#whizzing fizzbee requests

[whizzing-fizzbee]

Ok so shy reader and confident Sebastian, touching MC in class under the table , standing behind her and pushing/grinding on her, whispering in her ear, all in public- and reader getting fed up and pulling him into like a bathroom or a closet and absolutely RAILING him and he’s super surprised bc usually he’s the dom one but this time he ends up being the whiney mess who finishes several times before MC even does, and goes back to class shaking.

-3way anon

Oh hello, my fave 3way anon ❤️ Hope this is what you had in mind.

Unraveled

Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit / MDNI (smut, language); all characters 18+ Words: ~3,200 Tags: second person POV, reader insert, no y/n, smut, teasing, dom Seb turned into sub Seb, semi-public sex

Summary: You're typically the quiet, reserved type. You find public displays of affection unbecoming, though your boyfriend, Sebastian Sallow, can't help himself. So when he spends a morning teasing you until you're wound so tight you can't see straight, you show him how it feels to unravel. In other words: You and Sebastian get filthy in the Hogwarts Hieroglyphic Hall.

Read below the cut.

By your seventh year at Hogwarts, you knew Sebastian Sallow like the back of your hand. 

You knew what made him tick. You knew what kept him up at night. You knew he couldn’t sleep with less than two blankets. You knew how many pumpkin pasties he could eat before he began to whine that his stomach hurt. 

Sebastian Sallow no longer surprised you. You’d seen him at his best, worst and all stages between. That’s why you certainly weren’t surprised when his attention turned to you during the middle of History of Magic class one day. You could always tell when he was bored. He’d subconsciously roll his wand back and forth across the desktop, his lips forming a slight pout as he willed the time to pass. Once he got bored of that, his gaze shifted to you.

You quirked an eyebrow at him and he smirked as he casually stretched his legs out, extending them beneath the desktop while his hand grazed the side of your thigh. You pretended not to notice.

After nearly a year of calling Sebastian Sallow your boyfriend, you’d mastered the art of nonchalance. Because as much as you loved and adored him, you liked to challenge him.

Sebastian was far more extroverted and outspoken than you. He never shied away from much of anything, whether it be a friendly duel or asserting himself as your proud boyfriend. But you carried yourself with quiet confidence, choosing to let your history as the hero of Hogwarts speak for you. The two of you were the spitting image of opposites attract.

So when Sebastian smirked at you, his knee shifting closer to yours beneath the desk, you rolled your eyes. Lazy sunlight streamed through the windows, casting emphasis on the speckles of dust that hovered throughout the classroom. Their quiet presence contrasted the roar inside your head.

While you appeared just as calm, just as serene as that floating dust, a war was raging inside of you. It threatened to pry you apart until you were a desperate, dissolute mess of untamed desire. 

It was all Sebastian’s fault. He’d spent the entire morning riling you up. It was his own sick little serving of revenge after you’d denied his advances to study with Natsai Onai the previous night. You insisted you’d make it up to Sebastian, but he was far too cheeky to let you remain unscathed.

It started at breakfast that morning. Sebastian slid onto the bench next to you at the Slytherin table, his hand resting gently atop your knee. You didn’t notice as you tucked into your porridge – not until Sebastian’s hand snaked its way toward the top of your thigh. His thumb traced loose, lazy circles while he chatted with your housemates as if nothing was happening beneath their breakfast. He yapped about the past weekend’s quidditch scores while your fellow seventh-years were none the wiser to the way his fingers were forming unseen patterns across your thighs. They inched inward and inward until Sebastian could undoubtedly feel the heat radiating from your core.

“Pardon me, love,” he said as he reached across you for a pastry from the bread basket. As he did so, he leaned in close enough to graze the side of your neck with his warm breath. He flashed you an innocent smile. You averted your eyes in hopes you appeared unbothered.

But Sebastian was unrelenting, even in Herbology class. While Professor Garlick discussed the uses of puffapods, Sebastian stood far too close for your comfort. He shifted until he was practically sharing your repotting station, his fingers drumming quietly across the weathered wood tabletop. He hovered behind you, his eyes quietly scanning you with a silent craving while his breath tickled the nape of your neck. Your nipples hardened and your posture became painfully straight.

When it came time to replant your puffapod, his hand found the small of your back as he brushed past you, his hips grinding against your ass as he prattled on about needing a new trowel. 

You pretended that your stupid puffapod was the most fascinating thing you’d ever seen.

Then came your study break in the library. You were diligently leafing through your Potions notes to ensure you were prepared for your next brew. Poppy Sweeting sat across from you while Sebastian lounged in the seat beside you, sucking on a sugar quill. He’d lost focus a good half-hour ago, his eyes now clinging to you as you read. Per usual, you pretended not to notice.

But Sebastian shifted to lean forward in his seat, his long legs bent at the knees as he extended his half-eaten sugar quill toward you.

“Want a taste?” he murmured innocently, though his eyes were anything but. You blinked at him with a deadpan stare. He smirked. “C’mon,” he continued, holding the sugar quill near your lips. “The sugar rush will give you some energy to focus.”

You rolled your eyes but obliged, parting your lips to allow Sebastian to stick the sugar quill in your mouth. You savored the saccharine taste while Sebastian’s eyes locked on yours. He held your gaze as he slowly glided the melting sugar quill from your tongue.

“How does it taste?” he asked innocently.

“Like it’ll rot my teeth.”

Sebastian breathed a short, silly laugh and leaned in closer until his lips were a mere inch from your ear for only you to hear.

“I can think of something worth sucking on that won’t rot your teeth,” he murmured quietly. The skin on your forearms prickled with goosebumps. He popped the quill back into his own mouth, his eyes still sparkling with sportiveness. “If you ask me, you look more alert already.”

You glared daggers at him and returned to your notes. Nevermind the fact you ended up scribbling the same line four times in a row before you even noticed.

History of Magic class was the final straw. Sebastian had been intentionally edging you all morning with culpable calculation. You knew that he knew exactly what he was doing. And while you were fighting like hell to appear unbothered, you were actually on the verge of unraveling.

As Sebastian’s hand inched its way to the apex of your thighs, you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. The heat between your thighs became a scalding ache that screamed for relief. His fingertips dragged discreet lines over the fabric of your skirt while you tried to swallow the whimper ascending in your throat. It threatened to expose your indecencies if you didn’t get out of that stifling classroom soon.

Your eyes shifted sideways until they caught Sebastian’s gaze. He offered you a smirk, to which you narrowed your eyes and pursed your lips. You stared hard into his pupils, praying he got the message.

Eyes now forward, you waited for Professor Binns to turn his back at the blackboard. When he did, his voice still droning on about Lachlan the Lanky, you rose quietly to your feet. Sebastian frowned as you slunk casually toward the back door of the classroom and silently slipped out.

You took a right and waited. About thirty seconds later, Sebastian emerged.

“What are you doing?” he hissed. You didn’t reply, but merely made another right, leading him through at the empty corridor until you were in the Hieroglyphic Hall outside Professor Binns’ office. A left past the sphinx statue and you finally came to a stop behind a column outside one of those Depulso puzzle rooms you’d discovered at random your fifth year.

“What are you do-” Sebastian repeated before you cut him off with a kiss. You threw yourself at him, crashing him backward against the column as he grabbed at your waist to steady you both.

You leaned, pressed fully against him with your hands splayed across his chest as you continued your assault on his lips. Finally, when you had to part for air, Sebastian gaped at you in awe.

“What’s gotten into you?” he teased. You glared at him.

“You know exactly what’s gotten into me,” you huffed. “You’ve been trying to provoke me all day.”

“Darling, whatever do you mean?” he asked cheekily. You fisted his tie in one hand and pulled. He snapped forward at the waist, his eyes widening at your aggression as he bent toward you. 

“Don’t insult my intelligence,” you hissed. You released his tie with a light shove and turned your attention to his belt buckle.

“Wh- what are you doing?” Sebastian stammered. “We can’t do this here!”

“Why not?” you retorted. “Binns is in class. No one else ever comes through this corridor. You’ve spent the entire day teasing me. Now you get what you wanted and suddenly it’s too much for you?”

Sebastian was a lot of things – an arrogant tease, a conniving pest and of course, a cheeky bastard – but he certainly was not one to shy away from a challenge. So instead of showing any more apprehension, he flashed his signature smirk and pulled you into a kiss.

As your tongue clashed with his, your hands fidgeted with his belt until you were shoving every piece of clothing in your way to the floor.

“Easy now,” Sebastian laughed at your haste. You sneered at him in annoyance as you unbuttoned your own blouse. Sweat was already causing it to stick to your skin, so you shed it to the floor, your bra following close behind, leaving you bare above the waist.

You were a caged tigress starved for sustenance. Sebastian had dangled himself as prey in front of you and you were merely staking your claim.

His erection bobbed in your hand and you grasped at it like it was a final lifeline for your salvation. Sebastian sucked in a sharp breath at your rough touch, but you ignored it. You pumped your hand, your curled palm dragging over his shaft, once, twice, again and again until Sebastian tilted his head backward against the column. You stared at his expression as his eyes fell shut and his chest puffed and caved with labored breaths.

You dropped to your knees and guided him into your mouth. His eyes shot open in surprise and you smirked upward at him, your eyes shining as your lips tightened around his cock.

“Merlin,” Sebastian muttered. His hands tangled in your hair as you worked, your hollowed cheeks pulled taut around his shaft. When his tip hit the back of your throat, you held it there, gurgling around him as he moaned. 

You loved it when he moaned. It was the telltale sign you had him wrapped around your finger, even if you were presently the one wrapped around him. 

Your head tilted backward, sending Sebastian’s cock popping from your mouth until you attacked it again, this time with your tongue. You flattened it against the bottom of his shaft and dragged it slowly toward the tip where you traced circles. The sounds of sucking echoed around you, wet and crude.

Meanwhile, your own wetness pooled between your legs. It was a culmination of a day’s worth of arousal that Sebastian started over breakfast. You reached beneath the hem of your skirt, your fingers edging into your panties as you hummed in relief at your own touch. The vibration from your lips made Sebastian’s breath hitch.

You dipped two fingers inside yourself, outraged by how wet you’d allowed yourself to become. It was unfair of Sebastian to do such a thing to you without any relief. 

Your panties snapped back into place when you removed your hand, using it to stroke Sebastian’s cock with your arousal. He hissed at the slick sensation until you replaced your hand with your mouth again. Your hands pressed into the backs of Sebastian's thighs as you sucked harder, your jaw aching as your head bobbed back and forth.

“Ease up,” Sebastian panted, one hand tugging gently at your hair. You ignored him again, hastening your mouth’s movements until you could hear Sebastian swear above you. You engulfed him with your throat until you could feel him fidgeting, his hands tightening in your hair as he started to unravel. 

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he whimpered. You wanted to time this right. And just as you felt him begin to twitch, you released him from your mouth. You pumped a hand around his wet shaft and he grunted, his release showering over your breasts. When it was over, Sebastian slumped against the column.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed, his eyes slowly cracking open to gaze at you in disbelief. “What did I do to deserve that?”

“Nothing,” you answered simply as you rose to your feet. “We’ll call it even once you make it up to me.”

Sebastian didn’t understand. He was clearly under the impression your impish acts were done for the day. So when you stepped backward several paces until you were leaning with your back against a column opposite of him, he blinked in confusion.

You closed your eyes and slowly dragged a hand from your neck over your chest, where Sebastian’s release was still dribbling over your breasts. Your hand snaked downward over your stomach until it disappeared beneath the hiked up hem of your skirt.

You let out a low moan as your hand made its way back to your soaked entrance. You dragged two fingers over your clit before you paused to slide your panties off. They fell to the floor, exposing just how wet you were.

Sebastian swallowed – not that you paid him any attention. Your fingers sank inside yourself as you bucked your hips forward, pushing the plush front wall of your cunt into your fingertips. You did this repeatedly until the sight of you fucking your own fingers made Sebastian’s cock stir again. 

“Want me to take care of you?” he asked huskily. You nodded silently, your eyes still squeezed shut as your fingers continued their work.

Sebastian moved toward you, his hands bunching your skirt higher around your waist so that he could see beneath it. He nudged your hand away and replaced it with his own, his fingers dragging over your drenched folds. He groaned as you coated his hand.

You spun to face the column, no words needed to indicate your intentions. You propped yourself against it with your hands, your legs parted slightly as you bent at the waist. Sebastian dragged the tip of his hard cock against your entrance and you moaned through your impatience until you felt him gliding against your walls.

“My god,” he breathed as he was fully sheathed. “I’ve never felt you so wet.” Though you weren’t facing him, you could feel him smirking behind you. “Guess I should rile you up more often.”

“Shut up,” you ordered, forcing your hips backward for emphasis. Sebastian obeyed, choosing to press an affectionate kiss to the back of your shoulder until he was rocking against you.

Hours’ worth of tension pleaded for release. You clenched your walls tight around his cock, the ache already threatening to erupt in erratic waves as he drove into you. The faster he slammed against you, the louder your moans chorused. 

“Harder.” It wasn’t a plea, but a command. Sebastian, aroused by your abnormal dominance, eagerly obliged. But it still wasn’t enough for you and soon, you were rocking your hips backward with such force, Sebastian’s grip on your hips began to slacken.

He was grunting through gritted teeth at your force, but you paid no mind as you clung to the column for dear life. Perhaps it was selfish, but so was Sebastian’s decision to tantalize you all day. The sound of slapping flesh filled the corridor until Sebastian’s panting became broken gasps.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m going to-”

He let out a choked moan, his hips pinning you forward against the stone until he spilled into you. He slumped against you, spent of all energy as he caught his breath. Your thighs were wet and your legs ached from supporting your sinful act for so long, but you still hadn’t had your fill.

Your cunt quivered for more. More friction, more pressure, more Sebastian. Assuming you still had another twenty minutes until class let out, you decided you might as well make the most of the time.

Sebastian reached down to gather his trousers when you knocked him backward. He grunted as he toppled against the wall, his legs giving out as he fell to the floor. He blinked up at you with puppy dog eyes, stunned by your behavior.

“Wh- what-” he started, but you lunged yourself on top of him, straddling his lap before he could question you. 

You kissed him hard, desperate to keep him excited. You grinded your drenched folds against his lap, moaning at the return of his flesh against yours. You needed that pressure inside your walls again.

“Your fingers,” you panted. “Use your fingers.”

“But… you… how are you still-”

“Just do it.”

If he hadn’t been so transfixed by your demanding demeanor, your face flushed and eyes dark with insatiable desire above him, he may have considered putting up more of a fight. Instead, he indulged you and slid a finger inside of you. By now, you were so sensitive, you gasped at the intrusion. 

“More,” you breathed. Sebastian added a second finger and you began rocking yourself around them. Your hips bucked in desperation, your softest spot dragging against his fingertips until you were moaning in his ear.

Soon, you could feel Sebastian’s hardening cock pressing against your thigh. You took it in your hand and stroked until he was fully erect again. You beamed at him in excitement. 

When he pulled his fingers from you, you sank downward, wriggling your hips until his cock filled your cunt completely. His hands gripped your waist and you lifted yourself upward, slamming down with impatience as you chased your release.

“Not so rough,” Sebastian whined with a clenched jaw. On any other day, you would have taken pity on him and obliged. Not today; not after what he’d done to you all morning.

“Just hold still,” you ordered. Your hands rested on top of his shoulders as you continued to bounce yourself up and down, your walls stretching around his cock. When his tip met the deepest part of your core, you whined in elation, certain you were about to earn your prize.

“I’m- I can’t-” Sebastian sniveled. His face was scrunched in sheer exhaustion. You rocked harder, your sensitive spot slamming greedily around his cock until you were on the cusp of your climax. 

“F-fuck,” you breathed as the spasms started. You tipped your head backward and unleashed a wild cry as your walls rippled around Sebastian, whose fingers pressed into the skin of your hips with bruising force. You stopped your frenetic motions to sit in his lap, the final lingering flutters of your orgasm causing you to flood around him.

Sebastian was too sluggish to vocalize his own ending. He slumped over, his forehead against your shoulder as he emptied inside of you for the final time. 

Finally, you were satisfied, though your head felt heavy and your frame may as well have disintegrated from your body. Meanwhile, Sebastian looked absolutely and utterly spent. His hair was a messy mop, sticking upward in all directions while sweat trickled from his forehead. His eyes were barely open as he fought to catch his breath.

When you finally crawled off of him to collect your clothes, Sebastian peered up at you in quiet befuddlement. You chose to act none the wiser.

You smiled at him as you finished buttoning your shirt, smoothing your skirt with a hand to ensure you appeared perfectly composed per usual.

“Ready to return to class?” you chirped innocently. Sebastian blinked at you in disbelief.

“You’re just going to act like none of that happened?” he asked. 

“Like what happened?”

When the two of you returned to class and slipped discreetly into your seats, you smirked quietly to yourself as the other students began to whisper about Sebastian’s shaky, disheveled appearance. 

[dreamy-gal-30]

Hey there! Welcome to my hub of stories ❤️

Some of you know me already, but I thought it would be nice to make one of these 🙂

I’ve been reading fanfic for almost over 20 years, and when I got into this fandom, something changed. I’ve been inspired by so many of you in this fandom with all your amazing stories, and started telling my own. It’s been so much fun for me and it’s been a great outlet for me to help my anxiety and depression. But I wanna emphasise that I am no pro!

I realised that I read and tell stories filled with love, longing, desire, and all the beautiful, messy, and heartbreaking complications that can come with it. I love exploring relationships, tension, and that push-and-pull. And if you’ve read any of my works before or seen my comments on some of your amazing fics, then you know I have a soft spot for smut 👀

Right now, I’m deep in my Sebastian Sallow era—because this loveable menace has me in a chokehold—but who knows? Maybe I’ll branch out someday. 😂 For now, I’m having far too much fun with the complicated, bookish bastard to let go.

✨ My Stories ✨

Below you’ll find my completed works and WIPs, so you can easily find what I’ve worked on (and what stuff is still in progress). I’ll update this as I go on!

📖 Completed Stories:

Everything you deserve (& chicken fights)

A Little Valentine’s Day Special - MDNI

Hidden Pleasures - MDNI

Simmering Comfort

A Spark Beneath the Surface

📝 Works in Progress/Ongoing:

What Remains And here's a lil glimpse of what Bee looks like in this reblog 🫶

I don’t write on a strict schedule, but I’m always thinking about my stories (prob more than I should be lol). I love brainstorming and developing ideas—shoutout to @writingsoftarnishedsilver , @whizzing-fizzbee, and many other amazing human beings, where I’ve had so much fun tossing ideas around. 😍

If you ever want to chat, share ideas, or scream about Sebastian, my chat is always open. And if you have requests, please send them my way! I can’t promise I’ll get to everything, but I love hearing what you all want to see.

Thanks for being here, and I hope you enjoy the stories as much as I enjoy writing them! 💜

[theealbatross]

hi, I just read your sebastian fics and to say I'm obsessed would be underestimated hah

I wanted to ask if you take requests, and if you don't do you recommend some writers who you like or write similar to you?

I do take requests but there's no promises on when I can get on with it, I mostly use it as inspiration to integrate on the WIPS I am currently working on!

PREPARE YOURSELF FOR MY RECOMMENDATIONS:

@applinsandoranges - applin (idk if that's her name I just call her that in my head lmao) is my go to for ANYTHING because she writes SO WELL and has such an extensive collection of work that I know anyone will find something to enjoy!

@anto-pops - anto (again i just call them this in my head idk if this is their name jasdfk) is my go to for ~ spicy ~ content + dark!obsessive!yearning sebastian AND BEWARE IT IS SUPER SPICY SO MINORS DNI

@shadowtriovibes - girrrrrl her masterlist is again extensive and immaculate but you ARE NOT READY for her 'break a sweat' series (cheack out both the version here on tumblr and on ao3) IT IS A MASTERPIECE

@whizzing-fizzbee - MY CURRENT FAVORITE but mostly NSFW so children pls stay away! The 'This is How It Starts' was hilarious and sooo well-written

@callmehopeless - the series 'A Matter of Public Record' deadass had me giggling, swinging my feet A PERFECT COMBINATION OF YEARNING + DUMB TEENAGERS BEING DUMB TEENAGERS + AND ANGST

@choccy-milky - 'THE RAVEN AND THE SNAKE' IS A FANDOM CLASSIC AND I WILL TAKE NO NOTES (clora is my sweet angel baby) plus her art is sooo fucking pretty and hilarious and hot (minors dni i beg u)

@slytherizz - I actually discovered them on AO3 and TRUST I was jumping for joy when I realized she was in tumblr too! Most of her fics are nsfw so again MIND UR AGE!

@writing-intheundercroft - 'This Little Life' series had me BAWLING I love love LOVE her characterization of seb and mc I keep rereading it when I need to cry lol

@jackalope-patronus - they mostly do headcannons and drabbles but they have one shots too and they're perfect all the same!

I probably have more but these are the authors I constantly come back to! If anyone has any more recommendations please feel free to add! I mostly used her/they pronouns so any of the authors I recommended don;t hesitate to correct me if you want it fixed <3

[fierte-verte]

Hi! Can I ask for some dating Harry Potter headcanons? With a female!Hufflepuff!reader please?💞

Hi! Thank you so much for your request💛

Dating Harry Potter (Hufflepuff Reader) would include...

* meeting harry for the first time in honeydukes on a hogsmeade weekend

* reaching for the same pack of whizzing fizzbees and touching hands

* him blushing instantly because he’s an awkward little boy

* “oh! you can have it”

* ron noticing how flustered he is and deciding to introduce you to him

* “she’s the girl who helps neville with school”

* meeting again at a gryffindor and hufflepuff match

* “ron! you didn’t tell me she plays!”

* harry practically oogling at you most of the game

* which then earns him some yelling from a unimpressed oliver

* “now’s not the time to be a charmer!”

* feeling your heart drop as you watch him falling off his broom

* visiting him in the hospital wing with a pack of whizzing fizzbees

* “you remembered”

* encountering sirius in his animagus form on an evening stroll

* chin scratches and belly rubs 

* sirius noticing his godson’s unconcealed affection for you

* “harry, subtlety can be a good thing in flirting sometimes”

* joining hermione’s s.p.e.w. in fourth year and having long talks about harry and ron

* “honestly they’re about the densest boys to roam around”

* supporting him all throughout the tournaments

* brainstorming ideas with neville to help him with the second task

* “nev, you ever considered gillyweed?”

* kissing him for the first time before sending him off to the maze

* “for good luck”

* being each other’s pillars of support after cedric’s death

* kissing harry’s tears away every time he breaks down in grief

* “you’re not alone, love”

* lots of tight embraces, where you whisper soothing words in his ear to calm him down

* recruiting members from your house to join the DA

* teaching the younger students with him side by side

* neville smiling brightly while watching you both in action

* “everyone thinks you make a powerful pair”

* harry naturally shielding his body in front of yours in any dangerous situation

* and trying to cover your eyes at nasty sights

* “it’s alright, i’m here”

* innocent pecks turning into eager kisses, eager kisses turning into playful bites

* and then you’re both blushing like idiots

* bandaging all his cuts and scratches up while he holds you in his arms

* harry trying to sing you lullabies when you have trouble sleeping

* “i might be more awake than i was before you sang”

* just two very strong people sharing very tender moments in a very wholesome relationship

* there being slight kinks in communication and compromising, of course

* but you and harry learn to build a lasting romance along the way

* “we’ll make it, together”

[whizzing-fizzbee]

Okie I sent you a request earlier today about a possible fic around MC ‘coaching’ Seb (lol). But I thought of another one. Same vibe between the two (besties that just wanna love and fuck each other) and same setting, just them two, maybe they’re a little tipsy or more open for some reason. in conversation she reveals that she’s convinced she can’t cum. No other guy has ever managed and neither has she. She enjoys sex but just doesn’t think THAT will ever happen. And Seb just blurts out that he bet he could. Smug bastard. It becomes a whole thing, she’s like you’re insane, but is convinced… and he does.

Also shared with Applin by the way. You two are just amazing!

Oh hey there. 😏 Buckle up because we've got another multi-part series here. Enjoy Part I of two.

Just Once

Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit/MDNI (smut, language); all characters are 18+ Words: ~5,800 Tags: friends with benefits, friends to lovers, mutual pining, smut, sexual exploration

Read on AO3 or below the cut.

“Happy birthday, darling.”

You stifled an amused snort as Sebastian Sallow presented you with a poorly wrapped package. The faded brown paper was clinging for dear life and a green bow had been slapped precariously on top. It was clearly a glass bottle of something Professor Weasley would love to confiscate. You narrowed your eyes at it.

“This isn’t one of Garreth’s concoctions, is it?” you asked warily.

“Nope, nothing but pure, 100% firewhiskey,” Sebastian quipped. He plucked the package from your hand and unwrapped it. You watched him uncork the bottle and take a long swig. “See? No poison or wayward potions here.”

“Did you just buy me that so I’d share it with you?” you mused. Sebastian shrugged and took another drink before returning the bottle to your hand. 

“Nothing wrong with a birthday gift that benefits us both,” he offered. You rolled your eyes and took a drink. The liquid burned all the way down, blooming spiced heat through your throat. It was a welcome distraction.

You hated your birthday. Orphaned since birth, you hadn’t received many annual celebrations. Some years, you forgot about it entirely. It wasn’t until your sixteenth birthday, the first one you’d spent at Hogwarts, that anyone cared to celebrate with you. You were always grateful for your friends for that.

Still, turning eighteen twisted a knot in your gut. You were an official adult now, meaning you’d be expected to live like one. Your Hogwarts days were trickling to an end, with graduation just weeks away. You’d already lined up a job as an auror in training with the Ministry of Magic. You were set to move to London and share a flat with Imelda Reyes. Your plans were all set in place. Adulthood was just around the corner, and on paper, you were prepared. But inside, terror twisted in your chest and turned your stomach.

You drank until the bottle’s neck was empty. 

“Thanks for this,” you said, raising the bottle toward Sebastian. He offered you his signature lopsided grin. 

“Not every day my best friend turns eighteen,” he said. 

“Don’t remind me,” you sighed dramatically.

“Oh, come on, it’s not so bad,” Sebastian said. “I turned eighteen last month and haven’t turned into a stuffy adult yet.”

“That’s because you spent your eighteenth birthday piss drunk until you ended up in bed with Violet McDowell.”

“Best birthday I ever had.”

You snorted and took another swig.

“Speaking of piss-drunk debauchery, where’s that boyfriend of yours?” Sebastian asked. 

“He’s not my boyfriend!” you groaned. It felt like the firewhiskey was already surging to your brain, though talking about your love life – or lack thereof – was enough to make you feel drunk and disheveled.

“Fine, fine. Where’s that bloke you’ve been messing around with?” Sebastian continued.

“He’s spending the weekend with his family.”

“And he’s missing your birthday?” Sebastian tutted. 

“He’s not my boyfriend, Sebastian,” you repeated, your tone edging with warning. “I don’t expect him to celebrate my birthday. We’re just friends.”

“Friends,” Sebastian repeated. “Right.”

“What’s wrong with that?” you demanded with narrowed eyes. You wanted to claw the smirk off his face. Or kiss it.

“Nothing,” Sebastian shrugged innocently. “Just thought Northcott would try a little harder to lock you down now that you’re an adult and all.”

“What on Earth does that have to do with anything?” you snorted.

“We’re all graduating soon. People are starting to pair off,” Sebastian explained. “Everyone else is starting to think of marriage and families and the future.”

“Oh? Who are you proposing marriage to then?” 

“Professor Garlick.”

You snorted into the whiskey bottle. “You wish.”

“That I do.” Sebastian sighed longingly for dramatic effect.

“But really,” you continued. “Who are you courting for forever? Haven’t seen you with anyone since that time I saw you and Charlotte stumbling out of Sharp’s potions cupboard.”

“I said everyone else is starting to pair off,” Sebastian noted. “Not me.”

“Oh, think you’re too good for everyone at Hogwarts?”

“Not at all. To the contrary, I think my reputation has tainted my chances with any ladies here at Hogwarts.”

“And whose fault is that?” you teased.

“Not deflecting any blame,” Sebastian said simply. “I just don’t think any of Hogwarts’ eligible bachelorettes are interested in someone with my track record.”

It was true, Sebastian had developed a reputation for being rather… experienced. Or as Ominis Gaunt put it, Sebastian had “dipped his quill in far too many inkwells.” But it wasn’t because Sebastian wanted to run through every girl at Hogwarts. You’d watched him stumble and fumble his way through attempts at relationships with honest intent. He was simply too messy for most people.

It took a special kind of patience and understanding to maintain any kind of relationship with Sebastian Sallow, be it friendship or something more. The thing about Sebastian was he didn’t always get things right, but he was always sincere. You knew that about him. In fact, you knew most things about him. But Sebastian had never looked at you with the same kind of lust and intrigue he’d looked at other girls. You were his best friend and confidant, the keeper of his deepest secrets, not his deepest desires. 

You’d accepted that ages ago, but every now and then, you couldn’t help but eye your best friend with a wistful kind of melancholy. Just once, you wished he’d see you as a woman rather than an anchor. Sure, you loved being his safe space, but you also wanted him to feel the dirty draw of sinful desire when he looked at you. Just once.

“Well, maybe someday the great Sebastian Sallow will find a woman willing to tolerate his antics,” you finally teased. Sebastian plucked the whiskey bottle from your fingers and took a drink. 

“Maybe someday,” he said simply. Silence settled between you, a cozy kind of quiet that often indicated you were both mulling over some thought you were reluctant to share. It was rare – you and Sebastian spilled nearly every thought that came to mind – but sometimes you enjoyed the intrigue of withholding from him. 

“Can you imagine us, married?” you wondered aloud. “I mean, not to each other, of course, but in general- to other people.”

Your face flushed and you cursed yourself for being stupid enough to bring up the topic of marriage in the presence of Sebastian when alcohol was currently coursing through your system.

Sebastian grinned at you. “What, don’t think I’d be husband material?” he quipped. 

“I think I’d end up hexing you before we even reached the altar,” you shot back. 

“Oh, interesting. I’d love to honeymoon while covered in bruises and boils.”

“Keep talking and maybe you will.”

“Yeah? And where would you like to honeymoon, dear?”

“Someplace warm and romantic.”

“How whimsy. Tell Northcott to pack swimwear.”

You elbowed Sebastian in the side in annoyance. “He’s not my boyfriend!”

“Ow! Alright, fine. He’s not your boyfriend. No need for violence.”

“No need to be so daft.”

“Merlin, adulthood makes you awfully mean,” Sebastian whined. You scowled at him and he chuckled. “I suppose it’s my own fault for giving you firewhiskey.”

“You trying to get me drunk?”

“I don’t need to try.”

“Touche.” You raised the bottle again and chugged until your cheeks burned. The boathouse fell quiet again, the sound of the lake’s surface gently lapping against the docks as a pair of boats bobbed in the water.

“Didn’t you have plans tonight?” you finally asked. “I thought most everyone was going to the Three Broomsticks.”

“They were,” Sebastian sighed. “And I was supposed to bring you there as a surprise.”

“Surprise?”

“Poppy and Imelda wanted to surprise you with a cake or something.”

“What? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You seemed pretty intent on staying here,” Sebastian shrugged. “But I’m sure everyone’s still there if you want to head into the village.”

“No.” You shook your head. The liquor had seeped into your bloodstream and the notion of walking, or even standing, seemed overwhelming. Truthfully, you had no interest in singing or cake. You were happiest sitting in quiet seclusion with Sebastian. “You can blame me when Imelda inevitably tries to take your head off. Tell her the truth – I drank too much and didn’t make it outside the castle.”

“Whatever you say, birthday girl.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” you continued. “Didn’t you have plans tonight?”

Sebastian shrugged a shoulder. “Not really. It’s your birthday. My only plan was you.”

“Oh. I thought I overheard Nerida saying the two of you were meeting up.”

“Nerida says a lot of things,” Sebastian muttered. You watched him take a long drink from the bottle. 

“Oh, come on. She’s not so bad,” you giggled. “If you can get past the fascination with merpeople, she’s pretty nice.”

“Fascination?” Sebastian snorted. “It’s much worse than that. She once tried to hook up with me near the far window in the Common Room, said it would feel like she’s underwater. Normally that might be kind of hot, but she clearly wanted to do some kind of merperson roleplay.”

You choked on your latest sip of firewhiskey and began to laugh until you hiccuped. It was a deep, belly laugh that echoed through the boathouse. 

“Merlin,” you giggled. “Did she want you to talk dirty to her in Mermish too?”

“It’s not funny,” Sebastian chided, though you could hear the laughter in his voice.

“Oh, Sebastian!” you teased in a breathy, suggestive tone. “Pin my fins down!”

You erupted with another bout of uncontrollable laughter, so loud Sebastian finally had to clamp a hand over your mouth. 

“Someone’s going to hear you!” he hissed. You pried his hand away and rolled your eyes.

“Who? No one comes down here at night. Unless Nerida’s trying to get you in the water for a rendezvous.” You snorted at your own joke, the firewhiskey making it difficult to keep any composure. “Though from what I remember after helping her during fifth year, she’s not much of a swimmer. Hope you can keep her afloat. Maybe there’s a useful spell for that. Or maybe she’d let you fuck her on the beach over there.” 

Sebastian shot you a deadpan stare as you grinned at him. “Messing around with her in the showers was bad enough,” he said. “She likes the water ice cold.”

You cackled at the confession. It was the only way to reduce the sting of Sebastian fooling around with other girls. “Stop it,” you wheezed, tears welling in your eyes. “You really are her magic merman.”

“Not after that,” Sebastian muttered. “I’d rather not catch pneumonia during sex.”

“Aww, where’s the fun in that, Seb?” you teased. “Too sensitive for a cold shower?”

“More like too sane.”

“Poor Nerida,” you cooed in a taunting tone. “All she wants is a merman to make her happy.”

“Yeah well, it’s not going to be me.”

“It’s not nice to kink shame, Sebastian.”

“You’re the one laughing!”

Your banter sent you into another fit of drunken giggles, leaving you laughing so hard you slumped against Sebastian for support. He shook his head at you, his eyes glinting with fond amusement.

“I suppose it’s fair,” you continued once you caught your breath. “Awfully hard to enjoy any nude activities when you’re numb to the bone. I personally can’t tolerate a shower that’s anything short of damn near scalding.”

“Should’ve guessed a demon from the depths of Hell likes her water hot,” Sebastian muttered, drawing a glare from you. 

“I find it relaxing!”

“Whatever gets you off, darling.”

Perhaps it was the irony of his words. Perhaps – or most certainly – it was the alcohol. Something sent you into your worst fit of giggles yet, laughing controllably until you were flat on your back on the stone floor.

Sebastian blinked downward at you when the outburst finally subsided.

“Nothing gets me off,” you snorted. Sebastian’s eyes narrowed.

“What on Earth does that mean?” he asked.

“You know what I mean,” you babbled on, still on your back as your gaze met his from the floor. “Like, I can’t do that.” 

“Do what?”

“That. Get off.”

Sebastian stilled. He clearly thought he knew what you were implying, but was afraid to make any assumptions. Sure, the two of you talked about sex, but not like this.

“And by get off, you mean…” he led, hoping you’d finish the sentence.

“During sex,” you said stupidly. “I can’t get off.”

“You can’t… finish?” Sebastian finally managed.

“Exactly.”

“What do you mean you can’t?” Sebastian pressed. Had you not been so intoxicated, you might have noticed how alarmed he looked by your revelation.

“I don’t know,” you answered simply. “I just can’t. It physically doesn’t happen.”

“You mean ever? Or recently?”

“Ever. Never ever.”

“Never? What about… you know, when you’re on your own?”

“Nope.” You shook your head and winced as it rocked against the cold, hard ground.

“So let me get this straight,” Sebastian said, straightening in his seated position on the ground, his long legs outstretched. “You’re trying to tell me that you’ve never had an orgasm?”

“Nope.”

“You’re lying.”

“Why the fuck would I lie about that?”

“Because that’s mental!” 

“It’s true!”

“But you… you’ve been with… people.”

“I’m aware of my sexual history, Seb.”

“But… but none of those blokes have… you know…”

“They do. But I don’t. It’s okay, really,” you rattled on. “I just assume my body is incapable or something. Like some kind of defect. But I still enjoy sex.”

Clearly your inhibitions were spent. You’d never have revealed your secret so readily had you been sober. In the morning, you’d be mortified at yourself for revealing such details to Sebastian of all people.

“But what’s the point?” Sebastian blurted out incredulously. You blinked upward at him, utterly confused why he appeared so offended that you were incapable of a climax.

“It’s not a big deal!” you insisted. “Sex can still be fun and enjoyable. It still feels good.”

“But don’t you want to know how it feels to… you know?”

“Well, obviously!” you snorted. “Of course, I would. But if I can’t do it myself – and believe me, I’ve tried – then I can’t expect anyone else to be able to do it either. It’s no one’s fault. The blokes I’ve been with have certainly tried. It just doesn’t work.”

Sebastian’s brain stuttered. He was stunned that you’d never known how it felt to fall apart in such a blissful manner, but he was also furious that any man would allow you to believe it was impossible.

“They must not have tried hard enough,” Sebastian said.

“They have, really,” you said, sitting up on your elbows as you eyed him with amusement. “It’s really no big deal, Seb. No need to get worked up about it.”

“It’s unacceptable!”

You couldn’t help but snort at his insulted demeanor. “Seb, relax,” you laughed. “It’s just an unfortunate fact of life. I can’t get off and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“I bet I could do it.”

“Huh?!” You sat up so fast, your head spun. 

“I could do it,” Sebastian repeated so boldly, you began to wonder if someone had placed him under the Imperius Curse. “I could make you… you know.” He swallowed. “I could make you orgasm.”

The boathouse’s cool air no longer felt refreshing against your flushed face. It became heavy and oppressive, suffocating as you searched for something to say.

Instead, you threw your head back and laughed this time, deflecting the need for words. After all, Sebastian had merely been joking, right? And the polite thing to do was to laugh when someone made a joke. Nevermind the fact your head was reeling from the mere thought of Sebastian offering to touch you.

But Sebastian had been quite serious, though he decided to drop the subject the moment you began laughing. He’d play along and pretend it had all been in jest. After all, you were too busy laughing to notice the way his eyes shifted nervously to the ground.

You were also too busy laughing to notice the arrival of Professor Weasley, who promptly scolded you for drinking on school grounds and gave you detention.

—

The following morning, you found yourself spectacularly hungover and embarrassed. You could deal with the first of those dilemmas with some pastries and a pepper-up potion, but the second one could only be resolved by flinging yourself into a stampede of wild hippogriffs.

Instead, you sulked around your dorm room in hopes of avoiding Sebastian until you couldn’t stand the confines of the small space anymore. You slunk into the Slytherin Common Room, where you spotted Sebastian and Ominis chatting in the chairs by the fireplace. 

You swore under your breath and scurried toward the exit. 

“Oi!” 

You swore even louder at the sound of Imelda calling after you. You stopped in your tracks and sighed, turning to face her as she approached. 

“Professor Weasley was looking for you,” she said. “Told me to let you know you and Sallow have detention tomorrow evening.”

“Fabulous,” you muttered. Imelda eyed you with a smirk.

“What’d you two do this time? Does it have anything to do with you bailing on your own birthday?” she asked.

“Got a little too drunk in the boathouse,” you answered. Imelda rolled her eyes. 

“You do know you could have done that at the Three Boomsticks without the detention?”

“Ah, but then she wouldn’t have been able to spend some quality time with her best friend.” Sebastian appeared beside you and draped an arm around your shoulders. You inhaled sharply as his fingers played with your hair.

Imelda shook her head and returned to her chess match. 

“Come with me to the Undercroft,” Sebastian said in your ear.

“Seb, I need to study-”

“It’s Saturday.”

“So?”

“So, in the nearly three years I’ve known you, you’ve never wasted a Saturday with studying. Now let’s go.”

You sighed and followed him quietly to the Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower, your arms folded cautiously across your chest. Sebastian turned around to frown at you when he noticed your silence.

“Alright?” he asked.

“Alright. Just a little hungover.”

“Need a pepper-up?”

“I drank one. Just still a little groggy, is all.”

As you continued toward the entrance to the Undercroft, he didn’t address the revelation you’d made last night. You prayed he’d been too drunk to remember. 

That prayer was short-lived as you stepped into the Undercroft.

A large mirror was now leaning against the far wall and the sofa you’d conjured your fifth year had been moved in front of it.

“Sebastian…” you started slowly as you eyed the changed room. He didn’t respond. Instead, he led you toward the sofa, where he stood and lingered, his hands stuffed in his pockets. That was when you noticed the tension in his jaw. 

He was nervous, you realized, and you couldn’t help but suspect it had to do with the confession you’d made the previous night.

“Sebastian,” you repeated as you stood behind the sofa, gazing at your own reflection in the mirror. “What is this?”

“I thought about what you said,” Sebastian said in one breath. “That thing you confided. And I meant what I said. I want to help.”

Oh, fuck.

“Seb, that’s… this… you don’t…” You began to wonder if your heart had ascended into your throat. “You don’t need to do that.”

“But would you let me?”

“Huh?”

“Do you… would you let me? Would you let me try?”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Why not? I mean, you don’t have to do anything in return. I’d never ask that of you.”

“Oh.”

“Look,” Sebastian sighed as he dragged a hand through his hair. His eyes were very decisively avoiding yours. “I just think… you deserve to know how it feels. And I genuinely think I could help you.”

You couldn’t help but smirk at him. “Awfully confident of you to assume that,” you mused.

“Awfully disheartening of you to assume I can’t.”

“I didn’t say that,” you said. “It’s just that it’s never happened before.”

“That’s because you’ve never been with me.”

A flush crept up the back of your neck and you felt faint. But even a situation as awkward as this couldn’t keep you from matching Sebastian blow-for-blow. 

“And you always leave every girl you’ve been with completely satisfied?” you challenged. Sebastian smirked at you.

“No one’s ever filed any complaints. If anything, they become repeat customers.” He chuckled when you shot him a look of disgust. “Only joking, darling.”

But you were out of smart words and quick retorts. Now, your head was reeling with the decision you faced. You could say no and leave the Undercroft, and likely the remnants of your friendship with Sebastian. Or you could agree. And at the very least, you’d learn how it’d feel to finally be touched by him, just once. At best, he’d live up to his word and show you the glimpse of heaven you never thought your eyes would meet. Just once.

“Alright, fine,” you finally agreed. “If you’re so sure of yourself, let’s see that magic touch.” You couldn’t believe you’d just agreed to something so reckless and bold

Sebastian blinked. He hadn’t necessarily assumed you’d say no, but he’d been trying to censor his expectations – and hope. 

“A-alright, good,” he said with a nod. He gestured toward the sofa and cleared his throat. “I figured maybe this could help.”

“A mirror?” you asked warily. 

“Yes.”

Sebastian’s confidence hitched as reality ensnared itself in his head. The two of you were about to do something far more intimate than he ever could have envisioned. Of course, he certainly had pictured you in all states of undress, folded beneath him, perched on top of him, and every position in-between. But those were all fantasies, preserved for the quiet sanctity of Sebastian’s mind.

Now, he’d talked himself atop a pedestal and had to prove himself. But this was more than a notch in his belt and another girl to impress. This was you.

But Sebastian was just as stubborn and just as determined as you. And, like you, he always fought tooth and nail to keep his word. Especially when it came to matters that concerned you.

He studied you for a moment, your spine far straighter than usual and your cheeks flushed. You blinked back at him with wide eyes that made his trousers tighten. He felt like a predator waiting to sink his teeth into his prey. 

Once he’d gathered the confidence to convince his legs to work, Sebastian moved toward the sofa and sat smack-dab in the center of it. His arms were draped across the back, his knees parted, while his eyes met yours in the mirror’s reflection. He'd never looked more alluring — or more intimidating.

“Come sit.” It took a fleeting moment for you to understand he didn’t mean for you to lounge next to him. He wanted you to sit between his legs.

“O-okay,” you breathed. You moved at a glacial pace, terrified to appear too eager, eyes locked on the floor, before you stood above Sebastian. When you finally met his gaze, he licked his lips. The ache between your thighs blazed.

“I was thinking,” Sebastian continued as he spun you around so you were looking at yourself in the mirror. He peeked around you to see your reflection as he spoke. “I’ve noticed you’re a visual learner. You always master spells and potion brews as soon as you see them in action. So I thought maybe it’d help you to see yourself. Maybe if you can see what… you like, it’ll make it easier for you to… fully enjoy it.”

“Oh.”

Sebastian reached a hand toward you and you inhaled sharply. He paused, his outstretched hand lingering near your waist. “May I?” he asked. You nodded, unsure your tongue could craft a coherent response.

Sebastian’s hand rested on your waist, his fingers dragging across the fabric that covered the top of your thigh as his hand drifted downward. It snaked lower and lower until his fingers found the hem of your skirt. As his hand disappeared beneath it, cotton filled your mouth.

You could feel both of his hands retreat upward, grazing your thighs until he could feel the seam of your panties. You swallowed a whimper.

“Can I take these off?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” you rasped. The pads of his calloused fingertips felt rough against your skin as they tugged at the waistband of your panties and slid them downward. You watched your reflection as your panties pooled at your feet and your thigh muscles twitched.

Sebastian removed his hands from beneath the hem of your skirt and cleared his throat. “Sit,” he murmured.

Your racing heart threatened to crack your ribs inside your chest as you willed your knees to bend. You lowered yourself cautiously until you were seated between Sebastian’s thighs. But you sat at the very edge of the sofa, terrified to move any closer, and certain the ringing in your ears would leave you deaf.

“It’s okay,” Sebastian murmured in your ear. His breath was hot against the nape of your neck as he hooked an arm around your waist to tug you closer. Your breath hitched when the warmth of his body met yours. His chest pressed against your back. “Alright?”

You nodded in response, terrified to look him in the eye via your reflections. Instead, you stared at the floor as Sebastian began inching the hem of your skirt upward until it was bunched around your torso, exposing everything you had to offer. 

“Fucking hell,” Sebastian breathed against your neck.

When you finally gathered the courage to look in the mirror, you were certain you had tripped and fallen face-first into one of those dreams that you never dared to speak of. There you were, splayed out in the most obscene pose imaginable with Sebastian peering over your shoulder at your sacred pink flesh. You’d never seen something so sinful, and you’d certainly never thought you’d be front and center in such a scene.

Sebastian stared back at you with dark, heavy eyes that might have petrified you had he been anyone else. You could feel his chest heaving against your back, his breaths much more labored than usual. 

You could also feel something that was most certainly not his wand pressing into the small of your back. Arousal seeped from your entrance. You squeezed your eyes shut to steady yourself. 

But a hand roamed to your chest and your eyes shot open as Sebastian unbuttoned the top half of your blouse. 

“Can I… touch you?” he said in your ear. Another nod in response.

Sebastian’s left hand disappeared inside your blouse and you swallowed a moan as his fingers grazed your right nipple. He cupped your breast fully until you had to squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to relieve the pressure between them.

“Hey now,” Sebastian purred, his free hand reaching to pry your knees apart again. “You’re supposed to be watching.”

You bit back the urge to scold him for not doing more, to beg him to touch you in all the ways you’d only envisioned when left to your own thoughts in private. But Sebastian sensed your waning patience. His hand drifted up your leg and you watched the fingers of his reflection trace the crease of your thigh. The slickness pooling at your entrance was a dizzying paradox to the heat that scalded your nerve endings.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” you rasped with much more gusto than you’d intended. Your resolve had withered and you weren’t above begging Sebastian to do something, anything to put a stop to your suffering.

“Just… tell me if you want me to stop,” Sebastian said. And before you could beg him to continue, his index and middle fingers skimmed your folds. They met your clit and pressed until a whimper finally escaped your throat.

Sebastian’s fingers swiped gently until you were digging your nails into the tops of your own thighs. The delicious friction was enough to make you wonder if Sebastian really would live up to the hype he’d created for himself. Other boys were good, but this was Sebastian.

As his fingers inched closer to your entrance, you whined and bucked your hips.

“So that’s where you like it,” Sebastian murmured in your ear. “See?”

You hummed in agreement and watched as Sebastian’s fingers pressed more before they finally sank inside of you. You moaned as they disappeared, then reappeared, dipping into your core until you could hear them parting your walls.

You clenched yourself tighter around them, begging them to show you what they could do, while you watched, half-lidded, in awe at the erotic scene that had unfolded. Sebastian’s brow was furrowed in concentration, a vision you would have found endearing had you not been on the cusp of unraveling in his arms. Instead, you merely marveled at the masterpiece framed in the mirror before you; your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as Sebastian's thighs flanked your sides. Now wasn't the time for sentimental discoveries, but you couldn't help but notice how perfectly you fit in front of him.

When Sebastian’s fingers pulled against your front wall, his other hand thumbed your nipple. You gasped at the dual sensations and Sebastian smirked at your reflection. “See? You like that, don’t you?”

When he pulled his fingers from you, you whimpered at the loss of pressure and the sight of your own arousal clinging to him. He groaned at his coated fingers and returned them to your clit. They pressed and prodded until you moaned again. “Right there,” Sebastian said as he ensured your eyes were still watching in the mirror. "See? This is the spot that drives you wild, isn't it?"

More and more pressure, scraping and swiping against that spot you liked; your eyes clinging to the reflection of your swollen cunt as Sebastian’s fingers danced against your flesh, his other hand squeezing your breast. 

"Sebastian, please," you begged.

It all felt far too good to be true.

“I’m going to try something,” Sebastian said in your ear. “It’s going to feel like a lot of pressure. I’ll stop if it gets to be too much, but if you can, try to relax your body, okay?”

“Okay.”

Sebastian’s middle finger sank inside of you and his hand jerked upward in quick, sharp motions, the heel of his palm dabbing against your clit. You heaved a resounding moan and your eyes finally clamped shut. 

Something was happening within your core. You’d felt it before, scraped its surface, but never pierced the barrier. It was a low simmer turned scalding, reaching a rolling boil that begged to breach its confines.

“Relax,” you heard Sebastian command. You exhaled violently, willing the tension and air to vacate your body as your eyes squeezed tighter and your chest caved. And when it did, the mounting pressure in your walls released. You cried out in surprise, stunned at the dizzying pleasure that pulsed through your core as your back arched and thighs quivered. It shocked your body until you were so sensitive, you were gritting your teeth. 

Sebastian’s hand didn’t stop until you did, and when your high finally subsided, you slumped into spineless submission, still whimpering at the foreign feeling between your legs.

When your eyes finally dared to glance toward the mirror, you caught a glimpse of your fucked out reflection, hair plastered to your crimson face while Sebastian stared at you in awe.

You wanted to praise him, worship him at an altar of the utmost holiness; crawl on your knees atop a bed of nails just to prove your gratitude and worth; declare your unwavering devotion to him, a god among mere mortals.

Your religion was Sebastian Sallow and you were the ultimate disciple. 

“I…” You didn’t know why you were bothering to try for words. Nothing you said could restore your dignity – not that you wanted it back. Not after that feeling; that precious jolt of new euphoria. Sebastian had earned his rightful place as God in your eyes.

“Are you alright?” Sebastian asked, still eyeing you in the mirror.

You wished you could fire off some sort of witty response. That was your best defense when left in a vulnerable state, and you’d never felt more vulnerable than in this moment. Hell, you were still slumped against Sebastian with your skirt hiked around your waist while his hand lingered against your soaked entrance. 

The comedown from your climax felt like the worst celebration ever – a birthday party held in a funeral parlor. Your nerves lingered with elation but your brain filled with panic, especially as you realized Sebastian’s hard cock was still pressed into your lower back.

You reached behind your own back for it and heard him hiss when your fingers curled around its outline, still straining against the fabric of his trousers.

“Not tonight, darling,” he said, wrapping his own fingers around your wrist to stop you.

“But-”

“No. Remember our deal?”

“That was hardly a deal,” you said, meeting his gaze in the mirror. Your knees had fallen shut and the front of your blouse was askew, making it difficult for you to take yourself seriously. “It was more of a declaration on your behalf.”

“And it seems my declaration was correct, was it not?”

“Obviously, it was,” you admitted. You were in no state to claim otherwise. Not when you were still panting, your cunt still twitching from the aftermath of your first orgasm that came at the literal hands of Sebastian Sallow. 

Sebastian’s reflection flashed you a proud smirk. You knew he'd likely hold this above you forever. What you didn't know was how eager he was to relieve himself at the memory of you falling apart for the first time around his fingers. He couldn't believe he'd been the one to achieve that honor.

"Then perhaps you can make it up to me some other time,” he said.

“Some other time? You plan on doing this again?” you challenged as you began to button your blouse. 

Finally, that vulnerability you’d been feeling coursed its way into Sebastian. He swallowed and dropped his gaze. “Only if it interests you,” he said, feigning nonchalance with a shrug. “You know, if you still find those other sorry blokes are unable to leave you satisfied.”

"I suppose you're pretty pleased with yourself, aren't you?" you murmured.

"Not nearly as pleased as you, it seems."

You wanted to roll your eyes at him or call him a rude name, but how could you possibly aim any harsh words at the man who had just introduced you to utopia?

Not wanting to appear too eager to linger between his legs, you begrudgingly rose to your feet to adjust your skirt and panties. Sebastian remained seated and you couldn’t help but sneak a glance at the tent in his trousers, which you noted looked much more impressive than Eric Northcott’s. You decided there would absolutely be a next time.

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I’ve never seen anyone use this but can you do a fic about first time Ominis, and he slowly drags his wand down MC’s body to see her

Hi anon! I loved this request and hope it's what you were aiming for. I love when intimacy becomes much more than standard smut.

I'll Look After You

Ominis Gaunt x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit / MDNI (all characters are 18+) Words: ~3450 Summary: After you told your boyfriend, Ominis Gaunt, that you're ready to advance your relationship to the next level, he's nervous, especially since he can't see you. You show him you'll always be there to look after him. Tags: F/M, second person POV, reader insert, no y/n, smut, loss of virginity Notes: Characters are 18-year-old seventh-years.

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Ominis Gaunt was easily overstimulated. That came as no surprise to those who knew him, given his sensitivity to sound and touch. Though he could not see, he always seemed to be acutely aware of everything happening around him.

That’s why the sound of the pelting rain already had him on edge. It’s not that he disliked rainfall; in fact, it often soothed him. But tonight, its harsh drumming against the extravagant windows of the Great Hall made him tense. 

Ominis didn’t fear much these days. After all he’d been through, fear was an asinine concept. He’d survived a grueling childhood full of torture and torment. He’d watched his parents turn his siblings into pawns — all part of their grand chess match to maintain pureblood status. He’d lost his beloved Aunt Noctua to Salazar Slytherin’s sinister games. Then he’d watched his own best friend delve into the dark arts in desperation to save someone too damaged for repair. 

But the most terrifying task Ominis had faced was you. You scared him more than any unforgivable curse or secret scriptorium. You were the only force that threatened to dismantle the great Ominis Gaunt, because you were the only person he loved. 

But lucky for him, you loved him back. 

Your relationship blossomed from the close bonds of friendship (rooted with traumatic ties, thanks to Sebastian Sallow) to a trusting romance crafted with quiet intimacy and mutual adoration. The past three months had been a daunting whirlwind of beautiful moments, but the most intimidating one was yet to come. And that’s why Ominis Gaunt was presently sweating over his roasted potatoes at dinner. 

You were enjoying dinner at the Ravenclaw table, blissfully unaware of the war raging inside Ominis’ head. Or so he thought. In truth, you knew your boyfriend well enough to detect his trepidation days ago.

It started the previous weekend, when you and Ominis spent a quiet, cozy evening in the Undercroft. Sebastian had gone to Feldcroft, leaving your shared secret space reserved just for you and Ominis. It was then that you mentioned to Ominis you were ready to advance the nature of your relationship.

“Wh-what?” he stammered at your revelation. You smiled at him, though his cloudy eyes stared straight ahead.

“I think we should have sex,” you said, your tone steady and bold. “Don’t you?”

Ominis fiddled with the sleeve of his robe as he searched his mind for something to say. The honest, unabashed answer was yes – an irrefutable, resounding yes. But there was more to it than that. You knew that, but you also knew Ominis would be too apprehensive to say so.

He was a virgin. You weren’t, thanks to the summer before your sixth year when you had a fling with Garreth Weasley. You told Ominis so and he didn’t mind, though you knew that made the task even more daunting for him. You had something, someone to compare him to. Ominis had spent his entire life being told he didn’t measure up to his family’s lofty standards and demands; what if you decided the same?

“I suppose so,” Ominis admitted carefully. “But you know… you know I’ve never-”

“I know,” you interjected with a gentle tone. “And I promise, I’ll look after you. I always do, don’t I?” 

Ominis nodded in silent agreement. He knew you would take care of him. You’d always gone out of your way to help him, whether it was fetching his ingredients during Potions class or helping him tie his shoelaces – without magic – because you enjoyed small acts of service to show him you cared. Ominis didn’t need your help – he had his wand for guidance and magic for completing tasks – but he allowed you to assist when you offered, because it was a mutual form of intimacy that had nothing to do with physical touch.

But now, you wanted physical touch. Ominis did, too – he’d wanted that since the day he met you, when his wand signaled something special about you when you neared. Sure, he nearly took your head off when he scolded you for daring to set foot in the Undercroft (again, Sebastian’s fault) but even then, something about your presence made Ominis stutter. Now that you were his, he spent a distressing amount of time thinking about you on a much more erotic level.

So now that you’d voiced your desires, Ominis had spent the past five days nervously preparing. You hadn’t pressured him – hell, you hadn’t even brought up the topic of sex since that evening in the Undercroft, but Ominis knew it would happen tonight. Sebastian was leaving for London to visit Anne at St. Mungo’s for the weekend. 

Neither of you discussed it. There was no need. There seemed to be an unspoken agreement that it would happen tonight, and you were both preparing in your own ways. 

Ominis was desperate to ensure everything would be perfect. Though he didn’t come across as a romantic at the surface, he’d fight like hell to make you happy. Of course, you regarded yourself as being fairly low-maintenance. You didn’t expect grand gestures, nor did you need to be swept off your feet. You merely wanted your boyfriend to remain the kind and gentle person you’d always known.

Regardless, Ominis had already made arrangements to have three-dozen peonies delivered to the castle – one bouquet for each month you’d been in an official relationship. 

He also had plans to tidy up the Undercroft. He didn’t need eyesight to know the room was dingy and dusty, not quite the scene for romantic endeavors. He decided he’d try his damndest to make the place more cozy and less, well, creepy.

You and Ominis had plans to meet in the Undercroft at 8:00, but he slipped from the Great Hall, his food largely untouched, around 7:15 to prepare. When he noticed you were no longer seated at the Ravenclaw table, he assumed you had returned to Ravenclaw Tower to freshen up.

Ominis returned to the Slytherin dungeons to fetch the flowers that had arrived in the afternoon. He frowned as the tip of his wand hovered above the peonies. He realized he had asked for deep pink because it was your favorite, but he didn’t know what that actually meant, nor could he verify he’d received the right color. What if they were light pink, or white? Were they romantic enough? What if you were disappointed by them? He sighed and shook his head at his absurd anxieties before exiting the Slytherin Common Room.

He froze when he stepped into the Undercroft.

“Y-you’re early,” he stammered as he sensed your presence.

“So are you,” you mused. You couldn’t help but smile at Ominis’ clear disdain. You should have known he’d have the same idea as you.

You arrived an hour early to the Undercroft to make your own preparations. You’d transformed the old tattered sofa into something much more plush and comfy. The cobwebs that usually clung to the corners of the room were cleared, and the table that typically housed Sebastian’s old collection of dusty books was now covered with flickering candles.

Ominis blinked as his wand scanned the room, revealing your work. “But… but I was going to do all of this,” he said.

“You didn’t have to,” you laughed. “Besides, we both know I’m better at transfiguration spells anyway.”

“But I wanted to surprise you.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Ominis, you know I don’t like surprises,” you pointed out. He sighed and extended the flowers toward you.

“All of those are for me?” you asked with a smile.

“No, they’re for Professor Sharp. Of course, they’re yours.”

You snorted at his sarcasm and took the bouquets. “I love this shade of pink,” you said happily as you conjured a large vase. “Though three bouquets is more than enough – rather excessive, honestly.”

“I wanted to do something nice for you.”

You gazed at him softly and moved toward him to hug him around the waist, the flowers forgotten on the table. “You always do nice things for me,” you noted after you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Like helping me with my Divination assignments, and keeping me out of Azkaban.” You smirked as you watched the corners of his lips curve in a faint smile. “Anyway,” you continued as you tugged gently on Ominis’ hand to guide him toward the sofa. “Let’s sit. Tell me how your day was.”

In all honesty, neither of you gave a flying fuck about Ominis’ day, but you wanted him to feel at ease. It was the same type of day he always had and you both knew it. His evening would be much more interesting.

“It was fine,” Ominis replied, his voice edged with nervousness as he sat next to you, his wand resting at his side. You curled your feet beneath yourself and leaned on him to rest your head against his chest. You could practically hear his heart rattling. Though he was always warm, his frame felt particularly hot. He’d normally relax in your presence, melt at your fond touch, but right now, he was tense. His knuckles were white while his nails dug divots into his smooth palms.

It was exactly the kind of behavior that made you love Ominis to begin with. For as poised and proper as he always appeared, he became so pliable when it came to you. Tonight, though, you didn’t want him to feel flustered. You only wanted him to feel you.

“Ominis,” you started gently, your hand resting atop his. You squeezed it assuredly, as if it would ease his curled fist. When he unflexed his hand, you laced your fingers with his. “Just relax. It’s me.”

He nodded silently, his chest still puffed out. 

“Maybe you should take your jacket off,” you offered. “It’s awfully hot in here, all these candles, you know?” You helped Ominis ease his jacket off and tossed it on the armchair across from you. “Better?”

“Better,” Ominis admitted, though his voice was a croak. 

You began to wonder if this was a bad idea. Maybe he wasn’t ready for sex yet, and you surely were in no place to pressure him. You loved him far too much to ask him to do anything that made him uneasy. You’d done enough of that your fifth year during Sebastian’s little downward spiral.

But did Ominis know that? You realized you’d never outwardly told him you loved him. You were certain he’d felt it, but maybe he needed your reassurance, and this seemed like the right moment. 

“Ominis,” you said carefully, your hands holding his. You paused, your eyes searching his expression for any sign you should stop yourself. But he remained patient, curious to know what you had to say. He always wanted to hear your thoughts. “You know I love you, right?”

Ominis’ eyes widened immediately. You watched him inhale sharply and held your own breath as you anticipated his response.

“You do?”

“Yes.”

“Oh. Well, I love you too, you know.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

“I feel like I was supposed to be the one to say it first,” Ominis sighed. You rolled your eyes. 

“How very chauvinistic of you,” you quipped. Ominis glowered at you and you grinned. “Now that that’s out of the way, I want you to know that we don’t have to do anything tonight,” you continued. “That’s not the point of our relationship. I’ll never ask you to do something you don’t want.”

“I know,” Ominis said quietly. “But I do want it. I just… want to get it right.”

“Nothing can happen tonight that will make me think any less of you,” you noted.

“I know,” Ominis said again. “I just wish I could see you. If I could only see one thing in this world, it’d be you.”

Your eyes softened at his admission. Ominis was often vulnerable with you, but he rarely discussed his vision. He’d come to terms with it long before he met you, but it still felt cruelly unfair that he couldn’t look at the one person he loved.

“Ominis,” you said softly. “I know you can’t see me. But it’s always felt like you can. You see me in ways no one else does. That’s why I love you.” You sat up straighter to turn and face him as you reached for his wand hand. You lifted it until the tip of his wand rested gently against your chest. “Besides, even if you can’t see me, you can feel me.”

Ominis’ breathing became louder; so loud, you started to grow concerned he was having some sort of respiratory attack. But when you shifted again to stand, he snapped a hand around your wrist. The tip of his wand remained pressed to your chest. 

The air inside the Undercroft seemed to shift, as if it understood the change in both of your pulses. Now, the room hummed with a sultry energy, its braziers bouncing their flames above you.

Without another word, you slowly began to unbutton your blouse. You moved slowly and deliberately, allowing the tip of Ominis’ wand to detect your every move. Its ruby tip cast a soft glow across your skin until you were bare chested.

“Ominis,” you said steadily as you stood. You slid your shirt all the way off and added your skirt and undergarments to the pile on the floor, leaving you fully exposed. “I want you to feel me. I want you to take your time and feel me until you can picture me.”

Ominis stood, his wand guiding him to your waiting form. You held your breath as your heart began to thump. The cool tip of his wand found your shoulder and traced gently over the ridge of your collarbone. It sent a shiver down your spine.

When the wand reached your chest, Ominis stopped. You could sense his hesitation to explore you on such an intimate level, but you remained patient. Slowly, the crimson tip cast itself against your right breast and followed the curve until it reached your nipple. You drew a shaky breath, though Ominis was breathing heavier.

As Ominis’ wand found your other breast, its tip showing him the goosebumps scattered across your flesh, you couldn’t help but notice the bulge forming in his pants. When you licked your bottom lip in arousal, Ominis seemed to sense it. He shifted from one foot to the other, his flushed cheeks matching the glow of his wand.

“Keep going,” you whispered as you felt the wand tip drag toward your stomach. Ominis obliged and you could feel the heat swelling in your core. The wand inched lower and lower, tickling your skin until it glided past your belly button and drifted outward to your left hip bone. It took every ounce of control to contain the urge to buck your hips forward. Instead, you held still, waiting for Ominis to continue.

You could feel the conflict clashing inside of him. He wanted this just as much as you did, but he was terrified by the prospect of any shortcoming. 

“Do you trust me?” you breathed. He nodded without pause. You reached for his wand hand to guide it over your body, pulling the tip away from your hips toward the space between your thighs. It hovered there as Ominis’ eyes stared blankly ahead, his jaw clenched in anticipation. The bulge in his trousers was now a tight peak.

You dipped the tip of his wand until it touched your slit. If Ominis hadn’t sensed your arousal earlier, it was evident now. His hand began to shake beneath yours.

“Just breathe,” you whispered. You weren't sure if you were talking to Ominis or to yourself.

Ominis nodded and guided his wand until it pressed gently against your clit. You whined at the touch, your eyes falling shut. Ominis’ knuckles grew taut around his wand handle, as if he could feel your pulse surging through the wood. His hand continued to shake. The shudder sent a jolt through your tiny bundle of nerves and you moaned.

“You’re so beautiful,” Ominis murmured. 

It was a special moment upheld by mutual trust; you, trusting Ominis with his wand and power pointed at your most vulnerable spot; Ominis, trusting you to see everything for him.

You released his hand. He seemed surprised, but you already had a plan in mind. 

“Can we continue?” you asked gently. He nodded. 

You took a step backward toward the sofa and Ominis immediately missed the connection between his wand and your body. But you decided he no longer needed it. You plucked the wand from his hand and rested it on the side table.

“Don’t worry,” you whispered. “Now that you've seen me, you can feel me. I’ll look after you, remember?” 

You guided him by the front of his shirt to sit, your fingers pulling his shirt buttons open as you stood over him. You dragged your outstretched palms across his bare chest and slipped his shirt off. 

When you went for his belt buckle, his hands gripped the back of the sofa. He made his best attempt at composure as he listened to you undress him from the waist down. When he was fully unclothed, your eyes scanned him in quiet observation.

You couldn’t believe the two of you had managed to find each other in a life so full of chaos and cruelty. Fate could have dropped you anywhere on the map, or at any point in time, yet here you were, together.

For as wicked as life had been for you both, you felt so fucking lucky to have found Ominis Gaunt.

He sat rigid, unsure what to make of your silence, so you decided that occupying your mouth would occupy his overactive brain. You dropped to your knees in front of him and took him into your mouth. He gasped at the sudden warmth.

Your tongue flattened against his velveteen flesh as you dragged it along his length. When you reached the tip, you wrapped your lips tight and sucked until he glided toward the back of your throat. He moaned above you. As you bobbed your head and familiarized yourself with the only part of Ominis you hadn't known, his fingers tangled in your hair. You couldn’t help but relish the knowledge you were the only one to ever afford him with such pleasure. But you were also desperate for your own.

You released him and climbed on top of him, your legs straddling his thighs. 

“Alright?” you asked. You peered at him with affection, searching for any sign that indicated he was unsure. 

“Alright. You?”

“Alright.” You smiled and pulled him into a soft kiss. “Still trust me to look after you?”

“Of course.” 

With Ominis’ blessing, you eased yourself downward until the tip of his cock prodded your entrance. You felt his breath hitch as you sank lower, slowly and carefully as you willed yourself to relax. The mounting pressure made your slick walls flinch.

“You feel so fucking good,” Ominis groaned. It was enough to make you giggle. Ominis rarely ever cursed. You welcomed the light moment, your laughter easing your body’s tension.

Once Ominis had you filled, his hands felt for your waist. You rocked forward and moaned at the way your walls molded around his cock. You lifted your hips slowly and dipped downward again until you both adjusted to your new bond. It was a dizzying moment, made possible by an intense adoration and the shared desire to prove it.

“You’re so hard,” you whimpered as you drove your hips downward, certain his size could split you apart if you weren’t careful — not that caution was present anywhere in your brain at the moment.

Instead, you hastened your pace in search of the imminent high. The sounds of your slick union carried across the Undercroft until your moans drowned them out. Your nails pricked against the skin of Ominis’ shoulders but neither of you paid any mind. All feeling was focused on the friction between your legs.

Your back arched as Ominis’ cock prodded your sweet spot, your bobbing hips rutting your most sensitive patch over his tip. The chorus of your moans reached its peak as you felt your walls start to flutter. Your attempt to cry his name slipped out as a choked whimper as your body crashed downward for the last time, the pressure from Ominis’ cock triggering your release.

He didn’t need to see you to sense the way your body responded to him. It provoked his own climax and soon, he was spilling into you with a sharp gasp until his frame relaxed.

You both caught your breaths, your chests rising and falling in sync as you said nothing. The Undercroft felt cool again, as if it knew it could return to its normal state. 

“Are you okay?” you asked gently, your eyes studying Ominis carefully.

“Of course,” he rasped. He gazed at you with a fresh, calm affection; much different from the nervous wreck he’d been earlier. His hand drifted from your hip up the curve of your waist until it cupped your face. “Thank you for always being so good to me.”

You smiled slyly and pecked a kiss to his flushed cheek. “Told you I’d look out for you.”

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Hi I found your blog the other day and I fell in love with your writing. I was wondering if I could request something if they are open of course.

Sebastian x MC

The idea that I had was to the song Oscar winning tears by raye

His lips parted, another excuse or apology forming, but she didn’t give him the chance. Instead, she stepped back, her gaze unwavering. “And baby, baby, baby,” she said, her voice laced with quiet, cutting finality, “would you really go ahead? Would you go ahead and just cry, cry, cry?” She tilted her head, her tone almost mocking now. “Cry those Oscar-winning tears, baby.”

Something like this but you can rewrite it however you like, but I feel like the song Oscar winning tears is such a good song for Sebastian and MC because it’s about the man being manipulative to get his way and as much as I love Sebastian, he was very manipulative.

@iloveyou420 Hi, thanks for the request! (My first one!) I do love this song, so I hope I captured what you were envisioning. ❤️ Don't hesitate to let me know if you have any suggestions, I'm all for feedback. (PS: If you like manipulative Seb, keep an eye out for a chapter story I'll be dropping soon. All kinds of manipulation to come.) Thank you so much for reading my work, btw!

Oscar-Winning Tears

Sebastian Sallow x MC (Female named Veronica Greengrass)

Rating: T (language) Word count: 2,503 Themes: Breakup, couple's fight, angst, manipulation, MC is so done Notes: Inspired by "Oscar Winning Tears" by RAYE

It was meant to be, but it wasn’t meant to last. 

That much had become clear to Veronica Greengrass as she stood, teary-eyed in that empty Feldcroft cottage.

It wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. There had been too many highs, too many sweet moments worth savoring, for it to end this way. They’d become too close, too simpatico, to reach such a cruel conclusion.

But as she watched Sebastian Sallow toss the final stack of books from his collection into a crate, the reality was clear. He was packing up his life and she wasn’t among the belongings. 

The pair were in Feldcroft for the first time since the fateful day Sebastian killed his uncle. It felt like they’d lived a hundred lifetimes since then, though it’d only been weeks.

Anne was gone. She packed her things and left for London, claiming she’d rather be in St. Mungo’s than look at her twin brother again. 

Ominis was gone, too. He agreed to keep Sebastian’s secret but made it clear their friendship wouldn’t recover. 

The wounds were still fresh, still trying to seal themselves over with scars that would never look unblemished. Veronica was the only one still standing in Sebastian’s life, the only one who had tried to see the light beneath the boy’s misguided darkness, but her own light had become dangerously dim.

She was losing herself in the lies Sebastian had created. The entire falsehood of their relationship shifted into focus when it became clear she was another expendable character in the timeline of his life. She couldn’t carry on this way, not when he made it so clear that he’d be perfectly content to carry on without her.

The fight started simple enough, the same way most did. Veronica questioned why Sebastian was so insistent on selling the Feldcroft cottage. It had been his home for years. It had been Anne’s home – what if she came around, decided to forgive him? What if she wanted to come home?

“I’ll stay here,” Veronica offered. “I’ll take care of the place.” It’s not like she had a home of her own. She was going to spend the summer drifting between her friends’ homes, which she looked forward to, but to have an actual, real place to call home outside of Hogwarts was what she needed most.

But Sebastian merely scoffed at her suggestion. 

“I have no use for this place anymore,” he said. “If Anne’s not here, I’m not going to choose to remain in the place that reminds me of her… of what happened.”

Instead, Sebastian had plans to travel to continue his search for a cure for Anne. He said he had discovered more leads – everything from more mysterious relics to complex potions brewed with elusive ingredients. Anne had begged and pleaded with him to stop his pursuit, but Sebastian was too stubborn to relent. To be fair, he had promised her no more dark magic, but insisted there were more options to explore.

“So then what am I supposed to do?” Veronica asked. “Just sit around and wait for you to return?”

Sebastian blinked. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what about us?”

“We’ll be fine,” Sebastian said with a shrug. “I’ll try to see you as much as you can. Or you could always come with me. The offer still stands.”

Veronica was exhausted. Not just from talking in circles with Sebastian, who kept nudging her to accompany him on his travels, but from the weight of everything that had happened in mere weeks – and from Sebastian’s refusal to discuss any of it.

First, she had battled and defeated Ranrok in the repository, then she lost Professor Fig, her beloved mentor. The trauma and physical injuries landed her in the hospital wing for a week, but she didn’t get a chance to process any of it before Sebastian made the stupid decision to return to the Feldcroft catacomb. Veronica witnessed death twice in mere weeks, and no one took a moment to ask her if she was okay.

“It’s just that… I just feel like I need a break from it all,” she said. Simply standing in Solomon’s empty cottage seemed to be draining her energy as it reminded her of what happened. The candles and trinkets were gone. Stacks of letters had been burned. The beds were empty, their cozy plaid blankets collecting dust.

“I’m tired too,” Sebastian said. He wasn’t even looking at Veronica as he continued to toss his belongings in a bag. “But I can’t stop now. I’m more certain than ever that there’s a cure for Anne.”

“On what grounds?” Veronica demanded. “Sebastian, you were so sure about the relic, too.”

“The relic may have been the answer,” Sebastian shot back. “It might have helped if Solomon hadn’t destroyed it.”

“So without the relic, why are you certain there’s another answer out there? What proof do you have?”

“I don’t know,” Sebastian snapped. He straightened up, his gaze flickering with annoyance. “I read about some elixirs that have healed people with grave illnesses. I figure maybe if I can collect the ingredients, I can find a potioneer to help me brew them.”

“Sebastian, that’s dangerous,” Veronica said. “Those ingredients could be anywhere and you don’t know what’ll happen if you combine them. Anne could get sicker-”

“Well she’s not getting any better, is she?” Sebastian retorted.

Veronica bit her lip to halt a response she’d regret. No, Anne wasn’t getting any better. That was the entire point of Rookwood’s curse on her. And there didn’t seem to be any answers, especially with Rookwood dead. 

“Everyone else has moved on,” Veronica said carefully. “Perhaps you should, too.”

“I’m not giving up on Anne!” Sebastian’s shout echoed through the empty home. “If you want to give up, that’s fine, but don’t pretend to care about her then.”

“I do care!” Veronica cried, tears stinging her eyes. “You know I do. If there was something I thought could help her, you know I would.”

“Then why don’t you trust me?” Sebastian demanded. “I’m telling you I have a lead on a cure and you don’t believe me. Or are you giving up now because this little adventure no longer suits you?”

“That’s not fucking fair,” Veronica hissed. “I’ve been through a lot, yet here I am, standing here with you, trying to help you.”

“A lot of help you are, nagging me instead of planning with me,” Sebastian muttered.

The air inside the cottage seemed to shift. It was early June, meaning the breeze outside was warm and pleasant as it drifted across the flowers in bloom, but the interior of the Sallow cottage felt heavy and stale. Like the dust that coated the cottage’s surfaces and the creaks in the wood floorboards, Veronica felt tired and worn, ready to be cleansed of the past.

Her chest tightened as she grappled with fight or flight mode. She wasn’t one to back down from anything, but right now, she was so damn tired of fighting.

“Fine,” she finally said, coaxing her tone to remain steady and poised. “Sounds like you’ve got it all figured out and don’t need my help. I’ll see you around, Sebastian.”

She didn’t dare look him in the eye as she strode toward the door, her shoes tapping softly with her steps. If she looked at him, she knew she’d lose her composure and her nerve. 

She was about five paces from the door when Sebastian said, “So that’s it? You’re just going to leave me when I need you the most?”

So much for composure. So much for flight mode. So much for trying to leave with dignity and grace. So much for trying to preserve her final memories with Sebastian Sallow with fondness.

Veronica whipped around, her dark hair swaying as she steadied herself to face Sebastian. Months of repressed rage, frustration and wounds threatened to spill from her, despite the way her eyes continued to shimmer with tears.

“You’re fucking joking,” she spat as she glared at him in disgust. Sebastian seemed taken aback by her shift in mood. Sure, they argued and bickered through the course of their relationship, but even in those bitter moments, Veronica had always looked at him with empathy.

Now, her kind eyes had been replaced with a cold detachment Sebastian had never seen from her.

“What about when I needed you?” Veronica continued. “Where were you during everything that happened with Ranrok?”

“You had Professor Fig, you didn’t need me!”

“Professor Fig died, Sebastian. Where were you then? Where were you the day of his funeral? Why did Ominis have to be the one to console me rather than my boyfriend, who was too preoccupied with a stupid relic?”

“I-”

“Where were you when I was in the hospital wing, Sebastian? You visited me once, for about twenty minutes, before you gave some senseless excuse about needing to get to the library before it closed. And the next thing I knew, Ominis was summoning me to the catacomb to stop you from making a mess before I could even fully heal. Where were you?”

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t,” Veronica spat. “Don’t apologize for things you don’t mean.”

Tears were streaming down her cheeks, which had become red and puffy from the sting of them. She couldn’t suppress a sob as she confronted every source of anguish that had plagued her since the start of her fifth year, since the day she met Sebastian Sallow.

She didn’t know how she managed to let him sink beneath her skin. One moment, they were “kindred spirits” wielding wands in the Undercroft. The next, he was holding her, telling her how happy he was to have met her, how he couldn’t help but fall in love with her.

And she believed him. 

Veronica began to question Sebastian’s intentions after they explored the Overlook Mine. She told him about Lodgok and he chided her, calling her ignorant for trusting a goblin. Then she tried to reason with him about the relic and he accused her of not caring about him or Anne.

But despite every ounce of Veronica’s better judgment that begged her brain to be reasonable, she buried her hesitations in the back of her mind. She told herself that Sebastian was merely a boy driven by optimism and the belief that his sister deserved someone to fight for her. He deserved to be loved and appreciated, especially after life had been so cruel during his upbringing. 

So instead of shying away from him, Veronica had foolishly decided the challenge that was Sebastian Sallow would be worth the effort. When she should have dug in her heels, she instead stumbled for the freckled boy and all of his chaos and charm, the endearing and the alarming.

She thought she was fixing Sebastian Sallow. In truth, he was breaking her with his manipulation. 

“What do you want me to say, Veronica?” Sebastian asked, his gaze shifting to frustration. 

“I want you to tell me the truth. I want you to admit that you’ve been using me all along.”

“What?” Sebastian’s eyes sharpened at the accusation. “How can you even say that?”

“Because we’ve both known it all along,” Veronica said flatly. 

She knew she wasn’t going to back down or give in to whatever excuses or apologies Sebastian was going to offer. There was a sense of finality she refused to shed, even when he said he needed her.

“Veronica, I never- I love you,” Sebastian stammered. 

“No, you don’t. You loved what you thought I could do for you. And Anne.”

“That’s not fair-”

“Isn’t it?” Veronica steeled herself and willed her nerves to say the words she’d banished for so long. “Sebastian, you’ve used me from the start. The moment you found out about my magic, you manipulated me. Then you used me to get us out of that scriptorium and to reason with Ominis so that he wouldn’t put an end to any of your antics. And let’s not forget about Anne. I know you paraded me in front of her to make her think having a girlfriend would keep you grounded and serve as a distraction from dark magic.”

“I didn’t think-”

“No, you didn’t, did you? Sebastian, you have not thought of anyone but yourself since the day we met,” Veronica continued. “You weren’t thinking of me when I was fighting for my life against Ranrok and Rookwood. You weren’t thinking of me when you trapped me in your web of dark magic. You weren’t thinking of me when you let me fall in love with you. You weren’t even thinking of me when you decided to sell this cottage, even though you know I have nowhere to call home.”

If Veronica hadn’t been so determined to win this battle for herself, she would have been startled by the tears that were now forming in Sebastian’s eyes. 

“None of that’s true!” he insisted. “I only wanted to get to know you. And when I did, I fell in love with you. I need you.”

“Liar.” Veronica swallowed, her mind screaming at her to leave, to ensure she wouldn’t give Sebastian the slimmest chance at talking her into staying. He’d already duped her so many times and his tears were making it difficult to look at him. She had to be as strong as she knew she could be. She had to feel something other than someone else’s pain for once.

“I’m not lying,” Sebastian sputtered, his hands flailing and his palms opening for emphasis. He reached up to swipe away his tears on his shirt sleeve, but what was once a sympathetic sight now felt pathetic in Veronica’s eyes. 

Sebastian’s lips parted, another excuse or apology forming, but she didn’t give him the chance. Instead, she stepped back, her gaze unwavering. 

“Would you really go ahead?” she said, her voice laced with quiet, cutting finality. “Would you really go ahead? Would you go ahead and just cry?” She tilted her head, her tone almost mocking now. “Cry those tears.”

“Why are you being like this?” Sebastian begged.

Veronica barked a laugh. “I wish I could say now you’ll know how it feels. But we both know that isn’t the case,” she said. “For you to know how it feels to be hurt and used, you have to genuinely feel that way. Most days, I’m not sure you feel much of anything.”

The sound of Sebastian’s sniffling replaced their voices as a solemn silence settled over the cottage. Veronica eyed Sebastian with anguish – half aching as she grieved the end of their relationship and half of it in anger over his final attempt at manipulation.

She turned again to approach the door, pausing as her hand rested on the handle to look at him one final time, for the last time.

“Keep crying, Sebastian,” she breathed. “I hope someday, you’ll realize that your actions have left you with no one to wipe your tears, real or fake.”

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you’re so talented! i love your writing. i would love some more smut about sebastian. plot kind of angsty but it builds up to something more. we think he doesn’t like us but he proves us wrong? i hope this makes sense! thank you for solving my content drought in advance 😩

Sebastian Sallow angst and smut? Say no more lovely anon, I got you. Thank you for the kind words and request! 💖

Read Black Butterflies & Deja Vu here

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Hi I had a smutty request for a three-way with Ominis, Sebastian and MC-

so like they’re all close friends and have been since fifth year but as they’ve grown older they got in this sorta “platonic” three way relationship where both boys have grown very protective over her and have feelings but MC is painfully oblivious (both boys kno about each others feelings for MC tho), and it gets to the point where they just get so fed up with her (adorable) innocence and obliviousness that they make it a point to show their feelings to her. Obviously ends in a three way, but I imagine like pinning her wrists down, not bc she’s protesting but bc they want complete control to “show their affection”, and lil bit of body warship, maybe mild choking, but MC is like putty in their hands like completely just submissive idk lol I’d love to see u interpret and write this

Hi lovely anon! Thank you for entrusting me with this request! I hope you like it and I appreciate you endlessly!

Read "Darling, Dear" here.

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i, too, would like something similar to ‘girls night’ 😩 something about sneaking around or trying to be quiet is an itch i can’t quite scratch myself and the way you set the scene is just spectacular!

Hi anon! Ask and you shall receive! Thank you for the request and I appreciate your readership! 💖

Read Keep Quiet here.

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Keep Quiet

Sebastian Sallow x Original F!MC

Rating: Explicit 18+, MDNI (smut, profanity), all characters are 18+ Words: 2,901 Tags: shameless smut, sneaking around, quiet sex, semi-public sex

Summary: Sequel to "Girls' Night." Sebastian Sallow and Emmeline Alexander are having a tough time keeping their hands off one another now that their romance is in full force. That includes clandestine encounters at the Feldcroft cottage and during a party in the Gryffindor Common Room.

Notes: Thank you to the anon and others who requested more from the Girls' Night storyline! Same characters here, all 18-year-old seventh years. You don't have to read Girls' Night first to understand this (it's literally just shameless smut), but it's recommended.

Read on AO3 or below the cut.

Emmeline Alexander sighed contentedly as she sank lower into the bathtub. The soothing scent of lavender consumed her senses as she closed her eyes to enjoy the relaxing, hot water.

She was spending the weekend in Feldcroft with Sebastian, Ominis and Anne, a quiet escape from the bustling Hogwarts castle. The four had just finished dinner and Anne retired to her bedroom. Sebastian and Ominis were reading in the living room, so Emmeline seized the opportunity to take a relaxing bubble bath.

Life hadn’t changed exponentially since Emmeline and Sebastian accelerated their relationship from friends to lovers. They hadn’t wanted anything to change, determined to maintain the bond that made them fall in love to begin with. They still talked, joked and bantered like friends, but now they had a new sense of affection they were proud to display.

Anne thought it was sweet. Ominis said it was nauseating, but even he couldn’t conceal a faint smile when the couple would cozy up together to quietly enjoy the other’s company. It seemed they had found an escape from their cruel pasts in one another.

Of course, a new romance also brought the thrill of sex and exploring a new body, and Sebastian and Emmeline wasted no time.

But tonight, Emmeline was content to merely share her body with the bubbles that clung to her skin, covering her breasts just above the water’s surface. Her muscles melted and her eyes fell shut as the warmth enveloped her.

She wasn’t sure how long she had dozed off, but when she woke up, all the bubbles were gone. But it wasn’t the absence of their soothing scent that had pulled her from her nap. It was someone’s hand between her thighs.

Her eyes shot open and she gasped.

“Sebastian!” she hissed. “What are you doing in here?”

Her boyfriend’s freckled face smirked at her. He was seated on a small wooden stool next to the tub, reaching over the edge into the water between her legs. His fingers grazed her thighs and lingered just outside her entrance.

“Sebastian, stop,” Emmeline giggled. Sebastian motioned for her to be quiet, knowing Anne was likely sleeping right across the hall while Ominis sat in an armchair in the living room just below them.

He held Emmeline’s gaze, his eyes glinting with lustful mischief as his fingers inched their way over her clit. She inhaled sharply at the pressure.

Back and forth, he dragged his fingers until she issued a soft whimper. He shifted patterns, tracing loose circles until he felt her hips shift and legs part more. He flashed a facetious grin and sank two fingers into her. He had to hold his breath to stifle a groan at the slickness that differed from the bath water.

Sebastian pumped his fingers slowly at first, savoring the feeling of her plush passage. He liked to think he was familiar with every inch of her now, but he was certain he’d always be in awe of her body.

He took his time as he played with her walls until Emmeline whined for more, lifting her hips upward, sending ripples across the water.

Sebastian’s fingers darted faster, lunging upward with more force. Water sloshed over Emmeline’s body as her fingers gripped the sides of the tub until her knuckles were white. 

“Seb,” she panted.

“Shh!” Sebastian smirked as he relished the vision below him. She was clearly flustered by the need to be quiet. Sebastian had learned early on in their romance that she was anything but discreet in the bedroom.

Sebastian’s fingers twisted and dug inside her, beckoning a release. Emmeline’s breaths were labored as she fought the need to moan. She hummed through clenched teeth as Sebastian’s fingers pulled upward, his thumb pressing into her clit. One final drag of his digits dragged her over the edge. Emmeline puffed her cheeks out and clamped her eyes shut as she climaxed around Sebastian’s fingers with an exhale through her nose, her toes pressing forward against the wall of the tub until her body lifted upward.

Sebastian’s hand pumped through her orgasm until Emmeline collapsed downward into the water, sending small waves lapping against the sides. He reveled at the sight of her – cheeks flushed, hair wild as the water began to still over her body again.

He slowly dragged his hand from the tub and pressed a kiss to Emmeline’s forehead before he stood and quietly slipped from the bathroom without another sound.

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The Gryffindor Common Room roared with life. Garreth Weasley had insisted that Gryffindor could throw the best party after a Slytherin celebration got far too out of hand a couple of months prior.

Emmeline and Sebastian ducked through the portrait hole after Natty, who offered to fetch them something to drink.

“Better not be one of Weasley’s concoctions,” Sebastian warned as Natty slipped away with a laugh. 

Emmeline gazed around the room and smiled. She’d been in the Gryffindor Common Room a select number of times over her three years as a Hogwarts student, but she always appreciated its warmth. It was cozy compared to the more pristine and regal nature of the Ravenclaw Common Room or the dark, moody tone of the Slytherin Common Room, where she’d been spending more time since she began dating Sebastian.

“I don’t like it in here,” Sebastian mused quietly. “Too much red. And too many quidditch trophies.”

Emmeline rolled her eyes and tugged on Sebastian’s hand, leading him deeper into the party. They weaved through clusters of students dancing and chatting animatedly, including Garreth, who was passing around bottles of a suspicious purple liquid.

“I’ll stick with firewhiskey,” Emmeline laughed when Garreth offered her a swig. He shrugged and continued his way around the room. 

Sebastian and Emmeline assimilated to the party. They joked and laughed with their classmates, drank more firewhiskey and even convinced Ominis Gaunt to dance with Natty.

But as the liquor began to buzz through Sebastian’s body, his eyes gaze darkened with the familiar signs of desire as he followed Emmeline around the room.

“How much longer do we have to stay?” he murmured in her ear. 

Emmeline turned to him in surprise. It wasn’t like Sebastian to ever bail on a party. In truth, he typically became the life of the party.

“Since when are you one to miss out on such frivolity?” she laughed.

“Since my girlfriend decided to wear that dress I like,” he hummed in her ear. He pressed a hand to the small of her back to emphasize his intentions.

“Sebastian,” she warned. “You can’t go one night without making a mess of me?”

“No.”

Emmeline rolled her eyes at him, the faint traces of a smirk at the corners of her lips. She’d be lying if she said his constant desire for her didn’t turn her on. Attention from other boys never interested her much, but Sebastian’s had become her driving force.

It sometimes got her into trouble, though. Emmeline was just as lustful as Sebastian, if not more at times. It often compelled her to tease him. The way his eyes lingered on her in crowded rooms; the pained look on his face when she hiked up the hem of her skirt just enough to bare some skin; the desperation and need he’d show when he finally got her alone to himself… it all thrilled Emmeline until Sebastian would, of course, exact some type of revenge on her. Sometimes he’d make her wait to come; other times, he wouldn’t allow her to use her hands, or find ways to force her to be quiet. The last one was his favorite.

So Emmeline decided to have some fun with her boyfriend’s impatience. When they drank, she’d run her tongue slowly over her bottom lip as she maintained eye contact with him. When she danced, she’d rock her hips and touch her neck while he watched. When they chatted with friends, she’d find ways to sneak little bits of innuendo into the conversation.

It drove Sebastian mad. Finally, he trapped her in a corner of the common room. As music continued to vibrate off the walls, Sebastian snaked his arms around Emmeline’s waist from behind. He rested his chin on her shoulder as they gently swayed back and forth, and for a second, Emmeline thought they were having a sweet moment. But as Sebastian’s hands wandered lower, gliding from her waist to the tops of her thighs, she realized his thoughts were not on dancing.

She caught his hands with her own to stop him, but the feeling of something hard pressing into her back made her posture straighten. He was already rock hard. 

“Sebastian,” she hissed. She could feel heat beginning to swell between her thighs. She clamped them tightly together, which only worsened the ache.

“Hmm?” Sebastian murmured as his lips brushed the back of her neck. His erection dragged across her lower back. 

Emmeline’s eyes scanned the room to ensure no one was paying them any attention. Most students were well inebriated and lost in their own convictions, so Emmeline ground her hips backward against Sebastian’s. She heard him inhale sharply in her ear and smirked. They appeared to dance, Emmeline’s backside igniting a friction that made Sebastian’s cock twitch.

The heat of his breath against her neck and the low, pained grunts he whimpered in her ear made Emmeline’s cheeks flush with arousal. One particularly soft kiss behind her ear and a hard grind from Sebastian’s hips made Emmeline swallow to steady herself. 

Emmeline gripped her fingers around Sebastian’s wrist and slunk carefully toward the archway leading to the Gryffindor student dormitories. She led him up one set of stairs, through a corridor and up another flight through a door until they found a balcony landing with books and chairs that overlooked the common room.

Emmeline pulled Sebastian into a hungry kiss the moment her back made contact with the balcony railing. Voices from the room below carried upward around them, but they paid no mind. 

“People can see us,” Sebastian murmured when they finally broke their kiss. Emmeline scoffed at him.

“No one’s paying attention,” she said, her fingers tugging at the front of his shirt. Still, she guided him away from the balcony’s ledge toward a decorative table that sat against the wall. He nudged her back into the table and lifted her upward until she was seated on the ledge.

“You’ve been driving me mad all night,” he said as he attacked her neck with kisses.

“Me?” Emmeline huffed as she craned her neck to the side to permit him access to more skin. “You’re the one who damn near left bruises against my back with your-”

Sebastian jutted his hips forward to press his erection into her thigh. “I’ll bruise your thighs too, if you’d like,” he said. Emmeline fumbled earnestly with his belt and zipper. Sebastian barked a laugh at her impatience and she shushed him.

“They’re going to hear us!” she hissed with narrowed eyes. Sebastian smirked.

“You’re typically the one who has a hard time keeping quiet,” he quipped. “Let’s see how well you withstand this test.”

He was challenging her. Emmeline knew that. He loved to see how far he could push her. She loved to find out how much she could resist before he inevitably bested her. He always did.

Emmeline freed Sebastian’s cock from his trousers and pumped it vigorously with one hand. Sebastian groaned at her touch, her thumb tracing circles around his tip until it descended along his shaft. As she stroked him, Sebastian returned to her neck to place a trail of kisses along her jawline until he found her mouth and kissed her hard.

There was far too much pressure mounting between Emmeline’s legs for her liking, and being in a seated position wasn’t helping. She reached between her own legs and edged a finger into her panties to dip a finger into her own entrance. She added a second and moaned before she removed her hand. She used it to stroke Sebastian again and he grit his teeth at the sensation of her wet arousal coating his tip.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he groaned. He kissed her with more fervor, his hands beneath her skirt as he found her soaked entrance. He dragged two fingers over her panties before tugging them to the side so he could feel her without restriction. 

He sank a finger beyond her folds and she sighed contentedly at the intrusion. The sounds of her aroused core sucking around Sebastian’s fingers filled the balcony room. The students below were none the wiser.

Sebastian, however, wanted to see how quiet she could be. By now, he’d learned her body and the moves that made her cry and scream out the loudest. He wanted to test himself to see how well he knew her.

He added a second finger and pulled upward into the spongy flesh of Emmeline’s front wall. His fingers prodded the swollen spot as Emmeline’s fingers dug into Sebastian’s shoulders, a silent warning that she would erupt soon. Each jerk of his hand pulled her closer to the edge, the string tightening and straining until she was ready to tumble over. Sebastian added his thumb to circle her clit and she choked on a moan as she released.

Her walls surged with a spasm and a pitchy whimper escaped her nose as she flooded around Sebastian’s hand. He grunted at the sight, his cock throbbing from the thrill of their act.

“My god,” he groaned as Emmeline recovered, her eyes heavy with hazy gratification as she caught her breath. She could have stopped there, the tension gone from her core, but she’d be damned if she didn’t give Sebastian his fill.

“You did so good,” Sebastian murmured into her ear as he pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance. “So quiet. Doubt you’ll be able to do it again, though.”

He shoved his hips forward, his cock spearing her entrance. She coated him immediately and he groaned against her shoulder at the warmth. He was too aroused for much discretion at this point; he’d fuck her through the wall if he could.

Sebastian slammed his hips forward, the trinkets on the hallway table clattering as it rocked beneath Emmeline. Sebastian set a fervid pace, desperate to claim every inch of Emmeline’s inner walls. She breathed through her nose, afraid of the sounds she might make if she opened her mouth.

Sebastian’s cock drove into her until the sounds of smacking skin chorused around them. Emmeline tried to shoot Sebastian a look of warning to be quiet, but her eyes betrayed her as they began to roll back into her head.

He fucked her so hard, she shifted backward across the table, her back pressing into the wall. Sebastian’s hands grabbed at her hips to pull her back to him, holding her in place as he rocked against her. The table quaked beneath them. 

“Sebastian,” Emmeline whimpered in his ear with ragged breaths. He answered with another sharp thrust. His hands locked tightly around her waist as he ground upward. "Sebastian, I- I'm so close."

He buried his face in her neck. The table creaked with each movement in harmonic tandem with the whines from Emilia’s throat. She grit her teeth as she willed herself to remain quiet.

“Don’t hold back,” Sebastian ordered. “Come for me.”

But Emmeline was fighting the inevitable. It was too much for her; the assault of Sebastian’s cock in her cunt, the low rumble of the crowd in the room below, the forbidden nature of their tryst.

Her walls began to flutter and Emmeline sank her nails into the backs of Sebastian’s shoulders. He groaned at the stinging pain but maintained the rhythm between their hips in determination to make her break. 

Emmeline bit down hard on her bottom lip. Her whines became strained and painful as control slipped from her grasp and her core. Finally, she let out a resounding wail as her climax sent her trembling around Sebastian’s cock. 

The adrenaline from her high surged through Sebastian and exited through his cock as it throbbed. He barked a sharp grunt as he spilled himself inside Emmeline, his hips ending their assault on hers.

“Fuck,” Sebastian panted as he rested his forehead against Emmeline’s shoulder. She went limp around him, her exhaustion making her eyelids heavy. “Alright?” Sebastian asked as he drew backward to gaze at her. He smiled softly, his hair more tousled than ever and his lips raw and red from their hard kisses.

“Alright,” Emmeline breathed. “But do you think anyone heard us?”

“Not sure,” Sebastian mused. “Supposed we’d better get out of here before we find out.”

He stepped away from her, the table shifting forward with the absence of his weight pressed against it. Emmeline slid to her feet and adjusted her clothing as Sebastian tucked himself back into his trousers. He pulled her into a soft kiss before slipping his hand in hers to lead her back down to the common room. When they reached it, their fellow students carried on, none the wiser to their secret. 

“Having a good time?” a drunk and jovial Garreth asked as he draped his arms around both of their shoulders.

Sebastian smirked and reached for a swig from Garreth's bottle. “Best party ever.”