'd spent sun-drenched summer afternoons swimming in the river by Feldcroft or when errant spells had ripped or burnt the clothes from his back. But never had she looked at him like she was now - or if she had he hadn't noticed. Eyes darkened with desire raked over him hungrily as if she wanted to tear into his flesh.

She explored the breadth of him that was now exposed to her. The sparse hair on his chest, the marred skin on his shoulder the scar she’d left; a claim she’d staked on his skin long before he knew every inch of it was hers.

His hands explored her in turn. Running along her ribs, the curve of her hips, and the dip of her waist. Committing this side of her to memory. Unbound, lustful. Still every bit the wild thing he knew her to be but with an endearing nervousness to her inquisitive touch.

A side of her that until now had remained a mystery to him. A restricted section of a library he’d been too afraid to read from lest he be thrown from its doors entirely; on he intended to consume entirely.

“I didn't know you wanted this - Merlin, I didn't know I wanted this," he murmured between kisses.

"A life-threatening blow to the head can really knock things into perspective."

He tilted her chin to access her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin below her jaw. She let out a startled little yelp as her body jolted in surprise. Sebastian chuckled and pressed his lips more softly against her quivering pulse, letting the tension ebb from her tightly coiled muscles before sucking a brand into the delicate skin. She groaned as her back arched towards him, breast brushing against his chest through her thin nightdress. The sweet trembling whimpers as he soothed the ache so intoxicating he felt drunk on her cries. Kneading the flesh of her breast in his palm, coaxing more delightful sounds from her lips as he tweaked the bud between his fingers.

"I'll have to thank Isaac for-"

"Don't say his name-" Sebastian pleaded. Disliking the way any name sounded in the breathless quiver of her voice besides his own. "From now on - No one else's. Only-"

She cut him off cupping his face, prying him away from his ministrations on her jaw. She touched her lips to his gentler than the last had been, understanding the desire in his incoherent rambling.

"Sebastian."

And she said it was the only name that mattered. He groaned deeply, burying his face in her hair. Breathing in the faint lingering scent of mallowsweet not even the storm could wash away entirely. Sebastian grasped her hip through her thin nightdress dress so he could roll his own against her core. He knew she would feel the growing need hardening in his between his legs.

Slipping under her skirt he slid a hand purposefully up the inside of her thigh. Her fists balled in the sheets as he brushed against the soaked fabric of her knickers. She shivered and certainly not from the cold, as he tentatively traced her folds.

“Say my name again.”

She complied and he pressed his thumb against the bundle of nerves. She whined at the contact and it called to something primal within him. That doggedness, that impulsivity a part of him he tried to damper, and contain lest it consume him completely as it had done in the past - perhaps this was why he'd built a wall between her and his heart. Because once he surrendered this part of himself to her, anything he had done in the past would pale in comparison to the everything he would do for her.

Shifting the fabric to the side and dragging a finger through the slick coating her folds to press against her clit. Coaxing out mewls of pleasure with every tantalising circle of the nub. Her breath was hot against his neck and a flush had spread from her cheeks down her chest. She writhed in search of more friction as he teased her open with his fingers. Sebastian emitted a low throaty groan when he felt how silky and keen she was for him. Her breath caught in her throat and his own became more ragged as he pumped and curled his fingers inside of her. Working her open, pliant to his touch.

His cock was strained against his Quidditch breeches twitching eagerly against her stomach with every muttered curse and keening mewl she released. Her whine into his mouth, a plea for Sebastian to give her more than just a tentative caress. Her hands which until now had been stroking along his spine and tangling in chestnut curls ran along the curve of his ribs and down his stomach. She palmed his hard length and began pulling the laces to free him from his trousers.

Rumoured dalliances were one thing and those were bountiful. Gossip spread like wildfire whether there was truth to it or not. But if it were to be discovered Sebastian had had her completely - it could damn her. There would be no going back, no changing her mind about their feelings for each other. Not that there would be any going back for him. Not now the floodgates had opened try as he might he would not be able to close them.

He’d submitted to it. To be hers. And he knew his stubborn heart could not be turned.

A crease formed between his eyebrows and he pulled back from their kiss. Sebastian had burned for her for longer than he knew and now his heart had begun to splutter with nerves. She smoothed the lines etched on his brow, tilting her chin up to kiss him with a soft longing. A silent affirmation that this was not a moment of madness or revenge.

“This really isn't the place, pet," he tried to reason but he made no motion to move away from her embrace. Instead, he peeled the silken nightgown over her head which she wriggled out of gratefully. Bare and laidf out below him his mouth felt dry, as she looked at him through her lashes. Chest heaving, his friend transformed into a goddess under the soft lamp light.

"You don't think the hospital wing is romantic?"

"We could get caught?"

"We're both rather adept at getting out of trouble."

"You're sure?"

“About you?” He nodded nervously. Her eyes softened and the words came to her easily as if somehow she'd always known it would be him. "Since the day I met you.”

Sebastian heart rattled as she undid the laces, and helped her shuck the material down his hips. He kissed her and he wondered why he tried to evade the inevitability that was her. She wrapped a hand around his cock and he bucked almost embarassingly into her grip.

He helped her guided his cock towards her entrance, shivering as he dragged the head against her slick folds. He kissed her deeply. Passionately. In reverence to her and all she meant to him; even when he'd been too blind to see it.

He sank into her tight heat. The noise rumbling from deep in his chest was more akin to a growl than anything human as his girth stretched her inch by inch.

Muscles tightly coiled with nerves but a tremor of pleasure electrified her as Sebastian pressed his thumb gently to her clit soothing her delicate whimpering. Fingernails etching grooves into his shoulders he knew should sting but gods - his mind had been completely overcome in the bliss of her warmth.

"Ah- Fuck."

Sebastian wasn't sure which one of them had uttered it the moment he bottomed out inside her. Dropping to press his forehead against hers. Hot breath disturbed her unruly hair which he had tangled, a blush staining her cheeks and lips swollen, Sebastian didn’t think he’d ever seen anyone more beautiful.

The last thread of his control was dwindling with how tight her walls fluttered around his cock, how perfectly he fit inside her; like he belonged buried in her. But he stilled himself. Letting her adjust despite how desperately he craved the claim her to make her scream his name until she could speak no other.

Sebastian wasn't known for his exercises in control, but he tried. For her.

Moving his hips working himself into her with tentative shallow thrusts. Her appreciating shallow panting like blissful music. He stole a look down to where their bodies were connected. Almost coming undone completely at the sight.

"It's like you were fucking made for me," he rasped. Still circling her swollen nub admiring how each stroke strained her breathing into short needy pants. Coaxing more of her slick to coat his shaft.

"Funny," she choked a devilish smile spreading over her face. Her eyes flicked up to his from they too had been trained on their union. "I was going to say the same thing about you."

He dared a deeper thrust. Pulling back before pushing back in with a languid roll of his hips that made her groan, wanton and needy. Her back arching skyward he slid his free arm under the space she left. Wrapping around her waist to embrace her tighter.

Her hips bucked towards him, with every deep steady thrust. Cursing a string of profanities and praise the new angle allowed the head of his cock to stroke along her sweet spot. Filthy things that would have made even him blush but if it was possible they only made him rut into her more possessively. Mouthing brainless at the curve of her jaw, as she accepted him deeper.

There was a familiarity in the unfamiliar. The way the scent of mallowsweet wrapped around him had never smelt so intoxicating. The lilt to her voice when she said his name never sounded so reedy and desperate.

He'd been trapped outside the gates of Elysium and now indulged fully in its pleasures. Sebastian groaned, peppering kissed into the crook of her neck, spreading her knees open to take him deeper. His thumb still teased her clit with every thrust making her legs tremble. The hair on his chest and freckles across his skin did little to hide the flush of colour on his skin. Sebastian clung to her desperately, her skin soft and plush in ways he’d never let himself imagine.

He felt her climax building around his cock. Clawing at his back as she whined, teetered on the edge of ecstasy. Desperately clinging to him, to prolong the moment neither of them wanted to end. But his own release was impressing on him fast. Coiling tightly in his gut as he began to pound into her harder his pace becoming erratic with every deliberate thrust into her tight heat.

“Fuck. Fuck- Please, darling. Come for me,” he pleaded. Barely recognising the desperate gravelly rumble of his voice.

“Seb- Sebastian, I’m so close!”

“I can feel you. Fucking incredible. You’re incredible, taking me so well. I can’t- I can’t hold back anymore.”

Her climax broke, with a shuddering cry of his name. Spasming and contracting as she sucked him in impossibly deeper into her cunt. Sebastian doubted there was any greater pleasure in this world than the feeling of her completely unravelling, pulsing around him.

She was calling out to him breathless, like his name was the answer to a question her soul had been asking and he was filling in the gaps of what she never knew was missing.

His vision narrowed, until she was all there was. Blushing, dishevelled a fucking exquisite mess writhing against him - because of him. With a final uneven snap of his hips, he buried himself inside of her to the hilt. Groaning her name over and over like a mantra as he came, hard. Harder than he ever had. Hips spluttering as he spilt inside of her grinding out his release deep in her channel.

He loosened the arm coiled around her waist allowing her to slump boneless onto the mattress. He kissed her, capturing her sweet dulcet whimpers as he coaxed her slowly down from her bliss. Letting her ride out the last of her shaking climax with gentle circles on her clit, still buried inside of her.

They stayed like that for a while, his head pressed into the crook of her neck, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Humming contentedly as rocked into her. A little gasped when he at last pulled his softening cock from inside of her. Mourning the loss of being intertwined with him completely.

Hardly big enough for two, he pulled her half draping her soft body over him so they both fit. Head resting on his chest she hummed contentedly as he pressed his lips to the crown of her head. They were silent, the only sounds were their laboured breathing and the occasional satiated sigh.

"I love you," Sebastian’s voice broke the silence.

And it felt too big and too small all at once; like it didn't capture the enormity of what he was feeling but now that he did he could never love anyone else. Never feel the warmth of another and for it to feel like home. “I just- I want you to know in case it wasn’t obvious. You don’t have to say it back-”

“I love you too. In fact, I think I’ve loved you for a long time.”

She tilted her chin up to kiss him and the world seemed to tip on its axis. Sebastian resigned to the knowledge he would fly through a thousand more storms just so he could bask in her warmth.

***

Luxuriating in the afterglow of a perfect evening rarely lasted forever. However, Sebastian didn't anticipate his to end quite so abruptly or by being shoved out of bed by the witch he loved. Landing clumsily on the tiled floor he glared up at her disorientated. If she wasn't roughly pulling her nightdress over her head to cover her bare breasts he may have thought last night was a rather vivid wet dream.

"Blainey's coming. You need to hide," she hissed. “Quickly. Under the bed.”

"So? She's used to it. We always stay here together-" Sebastian yawned in protest. Reaching up to fix her dishevelled hair brushing his thumb against her cheek. If possible, she blushed even more wildly than she did last night when he’d been buried between her legs. As if the affectionate hand from the man who loved her was somehow more intimate.

"Yes- but usually fully clothed! Oh for Merlin's sake-"

She snatched her wand up off the table, pointing it dead between Sebastian's eyes she muttered a disillusionment charm. Sebastian felt it trickle over him and just as his hands disappeared from view the door to Blainey’s chambers swung open. The matron shuffled into the hospital wing bee-lining for her solitary ward’s bed who was quickly stashing her wand under her pillow. Sebastian despite being little more than a trick of the light, scooted further under her cot to avoid discovery.

"Good morning, dear! How are you feeling?” she greeted her cheerily. Stopping at the foot of her bed her sensible shoes the only thing visible to Sebastian. “...You look a little flushed."

"Much better, Miss. Truly-”

"Look at the state of your sheets. Tossing and turning all night, I’ll bet," Blainey tutted. Sebastian clapped his hand over his mouth to stifle a snort of laughter. "Glad I kept you in. I knew you needed a good night's rest."

“Ah. yes- slept better than I have in years,” her voice wavered unconvincingly. Terrible liar. The bed springs straining as she squirmed uncomfortably.

"You have a visitor,” Blainey said, fussing with her pillow. Sebastian tucked his feet in tighter into the cramped space. “Your boyfriend, Mr Cooper."

Sebastian stilled, his jaw tensing as he resisted the urge to charge out of the hospital wing in all his naked glory and tell the Gryffindor to piss off.

"I think Isaac is mistaken, Miss. He is certainly not my boyfriend any longer.”

Sebastian may be naked, tailbone throbbing and hunched under a hospital bed in the most undignified position anyone could possibly be discovered in - but Sebastian felt far from pathetic. Smug was probably a better word with the grin that had stretched over his face.

The blow to the face may have hurt Cooper’s pride but it would be nothing compared to the gut punch awaiting him when he discovered how their roles had reversed. When he saw what he squandered had been entirely to Sebastian's gain.

"Or perhaps he has taken too many bludgers to the head or he would have gleaned from his conversation with Sebastian that I don't have a boyfriend,” she said loudly enough for Cooper's prying ears likely eavesdropping on the other side of the door.

Sebastian frowned. Snaking his hand up quickly to deliver a hard pinch to the soft flesh of her arse. She squeaked in surprise, swatting into thin air as she searched blindly for his invisible hand. He knew she’d be blushing madly and he’d probably get an earful about that later. Although he now had a lot more creative fantasies about making it up to her.

"Something wrong, dear?" Blainey turned to her concerned.

"Nothing!"

But, something was much indeed wrong.

'I don't have a boyfriend' he almost gave himself away with an audible scoff.

Sebastian would have to do something about that immediately.

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