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Sebastian Sallow x FMC (Lucia Compari)

Blackberries went well with a hot summer’s day—especially paired with Sebastian Sallow.

Rating: EXPLICIT - MDNI CWs: semi-public vaginal sex, cock warming, finger sucking, food play Word Count: ~2700 Read below the cut or at ao3 [MASTERLIST]

There was something to be said for fresh blackberries. Picked from the bush under the drunken summer sun they tasted like compote straight off the stove, the flavor dancing on your tongue, seeds between your teeth, before running down your throat with a rich delicious burn.

They also stained, I came to find. They stained everything in pinks, in reds, sticky on your fingers, your clothes…and bare chests and bare backs and legs and—

“Are you sure this is the right way?” Two voices went back and forth, and their footsteps crunched through the grass.

Sebastian pressed a hand to my mouth.

I glared at him, wriggling in his lap. He was still inside me, tortuously stationary. I barely processed that the wall of blackberry bushes was our only shield—not when his every shift sent a needy pulse through my core.

I bit his palm.

“Ow.” He yanked it back.

“You said no one ever comes this way,” I hissed.

“I said usually.”

“I’m going to carve the word ‘usually’ into your ass. I swear—”

A twig snapped, and we stilled.

“We were supposed to turn left at the squiggly-looking tree,” one of the voices said.

“They all look squiggly.”

“I’m about to look real squiggly if they don’t leave,” I whispered.

Sebastian shot me a warning glare. Even scrunching his nose, my brain fixated on the damp curls at his ears, his flushed cheeks. How his shirt hung unbuttoned, and his freckled skin burned hot and slick against me.

Merlin, why couldn’t they just leave? I couldn’t sit here like this.

This was his fault, wanting to go on a walk when it was broiling out. I was melting when I’d spotted them—the most beautiful fluffy blackberry bushes in the shade, the only escape from the bloody sun. So what if I'd licked berry juice off his mouth? He’d stripped me down. I was innocent.

A shadow fell over us, and I jerked back with a yelp.

“Shut it, you cornish pixie.” Sebastian dug his fingers in my hips. “It’s just the branches bobbing.”

Branches. Right. Because I was really paying attention to the fucking trees as he pressed me harder on his cock. It had me seeing spots. That absolute perfect pressure making my breaths shallow.

I just needed him to move again. And again. A third time for good measure.

Get your head out of your cunt.

I bit my lip, shifting. Sweat dripped between my breasts, the warm delirious heat clinging to my skin.

“Branches. Love those.”

Sebastian quirked his head, mouth tugging at the corner. “What’s wrong?”

“Piss off.”

“You look a little hot.” He tucked a frizzy curl behind my ear.

“I’m going to avada you.”

“Make it crucio.” He jerked his hips, and a spike of sweet friction coursed through me.

I swallowed my pathetic moan. The fucking bastard.

“Are those blackberry bushes? Let’s stop. I’ll take some back to Gran.”

Our eyes locked.

Fuck.

I glanced to our wands. They sat just out of reach, my damn clothes with them.

“Too close.” I shoved at his chest. “We need to g—”

He shoved two digits in my mouth, and I bit down hard.

“We’re safer here,” he hissed but didn’t budge, curling his fingers. That sweet, tart blackberry taste spread on my tongue, and I snapped my teeth again.

“Stop biting me.” He tugged. “Let go.”

“Nho.”

“Fine.” He dropped his free hand from my hip, tracing along my clit.

Sweet Merlin’s slapped ass. The fight in me melted. Instantly. Pathetically. But I was so hungry for a release, I couldn’t stop. I fisted his undone shirt to hold myself up, swallowing around his fingers in a whimper.

“Shhh.” He gave a breathy laugh.

He moved with practiced ease, each stroke sinking into my limbs, my chest, my cunt, building dangerously fast. If he kept this up, I’d be ruined in seconds. Everything within me fixated on his touch, on him seated so deep inside me—I was going mad. I needed more. So much fucking more.

I rocked my hips, and his arm flew out around my waist.

He shook his head, eyes burning with a silent plea, “Don’t you dare.”

Oh, I fucking dared.

“I thought your gran was allergic,” the voices drifted closer.

“That’s the whole point, mate.”

My breasts pressed into him, nipples grazing the hair on his chest as I twisted in his hold. He wanted to tease? I’d give it right back.

“You want to murder your gran?”

“Not like that. More like nurse her to health so she puts me on her will.”

I clenched around Sebastian’s cock. He took an uneven breath, shooting me a helpless glare. But he was caving. Hunger burned in his eyes. The green flecks shined a bit glassy, a deranged sort of focus carving into his face.

One more push, and he’d cave.

I dragged my tongue under his fingers, sucking.

“You bloody witch.” His eyes fluttered, head tipping back.

I loved when he unraveled. Just the sight of him like this made me hum. I wanted to drag my teeth along his exposed neck, but I settled with pulling his digits deeper. So deep my throat hitched.

He cursed, and his arm loosened from my waist.

Thank Rowena.

I raised my hips, his cock dragging along my walls, before I sank down.

Absolute fucking relief.

A moan slipped around his fingers—I couldn’t help it. Everything felt too good, too hot, too sensitive, and I salivated against the damn taste of blackberry on top of it all. I sucked his fingers clean, using the movement to mimic my hips.

His eyes unfocused, and he squeezed my ass, encouraging me with the snap of his wrist.

I kept moving. A torturous rise and fall.

Rise.

And fall.

Again and again.

Easing off his shaft, that every bit of girth stretching me, and gliding back onto him. Deep. So full. So fucking good. I huffed, drooling around his fingers. The fucking ecstasy of him inside me blurring my thoughts.

He chewed his bottom lip, studying me when I slammed down.

“Ah fu—” He pressed his mouth shut.

I lifted again.

He ripped his fingers free, thrusting so hard I saw stars.

“You fucker,” I huffed.

“Will you be quiet?” He grabbed me by the nape and shoved my lips to his. Teeth and tongue collided in a messy kiss. I tugged at his hair, riding him harder. He matched me, chest to chest as we gasped into each other’s mouths.

I built fast. So fast. That mind-numbing sensation clouding my head. It seized me, his cock stoking a ghastly moan from my throat.

“Please,” I cried. “Please, like that.”

Sebastian slammed a hand back over my mouth.

“Did you hear that?”

We froze, panting.

“Hear what?”

“Sounded like a bird or something.”

That glorious feeling plummeted.

Rowena, please no.

I slumped against Sebastian, my whole body feeling like someone wedged blackberry-shaped holes into it.

Why was this happening? Some secret wizard-god karma? We were interrupted twice now, and at this point I half expected a damn hippogriff to fall from the sky and plow me over. That sounded like a kindness against this torture.

Sebastian shook with silent laughter, stroking my hair. I batted him off.

This was his fault. Him and his stupid big—

“Let’s just go. We’re already late.”

I straightened too quickly, toppling, and he caught me from crashing backward.

“You’re such a killjoy.” The footsteps retreated.

We waited. And waited. The breeze danced through the leaves, sunlight speckling the shade. No hippogriffs made their appearance, and no old crusty wizard gods floated down from wizard heaven to tell us off.

The crunch of grass finally faded.

I took a steadying breath. “Are they gone?”

“I can’t—” He grumbled, shoving my head down to squint past me through the bushes. “Your hair makes you two inches taller, I swear.”

“Are they gone?” I repeated.

“Merlin, yes.” He sighed in relief, speaking at full volume. “Fucking hell. Took them long enough.”

He threw me on my back.

Hot blackberries gushed under me, and I yelped.

“You almost got us caught,” he said.

“Me? You’re the one teasing me with people talking about murdering their grandmother a few steps away.”

“Only me, huh? Sure looked like you were riding me like a broom.”

I smacked his chest. “I thought brooms were supposed to be bigger.”

His eyes flashed, but he didn’t take the bait. He leaned forward, still sheathed inside me, and I twitched at the pressure.

He looked me over, his grin spreading. “Had I imagined that?” He traced his index finger along my stomach, pausing at the dip between my legs. “That part where you wanted it so bad you were begging?”

I blinked, cheeks burning even hotter. “Sounds imaginary to m—”

He popped a blackberry in my open mouth, forcing my jaw shut.

It exploded on my tongue, my eyes widening in surprise. Before I could swallow, he gripped my chin harder.

“That’s a shame…” He wrenched my mouth back open. “Because you look so good when you beg.” He licked the taste out, tugging my lip with his teeth when he had enough. “By Salazar, I love blackberries.”

Rowena, save me.

“I hate them.” That was a lie. A terrible lie. A fucking loved blackberries.

“Blueberries next time then?” He snapped his hips, bottoming inside me.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped, clawing his shirt the rest of the way off. His damp freckled skin glided like heaven under my hands.

“Raspberries?” He leaned back as he began a steady rhythm.

I was desperate for it, so slick the build returned instantly.

“Whatever fruit you want.” I scraped my nails into his forearms. “Throw a fucking coconut at my head. Just fuck me.” I yanked him down by the hair, kissing him. He swiped his tongue, and I opened to him, tasting the salt on his skin, the tart berries in his mouth. Someone could make a drink out of him, and I’d be his personal drunkard.

“You’re so wet, it’s like you casted augmenti down there.” He ripped back with a chuckle.

“Ew.” I snorted.

“No. No. Not ew.” He dug his fingers into the flesh of my hips, slamming into me so hard I slid, the squish of berries rubbing into my skin. “I can’t decide if I want to fuck you,” he thrusted again, breath catching, “Or eat you out.”

“Oh fucking Rowena Ravenclaw,” I whined.

“Hope they’re far away enough.” He pumped harder, faster, damp strands of hair dancing in his eyes. “Or they’re going to be wondering what kind of bird makes that sound. I bet they weren’t expecting a Ravenclaw.”

“Oh, fuck off,” I laughed, clawing through the grass when my fingers sank around what I was searching for.

Blackberries.

I crushed them against his face, smearing them with reckless abandon.

“Hey now.” He threw my legs down, catching my wrists when he paused.

“What?”

A mischievous glint lit his eyes.

“Seb…”

He wiped his face, licking the pad of his thumb before scooping up more berries from the ground.

Ah shit.

“Don’t—”

He slathered my breasts, the warm gush dripping down my torso, trailing lower and lower until he swiped pulp along my clit.

“Stop that,” I moaned.

“That sounded convincing,” he snorted.

I leaned up, watching that huge rough hand of his circle between my legs. If he didn’t stop, I was going to come. I could feel it, my cunt tightening around his cock, vision going fuzzy. I reached for his arm, and he batted my hand away.

“You’re not coming yet.” He moved up my body, massaging every last bit until I was a pink gooey mess. “Not after that little stunt you pulled. Sucking my fingers to distract me.”

“You’re an asshole.” A breeze swirled in, and goosebumps bloomed across my skin, nipples perking.

His attention snagged on them. The bastard never missed anything. He leaned in, tongue dragging between my breasts.

“What was that?” He lifted his eyes to mine, licking his lips.

Fucking hell. My head plopped back, heart lurching in my throat. But he tipped my chin to meet his burning gaze again.

“What was what?” I squinted at him, half delirious, the sun shining around him like a fucking halo.

“You were saying something?” He smirked, dipping back down as he lapped up the mess of pulp. He drew his mouth over each breast, sinking his teeth into the stiff peaks and tugging.

“N-n-nope.” I arched into him. “I just…really need you to…fuck me.”

“I thought you didn’t beg?”

“I don’t,” I gasped.

“Sure you don’t.” He traced his fingers along my clit, coming back with crushed berry. He brushed it on my mouth, nudging my lips, and my tongue met his fingertips.

I licked them clean, drawing his digits in deeper.

“Lucia,” he groaned. “Fucking shit.”

I sucked, smirking around them when he blinked too fast and shook his head.

“Stop distracting me.” He snapped his hand back.

I laughed, but it ended on a whine when he thrusted, slow, deliberate.

My legs shook, and I clawed for anything to hold myself. The ground, his back, fumbling blindly until I latched onto the base of a blackberry bush. With each pump, he increased speed, his force. Blackberries showered over us, but I barely processed being pelted. That spot inside me built, higher and higher, and I chased his movements, matched them. Letting each thrust hit more brutal than the last as he fucked me into the grass.

“That’s—” My eyes squeezed shut.

“Right there?” he panted.

I nodded, whimpering.

Whatever damn movement he was making with his hips, my body turned to sap, pulling me deeper into intoxicated bliss. All I could feel was the damp ground beneath me, the rich scent of blackberry, our bodies sweaty, sticky sweet as he thrusted and thrusted and fucking thrusted. I hit the absolute highest point I could climb, a feral need seizing me to plunge straight over the edge. I needed it. I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t survive if we did. Not again.

“Oh, fucking please,” I cried, limbs buzzing, cunt throbbing, breaths catching in my throat. “Please let me come. Please. Don’t stop. Please—”

“You little beggar,” he hummed. “Go ahead and fucking come.”

I erupted, ears ringing, the most pathetic scream ripping from my throat. I clenched around him, and he spilled into me instantly, the two of us panting as I fisted his sweaty hair, riding out the feeling, that beautiful fucking release.

We finally slumped.

“Merlin’s fat ass.” I released an unsteady breath.

My body vibrated like a plate of jello. There was no way in hell I could walk.

“Blackberries.” He flopped down beside me. “I think they’re my new favorite.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t Pavlov yourself. I’m not dealing with you fighting a massive erection any time you catch their scent.”

“Massive, huh?” He patted my thigh. “Bigger than a broom then?”

“You oaf.” I shoved him off, fighting a smile. “Pretty sure my skin is stained, by the way. Yours too.” I poked at his sticky chest.

He rolled onto his side, inspecting the mess. “Looks like we’ll have to continue this in the showers.”

I scoffed. “You’re going to have to carry me then. I can’t feel the lower half of my body.”

“Easy.” He pushed to his knees, scooting to my front. He yanked at my arm, hauling me forward as if to toss me over his shoulders.

“Not right now. Get off.” I kicked at him.

He tugged me against him, pressing a sloppy kiss to my mouth before dragging his tongue up my cheek. “Huh, you taste pretty good.”

I laughed so hard I snorted. “Oh, you’re definitely Pavlov’d. Remind me next time I need you to do something. I’ll keep some emergency fruit to sway you with.”

“I can’t believe you dropped your watch.” A voice echoed through the trees.

We froze.

“I think it’s up near those blackberry bushes we saw. Hold on. What’s that pile? Are those clothes?”

“Fuck,” we said in unison.

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