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Creatures of Appetite - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Summary: Instead of studying, you find something else to daydream about.

Warnings: 18+, smut, tease, riding, light choking

Word Count: 1.2k

The morning had melted into the early afternoon as you and Sebastian Sallow sprawled out over the picnic blanket you had set up in the fields behind Hogwarts. Already, the breeze had a brisker feel and some of the trees had started to turn colors. Autumn was just around the corner. You had intended to enjoy the cooler weather while also getting some studying done, but at this point you were barely flipping through the text in your lap.

Your attention had been long since exhausted, even as Sebastian still diligently made notes on his parchment. You closed your book, watching him carefully flip each page, admiring the crease between his brows as he concentrated. His eyes drifted to find your attentions on him, and you grinned. Caught in the best way.

"Distracted?" He asked, and you shrugged languidly.

"Just thinking of nice things to daydream about." You smiled innocently, but the way his eyes moved across you was anything but.

He gave you a long look, then said "If you come over here, I'll add something else."

Despite your best intentions, a slow grin played on your lips as you relented. Coming over to him, he moved the book aside in invitation and you crawled onto his lap.

"Good girl." He murmurs as his fingers slowly slide up your spine, lips finding yours in a kiss. His hands unapologetically slipped into your hair, and then his tongue slipped into your mouth.

You respond playfully, a slow movement of your hips on top of his, a brush of your own tongue along his. You pull away, your lips still close.

"And what is my reward then? For being so benevolent?"

He smiles in between another kiss, humming approvingly. "Mhm.. what would you like?" You feel the curve of his smile against your lips, before you come back to him and deepen the kiss again.

Your confession is mumbled against his lips, "More of you. Always."

Cleary happy with your response, his movement is immediate. He brings his mouth back to yours, tasting you again before his hands drag up your thighs to pull down the top of your stockings. You roll underneath of him so he can finish the job, and he immediately comes over you and settles himself between your legs. You enthusiastically lift your hips to meet him, and he grasps onto one of your thighs to keep it wrapped around his waist.

"How much more?" He questions playfully as his hips pin you down slowly. He breathes between the hot presses of his kisses starting to fall down your neck. You arch into him, and another hand parts the buttons on your blouse.

"More." You shakily confirm, your hands reach to where his length is already visibly straining against his trousers, and he gives a groan of approval. Neither of you care you're out in the middle of a field, there is immediacy that needs to be satiated.

The sound of his groans has a pink color rising to your cheeks, especially as the vibration of it rumbles against the nipple he's currently capturing in his mouth. You gasp as he keeps you in his hold, stroking him with the same eagerness. He rocks himself into your hand, eager for more of your touch.

You close your eyes as his tongue then drags up to your clavicle, licking up any sweat that might have been there before. You take advantage of his distraction, hands pulling at his belt to remove any obstacle in the way, shoving the pants down, your hand is on him again, skin to skin. He stutters slightly at the unexpected touch, falling into your neck with a curse.

You feel the bead of moisture at his tip, and grin darkly when you drag a thumb over it, casually spreading it across his head... it drives a shiver down his spine. But even that is not enough. You shift your hips so that the tip of him is pressed against the wet heat of you, a teasing reminder of how badly you want him as you stroke him up and down.

His hand squeezes at your thigh, and his teeth sink into the muscle between your neck and shoulder.

"And ...what is it you want, Sebastian?" Your question is hissed, breathing through his bites, yet undeniably full of desire.

Without warning his other hand comes between you both. He snaps his fingers around your wrist, yanking it away from him and up over your head.

His confirmation is like a fire hot against your skin, burning as the words are forced between his teeth.

"More."

He echoes your commmand from earlier and you gasp. With your arm now pinned above you, and thigh pinned against him, Sebastian has the advantage. He spreads your legs further apart with an unapologetic nudge, his trousers already shrugged down thanks to you. He doesn't let your teasing go forgotten as the tip of him is pressing against your already soaked underwear.

You moan, titling your hips into him in return. Impatiently, your free hand slides down between you to move your underwear to the side and he barely adjusts himself before his cock is sliding into you.

Before his name finishes leaving your lips in a desperate breath, he is kissing you again. It's passionate. It's hungry. It's claiming. He doesn't pause before pushing in deeper, filling you as much as you could take him.

You kiss him back, thigh squeezing, one hand still grasping his tightly, and your other finding his shoulder for purchase. He pulls back for a moment, dark eyes watching you carefully to make sure you're okay. He draws his cock out of you slowly.. but your nails dig into his skin when he buries himself deep into you again, hard and sure. Your moans are muffled against his lips, his praises following each sound you make.

Your tempo messes the blankets, the books. Nothing but your hold on his shoulder, and his grip on you, keeps you fastened to each other. There was only him, and your body welcomed each thrust eagerly. Your muscles tightened around his cock with each new push, like you couldn't let him go. The mess between you both was hot, sticky, sweet.

That much wasn't lost on him, the tightness of you was the sweetest torture as his breath came in ragged short breaths, his hips starting to move wildly as he lost himself in you. But you wanted to milk it all out of him.

Without giving him the option, you pushed him up and over, bodies connected all the while. His head fell back as he watched you with a bite of his lip, eyes locked on yours as he settled underneath you with a sigh. But you wouldn't take him back, not yet. You braced yourself so that your entrance barely grazed his head. His hand pushed at your hip, and you pulled away further, dragging your wetness along him just barely. His begs came fast and hard,

"Fuck. Please."

You rewarded him as came back down on him, taking him into you completely, then over and over again as you rode him. He was drowning in pleasure each time you pressed down. You made sure he was deeply inside of you as you gave another roll of your hips, grinding slowly as your hand came to his throat.

"Dammit."

He was so close, especially after that. But...there wasn't enough of him until you had all of him. He met your claim with his own possession of you, throwing his hips upwards, and into you. His hands on your waist kept your steady, and this time you were the one lost as your head fell back and you were gone as he repeatedly, and unrelentingly, hit you in the place that undid you.

"Sebastian -" It was a whimper, a plea, a moan of all the pleasure that lanced through you from where he moved inside of you.

He felt you coming around his cock with a sharp breath, holding you steady as you rode out your orgasm...his own wasn't far behind.

He gave a broken groan, fingers gripping you hard before his hips slammed into you at full tilt. He came with gasping breaths and your name on his lips, hips stuttering until he was fully spent.

Your body fell against him with a sigh, and slowly he guided you carefully back down to him.

He pulled your body against his, both of you taking soft breaths as you recovered from it all. He shifted to catch you in a soft, quick kiss, watching you, already hungry for more.

Both of you were creatures of appetite, after all. And more was never enough.

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The Remedy - Garreth Weasley x F!MC

SUMMARY: Garreth knows the exact cure for your hangover. And plot twist: it's not one of his potions.

Warnings: 18+, Characters aged up. Mention of Drinking. Smut. P in V.

Word Count: 2.5k

You stumbled back into the Gryffindor common room, bleary eyed and forcing yourself not to look at your pocket watch. It hardly mattered, however, considering that you could already see the sneaking suspicion of the sunrise as purple streaks colored the sky through the tower window. 

You were still absolutely pissed off of your face, courtesy of the giggle water and fire whisky, so you thought nothing of it as you started stealing pillows off of the common room couches. Giddily, you found a corner of the room and stacking them around each other. You giggled as you looked at your work of art in progress.

YOU were going to make a PILLOW FORT...NOT sleep in your own bed like some regular loser. This (your drunk mind decided) was a far better option. 

Clumsily, you army crawled your way in once every pillow had been added to the massive pile, wrapping your robes around you to serve as a blanket you let out a contented sigh, shoving one last pillow against the hole you crawled through, promptly falling asleep in your cushioned little hovel. 

A few hours later…

“....Did the house elves do that?”

“A little redecorating perhaps...?” 

“Redecorating? Gar. Please.”

Garreth Weasley was hardly listening to Leander prattle on as he thoughtfully regarded the odd pile of pillows in front of him. It was interesting, he noted, that the pillow pile had magically appeared the same morning that Natty had mentioned to him you hadn’t returned to your dorm last night. 

He had already been worried that Sebastian had somehow kept you too late...or worse...that he had somehow snuck you into the Slytherin dorms instead. 

But then...as he heard a faint snore emanate from within the pillows, he gave a slight, but relieved, grin. 

“Right, then.” He sighs as he sits down patiently in front of the pillow fort, conjuring two mugs with steaming hot tea.The smell of peppermint drifts into your cave, your favorite.

You stir with a groan due to your monstrous headache, and the next thing you hear is Gar’s cackle right outside this odd structure you had found yourself in. 

Naturally, you had a very foggy idea of how you ended up in a pillow fort.

You poked your head out to find Gar grinning at you, holding out a mug to you in offering. How could he look so endearingly at you while you were SURE you looked like a pile of hippogriff dung? 

“Er– morning! By the way, I’m going to kill Sebastian for this.” He says in a  light voice entirely too cheerful for your current headache. You smirk at the slightly out of character threat to your mutual friend. Sebastian had been known to get the both of you into similar states more than once in the past. 

You sigh and shake your head, “It’s not totally his fault. I can’t ever resist a dare from that Scottish fool. Which I guess makes me one too.” You conceded in jest, but still  you accept Gar’s offering gratefully.

Your lean on your elbows, taking a gratuitous sip of the peppermint, sighing at the warmth as it soothes your throat. 

He raises his mug to yours, as if in a cheers before taking a sip as he cracked open his potions book. Most of the students had left at this point as classes had already begun, but clearly Gar must have guessed you’d be here a while. 

Finally you spoke, eyeing him suspiciously, “You’re being awfully nice to me for someone who just woke up in a pillow fort. No questions you want to ask over there?” 

He chuckled before shaking his head, taking another sip of his tea patiently as he continued to read. 

Your eyes narrowed further. 

“Does the book mean you’ll be here a while then? You might be waiting a while before I leave this cave, just so you know. The levels of shame are high.” 

He smirked again, taking another sip.

“Oh me? Just drinking my tea.”

You laughed ruefully, “Right, so I can assume you're not just here to gloat at my hungover state then?” 

This time, he slurped his tea even louder. 

“Gar.” At that accusation you glared again and he laughed as he ducked the spare pillow you threw at him. 

“Relaxxxxx.” He teases as his lips curl in another grin,  “Seems like we may be here a while. Perhaps more tea?” He says smugly as he refills his mug, and you give him another eye roll. 

“You know...I’m going to have to get you back for that. And no amount of tea is going to keep you safe from me.” You add teasingly from your pillow throne. 

But then, his eyes meet yours with just the slightest bit of mischief glimmering behind all that green as he says, “...And what if I don’t want to be?”

Your smile matches his, playing along with him as you softly ask, 

“Be what, Gar?”

You watch as he smirks, sets down the tea and crouches down to you at eye level. Up close you can almost count his merry freckles, even as curl falls in his face his eyes stay on yours.

“If I don’t want to be safe from you, silly.” 

Your grin deepens as you reach forward to tug him down by his tie. 

“Careful. I bite.”

“In that case, move over.”

He doesn’t hesitate before he’s following your tug, crawling right into your space, arms and legs all a tangle as you both laugh at the fact there is not a single graceful way to maneuver yourselves with the limited space in your pillow cave. 

His breath is hot as he laughs mere inches from your own face, and you fall over off balance, but his arms are quick as they snake around your lower back and tug you close.

“C’mere.”

His voice is playful, but his hands are firm as the sudden and eager movement makes you lose your breath as a small laugh escapes to match his own. 

“So bossy today.” 

You cuddle into him, following the line of his body and letting a deep sigh go as you find the spot you’ve fit into many times before. 

Gar lets out a contented hum, just as pleased at the feel of you against him, settling back against you as he runs an idle hand through your hair. 

“So lazy bones, shall we just hide in here all day?” He says softly into your hair as your fingers play at his collarbones. 

“Why? Have somewhere to be?” 

“No…not any place I’d rather be, anyway. Perhaps I should have brought you one of my new concoctions to help that hangover.” 

He murmurs so close to your ear, that he feels you shiver against him and he smiles. 

“...Or perhaps another remedy for you today...?” His hand trails up your side slowly, until it finds your chin, your lips. His thumb draws across your lower lip slowly, and all of a sudden you are very, very awake. 

“I’d much prefer the second option. Your potions always have a weird aftertaste of grapes.” You whisper as you scrunch your nose, and he leans forward to nibble it. 

“Tsk, Play nice.” The look in his eyes as his mouth hovers near yours is anything but hurt, especially as they flicker down to your lips. 

“I can do that.” You breathe slowly as you lean forward, wrapped in his arms, and in the warmth of your cave, your lips touch his without a care in the world…hangover forgotten. 

He presses back immediately with a small sound, his lips part for yours slowly, as if taking his time to taste you. His hands wrap into the fabric of your shirt tighter, while quickly moving to tug the fabric upward to reach the warmth of your hips.

Your half working brain is already going: yes, yes, yes.

Your torso mindlessly arches into his palm that continues to touch every inch of you slowly and gently. He makes a grateful noise as you move against him.

You and Gar were friends, after all. The very best of friends. The type of friends who could do this…. And do it well. 

“Someone seems to be feeling better,” He mumbles, giving you a half smile between your kisses, that are far from stopping, as he lifts your shirt over your head, and you tug the buttons from his. He pulls back quickly, only to help you shrug it off his shoulders, before he is back on you again, devouring your neck. 

You gasp, leaning back for him as his lips are preoccupied with hot, open mouthed, kisses along the column of your throat, and finally your hands are in those wild red curls as you hold him there. 

“Gar!” You sigh in surprise, and he just stops to give you a wicked grin before coming back to your neck, your ear.

“What? You asked me to help you feel better didn’t you?” 

As his hushed tease brushes against your ear, his hand sneaks down your stomach, to your thigh, casually bunching up the fabric of your skirt in his hands. 

“Yes.” You manage to breathe out, and it’s an answer to two questions. At your words, his palm hooks your fabric to the side, dragging up the wetness already there with a sigh.  You rock into his hand greedily and he obliges with a finger slipping  into you gently. Now you’re moaning, and he’s rocking his own hips against you.

Somehow, you manage to note that you DID build a good pillow fort as it’s somehow staying together despite the way the both of you are climbing all over eachother, with no regards to much except tearing your clothes off.

Your hand reaches towards his trousers and she shifts for you, tongue slipping into your mouth as he enthusiastically slips a second finger into you, the feel of him stretching you causing more of a mess as your hands reach for his cock. 

He’s already impossibly hard and ready. You. swipe your thumb along the bead of moisture from his tip with a smile, and he jolts into your touch. You use the stickiness of it to drag the moisture down his shaft and he moans into your mouth. Cheekily, and because you can, you use your other hand to cup his balls and bring him closer into you. 

“M-merlin, you can’t keep doing that,”  He mumbles in a rush, his breath mixing with your own panting, as his fingers continue to get the same reaction from between your own legs. His fingers become slightly less gentle, pressing deeper and faster inside you. You fight a moan as it slips through your lips, your hands accidentally tugging on Gar’s curls. 

He makes a noise, and your eyes snap open your words rushing out, “I-I’m sorry I-”

Gar’s mouth catches yours to cut off your protest, “No, don’t stop. Please.” 

He enjoys the feeling of your fingers in his hair, eyes rolling slightly  back in his head as he feels your nails. Then he realizes he doesn’t know who needs the “remedy’ anymore. You. Or him. 

He feels his skin flushed all over from everywhere you're touching him and he takes in a shaky breath before moving clumsily to get closer to you, removing his hand from you to snake down to your thigh to shift you open to make room for him. You oblige, shifting for him, leg lifting to hook around his hip. He hungrily comes back for your mouth, but you move at the same time.... you both accidentally bump heads. 

“Oops.” You whisper, you both giggle, and he finds it so adorable that he can’t help but kiss your lips again as his hands fight to tug his belt off, trousers down. Suddenly, he sinks back against you, his hard cock pressing between your legs as his hips rock, teasing, to rub against you. 

“Oops.” he whispers back with a wicked grin, and you only respond by tugging him closer by his hair again for another hungry, open mouthed, kiss. 

His hands find your face, a hand gingerly wrapping around your cheek. Everything pauses for a moment as he finds your eyes. A long breath before a subtle nod from you, and you don’t look away from him as you feel him press into you. 

Your mouth falls open, face twisting in sweetness and his expression conveys the same. He breathes out slowly, feeling your warmth close in around him. It's almost too sweet for anyone to bear, and yet he is the one lucky enough to try.

His forehead falls against yours, and your lips rise to meet his quickly between your huffing breaths as he moves deeper.

“Are you oka-”

“Yes. Merlin yes.” 

After some resistance, you find your body is not only taking him, but begging for more. 

You can hardly breathe before he tilts your jaw back to him, for another kiss, before his hips begin to move further. 

The sounds of the both of you fill the small space with shaky breaths, your bodies finding a rhythm as you rock back and forth amidst all the pillows. In the secret space, there is only you and him, and whatever cure you were looking for, you don’t think anything is better than this. 

Your breath comes faster, and his name fills your lungs. 

He loved the sounds you made, so much that he’d already lost himself in them. His strokes become steadied, determined, his free hand wraps around your lower back to anchor you and keep you against him and his pace. He sank into you again, and again your name a breathless whisper into your ear. You can do nothing, but lift your hips to meet him. 

At the slight change in angle, your eyes flashed as your body twisted in pleasure, 

“Gar.” Hearing his name from you in such a way elicits a choked “fuck” from him, before a rush of breath as he instantly recognizes the need in your voice. 

His thrusts became less steady, more demanding, a low groan from his mouth watching you under him, his hair wild and falling in his face as he doesn't dream of stopping. 

Your body seizes, nails digging into his skin, and nothing can compare to the wave of nerve endings firing, penetrating each of your senses. 

He holds you through it, pressing deeper into you as you writhe against him 

And then suddenly he slams flush against you, a groan of your name as he comes hard and fast. The arm that holds him up is shaking as he huffs, a few tremors working through him in the aftermath. He falls against you in an ethereal haze. 

You're both recovering, lost in the haze, the smell of the both of you taking over your small hideaway. 

He turns towards you, his smile uneven. You smile back, brushing his hair gently out of his face. 

“.....I do feel much better now.” You whisper cheekily, and he huffs a small laugh, 

“Mhm.” He tugs you back over for a few more cuddles, glad to hide away from the rest of the world with you as long as you could. 

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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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The Scent of You - Ominis Gaunt x F!MC

Summary: You x Ominis Gaunt. A literal quickie. Short and sweet. Cause you just happened to smell really good that day.

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, quickie, p in v, unprotected, smut

Word Count: 1.5k

Ominis couldn't stand it. You had been leaning so, so close to him all through class. You both only had one cauldron for this particular assignment, so Ominis had been trapped in the scent of you for the last 45 minutes. Despite the both of you being covered in ingredients, it was all he could focus on.

As you reached to grab extra fireseeds, his head involuntarily turned into your direction, slightly bumping against your cheek. The scent. Your damned scent. He inhaled sharply, his hand flying to your arm that extended over the table to keep you leaning over him.

“Ominis?” You turned your head to look at him, alarmed, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

He didn’t release his grip from your arm, and you saw him visibly try to swallow. He muttered your name, and when he did you saw the plea in his gaze, and in the tone of your name when he said it.

“I …ehm..” He cleared his throat to continue, “I think we may need more fireseeds. Perhaps..we can look in the storage closet?”

Such a simple ask, yet said so breathlessly.

It had your blood heating in seconds.

“Oh. Oh.”

Ominis swallowed again.

“Yes.” He confirmed slowly.

You were not blind to that look of his, but it was surprising to see it here of all places. Sallow dragging you into closets? Sure. But Ominis?

“Please.” He said again, lower so only she could hear. “You smell lovely. Too lovely. And I need a taste of it.”

Your grin was teasing, immediate. Ominis always did know to ask for what he wanted so nicely. And he was much better at asking nicely than Sebastian. And that deserved some positive reinforcement.

Two seconds later, you were leading him back to the storage closet, his wand signaling to him that you were both close was enough-- he took over, tugging you by both of your hands into the small space.

The minute the door closed behind you, he cast a warding charm and then had his body immediately pressed against yours, as you were pressed up against the door.

His lips found yours, clumsily at first in searching, but once they were on you - they were on you.

You gasped into his kiss, and he moaned in return, giving it everything. You sighed as your hands encircled around his neck, and he used it as an opportunity to let his come to your thigh, to your bum, grasping you with both his hands to press you against him even further.

You loved his touch. His hands. He used them everywhere, to feel every inch, to trace a picture of you for his mind. His fingers kneaded your soft flesh, so you gave him a leg, rubbing it up along him as it came to hook around his hip, allowing him even closer to you.

He took that invitation with no hesitation, bucking his hips against you and you felt how hard he already was. The movement caused a small bumping noise against the door, and you both pulled away for a quick second - Ominis with uncertainty, and you with a small giggle.

As soon as he heard the giggle and that you were still at ease, his lips tugged in another grin as he returned back to your lips, kissing you through the smile.

Your lips pressed against his with more intent, moving your hand to his jaw to keep you both lost in it.He had no objections. Your taste was the only thing that mattered to him at the moment, and he was going to get his fill.

So your mouth parted for him further, an invitation for his tongue to slip in and brush against yours with a groan.

You move your hands from his jaw to his hair, always so perfectly set, it was your personal mission to ensure it was NOT set every time you had your hands in it.

You stayed there for a moment like that, and then with no hesitancy your bodies both understood. This was to be more than kissing. And the thrill of possibly being caught? Neither of you could ever admit who enjoyed that more.

Ominis’s hands move to your upper thigh, gripping it and tracing along it before removing it from his hip. You let out a small sound of protest, but in the next second it is lost in the way he grips your hips to turn you around, chest against the door, and your ass pulled into his hips with a strong tug.

You moaned then as you felt him tracing his hands up along the back of your legs, to your curves, to appreciate every inch. It had your legs shifting further open for him. You pressed back against him with a very clear ask.

“Ominis. We don’t have that much time.”

He laughed as he continued to run his hands up your skirt, up your hips, up your abdomen, shifting away cloth to uncover the skin. One hand comes to your shoulder to hold you there, while the other tugs his belt loose with one strong pull.

“Understood, my dear.”

Then his hands are up under your skirt, shoving the remainder of the cloth out of the way and up your hips to expose you. Then, you feel the thick length of his cock against your slit with a thankful sigh. But he doesn’t give you what you want... just yet.

Even though this was by all intents and purposes a quickie…Ominis always made sure to find the time to appreciate every sensation that his eyes couldn't provide him.

He uses the tip of his cock to drag up your folds, letting it soak in all the wetness that is already pooling there.

“Ominis….” You sigh in warning, slightly less patient, the words falling breathlessly, the friction making you tremble slightly.

“Just…enjoying the feel of you.”

Playful Ominis was just as dangerous as any other version of him. So you use your body to your advantage, not waiting any longer, grinding against his length and you hear the groan that it draws.

It’s clear that was enough as he pulls away, just to position himself, before you feel the tip of him pressing into you.

“Ugh..” Your forehead falls against the door frame as you stretch to take him in. His thumb rubs along your shoulder in reassurance.

“Mmm. So tight. Almost there, dear. Taking me so well.”

You always forgot how much he filled you. It took a minute to adjust to him at first, but it was always a delicious task to accomplish. He was slowly inching deeper, and the deeper he got the tighter your hands were as they balled into fists.

Your thighs trembled as you felt the slight graze of his balls against you. Knowing he was fully in you, you allowed yourself to let out a shaky breath, that then that breath turned into another moan as the length of him started to feel more and more pleasurable.

He took the sound as a permission to move, slow at first, with gentle strokes. He kept his movements small, not pulling all the way out, until he drew more and more moisture from you. Once it was dripping down your thighs though, his control was gone.

“Please. More.”

You begged, and upon hearing your begs he obliged. His hips thrusted, thrust after fucking thrust, faster and more forceful as he felt you tightening around him, as if your body wanted to keep him as deep inside of you as possible.He was moaning in return, hands in your hair, words of praise fell from his lips between breaths as his name fell from yours.

Suddenly - all movement stopped as you heard voices just outside the door.

Ominis immediately froze, while still inside you, but he leaned forward to tug you against his chest, a hand flying over your lips to silence your moans.

Fuck.

You both breathed heavily, especially since he was still fully seated inside of you. You strained to hear the conversation occurring just on the other side of the door. Two students it seemed. Arguing about... gobstones? It was infuriating, but luckily it seemed that they hadn’t heard the two of you…or had any interest in getting into the closet. So, Ominis took it as an opportunity.

His hand stayed on your mouth as his hips resumed movement, rocking into your heat again, his other hand coming to find your clit, rubbing slow circles to stimulate you even more.

It was too much.

Your thighs trembled, glad that he was holding you up against him now as you panted into his hand. He groaned into your ear, at the level of a whisper, but deep and rumbling. He knew you were right there, so the movements persisted and he buried himself deeper and deeper until you cried out against his hand.

“OM-“

You came hard. And he groaned in approval, your body telling him before your mouth could.

With one full thrust, he let your walls flutter around his cock, drawing out every second of your orgasm, and then he found his. You felt him twitching, broken thrusts as he chased his own pleasure, rasping groans of your name.

It was everything. Although it had only been minutes, neither of you could barely even think of the concept of time existing at the moment.

Returning to class was hard, but luckily no one seemed to notice your slightly disheveled state.

But….Ominis did notice one thing.

Now your lovely distracting scent was even more lovely as it was utterly mixed with the smell of him all over you.

Who knew potions class could be so fun.

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A Study in Listening - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Summary: You and Sebastian Sallow speak two languages. Bickering, plus...a more physical one.

Warnings: 18+, soft dom seb, sub mc, oral, smut

Word Count: 1.8k

You and Sebastian bickered often, if not always.

In some ways -- it had almost become the only language the two of you understood. Challenge was something constantly thinly veiled at the edge of each pass, quip, or smart ass response that were exchanged frequently between the two of you. However, this week, you found that the usual competitive fire it fueled had devolved into maddened and frenzied energy.

Not that you would ever admit it to him.

Especially as Sebastian had smugly watched you struggle with pruning your chopping cabbages for the last hour in the Room. It just WOULDN'T stay still, and though the goal had been to work on various assignments in silence, your particular assignment had you dropping curses every other minute as it tried to take chunks out of you.

Sebastian had noticed your struggle as he easily packed away the draught of Wiggenweld he had just finished. A sarcastic laugh from his side of the room had your eyes immediately pinned on him, shooting daggers.

"Is there something you'd like to share with the class, Sebastian?"

"Me? Oh, just thinking that perhaps if you stopped trying to strangle the damn thing it might behave better for you." He replied cooly, eyes pointedly running down you from your disheveled hair, to your uniform almost in tatters.

"Oh? Because you know so much about Herbology?"

"Not just Herbology. I know quite a bit about a number of things." He smirked to suggest exactly what those things might be as he continued, "You know... if you would just try to listen to me from time to time...I could show you something else I know a lot about."

You scoffed.

"Listen to you? Unlikely. Would be dangerous to inflate that already enormous ego you have there. Don't think your neck would be able to support that big head of yours." You challenge back and he rewards you with a smile that only frustrates you more.

"It could have good effects, you know. To take my advice. If you would stop being so stubborn like you always are--"

You shrieked in frustration.

"SALLOW. I swear. To Merlin. Not. Today." And you chucked your pruning scissors, rather elegantly, across the room. You didn't even hesitate before storming to the overstuffed couch, throwing yourself into it and crossing your arms to have a proper pout.

He watched you for another moment, before another smile grew broad across his face. Slowly, he walked towards you, not at all off-put as you glared at him the entire way. Finally, Sebastian simply hunched down in front of you so you were both eye level, cheekily rubbing his chin as he considered you.

"What?" You snapped. He smiled.

"I....think I might know what's going on here."

You huffed again, rolling your eyes.

"Oh, of course. Because you know everything right?"

"Sometimes." His eyes dropped to the tear in your skirt, courtesy of the rude plant, his voice had become slightly softer, lower.

Your skin annoyingly heated under that gaze. Traitor.

Then, he took up a loose thread in his fingers, playing with it lazily. His palm resting against your knee, pressingly firmly.

"Sometimes?" You stated in return, mouth going just a bit dry.

Something about his hands were distracting you from what you had been angry about. You swallowed as his fingers spread over your thigh, slowly pushing up your skirt, soaking in the warmth of the skin beneath. Sebastian gripped the fabric of your skirt currently in his hand as he looked back at you.

Your arms were still crossed, but loosened slightly. Your eyes held his, making sure to leave him wondering if you'd either kiss him or kill him for the territory he was crossing into. So, as usual, he just continued to cross it.

"Shift down for me."

It wasn't a question, but he was testing you... so you gave him a rueful smirk in response. "Sebastian Sallow. Are you suggesting you can just magically cure all my frustration with your mouth?"

Instead of asking a second time, he tugged you down hard, pulling your body towards the edge of the couch, his grasp at the back of your legs put you right where he wanted you.

He tutted. "Did I say that? You're not listening very well."

His hands traveled along your leg slowly as he held one over his shoulder, he had busied themselves working off your stockings, throwing them carelessly behind him. Then, he released your legs to come closer to you, shifting up to his knees. Then, his fingers were lifting the bottom of your blouse as he pushed that up as well to reach more of your skin. When his lips finally found your navel, his kiss was so delicious you gasped.

"I'm...not making you any promises." You weakly huffed, stubborn again.

His lips continued to feather along your abdomen as he spoke patiently, "I'm not asking you to make promises. I'm asking you to do as you're told. So. Hold. Still."

You had lost your next protest, and he knew it. Because besides bickering ...there was one other language you both spoke well.

Your bodies were quite fluent in skin to skin conversations.

His kisses became heated and more insistent, as if he was ready to eat you whole. Your muscles tensed deliciously, jolting with each mark left.

"Mhm." He raised his brow up at you after one particular strong shiver wracked through you, already so smug at his handiwork.

You had no chance for words before he was dipping down, his attention moved to your thigh, hands coming back to your skirt to keep your skin exposed for him. Without warning, he bit your upper thigh, drawing a soft mewl from your lips. The sound appeased him, so he gave you more touch. You felt his fingers drawing up the back of your leg slowly, while his mouth continued a little higher.

It had your back arching, and wetness already pooling between your legs that were slowly shifting wider in need. He noticed this too, watching your body intently for each response.

"See..." He said lowly, "Doesn't it pay to listen sometimes?"

You couldn't answer, just mindlessly shifted your hips upwards into him as a plea for more of his touch. But he wasn't having that. Sebastian's hands dragged from your thighs to your hips to still you, eliciting another groan from you.

"Now, now. Be a good girl."

Finally, you gave him a dark grin to match the one currently on his face. You relented to his demanding grip, but your hands drifted to his shoulders, then dragged up his neck to his brown curls. There, your nails gave him a slow scratch through the wild locks, that ended in you twisting your fingers through them.

It had his eyes rolling back in his head with his own groan. You knew how he liked to be touched, too. Because you could be a very good girl for him ...when it pleased you.

Sebastian's broad hands traded the curve of your hips in his hands for a hold onto your thighs.. a silent demand to open up.

Obediently, you did. His hand immediately slotted itself between your legs, dragging up you to find your entrance. His two fingers pressed against the cloth that may as well have not even been there for the heat and wetness that had already soaked through to meet him. Sebastian knew it was all for him, cocky bastard that he was. It only made him smile more.

He gave another low rumble of approval, as his other hand found your ass to squeeze hungrily before his fingers shifted the cloth aside to find your heat. He watched you as he pressed into you, and you gasped wantingly as his fingers filled you. His eyes broke the gaze, selfishly flickering down to appreciate the wetness of you that he had drawn out, covering his fingers.

"So obedient for me..." He roughly breathed, breath also coming quicker, fingers moving back into you at a slow pace, "So nice and wet like this. Such behavior should be rewarded. Yes?"

You were nearly dizzy from desire, needing more than just his fingers inside you...especially since he was using his mouth to tease you everywhere. All you could muster was a soft wine.

He leaned over to lick along your thigh again, "Use your words, darling." Then, a hard bite and a suck that was sure to leave a mark. You hissed. You could not let him use that mouth for more torture. So Merlin be damned. You begged.

"Please. Reward Me."

"Good girl."

With no hesitation, his fingers quickly tearing away any cloth, soaking in your begs. Then, with just a shift forward his tongue found you for a taste, dragging it along your heat, from the back to the front...slow, firm, and deliberate.

It draws an immediate sigh from your lips, as coils of pleasure drip onto his tongue. Your hips lift searching for more of him, hands finding his shoulders to tug him closer with a moan.

He echoes the sound, muffled as he devours you without thinking. As your breath comes out in pants, faintly you think that you hate to admit that he had been right.

You had both needed this all damn day.

Whimpers fall from your mouth as Sebastian's tongue becomes less slow, and more hungry. He laps at you like you are the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. His lips come around your clit to suck, and it just about undid you as you bucked upwards, outright moaning now.

But his hands squeezed around your thighs to settle you, to remind you to enjoy your reward as his fingers pressed knuckle deep into you in tandem with the tease of his tongue, not letting that pleasure go anywhere.

"Seb-" You panted, his name sounding like a ragged fight for breath.

It only made him more determined, none of his movements stopped as he groaned into you, drawing back just slightly only to take another long lick of you, quickly returning with faster pumps of his fingers, tongue, everything.

"SEB-" Your warning fell on deaf ears, especially since your thighs were trembling, pressing on each side of his head as your hand flew up to clutch the couch behind you, moans as you gasped, mindlessly letting yourself ride his dangerous tongue.

Your hands twist tighter in his (now completely mussed) hair as you feel everything tightening inside of you, and you want it all. You want the way this makes you feel. You want to fight with him. You want to fuck him. You want him.

It takes you over the edge as the pressure releases like a wave and you pulse around his relentless tongue as you cum for him, watery cries of his name, both of your eyes locked on each other as you do.

Later, after you've given Seb a reward of his own, you both cuddle close on the couch - plants and pruning forgotten.

He gives your nose a quick, gentle nibble. Looking up at him, you can't hide the absolute serenity on your face. His mouth twists into a smug grin.

"So. Feeling better yeh?"

You hit him with a pillow, ready to start the next round of bickering.

It does tend to end well for both of you, after all.

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dark heart of mine,

your beauty is infinite.

there is nothing more true

than to fall in love with one's secrets,

and love despite it all.

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there were times - where there was nothing i wanted more,

than for a stranger to know my secret

and tell me - perhaps we had never been strangers at all.