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subskz · 5 months

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Rin!! What kinds of role-plays do you think each member likes, or is their favorite? From plot, to costumes, and all of that. Like maid/mistress, boss/employee, nurse/patient, professor/student, officer/prisoner, etc.

what a fun question hehe i had a good time thinking of these 😽

chan - this is almost solely bc of that one fancall where he told a stay “please arrest me” lmao but officer/prisoner! i can see channie leaning into his cheekier side for this and purposely dodging your questions w a playful giggle, grinning up at you and whining “i don’t know~” all airheaded and innocent. but he also fits the obedient role perfectly. he’d go absolutely crazy for scenes where you’re “interrogating” him while he’s tied to a chair, completely at ur mercy as you give him head or ride him until he can’t form a coherent sentence. he’d also love being handcuffed and bent over the interrogation desk as a way to “get information” from him

lino - strangers! this is the perfect roleplay for minho bc he loves to tease and seduce you. he loves the chase, but at the same time he’s very guarded and wouldn’t actually want to give himself to someone he doesn’t know. so pretending to be strangers who meet out in public, striking up a convo, flirting w each other and working each other up until you take him back to “your place” excites him like nothing else. he’d pull out all his charms like he’s really trying to win you over, and he definitely turns his bratting up to a 100 too. he might even pretend to flirt w others just to see how long you can keep up the act before dragging him home and fucking him senseless. he’s so passionate n obsessive he really makes it feel like you’re discovering each other’s bodies for the first time

binnie - royalty/knight!!! oh i think binnie would absolutely love playing out any role that involves him being your loyal protector or bodyguard of some sort. it makes him feel so strong and proud while simultaneously getting to serve you, meeting your every beck and call without question…he’s your valiant knight who everyone fears but falls to his knees for you in an instant. he’ll kneel at your bedside to give you head or even offer to be your “throne” himself. he loves to worship your body and and will gush abt how he’d do anything for you and let you use him however you please, as long as he gets to be by your side. he also loves to hear you say how brave and strong he is and how good he makes you feel, like he was made only for your pleasure~

hyunjin - photographer/model or artist/muse! in the case of photography he’d like to be the model w you in charge of his photoshoot, snapping pictures of him and ordering him to take certain poses, gradually getting more suggestive w them and telling him to remove more clothes. he’d be so cute playing coy when you tell him to spread his legs and lean back so you can capture just how hard he’s become. his favorite is when you take pictures before and after completely wrecking him. for artist/muse, you’re his muse! it starts out innocent enough w him shyly admiring you as he paints you, until he slowly lets his imagination wander to bad places and you catch the twitching bulge in his pants. ofc it ends w you teaching him a lesson for being such a pathetic pervert

jisung - nurse/patient! hannie adores this type of roleplay bc it’s the perfect excuse for him to be coddled and cared for to his heart’s content. he really plays up the role of your helpless patient who’s in such a weak state that the only thing that can nurse him back to health is you <3 you can also add an inspection kink into the mix, w you carefully examining every part of his body as he gets progressively squirmier and more turned on basking in your attention until he’s leaking through his hospital gown. you press your hand to his hot face and murmur sympathetically that he’s definitely got a terrible fever, and you have just the cure~ the only way to get rid of all the pain in his body is to drown him in pleasure instead

felix - maid/mistress! he gets so excited abt dressing up in a cute classic maid outfit w thigh highs and a frilly headband! he loves feeling your eyes glued to him as he cleans up around you, barely holding back his giggles when he bends over so you can catch a glimpse of the lingerie he’s wearing under his skirt. he really plays up the innocent act to pretend like he’s seducing you completely on accident, and he’d be sooo surprised when you flip his skirt up and bend him over the coffee table. he’d also love to do his chores w a vibrating plug inside of him that you have the remote for, so you can turn up the setting while he’s carrying a tray to make his shaky hands drop it or make him knock over a vase bc his knees buckled, then punish him for being so clumsy

seungmin - boss/employee! smth abt seungmo fits that disciplined workplace sub so well. he buys the most well-tailored suit that fits his body proportions so perfectly so he can look irresistible for you as he carries out all the tasks you give him. it can go one of two ways, w him being a model employee who gets called into your office to be rewarded by you for always performing so well, or he could get punished for making mistakes, even smth as small as dropping a stack of important files or spilling coffee. either way he ends up on his knees for you, legs spread as you step on his bulge through his slacks, or kneeling under your desk to give you head as you work <3 he esp loves when you “take phonecalls” while fucking him

jeongin - professor/college student! this makes for the perfect scenario to incorporate corruption/dumbification which both fit innie so well. sometimes you play out the cliche of him being a desperate, failing student who’s willing to do anything to pass your class. he plays the role insanely well, so wide-eyed and nervous, but very eager to prove himself to you and do whatever you ask of him to earn a good grade. he starts off acting so innocent, stammering out things like “are you sure this is okay? it’s so dirty” but by the end of it he’s on your desk sweaty and covered in his own cum and still moaning for more. he’d also love scenarios where you’re actually teaching him, showing him how to give head properly, where to touch you, how to move his hips and fuck you like a good boy <3

#ask #💌 skz #alternate answer for channie…predator/prey 🙏 but maybe that’s bc the idea of chasing channie through the woods is very #well 😸#now playing howl by florence and the machine

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writing-intheundercroft · 7 months

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Your Ivy Grows // Compliments

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Summary: Ominis Gaunt cannot see, but he can feel.He can feel the tall thickets of grass outside of his Aunt Noctua's house, now his for the summer. He can feel the sand down by the beach, the water of the tide pools, the overgrown ivy in Noctua's beloved garden. Most importantly, he can feel the gentle brush of his house guest's hand against his as they take their daily walk.He fears that he may feel much, much more for his new house guest.

Word Count: 4,838

Rating: M (good ole fashion victorian Ominis gets a teeny bit carried away)

Taglist: @slootmagix (comment if you'd like to be added!)

Flirting with Ominis Gaunt was fun.

She couldn’t help herself. Meeting men her own age was an anomaly; most men she met worked with her father, and no matter how much she defended his profession, his colleagues were usually old, and left much to be desired. Being isolated at the old manor with no company didn’t help either. It appeared the former mistress of the house was also an unmarried woman, her library catalog consisting of recipes, textbooks, herbology guides, and to the houseguest’s surprise, a wide breadth of romance novels. She’d be lying if the early weeks of her confinement weren’t spent pouring over a few salacious stories.

Things did change once her new guardian arrived. There was finally someone to talk to, and someone to join her in the garden. They took daily turns around the property, and visits to the shore were no longer lonely. Being outdoors and the welcome addition of conversation were refreshing, of course, but after she yearned for something more…stimulating.

And she couldn’t think of anything more stimulating than the beautiful hands of the younger Mr. Gaunt.

Ominis seemed impenetrable at first. Typical flirtation tactics like coy glances and blushing were useless on a blind man, so she’d had to get creative. She’d spent an entire afternoon once, observing Ominis and trying to understand what he might find attractive. He had a dreadfully mundane routine, always rising at the same time, writing and reading in his room before breakfast. He kept a respectful distance from her when they walked the grounds, and had only ever offered her tiny morsels of his life outside of the manor. He’d tell her stories of his friends; one, a book shop attendant who sounded like a terrible rake, and one other, a highly gifted witch who’d come into her power late in life. She realized that he never seemed to talk about himself–another trait she found attractive. Most men were boastful, but Ominis Gaunt was humble.

She’d tried giggling at his jokes–nothing. Commenting on his clothing–none. Complimenting his hair–he merely shared the pomade recipe he’d been using since his fifth year at school.

Every single move she made went completely over his head, until that afternoon in the garden. Oh, how he’d blushed at the feeling of her mouth on his hand–she hadn’t even intended to rouse him, mostly trying to keep droplets of blood off his fine white shirt. His alabaster skin bloomed with such a pretty pink, and she would stop at nothing to keep his cheeks aflame.

Physical touch, she realized. That’s what made Ominis Gaunt tick.

From then on, she made every possible effort to touch him. She danced with him around the dinner table, after he’d told her about the ball. His face was flushed the entire time, and she could feel him smelling her hair. The next day, she clutched his arm a little harder when they walked through the town, and wore a little more of her perfume. And perhaps it had been too bold of a move, disrobing in front of him, but for Merlin’s sake, he was blind. She blushed into the mirror, watching him fumble with the ribbon as he laced the back of her dress. His cheeks were red, his breathing stuttered, and his hands ghosting over her hips. She wanted to protest when he ran from the room, but Golly’s accusatory look made her freeze in place.

“What?”

Golly shrugged. “You seem rather interested in Master Ominis.”

She looked at herself in the mirror as the little house elf pinned the cuff of the sleeve. “He’s very nice.”

“Do you mean nice, or nice to look at?” Golly hummed with the pins in her mouth.

“Golly!” she gasped. “How untoward of you.”

Golly rolled her big eyes, snorting as she grabbed the fabric scissors from her sewing basket. “Golly thinks you have a crush on Master Ominis.”

The woman rolled her eyes. “He’s merely fun to play with, that’s all.” She looked at herself in the mirror, tilting her head as she held a hand to her waist. “Ominis has been very kind to me, and while I do enjoy my company, I know he’s only here by command. I’m sure he’d rather be in London enjoying the season than being stuck here with me.”

“Master Ominis is not like other men,” Golly mused.

She snorted. “Golly, hasn’t it been ten years since you last saw him?”

“Yes, but Master Ominis was raised by Madame Noctua,” Golly said, working on the hem with her nimble hands. “And you won’t find many men like him.”

She rolled her eyes, smirking at herself in the mirror. The sweet house elf didn’t need to convince her–she already knew Ominis was unlike most. Had he been like the men she’d encountered in her twenty one years, Ominis would have already tried to make an inappropriate move on her. Instead, he’d been unbearably proper, and it was surprisingly the second most attractive part of him. She fidgeted as she wondered if Ominis was like this with all women–if he was just as kind, attentive, and sweet.

His soul was as pretty as his face, she thought to herself.

“A true gentleman,” She announced.

“A true gentleman.” Golly echoed. “Right indeed.”

Correction–flirting with Ominis Gaunt was supposed to be fun.

It would be fun, if she’d had the opportunity to do so. He’d been avoiding her since their encounter in the dressing room, claiming to have a rare summer cold to stay in his chambers. She had found his propriety to be attractive, but this was certainly too much. It had been three days since he’d last left his rooms, leaving her to tend to the garden by herself. She snipped the roses, starting to feel rather offended at his standoffish attitude.

Perhaps he thinks you’re wild, she thought, angrily snipping a rose. Uncouth, ill mannered, as Marvolo had called her. Perhaps he had found her forwardness to be ugly.

Perhaps he found her ugly.

She shook the thought out of her head, angrily whacking at the rose bushes once more. Get it together, she reminded herself. For heaven’s sake, she was losing it over whether or not a blind man (who would never see her face) thought she was unattractive. She got lost in her work, until she heard the soft sound of her name behind her. Breathing deeply, she turned to see Golly standing a few paces away, hands folded neatly in front of her.

“Master Ominis has asked Golly to fetch you,” she said simply. “To prepare for the ball.”

“Ah, so he still intends to take me.” She rolled her eyes. “Despite not speaking to me for days.”

“Master Ominis had a cold, but is feeling much better now.” Golly lied. The house elf was sweet, obviously fibbing on behalf of her master.

She stood, wiping her dirty hands on the apron. “I somehow don’t believe that,” she admitted, wringing her hands. “I thought he might be disgusted with me.”

Golly gave her a sympathetic look. “Master Ominis still very much looks forward to escorting you to the ball. Come, Golly will help you dress.”

Nerves quickly set in as Golly helped her prepare. First, a lengthy bath, followed by at least half an hour spent styling her hair. Golly had ordered a catalog of the newest styles, pinning her curls to match the pages of Witch Weekly. She then helped her dust on some makeup before lacing her into the dress. The little house elf had done all she could to modernize the garment, but it was obviously an old style. The houseguest slipped on her nicest shoes and gloves, gulping as she observed herself in the mirror. The person looking back at her was far too proper, too ladylike. She’d been excited earlier that week to be leaving the house, but now the nerves were settling in. It was her first social outing ever, and she’d know no one but the Gaunt brothers.

One, who thought she was a wild animal. The other, who’d avoided her the entire week, and likely agreed.

She descended the stairs, clutching the banister as the heavy silk train dragged behind her. Ominis was standing next to the door, wearing a fine tuxedo. As she got closer, she realized the material was an inky blue, almost black, that complimented the light blue gown she was wearing. His blond hair had been slicked back, and he looked too nice to have been suffering from an illness for three days.

Sensing her presence at the bottom of the stairs, Ominis held out a gloved hand. “I’m sure you look beautiful,” he assured her. There was a stiffness to his voice that she hadn’t ever heard before.

“I hope your cold wasn’t that bad.” she mused, putting her hand in his.

Ominis blushed. She wondered if he knew he was a terrible liar, wearing the truth as a pretty flush. “I feel much better. Just had to be on my own a bit; I didn't want to get you sick before your first ball.”

He escorted her out the door; a horseless carriage was in the front drive. She shuddered as she heard the huffing and neighing from the invisible creatures that would fly them to London. Thestrals were foreboding, and even though she considered herself lucky to not be able to see them, there was something unsettling about trusting skeletal horses in the sky.

Ominis didn’t seem to mind; he swung the carriage door open, holding her hand gently to guide her. His nimble fingers hovered over her waist again, keeping distance. She couldn’t help the frown that graced her lips as he sat across from her, fumbling with the handle of his wand. And when the carriage took flight, she gripped the seat; Ominis seemed entirely familiar with the sensation, barely flinching as their bodies shifted, knees knocking into one another.

After a few minutes of silence, Ominis cleared his throat. “Are you excited?” he hummed.

She crossed her arms. “Honestly, I'm nervous. My dance instructor abandoned me.” she said, the accusatory tone dripping off her lips.

Ominis turned red again, sighing. “I’m sorry. I should have spent more time with you.”

“Did I do something to bother you?” she asked, shifting to a more serious voice. “Did…have I overstepped any boundaries? Are you mad at me?” she bumbled.

Ominis tilted his head. “No, of course not.” he said softly. “If anything, I’m the one to have overstepped.” He ran a gloved hand through his tidy blond hair, sighing. “How is our garden? I’m sorry to have neglected it, and you in turn.”

She pressed her lips into a tight smile. “The roses look much better. Might have whacked them a bit in frustration though.” She reached forward, adjusting Ominis’s hair. He sucked in a breath when she did so.

“You’re touchy, you know that?” He crossed his legs.

“Do you not like people touching you?” She asked, tilting her head.

He shook his head. “Just not used to it, that’s all.”

The carriage landed within the hour, and she stumbled out with the help of a footman, who bowed to Ominis.

“Where are we?” She asked curiously, observing their surroundings. It was a lavish townhouse, two lamps lit in front of a black lacquered door. The lamps were lit with a green flame, and there was a silver snake adorning the door.

“My brother’s house. He lives here most of the time; my sister-in-law stays out in the country.” Ominis mumbled. He held his arm out, and she looped hers through it. They walked up to the front door, and the silver snake hissed. She jumped back, but Ominis was undeterred. He calmly hissed back, and the door swung open.

“What the bloody hell was that?” she gaped.

Ominis rolled his eyes. “Party trick of Marvolo’s. Most people will be arriving by floo, but to get through the front door, you need to know the password or speak parseltongue.”

“I didn’t know you spoke parseltongue,” she gasped. “That’s incredible.”

“Yes,” he said dryly, frowning a bit. “Maybe my least favorite of my abilities.”

Ominis guided her down the hallway and into the small ballroom. Unlike his Aunt Noctua’s home, he seemed uncomfortable, head jerking at every sound, wand raised and at the ready. Feeling her nerves bubbling over, she clutched him tighter. The sound of voices grew louder, and she stumbled as they entered the ballroom. No one had announced them, but it seemed like the entire party had turned their attention to the doorway as soon as they’d walked in.

She gulped, staring at a room full of strangers.

“We’ll greet Marvolo first,” Ominis whispered. “Then we can find you some champagne.”

Marvolo wasn’t easy to miss–he was seated at the head of the room, as if he were a king in his castle. He was surrounded by his lackeys, all laughing and spilling their alcohol, and a dark haired woman sat at his feet like an obedient cat. After having spent so much time with Ominis, she couldn’t have been more shocked at the stark difference between them. It seemed like Marvolo Gaunt had a permanent sneer on his face, a smile so sinister compared to that of his brother’s.

“Little brother,” Marvolo hummed. “I see you’ve brought our friend .” He emphasized the word.

She looked up at Ominis, who had stiffened. His jaw looked hard, as if he were gritting his teeth. “Marvolo.” he said curtly. “We’re here, as you’ve asked.”

Marvolo turned his gaze to her, beckoning her closer. She stepped forward, and Ominis’s hand flexed as he let go of her arm.

“I see my brother has trained you well,” he laughed, looking over at his friends. “A wild little thing when we last saw her, wasn’t she?”

The men laughed, and she wrinkled her nose. “I need no training, especially not from a man.” she uttered defiantly.

Marvolo laughed again, stroking his dark beard. “Still feisty, I see.” He winked at Ominis. “You’ll have to try harder to break her in, baby brother.”

“I think we’ll take a turn around the room,” Ominis said loudly, tugging her backwards by the elbow. Ominis said her name, and she turned to him, blinking at his face. He looked angry, a fiery red flush on his face as he pulled her far away from his brother and his posse. He pulled her towards the corner of the room, instinctively boxing her into the wall.

“I’m sorry about him,” Ominis huffed. “I should’ve expected him to be lewd.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’ve dealt with worse.” she gulped, blushing herself at the close proximity. She peered over his shoulder; a few couples had taken to the dance floor. “Will we dance?”

Ominis opened his mouth to say something, but he jumped back when a stranger put a hand on his shoulder. She furrowed her eyebrows, staring at the freckled man who was beaming at him.

“I didn’t know you were coming tonight,” he said, grinning as he wrapped his arms around Ominis. Ominis laughed, clapping the man on the back in return. It was a brotherly embrace, certainly warmer than the greeting Ominis had given to Marvolo.

“You scoundrel, how’d you’d get an invite?” Ominis snorted, holding him by the shoulders.

The brunette rolled his eyes, giving Ominis a smug look. “Violet asked me to accompany her,” he looked back to the room, scanning it for his partner. “No doubt she’s off with the other snakes gossiping about your grand entrance.”

“You’re such a flirt, Sebastian.” Ominis scoffed. “And you’re being impolite. Introduce yourself.”

The stranger turned to her, giving her a boyish smile as he kissed the back of her hand. “Sebastian Sallow, a pleasure to meet you. Ominis has written quite a bit about you.”

She blushed as Ominis shoved Sebastian, who let out a loud laugh. They looked like schoolboys as they squabbled, but Ominis settled with an arm around Sebastian.

“My oldest friend,” Ominis announced. “I’ve told you about him.”

“Ah, yes,” she laughed. “The playboy.”

Sebastian chuckled. “I see you’re spreading the word about me. Always so proud, this one.” He clapped Ominis on the back. “He’s told me you have him gardening–this, from the man who dreaded even walking into the Herbology classroom. Quite a feat.”

“His skills left much to be desired at first,” she said coyly. “But he’s improving with supervision.”

“Never thought I’d see the day where Ominis Gaunt was putting his hands to work.” Sebastian said, knocking his shoulders into the blond. He was handsome, but quite the opposite from Ominis. His outgoing, playful personality shined; she could see was Ominis meant when he'd described his best friend as a magnetic personality.

A waiter passed them, and Sebastian lifted two champagne coupes from the tray, passing one to her, and the other to Ominis. “Drink up–it’ll be a long night. I’ve already had three.”

“Already that bored of your date?” Ominis chortled.

Sebastian looked over his shoulder at a gaggle of women, all gossiping with each other on the couches. “I reckon Vi only asked me for one reason,” he waggled his eyebrows, winking at Ominis. She looked up at her companion, who grimaced; despite his lack of sight, it was almost as if he’d known the exact look on Sebastian’s face.

Perhaps that was another gift of Ominis’s; after spending enough time with someone, he could know them completely, even blind.

Music flooded the room, and couples started pairing up on the dance floor.

“Ah shit, she’s coming here now.” Sebastian mused, gulping down his champagne. “See you two out on the dance floor.” he winked, setting the glass down to meet a dark haired girl halfway.

Ominis turned to her, smiling softly. “Shall we?” He held his hand out, for her, one step already towards the dance floor. She placed hers gently into his, and let him guide her. Once they were situated, he stowed his wand in his jacket pocket, and let his hand hover over her waist.

She placed her hand on his shoulder as he’d instructed her, and the dance began. Even though they were on the outskirts of the dance floor, she still felt eyes all over her. At one point, they passed Sebastian and his date; he winked while she scoffed.

“Do you know everyone here?” She asked.

Ominis inhaled sharply as they stepped around each other. “For the most part. All of the younger folks especially, we all went to school together.” He leaned in, his lips brushing her ears. “Sebastian’s date was in our year. Nightmare of a human being.”

She bit her lower lip at the contact. “Why would Sebastian go to a ball with her then?”

Ominis shrugged. “He’s bored, I suppose. He’s been in love with one of our best friends for ages, and he missed his shot with her. I think he humors these girls out of boredom. And they certainly don’t mind since he’s so handsome.”

She frowned as they twirled. “Well, that’s no way to live. Why hasn’t he spoken to your friend?”

Ominis sighed loudly. “I’ve tried to tell him that a million times, but he prefers to be stubborn.”

She looked over at Sebastian and his date; she was talking with him rather animatedly, while he blankly nodded along. “She doesn’t seem to have taken the hint,” she mused. “I’d hate to be dragged along like that.”

Ominis let out a breathy laugh. “I didn’t think a girl like you would let yourself be dragged on. You seem like the type to put a man in his place.”

She chewed on her lower lip. So Ominis did have some presumptions about her and her experiences.

“Would you believe me if I told you I’ve never even gotten close to a man in such a way?” she murmured.

Ominis blinked at her. “You’ve never courted anyone before?”

She laughed. “Ominis, I’ve traveled the world my entire life, I’ve never stayed in one place long enough to do so, let alone known a man long enough to desire him.”

“I shouldn’t have said all those scandalous things about Sebastian! You should’ve told me,” Ominis gasped. “I’d assumed–”

“I’m not an idiot,” she interjected. “I understand what men can be like.” The music died down, and the couples clapped for the musicians as they ended their song. “And besides, I am a woman. It’s not as if women go without desires as well.” she whispered.

The tips of Ominis’s ears went pink as she walked away, smiling to herself.

“You’re a guest of the Gaunts this summer, aren’t you?”

She turned around, facing the man who had addressed her. She was on her third glass of champagne, cheeks tickled pink from the alcohol.

“I am,” she blurted, holding her hand out. “And you are?”

The stocky man leaned down to kiss it, lips catching the edge of her wrist. “Augustus Carrow,” he said cheerfully. “A pleasure.” He was also blonde, but his hair was dull in comparison to Ominis’s cornsilk locks.

She politely dipped her head. This was the sixth man to introduce himself, and the attention was much needed. Ominis had gotten pulled away by one of his many sisters, likely dragged over to some prospective match. She’d watched as he politely danced with other girls, fighting the bubbling jealousy within her.

Maybe he was just that nice to every woman he met, she thought. Perhaps she wasn’t so special. And if that were the case, Ominis wouldn’t mind that she too was dancing with every gentleman that introduced himself. So far her dance card was filled with plenty of new acquaintances, all who had sung her praises during their conversations. Rowle, Hobhouse, Burke, Travers, Black, and now Carrow.

She hiccuped, covering her mouth. “Excuse me,” she said sheepishly. “I’m new to…all of this,” she gestured, waving her champagne. It splashed a little, landing on his shiny shoes.

Augustus laughed, keeping a tight grip on her hand, even though she'd tried to pull away. “You’re fun,” he grinned. “I like a woman who can enjoy a little champagne here and there. Would you maybe like to—”

“Carrow.”

She tilted her head, looking up at Ominis. He’d swooped in out of nowhere, standing behind her closely, a hand on her shoulder. Whereas he’d lightly hovered his hands before, it felt heavy on her skin.

“Ominis,” Augustus chuckled. “Back to stake your claim.”

She looked up at Ominis in confusion. His eyebrows were furrowed, a frown set upon his face.

“There are no stakes to claim,” Ominis said calmly. Rather, his voice was calm, but the way his fingertips bruised into her skin. “She is my ward, and I think she’s danced enough for one evening.”

“Ominis,” she opened her mouth to complain.

“Come along,” Ominis said, her name tumbling off his lips. “I think you’ve had too much champagne. You should take a break.” He dragged her by the elbow down the hall, pulling her into the library. He shut the heavy wooden doors behind them, the tip of his wand glowing red in his face.

“Sit,” he barked. She’d never heard him so commanding before; she automatically fell into the closest armchair, crossing her legs at the ankles.

Ominis flicked his wand and a glass flew across the room, floating in front of her.

“Aguamenti,” he uttered, water flowing from the tip of his wand to the glass. “Now drink.”

She did as he commanded, lifting the glass to her lips. She watched him curiously as he paced back and forth. Once she’d finished, she set it on the floor, crossing her arms.

“Are you mad at me?”

Ominis put his hands on his hips, his wand stowed away again. “Did you enjoy dancing?”

“I did.” she sniffed. “Did you enjoy dancing as well?”

He turned to her. “I did not,” he frowned. “More girls, simpering over me just because my mother wants them to.”

“I don’t think they’re doing so because of that,” she shrugged. “You’re quite the catch. Besides, you didn’t see how those girls admired you.”

“And you didn’t seem to pick up at all on how those men leered at you.” Ominis nearly spat, continuing to pace. He tugged his pristine white gloves off his hands, shoving them in his pockets.

“Does that bother you?” She asked, crossing her legs tighter. She gripped the arms of the chair; perhaps it was the champagne going to her head, but Ominis was unbearably handsome in his flustered state. “You couldn’t even see them.”

He turned on his heel, making two quick strides towards her, standing over her. “I could feel them,” he uttered. “And I could hear the way they spoke about you. How complimentary you are.”

“What’s wrong?” she asked breathily, feeling her heart beating in her head.

“You say those things,” Ominis whispered, falling to his knees. She stared at him as he shut his unseeing eyes, his slender hands falling into her lap. He clutched at her silk skirt, rubbing the fabric between his fingers. “Nice things about me.”

She gulped, looking down at him. “There are a lot of nice things about you.”

“Tell me,” he said, gripping her thighs over the fabric of her dress.

“You’re a good dancer.”

He shook his head. “Not like that.” One of his hands dropped below the chair, rustling under the fabric of her skirt to hold her ankle. He gently pried her legs apart.

“Your hair is nice,” she added.

Ominis gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing. “Try again.”

She bit down on her lower lip as the hand beneath her skirt traveled up her stocking, tracing circles on her knee.

“You have beautiful hands,” she whispered.

Ominis’s hand slid even further, tickling her thigh. One hand was atop her dress, the other hovering dangerously close to a part of her that no man had ever touched.

“You say pretty things to me, you touch me all the time.” Ominis murmured. “Can I touch you?”

She looked up to his unseeing eyes, testing the boundary. “You weren’t sick, were you?”

Ominis shook his head silently, a soft strand of hair falling against his forehead.

Feeling bolder, she took in a sharp breath. “You wished you were touching me the entire time.”

Ominis nodded, jaw hardening as his grip tightened.

“You touched yourself?” she whispered.

Ominis let out a garbled sound from his throat, leaning his forehead against hers. “I like the way you feel,” he rasped. “Can I?”

She lurched forward, pulling the hand that rested on top of her skirts to her face. While she leaned down, he pushed himself upwards, trying to close the distance between their faces. “Yes.”

Ominis surged forward, kissing her. It wasn’t sweet; it wasn’t soft. It was hard, teeth nipping on her lips, licking into her mouth. His hand wrapped around her neck, pulling her towards him.

“I don’t want to hear you compliment any other man.” he gasped. “I only like to hear you say nice things about me.”

She moaned into his lips as his fingers moved from the outside of her thigh inwards, tickling her as he pushed her petticoats aside. She opened her eyes, rewarded with the sight of a blushing Ominis, eyes squeezed tightly in pleasure as he ghosted his fingers over her clothed core. He pulled back, gasping for air as he put both hands to work, pushing her skirts away.

“So many damn layers,” he muttered, and she laughed aloud. Her laugh turned into a shriek as she felt his lips place hot kisses on the inside of her leg.

“Ominis!” she gasped.

Suddenly, the door handle jiggled. Both of them froze for a second; as the door opened, Ominis pulled her skirts down, and tugged at the knot that laced her shoes. She immediately sat up, brushing the wrinkles from her topskirt.

“There you are!” Sebastian said cheerfully. “Violet was hoping you’d come back out to dance. Actually, I’m just hoping–I don’t want to be alone with her for another second, she might try to slobber all over my face again.” He stood at the doorway, a jovial smile on his face as he stared at the twosome. She merely smiled at the freckled man, who narrowed his eyes at Ominis on the floor. “What are you doing on the ground?”

“Tying her shoe, of course.” Ominis said quickly. “We’ll meet you and Violet out there,” he offered, clearing his throat.

Sebastian shrugged, closing the door behind him.

As soon as the door shut, Ominis launched himself to the other side of the room; she stared as he inhaled sharply, adjusting his trousers and slicking back his blond hair. Once it seemed that he’d collected himself, he walked back over, offering a hand to help her up. He’d put his gloves back on.

“Shall we?” he asked calmly, as if he hadn’t been digging through her skirts on the floor a minute ago, pressing kisses along her thigh. She couldn’t read the expression on his face; it was like his personality had retreated inward, hiding itself. The urgent, needy Ominis was gone, a placid persona taking its place.

She let out a puff of air, taking his gloved hand once again.

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