#imelda reyes smut

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Two Snakes And A Badger: Chapter II

Pairing: Imelda Reyes x f!MC x Poppy Sweeting (!)

Summary: Feelings are confessed. New beginnings are made. Also, Imelda and MC find about Poppy's kink.

Word count: 12.5k

Content warning: NSFW (18+). Minors DNI. Smut, cunnilingus, fingering, face sitting, dom!Imelda, voyeurism, fluff, lots of feels, sprinkles of angst, fessing up about feelings, Sebastian being a good friend, disaster lesbians in love

Link to Chapter I

A/N: Well, here it is after another month of blood and sweat! I originally meant for this to be like a 3-parter but with the way I've been changing my mind and expanding things during writing it might likely turn out to be four, lol

Also I love these three so much my heart is soft for them

Well, for lack of a better word, this was quite the fuck-up.

You were honestly quite impressed at your talent for destruction. In the span of a mere night, you’d hurt the two persons closest to your heart, leading them both to decide they wanted nothing to do with you for the foreseeable future. And truthfully, you would have been just as likely to do the same in their position. As much as you would have liked to think that the alcohol had made you say all those things on that clusterfuck of a night, deep down you knew the Firewhisky had only brought out what had already been buried deep inside you. All of the fear, the shame, the anger you had felt once Poppy had opened up about how she really felt about you – it was all original. Ugly, but original.

Not that admitting as much made you feel any better. In fact, you weren’t really sure how to feel at all. The more time you spent trying to make sense of your emotions, the more it felt like you were trapping yourself in a web of your own doubts, not able to decide what was real and what wasn’t. Take Poppy, for one – you felt an arse for kicking her down in that moment of vulnerability, but you knew you couldn’t allow yourself to feel the same way as she did, not as your relationship with Imelda was on the verge of blossoming in something… more, something more eternal. You just couldn’t flat-out admit that your feelings had never been entirely devoted to her, knowing that she had made such a major sacrifice of her own by confronting her fears – it would make it all amount to some deceiving betrayal.

Though, of course, the mixed signals your fellow Slytherin was sending made you question that as well. As bad as it was, part of you was still inclined to believe that her keenness on outing Poppy had been a relapse to her old ways. But then again, you didn’t really understand what she’d been after. Had she meant it as a mere jest to embarrass the both of you? Or was there something more sinister behind it?

Too many questions, too few answers. But you knew at least one thing for certain – you weren’t about to throw away two of your most treasured relationships over your own stupidity.

––

You decided to wait a week or two to let the dust settle and gather your bearings before you went to seek out Poppy first. It wasn’t necessarily that you thought she deserved it more than Imelda – Merlin knew you’d hurt them both equally badly – but you figured she’d at least be more receptive to an apology. Besides, on top of your unintentional cruelty, she definitely didn’t deserve to be the victim of whatever was going on between you and your girlfriend.

The problem, of course, was that Poppy didn’t exactly turn out to be as forgiving as you had hoped.

The first time you tried to talk to her was after Beasts class. You were no longer sitting together, and she made every effort to ignore your presence as long as you were in the same room, but at least she was still showing up. So as soon as Professor Howin dismissed the class, you hurried to hand in your assignment and went after her, only to promptly come face to face with Adelaide Oakes as she stepped into your way.

“Hello, MC,” she said with a steely smile, radiating everything but friendliness.

“Uh, hello, Adelaide,” you replied, shifting uncertainly on your feet. “How – uhm, how are you?”

“Oh, I’m quite all right. Not sure if I can say the same of you. You seem a bit stressed, if you don’t mind me saying.”

You resisted the urge to come up with a retort, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath before proceeding: “Yeah, uh, look, I was actually hoping to speak to Poppy –”

“She’s not here.”

Oh, you already started to understand what this was about. Some vulture coming to see if the rumours were true, no doubt. You wondered how much Poppy had told her. She’d never been one to rely on her housemates very often, much less engage in gossip, but if she had returned to her dorm in tears that night –

“I know I just saw her,” you said. “If I could just have a word –”

Adelaide shook her head. “I don’t think that’s a very good idea. She doesn’t want to speak to you at the moment.”

“I understand, but if I could explain –”

“There’s nothing to explain, because she doesn’t want to talk to you. Were you not listening just now?”

Fucking hell. You knew a thing or two about badger loyalty, but clearly you had underestimated the intensity of these people.

“Look, frankly I don’t think it’s any of your business –“ you began, but she quickly cut you off. “And that’s where you’re wrong. I may not exactly know what transpired between you two, but I know you’ve hurt her, and as far as I’m concerned that’s enough reason for me to tell you to get lost. Maybe she’ll decide to talk to you when she feels ready. But if I were you, I wouldn’t count on it.”

You could feel the stares of other students beginning to fixate on the two of you. You briefly contemplated persisting, though you quickly realised that making a scene in front of everyone probably wasn’t going to improve your chances. Deciding to give in, you let out a sigh. “All right. Just… could you tell her that I was looking for her?”

Her face told you very clearly to fuck off, but to her credit, her actual response was at least somewhat more measured. “I’ll think about it,” she said.

“Thank you.”

She didn’t say another word as she left. You sighed before quickly making your own escape, not particularly keen on treating everyone to any more of a spectacle than they’d already been given.

You decided to wait a couple of more days to see if Poppy would change her mind about seeing you. However, after it became obvious to you that wasn’t going to happen, you pivoted to making another attempt of your own, trying to catch her by herself while she was tending to the school beasts.

Making your way down to the pens, you noticed a familiar feathery head sticking out behind the fences. You carefully approached the Hippogriff, putting up your hand to greet her. “Hello, Highwing –”

Highwing turned towards you, amber eyes seeming to bore into your soul. For a minute, you were struck by the imminent fear that the creature was about to charge you… but then she promptly turned around, letting out a sound that sounded suspiciously much like a snort.

“Guess I deserved that,” you sighed.

Looking around, you searched for the Hufflepuff between the clusters of Puffskeins, Diricawls and Jobberknolls. Just as you began to wonder if you’d missed your chance, you spotted her, kneeling next to the Kneazle pen. You took a deep breath to steady yourself and clutched the strap of your bag, walking over to the small figure.

“Poppy, hello –”

The Hufflepuff jumped up, eyes briefly widening before she turned her head away from you. “MC,” she said, her voice flat. “What are you doing here?”

You took a step forward, taking the fact that she wasn’t immediately trying to run away as a good sign. “I was hoping to speak to you. I tried finding you the other day, but –”

“I know. Now is not really a good time, I’m busy.”

She picked up a bucket and started towards one of the other pens, still not meeting your eyes. It pained you to hear the hurt still so raw and fresh in her voice, though you followed her all the same, determined to make your case to her. “Look, I just want to talk about what happened. Can you at least hear me out?”

She didn’t answer, but at least she wasn’t saying no either. After a few seconds of silence, you thought you saw just the faintest hint of a small nod, so you went ahead, “I’m really sorry for what happened. It wasn’t fair of Imelda to take advantage of your feelings like that, and it wasn’t fair of me to respond the way I did, and… I just really regret that you got caught in the middle of it all.”

Poppy remained silent, pondering your words. Then came her answer, cold and plain, “That’s all you wanted to say?”

Ouch. Not good. “You have absolutely every right to be upset. If I had just known how you truly felt –”

“Would that have made any difference at all?” Her voice grew sharper, pain turning to anger. “Tell me, MC, would you have reacted any differently?”

“Of course I would have. If you had just told me, I would have been more understanding about it – we could have figured it out together –”

“But you wouldn’t have told me you felt the same way.”

It wasn’t so much a realisation as it was a condemnation. Even though you had expected things to eventually come to this, you still found yourself thrown off balance, struggling to say something that wouldn’t tear the wound even more.

“Poppy, you know how much I care about our friendship – about you… I always have and I always will, but… the truth is that I don’t feel the same way as you do. And you deserve better than for me to lie about that –”

“Oh, do I?”

Her voice was starting to crack now, straining under the weight of her own emotions. She threw the bucket down and kneeled, turning her back to you as she began filling it with seeds.

“If you’re so keen on being honest, then indulge me and tell me what really happened on that night we brought back the Unicorn. Or shall we simply continue to pretend that never happened?”

“No, not at all, but –”

You hesitated, knowing you were treading on thin ice. “I just… I don’t think we should blow that out of proportion. We both know we were acting in the excitement of the moment.”

“Right. Of course.”

She rose and finally turned around to face you. Your heart shattered at the sight of the streaks on her delicate features, redness bleeding into the corners of her eyes.

“I think it would be best if we stopped seeing each other for a while,” she said.

“Poppy –” you tried rather pathetically, but she shook her head. “I wish to forgive you, MC, truly. But… you’ve hurt me, and I’m not certain an apology will do anything to fix that. I think… I’m going to need some time to trust you again.”

You felt tears of your own burning as you heard her confession, only now realising the true extent of your actions, realising how deep the knife had cut. There was a part of you that wanted to resist, to kneel before her and beg her for forgiveness, but you also knew that this wasn’t your decision to make.

“All right,” you said after what felt like an eternity, swallowing back a sob. “I hope, in time, we can be friends again.”

Dear Merlin, please let it be, you added in your head.

––

So, safe to say that Poppy was a bust, or a very tentative maybe at best. It wasn’t anything less than you deserved, you figured, although you weren’t feeling any more confident as far as Imelda was concerned – perhaps even the opposite. Still, you had no intention of delaying the confrontation any further. You had already wasted enough time feeling sorry for yourself, and besides, you assumed that if your relationship had ever truly meant something, surely she would at least be willing to hear you out.

Or so you hoped.

––

“Fuck off.”

Well, that was probably the best reaction you could’ve gotten.

You were closely following behind Imelda, trying to keep up with her as she marched across the field towards the training rooms. Thankfully she had been too preoccupied with chewing out the Beaters to see you approach, though she had wasted no time in turning around and walking away as soon as she’d laid her eyes on you.

“Come on Imelda,” you pleaded with her, “I just want to talk –”

“Ain’t nothing to talk about. You’re a bitch, end of story. Now get lost, before I hex you.”

Deciding to go out on a limb and assume she wouldn’t actually turn you into a frog, you pursued her into the changing room. “Please, you know I wasn’t myself that night. None of us were. I didn’t mean any of the things I said –”

“Great,” she scoffed, taking off her arm pads and throwing them in the corner. “Am I supposed to feel better now?”

“No, I just… I’d hate for the good thing we had to be ruined by some stupid shit I said when I was drunk. I know what happened wasn’t your fault, and I never meant to imply that it was.”

Imelda fell silent for a moment. You watched her as she let her flying robe slip off her shoulders, wrapping it up and throwing it on one of the benches. “Have you spoken to Poppy yet?”

“I have,” you nodded. “I tried to be honest with her – I told her that I felt really bad for dismissing her feelings like that and I was sorry that she got caught between us –”

“Us?” Imelda snorted. “What, so you mean to say it’s my fault after all?”

“No, no one’s to blame. It was all a stupid jest that spun out of control, and I panicked, and I obviously said a lot of things I shouldn’t have. So, will you be able to forgive me?”

The Slytherin turned towards you, crossing her arms in front of her chest. You wished you had a better read on the expression on her face; she didn’t seem too angry, but you were also intimately familiar with her affinity for holding grudges, and you doubted it would be as simple as smoothing it all over with a few words.

“I don’t think I’m the one you should be apologising to,” she said.

“I tried. She said she wasn’t sure and that she needed more time –”

“That’s not what I meant.”

You furrowed your brow, confusion overtaking you. Imelda let out a sigh. “Look, MC, I’m not some spiteful bitch looking for a grudge to keep, okay? I know you didn’t mean the things you said. But you’ve got some things to figure out, and it’s not going to do you any favours if I just forgive you and pretend everything’s fine and dandy.”

“But my mind is clear,” you persisted. “I love you, Mel.”

To your surprise, she walked up to you and placed her hands on your shoulders. “I know,” she said. “And that’s why I’m telling you to stop fucking about and start being honest with yourself. Maybe, once your head’s in the right place, we can talk.”

You saw her dark eyes scanning your features, as if she was trying to read your thoughts, perhaps sensing the storm wreaking havoc inside. It was funny how, after all, you were still trying so hard to deny the obvious – maintaining that you were fine, that you had never seen things more clearly. Though, deep down, you knew Imelda had planted a little seed of doubt – the humble beginnings of salvation.

––

Thoughts, thoughts, so many thoughts. You were battling a fierce enemy right inside your own mind, and the worst thing was that you had no idea how to win. You would have preferred some infamous Dark wizard or perhaps an ugly forest troll; they were also a pain in the arse to deal with, but at least you could dispose of them with spells or potions. There was no real strategy to what you were doing, and most of the time it just left you more tired and frustrated.

Of course, you tried to be honest with yourself, like Imelda had told you to. The issue being that you didn’t know what that even meant. Had there actually been more to that kiss than you’d cared to admit? And if that was true, did that also mean that you truly cared about Poppy in more ways than friendship? Did Imelda want you to admit as much? Did she want to hear it from your mouth – did she want you to make a choice?

Quite frankly, that thought scared you more than anything. The more and more you thought about it, the more it made sense; she had always valued honesty, and in light of the things she had confessed to you, you figured she wouldn’t want to commit her life to you when your own heart wasn’t fully in it. However, you also realised that if you were to declare your undivided devotion to her, you’d inevitably end up hurting Poppy even more. The idea of breaking the heart of your best friend and likely losing her seemed to weigh on you the heaviest; knowing how much you had meant to her over the years, knowing the role you had played as the first real human connection she’d formed at school… you just couldn’t bring yourself to even contemplate it.

All in all, you didn’t have the faintest clue what to do. Which perhaps wouldn’t even have been half as bad if all the fretting wasn’t starting to take its physical toll on you as well. More and more often you would find yourself losing attention in class, only to be told off by Professors who demanded to know what was wrong with you, forcing you to come up with a load of excuses you couldn’t possibly keep track of. Even out of class you tended to avoid your housemates, mostly holing up in your dorm or your Room of Requirement. The nights were by far the worst; seemingly endless hours during which you would lie awake, fears and doubts plaguing your mind, shattering any hope of quiet dreams.

Perhaps you shouldn’t have been surprised that others were beginning to take note.

––

Staring groggily at the pages of your Astronomy manual, you were largely tuned out of everything happening around you, completely focused on trying to keep your eyelids from falling shut. You’d picked out a silent corner of the library just to be safe, though you still felt Scribner watching you like a hawk, just waiting for the moment you fell asleep. Flipping a page, you shielded your mouth with your hand as you let out a big yawn, failing to notice the brown-haired boy approaching you.

“Why hello sunshine,” Sebastian greeted you with a cheeky grin, smacking down a big tome next to you on the table. “Who took a piss in your breakfast this morning?”

“Fuck off Sallow, I’m not in the mood.”

Of course, he simply ignored you and pulled up a chair, plopping down with a chuckle. “Yeah, I can tell. Then again, you’ve been walking around with your knickers in a twist all week. Something happen?”

“Nothing that’s in any way your concern,” you scoffed.

Sebastian shrugged. “Fair enough. I’m just poking my nose around anyway. Saw Imelda the other week and she seemed even more narky than usual, so I assumed something was going on between you two.”

You sighed deeply, letting your head fall to the table. As much as you really didn’t feel like talking to Sebastian right now, part of you wondered what good rotting in your own self-pity would do. And you had to admit that in any case it beat sharing your feelings with Peeves.

“I don’t know, Sebastian,” you sighed. “I think I really messed up this time.”

“Lucky for you, I may be considered something of an expert in that area,” Sebastian replied. “Come, tell old Seb what’s tormenting your poor little soul.”

You might as well have shouted it from the rooftops, though at any rate, you didn’t have much to lose at this point anyway. So you told him everything, from the kiss to your drunken fuck-up and all that had come after. To his credit, Sebastian refrained from making quips, only listening patiently until you were done, leaning in his chair as you finished.

“Well then,” he said after a couple of minutes of silence, “quite the predicament you seem to be finding yourself in.”

“Right,” you sighed. “Didn’t really need your help to understand that, though.”

He shrugged. “At least you’re finally honest about how you feel. You do care about Sweeting as more than a friend, right?”

“Obviously, but that still doesn’t help me.”

“Perhaps not. Perhaps it makes all the difference in the world. You’re so set on making this choice that you aren’t even stopping to wonder whether it’s the choice you should be making.”

You stared at him, trying to figure out whether he was pulling your leg. He didn’t sound like he was joking, but then again, you didn’t know what he was driving at either.

“Look, I won’t try and pretend like I understand everything that’s going on between you three. I’m a man of simple tastes, after all. But I’ve known Imelda since first year, and I can pretty much assure you this is not about jealousy. Or would you truly take her for someone who would waste her time orchestrating a vindictive revenge plot when she could just as easily tell you to get fucked?”

No, truthfully, that didn’t sound like Imelda at all. Furthermore, you now also realised, she had never made any attempt to get in the way of your friendship with Poppy developing into something more – in fact, you were pretty sure she had been encouraging it.

Sebastian chuckled. “See, now you’re catching on. Woman may be a marvel on a broom, but we both know she doesn’t handle emotions well. Getting the three of you together in a room and lowering some inhibitions on the other hand –”

Of course.  The first thing Imelda had asked when you’d gone to see her was if you had made things right with Poppy. Not herself, Poppy. Had she been hoping for some kind of informal arrangement? Or had she intended for you three to grow into something more serious?

“Merlin,” you cursed, “I can’t even –”

Sebastian gave you a smile. “Look, I’d say the best thing you could do right now is to be honest with yourself. Ask what you really want. As soon as you’re certain, go talk to them.”

It was so sensible. So far you had been so hung up on Poppy’s and Imelda’s intentions that you hadn’t given a second of thought to what you wanted. Perhaps you didn’t want to choose between the two of them. Perhaps you wanted something else.

“How come you know so much about this stuff anyway?” you asked, turning to Sebastian with a frown on your face.

He gave a nonchalant shrug. “Let’s just say I have some experience in these matters. Ominis can be a jealous bastard, but nothing turns him on more than watching me pound a girl from behind.”

Your jaw dropped. “Are you two –?”

“Hey, you are entitled to your little secrets, I am entitled to mine.” He smiled as he got up, shifting his book under his arm. “Take your time, MC. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

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You watched nervously as the door to The Three Broomsticks swung open, nearly knocking your chair over as you stood up. Feeling your heart thundering in your chest, a series of frantic thoughts ran through your mind. Had you prepared well enough? What if they didn’t arrive at the same time? Should you have picked a different spot? Had you made a mistake by even doing this at all?

Your shoulders eased as you saw the elderly wizarding couple walk in. Sinking back into your seat, you put your head in your hands, blowing out a sigh. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea after all. You had been quite certain last night, feeling happy that you finally had managed to make up your mind, but ever since waking up this morning you had been nothing but a bundle of nerves. You couldn’t even be sure that they would show up, let alone that you had any way of predicting what their reaction would be. Perhaps the wounds were still too fresh. But at any rate, you felt they deserved the sincere truth at the very least – you owed them that much, after everything that happened.

Sirona came up to you to ask if you were prepared to make your order yet. You told her no, and that you were still waiting for a couple of friends.

“Fair enough,” the landlady said, casting you a suspicious glance. “Is everything all right between you and Imelda? It’s been ages since you stopped by for a Butterbeer together.”

“We’ve been through some… rocky times. I’m hoping I can make things right today,” you confessed.

“Ah, I see. Well, good luck. It’d honestly be a shame if you broke up.”

You nodded. “Thanks, Sirona.”

The landlady left you with a pat on your shoulder and you focused your attention on the door again. Minutes passed by, the hope that they would actually show up slipping away with every second. Of course you couldn’t have expected them to… there was no mending this with just some words… you would have to –

Just then, the door opened and Imelda walked in, followed by Poppy in her yellow-lined robe. You shot up, feeling your throat instantly turn bone dry. The moment of truth. Would they walk out when they saw you?

Their heads turned, scanning the room, and then you felt two pairs of eyes settle on you. You awkwardly raised your hand by way of greeting. They looked at each other, seemingly discussing something between themselves, before they walked over to your table.

“Well, ain’t this a surprise,” Imelda said, though you noted her voice lacked any hint of malice. “I suppose that note didn’t come from Nerida after all.”

“I’m sorry about that,” you quickly answered. “I just wanted to make sure you would both be here. There’s something I’d like to say to you and… I hope you want to listen.”

Your eyes automatically darted towards Poppy, expecting her to be the most resistant to your plea, though she simply exchanged one look with Imelda and then shrugged. You sat down and they followed your lead. Clearing your throat, you took a deep breath.

“I want to begin by saying… you were right and I was wrong. About everything. I was so afraid of the implications of my true feelings that I rather deluded myself into believing I was right, instead of confronting how I really felt… and ended up hurting you both. I know excuses won’t make anything right at this point, so – I think it’s about time I told you both the full truth.”

You turned to Poppy, meeting her innocent gaze. “Poppy, I can’t even begin to describe how much you mean to me. I love you, both as my best friend and more than that. You’re kind, and strong, and beautiful in more ways than you know. Witnessing you open up about your feelings so candidly… it was honestly the bravest thing I’ve ever seen, and you deserved better than for me to lie to you and hurt you.”

Your voice trembling, you then looked at Imelda, feeling shivers creep into your tone as you made your confession. “Mel… you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I meant it when I said that I wanted to be with you during the most important moments of your life. I think I got so scared of mucking up and losing you that I started to act like this person I was not… when now I realise that all along you just wanted me to be honest. And I want to be honest with you now –”

Turning your attention to them both, you continued, “You two are the most important persons in my life, and I don’t even want to contemplate the thought of losing either one of you. So, will you please forgive me?”

This was it; the moment you surrendered yourself. Even as you finished you immediately started wondering whether there was more you could have said, what other words could have conveyed your sincerity better. On the other hand, if you hadn’t been able to convince them now, you doubted anything else could have made a difference.

Poppy and Imelda seemed to consider your words, trading looks as you watched on with rising anticipation. You were taken by surprise, though, as Imelda shifted and gently grasped Poppy’s hand. “Actually, MC, we have a confession of our own to make,” she said, her voice neutral.

“You must know that it pains us to tell you this,” Poppy continued, “but we should be honest with you as well. After you caused us so much pain, we started to take a great deal of comfort in each other’s presence –”

A feeling of dread started to settle over you. What was going on? Was this really happening?

“We decided we want to be together,” Imelda finished. “We’re sorry, MC… but this might just be for the best.”

You felt like you’d taken a punch to the gut. All you could do was sit there, staring as you were overcome with shock, disbelief, betrayal – until you saw the smirk beginning to grow on Imelda’s face.

“Oh,” you muttered, “oh, you mean –”

Poppy finally burst into a lighthearted giggle as Imelda smiled at her. “I told you she’d fall for it. Worked like a charm, didn’t it?”

“All right, I suppose I deserved that,” you said, relief slipping into your own smile.

“Yes, you did,” Imelda replied. “But now that we’re even, I guess we might as well give you a second chance. What about you, Pops?”

“I suppose all this bitterness doesn’t suit me so much after all,” Poppy said brightly. “Besides… I will say I have really missed our friendship, MC.”

“I did as well,” you nodded, searching for her hand and finding it; her eyes filling with a softness that made your heart leap in your chest. “From now on, I promise I won’t hurt you like that ever again.”

You noticed Imelda having a pensive look on her face. Before you could ask what was on her mind, however, she spoke up: “I suppose I owe you both an apology as well. I don’t really want to blame the booze for what happened… it wasn’t fair of me to put you two on the spot at that moment, and I’m sorry for it.”

“Perhaps it wasn’t all bad in the end,” you said with a smile, giving Poppy’s hand a soft squeeze. “Though I am curious. Why did you do it?”

Imelda shrugged. “I don’t think it was a rational decision. Not then, at least. I will say it was a little infuriating, seeing you two constantly play coy when it was obvious you fancied each other… so I figured I’d take my chance and see how things would play out.”

So you hadn’t been entirely wrong after all. Then again, you couldn’t help but feel as if Imelda wasn’t telling you the whole story.

“So you weren’t jealous after all?” you asked.

Imelda hesitated, shooting Poppy a quick glance. “Well… I’ve thought about that. To be honest, after that conversation we had about our relationship, I suppose I was happy, but something just didn’t feel right. Seeing how you were so ready and eager to completely commit yourself to me… it was flattering, but when I started paying attention to how much you two cared about each other, I just couldn’t help but feel… guilty.”

“Guilty?” you asked, raising your eyebrows. “Why?”

“Because…” She wavered for just a moment, swallowing before she said, “Because it’s not fair to ask you to make that sacrifice… when I’m not sure I could ever do the same. I want to try, but even then I don’t know if I will ever be able to give as much of myself as you do. So, I made a decision. If you want to keep seeing each other, I won’t stand in the way.”

You could feel the air practically being sucked out of the room with Imelda’s confession. Your head was spinning with so many emotions all at once; gratitude, desire, happiness. Perhaps a little ironically, it was as if you had never been more in love with the Slytherin as you were then, knowing that she was willing to make this kind of sacrifice for you. But you loved the kindhearted Hufflepuff on your other side just as much… and you had already made your choice.

“Actually, I have been giving a great deal of thought to what I really want,” you said. Reaching over the table, you took Imelda’s hand, noticing her surprised eyes shooting up to meet your own. “I realise this is a lot to ask, but… when I look at you both, and I see how much we are able to share with each other, it feels selfish to keep either of you to myself. I don’t want to choose between you, or wish for this to be an arrangement where I only can enjoy one of you at a time. What I want… is for us to be together. Truly together – all three of us.”

You waited patiently for your words to sink in. Perhaps surprisingly, you felt less anxious about their reaction than earlier. It felt good to finally be frank about your feelings, to let these two persons closest to your heart know exactly how much they meant to you – the kind of future you wanted to share with them.

The girls seemed a bit lost for words, although you noted they didn’t appear as shocked as you had expected them to be. Perhaps they’d had a sense of where you had been heading after all. Imelda’s lips hinted at a burgeoning grin, while a fresh blush bloomed on Poppy’s cheeks, her eyes sparkling brightly.

“Well?” you asked. “What do you think?”

“It is… an intriguing thought.” Poppy replied. “I must confess I’m not much experienced in these matters, but… you are both very dear to me and I suppose I wouldn’t mind an opportunity to deepen our bond –”

You turned your head. “Mel, what about you?”

“I guess I have some questions about the practicalities  as well, but on the other hand, a chance to enjoy you both sounds too good to pass up.” She smiled at you. “You know what, fuck it, I’m willing to give it a try.”

You gave both of their hands a squeeze, gratitude filling your voice at their embrace of your wish. Already you could hardly wait to grow even closer to them, to share all of yourself with these beautiful souls.

“We can take our time to figure this all out,” you said. “There’s no need to rush into anything. We’ll take it slow, and we’ll be open with each other. But I don’t think it’s too premature to say that I’m excited to be exploring this new chapter in my life… and there’s no one else I’d rather do it with.”

You looked around you, sharing looks of gratitude and excitement with each other, knowing that no matter what happened from here on out – your bond had just grown into something stronger, more profound.

“So,” said Poppy with a shy smile, “I suppose this would qualify as our first date, then?”

––

It had been a month since your meeting in The Three Broomsticks, and honestly? Your life had never felt so full of promise – of meaning. You had never found anything to be lacking even back when it was still Imelda and you, but the introduction of Poppy to the equation had opened up a whole new part of your relationship to explore. It was like you were getting to fall in love all over again, and it was the best feeling in the world.

You noticed the change in Imelda as well. If she had any trouble adjusting, she wasn’t really showing it. As a matter of fact, she seemed more relaxed than usual; less likely to walk around with a snippy attitude, more comfortable in her own skin. You had assummed she would have wanted to adopt a more controlling role in your redefined relationship, though most of the time she seemed fine with letting you and Poppy have some moments to yourself, if that’s what you wanted.

Which wasn’t to say that you weren’t setting some rules. You were very sensitive to balancing your commitments yourself, wanting to make sure you gave both of your girls equal amounts of attention. You and Imelda would often get to spend more time with each other due to being in the same house, so you made sure to see Poppy whenever you could, even if it was as simple as a kiss after breakfast, or holding hands when you walked back to the castle together after Beasts class. Most important of all, you agreed to be frank with each other. You were constantly mindful of each other’s needs and boundaries, communicating what worked for you and what didn’t. Imelda still wasn’t too fond of exhibiting your affection for all of Hogwarts to see, but she didn’t mind if you and Poppy were being cuddly in public. Poppy liked kisses, though she preferred secluded areas if you were to go any further beyond a quick peck to the cheek. Also – under no circumstance were you to use your pet names for each other in the vicinity of other students. (Which, admittedly, had been at your own insistence.)

Overall, the three of you managed to make things work pretty well. There was just one minor point of contention. You and Imelda had broached the subject of bedroom rules pretty early on, thinking it best to establish clear boundaries before you initiated anything, though Poppy had kindly requested a delay of any more… intimate activities. She felt bad for asking, but you assured her that you didn’t mind, that you were willing to take this at whatever pace she was comfortable with. Even though Imelda agreed as well, you knew that she felt slightly less excited about having to put off sex with you, especially since you’d never gotten the chance to… ‘reconcile’ after your brief separation. Still, to her credit, she was putting up with it, and you supposed it would just be a matter of time anyway.

––

“I have to say, green suits you better than I thought,” you chuckled.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Poppy sighed, fidgeting with the emerald green scarf around her neck. “I felt bad enough putting it on this morning. Everyone else in Hufflepuff is coming out for Ravenclaw…”

“But you still decided to wear it,” you said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as the two of you followed the crowd to the Quidditch pitch. “I’m sure Mel will be thrilled when she sees you.”

Poppy smiled up at you. “You don’t suppose anyone will wonder who arranged those first-row seats for us?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged, “but I don’t see why we should care.”

Entering the corridor leading up to the stands, you couldn’t help but feel some curious looks being cast your way. As much as you didn’t really feel bothered by them, you were a little concerned about Poppy. “Say,” you said, “I know I’m probably repeating myself, but if at any point you feel that we should calm things down a bit –”

Your sentence was abruptly cut off as you were yanked into a small alcove, Poppy pulling you down by your own scarf to press her soft lips to yours. You let out a groan at the surprise gesture, leaning into the kiss, savouring the sweet taste of the Hufflepuff. An eternity later, Poppy pulled back, her face glowing. “I don’t think I want to. I really like kissing you too much.”

“The feeling is mutual,” you smiled, tenderly stroking her cheek. “But we probably shouldn’t be wasting too much time. Come, the game is about to start.”

You extended your hand, and she eagerly took it. Moving through the bustling crowd of supporters, you swiftly located your seats. You were already accustomed to Imelda reserving prime spots for you at Quidditch matches, though you could tell Poppy was rather new to the experience. A smile graced your face as you watched her gaze in wonder at the magnificent surroundings.

You leaned over to whisper to her. “The best thing is that you won’t even have to stand on your toes to see anything.”

“Again with the quips about my stature,” she said with an eye roll. “You’re the only one who keeps doing that, you know.”

“I did know that. But I think you might prefer it over the things Imelda likes to joke about.”

The look she gave provoked a chuckle from you. There was no time to mess around for long, though, as an eruption of cheers heralded the arrival of the players. You didn’t search long for Imelda. She stood out, soaring above her teammates, a striking figure in her billowing robe and long black hair.

Poppy leaned over to you. “She looks so pretty, doesn’t she?”

“That she does,” you agreed.

As the match began, you couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit of anxiety. Surely you knew better than to question Imelda’s skill, but at the same time, it was easy to wonder whether she had in any way been distracted by all of the recent developments. You would never forgive yourself if she lost a game because of you; and you assumed neither would Poppy, for that matter.

Of course, it turned out that you never had anything to worry about. Each of the Slytherins played their role to perfection, and Imelda herself was like a lightning bolt, handling the Quaffle with a ferocity that Poppy aptly likened to a Kneazle protecting her cubs. It hardly came as a surprise when the game was called merely thirty-sixth minutes in with a decisive win for Slytherin: 270 to 60 points.

“Let’s go!” you shouted to Poppy, trying to make yourself heard over all the excitement exploding around you. “I know a shortcut to Imelda’s quarters; we can wait for her there!”

Poppy nodded, quickly grabbing your robe to keep herself from being dragged along by the crowd. With some effort, you managed to clear a path to the changing rooms and the Captain’s quarters, quickly moving inside to avoid any curious gazes. You leaned against the desk as you watched Poppy curiously peruse the many books and notes outlining Imelda’s tricks and strategies.

“So, how was this for you?” you decided to ask. “Attending a Quidditch match, I mean.”

“Oh, well, it’s amusing, I suppose…” Poppy replied, awkwardly rubbing the back of her head. “To be frank, it’s still a little daunting to be around so many people.”

You nodded in understanding. “Even so, I think it’s brave that you took a step you wouldn’t normally have taken. I’m sure it means a lot to Imelda – and me as well.”

The Hufflepuff turned towards you, her eyes gleaming with the kind of radiant innocence you’d come to fall so deeply in love with. “I’m glad to hear that,” she said, though you sensed hesitance in her voice, a thought plaguing her mind. Having gotten accustomed to reading her emotions, you waited patiently, offering her a chance to bring up the subject on her own accord.

“MC…” she said.

But then the door swung open. You instantly veered up from your seat to greet Imelda, who came in bearing the most smug grin you’d ever seen.

“Well, if it ain’t my two favourite persons,” she smiled, before turning to Poppy and embracing the girl in a warm hug. “Thanks for coming, Pops. It was really good to see you before the game.”

“I’m glad I could do my part,” Poppy said with a chuckle. “You were marvellous today, Imelda.”

The Slytherin grinned as she pulled back, her gaze only lingering just a second before she moved in again and kissed her. Poppy immediately responded to the gesture, the pink shade of her face deepening as their lips met. You failed to prevent a tinge of validation from seeping into your smile as you watched them, happy that their friendship had already started to blossom into something more.

Sure enough, you had expected Imelda to be eager to move on to you, but one thing you’d failed to anticipate was just how pent-up her craving for you was. Almost instantly, you could feel her tongue wrestling your lips open, a warm moan flowing into the depths of your throat. You gasped as you separated, a thin strand of saliva breaking apart on your chin.

“You were amazing out there, love,” you somehow managed to whisper between the audible thumping of your heart.

“Thanks,” she smiled, and Gods, the primal look she was giving nearly did you in right there and then. “Though I must confess I was kind of hoping for a different prize…”

“Oh?”

“Mhm.” She leaned in to whisper in your ear: “Frankly, all I could think about when everyone was cheering me on was the taste of your cunt.”

“Bloody hell, Mel,” you chuckled nervously, glancing over at Poppy to make sure she wasn’t overhearing you.

“What?” Imelda asked with feigned innocence, purposely grazing the skin of your lobe. “She can join in if she wants. I wouldn’t mind.”

As much as the thought of getting to share your body with both Imelda and Poppy made you feel hot in all the right places, you knew you couldn’t go along with the idea – not yet.

“We can’t,” you whispered, fighting back the sense of intoxication. “We promised, remember?”

You anticipated greater persistence from her, though to your mild surprise, she eased back and let out a sigh. “I know. But we’re going to have to talk about it soon. I hate being so close to you without ever getting to be intimate again –”

“We will,” you promised, lightly pecking her lips to reassure her. In an instant, she reverted to her former self, grinning broadly at both of you. “So, I’d say this calls for a celebration. How about a couple of drinks over at the Three Broomsticks?”

“Fine by me,” you agreed.

“Actually, I had an idea –” Poppy replied. “I was thinking… I still regret that our previous ladies’ night ended the way it did, and I’ve been wanting to propose a do-over now that we’ve… well, become more than friends –”

You exchanged looks with Imelda, noticing a familiar hopeful spark in her eyes. It wouldn’t have taken Legilimency to discern that the two of you were thinking the exactly same thing; that perhaps this could be the first glimpse of Poppy’s less… ‘restrained’ side.

“That wouldn’t be too bad of an idea,” Imelda said. “I’ll probably be caught up in events all week, so it’ll be nice to have a quiet moment to ourselves. What about you, MC?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I like the Room better. We’ll be less likely to get bothered by someone.”

Maybe that wasn’t what you were really getting at, but either way, it seemed best not to get ahead of yourself right now. You looked at each other, eyes filled with gratitude, just calmly enjoying the moment.

That was, until Imelda’s voice cut through the silence. “So,” she said, putting her hands on her hips, “are you two going to leave, or are you just waiting for me to drop my trousers?”

––

“Either way, that’s when he gave me this look and… even though he didn’t say as much, I think he basically confessed that they’re fucking.”

Across from you, Poppy stared at you with an open mouth, while Imelda started laughing. “Of course they are. Good to hear that little Sebbie is still as predictable as ever.”

You cocked an eyebrow, taking another swig of your drink before you retorted, “Oh, I assume this is the part where you say that you knew all along?”

“Girlie, if you thought all that attitude from Ominis was just fashionable snark, I honestly don’t know what to tell you. Now, what I’m most curious about is – who gets to be on top?”

You let out a groan. “Merlin, I don’t want to think about that.”

“Oh, come on. Like you wouldn’t start dripping at the thought of two sweaty boys… right, Pops?”

“Oh, I am hardly qualified to comment,” Poppy deflected, quickly taking a sip from her drink as the tips of her ears started to glow crimson.

“I don’t know Mel,” you chuckled. “It sounds like you’re the one taking an awful lot of interest.”

Imelda growled. “Pussies, the both of ya. That’s all I get for spreading the seeds of love?”

“Aw, sounds like someone is in need of a hug,” you taunted, and before Imelda could stop you you were already on top of her, your hands searching for the spots you knew to be particularly ticklish. Imelda cursed at you, trying to push you off, but all those hours spent familiarizing yourself with her body had really paid off. Poppy chuckled as she watched the two of you struggle, the glimmer on her face betraying a light tipsiness. Eventually you relented and decided to release her, the both of you panting as you settled on opposite ends of the couch.

“Merlin’s Beard, MC,” Imelda grunted, though you hardly failed to notice the smile on her face, “if you want to get into my knickers, just tell me next time.”

“The night is still young,” you chuckled, wondering much of that was an actual promise rather than a mere joke. Despite your lack of intention to push anything tonight, it would have been difficult to ignore that the easy flow of the moment – the booze, the flirting, the suggestive jokes between you three – was giving rise to some… particularly charged energies. Still, you were determined not to push anything beyond the limits of your comfort; that was to say, Poppy’s.

After a few moments and another round of drinks, Imelda piped up, “Well, here’s a fun question. Most scandalous thing you’ve ever done?”

“Come on,” you said with a laugh and an eye roll, “aren’t you just trying to put Poppy on the spot again?”

“Maybe I am, or maybe I just like to see you get all riled up and defensive again. You’re pretty cute like that, you know?”

“I do have to agree,” Poppy chimed in. “Particularly when it’s on my account.”

You gave the Hufflepuff a look of disbelief while Imelda’s laugh rang through the chamber. “Poppy! I can’t believe you would just side with her like that,”

“Can’t fault her for speaking the truth,” Imelda piled on. “Besides, we both know you wouldn’t actually have anything serious to tell.”

“Excuse me. I’ll have you know that I have gotten up to plenty of kinky shenanigans in my time. In fact, just a few months ago, I touched myself –“ you paused a second for dramatic effect – ”in the library.”

Poppy looked at you with proper shock, but Imelda seemed considerably less impressed. “Please,” she scoffed, “that ain’t nothing. Try getting yourself off on a broom in the middle of a training session.”

You burst out in laughter. “Oh, fuck off. Did you really –?”

“Damn right I did. Ain’t no stopping me when I’m proper horny – I figured no one was paying much attention to me anyway, so I put some distance between myself and the rest and… well, the rest is history.”

Goodness gracious. As amusing as it was trying to imagine Imelda furiously rubbing away while she was shouting profanities at other players, it was hot as hell too.

“Anyway, Pops, I’m sure you have us beat,” Imelda said, turning to the Hufflepuff with a devilish smirk.

Poppy chuckled apprehensively. “I’m not quite sure about that, but… I suppose I’ve been up to some salacious misadventures of my own –”

Surprised as you were to see this bolder side of her, you were much more curious to see just what kind of misadventures she was talking about. Imelda, too, leaned in closer, despite making a halfhearted attempt to mask her interest with her usual nonchalance. “Well now girl, can’t leave us hanging like that. Spill the goods!”

“Okay, well, um –” Poppy shifted in her seat and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear – “so this was a while back… I was looking for someone, and in my attempt to find them, I accidentally stumbled across something I wasn’t really meant to see…”

Imelda perched her eyebrows. “You caught some people going at it in public?”

Poppy’s features took on a noticeably pinker hue. She offered just the tiniest of nods, causing the Slytherin to let out a laugh. “Well, colour me impressed! Turns out our innocent angel has a deviant side after all. Tell us, were you turned on?”

Poppy giggled nervously. “I… I suppose I was. It was all rather exciting; the thrill of witnessing something forbidden, the risk of being discovered… it… it was as if I was being a part of it, in a sense.”

Merlin’s Beard. You’d always seen Poppy as some supreme embodiment of innocence, so much so that discovering this perverse side of her did more to arouse you than you had been expecting. So many thoughts were occupying your mind all of a sudden that you didn’t even notice Imelda moving closer to you. “So…” she said with a cheeky smile, “would it turn you on if I did… this?”

Her lips smothered any hope you might have had of stopping her – not that you did. You entered a state of physical flux as she gave you the deepest, most sultry French kiss you’d ever had, your eyes closing as if guided by a will of their own. Merlin, how much you had longed for her, how could you have ever have willingly resisted her perfect taste –

Oh, that was right. With some effort, you broke the kiss, swallowing back a gasp. “Mel, wait, we can’t –”

“Oh, yes we can,” Imelda replied in a growl that gave you goosebumps all over. “She’s loving this. Aren’t you, Poppy?”

You turned your head to catch her response. Much to your surprise, the Hufflepuff seemed mesmerized, her eyes speaking the confession you maybe had deep down been wishing for all along.

Her head bobbed up and down, nodding.

A finger pulled your chin back to where your attention was sorely needed. Imelda’s breath was hot to your face, dark eyes lavishing every inch of you. “Come on, let’s give our girl a show.”

She kissed you again, this time running a hand up your body to give your breast a firm squeeze. You moaned into her mouth, your back arching as if to seek her touch. Oh Merlin, it was nothing short of perfect; she wanted you so badly, and you wanted her so badly as well…

Still, you found it in you to restrain yourself, turning to Poppy one more time. “Poppy… are you certain you want this to happen?”

Poppy shifted in her seat, flashing you a warm smile. “Yes, please. I would like to watch while you… make love to each other.”

Her voice was so sweet, so full of kindness… knowing that she wanted nothing more than for you to be happy and enjoy each other’s bodies was just the cherry on top. Reassured, you now started to meet Imelda’s wanting with your own, taking her face between your hands and crashing your lips into hers. Imelda groaned, pushing herself against you, fingers finding their way into your hair. Her teeth tugged at your bottom lip, nudging you apart, and then her tongue swept in, meeting yours as your heavy breaths and moistness started to mix. There was no need to guide you, no need to coax any sounds from you, for you were as least as hungry as she was; tasting her was like tasting water after a long, merciless drought.

You broke apart ever so slightly, allowing you to relish in your mutual anticipation as you looked at each other, each of you smiling under your heavy breath. Merlin, she was so beautiful, and you wanted to know her just how beautiful she was –

“I missed you,” you whispered to her, delighting in the way her body trembled at your words. It was rare to see such vulnerability from her, but you were nothing short of proud that you were the one making her feel this way.

She responded in kind, throwing herself back at you, once again letting her hands roam to fondle you through your blouse. Only the thin layer of fabric separated her expert touch from your sensitive breasts, her grip pulling a whimper from your lips as you lost any sense of restraint. It didn’t even occur to you that you should try to maintain a semblance of composure in front of Poppy; she wanted you to lose it, and you had a slight suspicion Imelda was as least as eager to put on a show as you were.

Her pillowy lips explored along your jawbone, then down your neck, leaving a trail of wet marks in their wake. You failed to restrain a lewd sigh from escaping you as you peered over at Poppy out of the corner of your eye. You almost couldn’t believe this was truly happening, that she was becoming part of your bond in this way. Just how much was it turning her on to see you like this? Was she taking pleasure in the sound of your moans, imagining the feeling of Imelda’s lips suckling on her neck? Was she picturing a day when she would be ready to share herself – all of herself with the two of you?

All of those sensual thoughts coincided with Imelda sliding a finger into your skirt, drawing another gasp from you as she chuckled against your throat. You could feel her exploring, her digit brushing past the tense delight that protruded from your swollen folds, wetness spilling from you as you buckled against her palm, crying out her name. “Mel…”

Imelda chuckled again, tenderly kissing a spot right below your ear. Around and around her finger went, teasing your clit just long enough to leave you begging for more as she retreated up your thigh again. “You’re such a good girl… all warm and wet for me, hm?” she whispered in a husky voice, though loud enough for Poppy to hear. You noticed one of the Hufflepuff’s hands had moved down to the front of her skirt, mimicking Imelda’s movements as she drew circles around where she was undoubtedly soaking right now.

“I didn’t know you were such a dirty little slut,” Imelda whispered, tugging seductively at your lobe. “You love being watched, don’t you? You love how she’s watching me doing this to you… you want to show her just what an obedient little bitch you are…”

Merlin, yes. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip as she spread you open, using her middle finger to paint your hole with slick. You cried into her shoulder, every part of your body crying out for release, for her to have her way with you and bare every inch for Poppy to behold. Sensing your desperation, Imelda pulled back ever so slightly to look you in the eye, cupping your face with one hand while the other worked your aching cunt. “Tell me, then,” she growled. “Tell me what you want.”

Your voice trembled as you tried to speak the words, “Please…eat…”

“Louder, dear.” She thumbed your clit, coaxing another cry from you. “Let her hear it.”

Swallowing, you mustered all your physical and mental strength to make your wish known. “Please… Mel… eat my pussy…”

A wicked smile played on her lips. “Hear that, Pops? She wants me to munch on her muff. Do you think she’s deserved it?”

“I suppose it would be cruel not to…” Poppy chuckled under her breath.

“Liar,” Imelda replied, though you noticed she was still smiling. “You just want to see her pussy, don’t you?” Turning her attention to you again, she brought up two fingertips that were coated in your slick. “Well, I guess I can’t blame you.” She never broke eye contact as she cleaned you off her fingers, the sparkle in her dark eyes making a shiver run down your back.

“Hm,” she hummed, “you taste delicious, dear. Maybe I should give you something after all.”

Before you could respond, you were suddenly thrown backwards. You let out a giggle as your back hit the cushions, Imelda rushing to wrestle your skirt down your thighs. Your moist heat only contained behind a layer of silky fabric was met with a gust of cool air, leaving you gasping for breath as Imelda pushed her nose into your damp crotch.

“Oh, yes,” she groaned as she inhaled your scent, “you smell so fucking good, love. I love how much your body is crying out for me. So fucking needy.”

You had to admit to feeling a little shock as she took your soaked underwear between her teeth and ripped them off with one swift tug. She had never been this fierce with you before, never so primal. You figured having an audience was bringing her drive to perform out in a stronger way than you had been expecting. Not that there were any complaints to be had; the way you were throbbing once your slick lips were bared to her ravenous gaze confirmed as much.

“Look at our poor girl,” Imelda cooed, pinching your folds between her digits, leaving you a soft whimpering mess. “What do you think of MC’s pussy, Pops?”

Poppy, positively hypnotized by the sight of you, ran her tongue past her lips as a wave of red crept up from her collar. You noticed her drooling a little as she responded, “She’s… exquisite –”

“Mmm, right. Such a pretty pink pussy.” Imelda used her hands to coax you further apart, the feeling of her proximity to your swollen heat eliciting the most desperate of cries from you. Her thumbs lightly caressed your skin as she leaned in, providing but a mere shred of relief as her breath tickled your clit. “So bloody sweet too.”

A flick of her tongue made your legs spasm. How fucking close you were to perfection – but you knew it wasn’t for you to make demands. She really wasn’t about to leave you hanging, not as she was about ready to damn well devour you, and not with another pair of eyes observing her every move…

You released a throaty moan as she lapped at you with a single, broad stroke. Imelda had eaten you out many times before, and yet she never failed to make every time she put her tongue on you feel new and special. You loved her so much, and you wanted her to give you the relief only she was capable of providing.

You breathed a sigh of happiness once she finally drove her tongue inside of you. She dutifully cleaned up the juices gathered around your fleshy curls before swirling her way inside, probing the tight hole. Your head fell back at the feeling of her, your lips mouthing a silent prayer, thanking the high heavens for giving you the attention of this lovely nymph.

You stole a glance at Poppy as Imelda continued slurping from your oozing honey-sweet treasure. One of her small palms was buried in her skirt, pumping underneath the fabric, while the other fondled her chest through her white blouse. Her face was gleaming with perspiration, her parted lips releasing a shallow panting that you could hear even over the sound of your own moaning. But it was through her eyes that you felt most strongly connected to her; those sweet, brown eyes, burning with a kind of lust you instantly were addicted to. No matter the physical distance of your bodies, she was becoming a part of you, feeling your pleasure, the pure release of ecstasy as if it were her own.

You decided to give her even more to appreciate, shedding the loose garment covering your torso. Poppy’s eyes widened at the sight of your full, round breasts, her gaze drawn to your sharp-pointed nipples, achingly hard from your arousal. You seductively bit your lip as you rolled one between your fingers, the physical pleasure only adding to the delight you felt at the cute little whimper she emitted.

Imelda must have noticed the increased flow of juices trickling from your slit, as she began lapping at you with greater fervour. You pushed away the black strands from her face, adoring the way her eyes would roll up to look at you as her tongue swept through your folds.

“You’re so fucking pretty, eating my pussy like that,” you whispered to her. She smiled at you before wrapping her lips around your clit, sucking on the nub while she eased a finger into you, taking over where her tongue had left off. You moaned as if something had possessed you, forehead creasing in desperate bliss as your hips started grinding against her face of their own volition. Even in your wildest dreams you would have never dared to imagine this scenario; your Imelda, committing herself fully to your pleasure, while your Poppy watched on, lost in her own haze of pure, unadulterated lust. The Hufflepuff was shedding all semblance of modesty as Imelda fucked you so well to your release, riding her hand, pushing her lips together in a largely futile effort to stifle her obscene cries of pleasure.

Imelda must have taken note too, for you felt the vibrations of her grunting deep inside your pussy. She was sucking with more strength now, no longer set on any intent but to make you come, hard. Your hips bucked as she added another finger, the digits sloshing in your essence, your walls tightening around her as you felt the familiar onset of naked release.

“Oh fuck, right there –” you gasped, encouraging her as she hit that perfect rhythm that was sure to bring about your orgasm. The room filled with wet sounds and sex-fueled moaning, each of you lost in your own sensual cadence. It was pure fucking depravity of the best sort, and it was about to reach its perfect climax –

Your body locked up as you finally reached that state of being that made your vision go white and your voice climb to inaudible heights. Imelda held you tightly while your orgasm washed over you, making sure you didn’t accidentally hurt yourself as your back rose from the couch and your limbs strained under the powerful release of your pure ecstasy. Your reward came to her in a gush of juices, which she swallowed greedily, only climbing up on top of you once she had fully licked you clean.

“Merlin’s Beard,” you sighed, “I think that’s the hardest I ever came –”

Imelda smiled, pressing a pleasantly you-flavoured kiss to your lips. “I think our little audience liked it as well.”

You both turned to look at Poppy, unable to resist a chuckle at the dishevelled figure splayed out on the armchair. She only managed a lopsided smile as she sighed, “That was… wonderful…”

Well fucked out as you were, you felt that Imelda was owed a little more than your pussy juices for her mind-blowing performance. You swept her lips up in yours once more before flashing her a smile. “Want me to return the favour?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” She took a moment to relieve herself of her own clothes, and of course, her deliciously bare form was just begging for your attention. So you spent a few minutes doing exactly that, kissing her freckled shoulders and cupping her smooth globes. It didn’t take her long to push you back onto the sofa, however. “Enough.” She positioned her athletic frame on top of you, allowing you to lovingly drink in the glorious nakedness of your Slytherin goddess as she made her intentions plain. “I hope you’re ready, love, because I’m going to ride that pretty mouth of yours until I’m cumming and screaming your name.”

Gods yes, there was nothing else you wanted more, as if servicing her was all you were made for. You watched in anticipation as she lifted herself on her knees, remembering to take a deep breath just before she mounted your face. Her slick folds met your lips, the taste of her arousal drowning out all of your other senses. Merlin, she would be the death of you someday…

You probed carefully, trying to find a pace that would satisfy her, though she swiftly began grinding on her own accord. “I didn’t ask you to go easy on me, girl. Stop fucking about.”

Fair enough. You seized her hips, holding her in place as you drove your tongue inside of her. Her reaction was mostly invisible to your eyes, but judging by the earth-shattering groan she emitted and the way you were suddenly drowning in her juices, you figured you were doing something right.

Content with her response to your ministrations, you settled into a nice pace, flicking your tongue up and down her slit while you paid close attention to the sounds she was making. Her fingers gripped into your hair, holding you steady as she rocked her hips into you. “Right there…” she moaned, “fucking eat me like the good girl you are…”

You hummed against her clit, lapping at her like a greedy little pup. A delightful shiver tickled your skin at the menacing chuckle she emitted, this time directed at Poppy. “You like watching us, girlie? You like how I’m riding this precious mouth you like kissing so much? You want me to see come all over those pretty fucking lips?”

Good grief. Even if you weren’t the intended audience in this scenario, Imelda was doing an awfully good job at turning you on. You tried very hard not to lose rhythm as she continued her taunting, worried that any drop in pace might cause her to stop.

“Maybe I’ll let you come over and clean her up when I’m through with her,” she chuckled under her breath. “It would be so hot to see you two make out… tasting me on her lips… fuck, even thinking about it is getting me so wet –”

Yeah, you could tell. You were starting to feel lightheaded, and not merely because of the excess of Imelda trickling down your chin. Though you kept the pace, not wanting to disappoint your lover.

“Oh yes,” Imelda cursed, “I see you touching yourself. You’re wishing it was you she was fucking, aren’t you? You’re thinking about it… having her tongue inside of you… seeing those beautiful eyes look up at you while she’s completely devoting herself to making you cum…”

Enough. You could honestly listen to Imelda egging on Poppy for hours, but a mischievous part of you was very eager to knock the so-called Queen of Quidditch down a perch. So you decided to shift gears, grabbing her arse, nails burying themselves into her toned cheeks while you started properly fucking her senseless.

Her reaction was beyond satisfying. From your place between her thighs, you had a perfect view of the delightful sway of her breasts and the desperate expression on her face as her taunting gave way to the lewdest moans you’d ever managed to elicit from her. You had successfully moulded her into a creature of nothing but pure pleasure, wiping every rational thought from her mind as she rode you fiercely, desperate to claim any bit of physical relief you had to offer. And you were keen to provide. You kept tongue-fucking her, nuzzling her clit until your vision blurred and the sounds ringing in your ears were nothing but the combined gasps of your two lovers.

It was only a matter of time before Imelda came crashing over the edge, collapsing on top of you as she screamed “I love you both!” at the top of her lungs. You were smothered with her honey, your senses straining as your body cried out for oxygen. The following moments were more or less a dizzy haze as you felt Imelda’s weight shift off your face, spotty colours filling your vision.

It took you a while before you managed to regain control of your senses, opening your eyes to Imelda’s glorious visage, her flushed cheeks framed by her damp black hair. A hint of concern had been visible in her eyes, though it quickly dissipated as she flashed you a loving smile. “There you go. Seems as if you’d almost passed out for a minute – sorry about that.”

“Honestly, suffocating between your thighs is the only way I would want to go,” you sighed contentedly, causing her to chuckle as she crawled on top of you and planted a tender kiss on your lips. “That was amazing, dear. I didn’t know you could be so… fierce.”

“I will admit I had an incentive to put on a good performance.” You turned to the other presence in the room. “Are you all right, Poppy?”

Poppy barely managed to raise her head to look at you, looking positively even more like a mess after her second orgasm. “Never… better…” she muttered, before falling back again.

You let out a giggle as you turned back to Imelda, who met you in another sweet kiss. “What about you?” she asked. “Happy?”

“Happy,” you replied with an eager nod.

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[blueraineshadows]

I Say Who Gets To Touch

This is pure indulgence! 🔥 🔞 NSFW

Sebastian Sallow x F!MC x Imelda Reyes

Yep, and Imelda is in charge! This actually follows on from my Imelda x F!MC series, but can be read as a stand alone.

Smut pure and simple from the first word 🥵

MC let her head fall back against the wall, eyes closed, a low moan escaping her lips. Her hand was in Imelda's hair, fingers curling in the soft strands as she sucked and licked, MC's leg over her shoulder, her skirt up round her hips.

"We should stop," MC breathed. "Someone could catch us....mmmm."

They were behind the Quidditch changing block, practise over, and should have been heading back to the castle for dinner. But Imelda was working her magic, and MC couldn't pull away. Imelda always liked to fuck after Quidditch, it got her all riled up.

MC felt a prickling sensation on the back of her neck and lifted her head, eyes opening, and froze.

Sebastian was standing there, eyes wide, mouth hanging open, staring at her. As their eyes locked his face flushed a brilliant red, she could see the flare of panic in his gaze at being caught watching them, and he turned to flee.

"Seb!" MC cried.

Her hand tugged at Imelda's hair, pulling her away from between her thighs. Imelda grunted and wiped her mouth. She glared up at MC. "Did you just say Seb!?"

MC looked down at Imelda, cringing. "Um, yeah, sorry," she glanced at where Sebastian had disappeared. "He saw us..."

Imelda was on her feet instantly. "He was fucking spying on us?" She growled.

"No, no, I think he just caught us by accident," MC said, reaching for her arm. "He looked rather shocked. I had promised to meet him for dinner, maybe he came to find me."

Imelda's mouth was a grim line. She sighed through her nose. "Why are you so bothered? He knows we're fucking."

MC bit her lower lip. "I'm not worried," she said. She blushed. "It was...well, it kind of turned me on a bit. Knowing he saw us..."

MC trailed off. Imelda was staring at her, eyes vicious. It was no secret that Imelda seethed with envy over how close MC was with Sebastian. They had kissed once after all, and MC had never denied that she was into men too. Her closeness with Sebastian wasn't something she was prepared to give up though, she had made that very clear. He meant too much to her.

"Would you fuck Sallow?" Imelda asked, bluntly. "If things were different, would you want that?"

MC's blush deepened. She didn't want to upset Imelda. "I don't want to fight about this," she said. "I know you aren't comfortable about it."

Imelda nodded and moved closer, she trailed her fingers down MC's cheek gently, and then gripped her chin hard. "Tell me the truth," she demanded. "If you had the chance, and it was all good, would you fuck him?"

MC clenched her thighs together, and nodded against Imelda's firm grip. "Yes, yes I would," she admitted, a little breathless. "I...I'm sorry."

Imelda squeezed her chin a bit tighter before roughly letting her go. "I thought as much," she said. She grimaced. "Don't apologise for it, though. I get it. You're not the only girl in this school who feels that way, and he knows it the smug bastard."

"Do you feel that way?" MC asked, curiously.

"I'm into girls, MC. Boys don't do it for me, really. And it's Sebastian, Anne's brother," she said. She pondered for a moment then shrugged. "But I guess I could be okay with him watching. It might be interesting to show him that I've got what he secretly wants."

MC gaped. "What?" Her voice came out a little strangled. "Are you being serious?"

"Aren't I always?" Imelda said. She quirked an eyebrow. "Talk to him, see what he thinks. We could put on a little show for him."

"With him just watching, or...?"

Imelda narrowed her eyes a little before her lips curved into a smirk. "Let's just see how things go. Maybe, if he's a good boy, I will let him touch you."

....*....

MC spotted Sebastian in the common room reading by the fire after dinner. She felt the thrill of anticipation course through her as she made her way over to him. There were some other students sitting nearby so they couldn't talk here.

As she appeared beside him, his eyes glanced up and he did a double take, his cheeks turning a little pink. She smiled mischievously and took hold of his hand. She crooked her finger with her other hand and beckoned him. "Come with me," she said.

He frowned. "Where?"

Her smile widened and she tugged at him impatiently. Curious, he put down his book and stood, letting her lead him towards the dormitory corridor.

"What's this about?" He asked.

"I want to talk to you," she said. She squeezed his hand in hers.

"Is this about earlier? Look, I'm sorry..."

She halted and turned to press a finger to his lips. "Shhh, its alright," she said.

His gaze was hesitant, unsure, but very curious. She grinned and pulled him into her dormitory, glancing about to make sure the coast was clear. Then she spun to him.

"Did you like what you saw?" She toyed with his tie a little.

"Who wouldn't?" He smirked. "You looked like you were enjoying yourself."

She bit her lower lip and leaned a little closer to him, heart thudding. That smirk always did things to her, she couldnt help it. "Want to watch again? Properly this time."

He gaped, his eyebrows shooting upwards. "Well, I was not expecting you to say that! Are you serious?"

She nodded and tugged playfully at his tie. "Imelda is okay with it," she said. "Tonight?"

He opened his mouth to answer and then paused. His eyes narrowed. "Is this a trick?"

She giggled and used his tie to tug him so close her mouth was a breath from his lips. "No tricks," she whispered. She watched, fascinated, as his pupils dilated. The promise of tonight sending shivers through her. She swept her tongue over his lip and then let him go, stepping back away from him before he could kiss her properly.

"So...see you later?"

He nodded. "You will."

....*....

The three of them stood in the girls dormitory, a sturdy locking charm on the door, and a silencing charm on the room. With those formalities out of the way, Imelda stood in front of Sebastian, her face no nonsense. She pointed a finger at him. "Just remember, you were invited to this," she warned. "Piss me off and I will kick you out, with or without your pants on. Got it?"

He smirked and nodded. Imelda just loved to be in control and he was intrigued to see how this was going to play out. He had never really considered Imelda in a sexual way before, and still wasn't sure how he had ended up in this situation, but here it was. "Got it," he agreed.

His eyes moved to MC, drawn to her more like. She was the main reason he was here, she was the reason he was in this situation. She met his gaze and smiled. He loved that smile and knew how it felt to kiss those lips. He would happily do it again.

Imelda pulled out the chair from the desk and pointed at it. She didn't crack a smile at all. "Sit," she commanded. "And don't move."

Sebastian moved to sit in the chair, the urge to salute a strong one, but he did not want to get kicked out of here.

MC moved to take the hand Imelda held out to her. Imelda gave Sebastian a smug look and then pulled MC in for a deep kiss. Sebastian shifted awkwardly in the chair, watching them kiss, arousal starting to gather at the sounds of their mouths. MC moved to begin undoing Imelda's blouse but Imelda pushed her hands away.

MC paused. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

Imelda nodded. "Take your blouse off instead," she said.

Sebastian licked his lips, leaning forward slightly as MC obliged, slipping her blouse from her shoulders to leave her in just a chemise and her skirt. Imelda undid her skirt and shoved it down over her hips, it pooled at MC's feet.

Her legs bare, the tease of midriff on show between her chemise and underwear, and the subtle press of nipples against the thin cotton of MC's chemise, had the blood rushing to his cock.

Imelda gave a MC a little shove towards Sebastian. She was most definitely in charge here. His eyes stared, transfixed, as Imelda hooked her fingers into MC's underwear and she slowly slid them down, exposing her to him. His mouth went dry, the ache in his groin escalating at such a tempting sight. He noticed MC tense her thighs, subtly clenching them together, and he almost moaned. He imagined sinking his teeth into the soft flesh and his cock twitched hungrily.

"Sit on his lap, facing him." Imelda instructed.

His gaze was hot and heavy as he looked up at MC. She was biting on her lower lip and he ached for a taste. His lips tingled at the memory of her tongue teasing him earlier. MC climbed on to his lap like a good girl, her hands on his shoulders. He immediately moved to hold her waist, a sigh escaping his lips as she sat, straddling him.

She was so soft, her scent familiar, but more heady, more arousing. Seeing her legs spread, opening her up right near his cock, was almost torture. His fingers flexed at her waist, and he smoothed his hands down to cup her bare hips, skin so soft and warm under his palms. Fuck, he wanted her.

Imelda moved behind him and he grunted in surprise as her quick, strong hands grabbed his arms, pulling them behind his back on the chair.

"What the fuck?" He said, trying to see what she was doing.

He heard the mutter of her charm and a cool, firm binding slid about his wrists, holding his hands together.

"No touching, Sallow," Imelda said near his ear. "You get to watch, I do the touching."

Bitch. He tested his wrists against the bindings and winced. Yeah, they were on there good and tight. He met MC's eyes and saw the lust burning in the depths of her gaze. She was flushed, and when she rolled her hips a little, teasing him, her lips parted and a small sigh escaped.

He smirked up at her, his eyes not hiding the fact that given the tiniest of chances, he would fuck her until she screamed. Her hands tightened on his shoulders, fingers digging in. She knew it.

Imelda moved to stand behind MC. She smirked smugly over her shoulder at him. "How's the view, Sallow? Or would you like more?"

"I wouldn't say no," he replied.

Imelda took the hem of MC's chemise and slid it upwards, MC lifting her arms aiding her. Sebastian's eyes devoured her breasts, soft curves ending in perfect little peaks that he wanted to attack with his mouth.

Imelda chuckled. "Careful, you might start dribbling in a minute." Imelda slid a hand round to cup one delicious breast in her hand, moulding it gently before tweaking the peak. MC moaned, her head tilting back a little. Fucking hell. He clenched his teeth, cock throbbing.

And then MC gave a surprised cry. Imelda was pulling her arms back and binding her wrists with the same charm. Imelda's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "No touching for you, either, MC," she said. "I'm in charge here, and don't you forget it. Nobody does anything unless I say so."

Sebastian winced at the ache in his balls. Imelda Reyes was turning him on! He never thought he would be thinking that.

MC rolled her hips, moaning, her heat brushing against the swell of his arousal through his trousers. His own hips flexed in answer, he couldn't help it. Imelda was watching, her face serious, intense. She had a firm grip on MC with one hand, supporting her weight as Imelda traced naughty fingers over her stomach, sliding them downwards to dip into her folds.

Sebastian groaned, staring as Imelda's fingers deftly swirled and parted MC, giving him a good look. MC was wet, perfect, and he licked his lips, his neck getting hot under the collar of his shirt. His hands fought against his bindings. He needed to touch, he wanted to feel that hot wetness with his own fingers.

Imelda knew what she was doing as she swirled up to circle teasing strokes over MC's clit, and MC writhed on Sebastian's lap. Imelda was watching Sebastian with interest, her own cheeks a little flushed. "She looks good doesn't she," Imelda taunted.

Sebastian could hear his own tortured breathing, the inticing wet sound coming from MC's wet pussy, and the sexy little sounds spilling from her mouth. She wriggled, rubbing herself along his length and a tight groan left him, his pelvis rocking to aid her searching out that much needed friction.

"She looks amazing," he moaned. He heard her little gasp and their eyes locked, a crackle of connection erupting between them. She ground her hips harder.

Imelda immediately grabbed MC's chin, twisting her face up for a kiss. Sebastian knew her game. He could play, he would have to tread carefully, but he could definitely play.

"How does she feel, Imelda, huh? Sure, she looks good, but tell me how she feels," he taunted. "I bet she is tight, hot and tight."

MC moaned and rutted. Imelda glared at him, but shifted and slid two fingers inside MC, fucking her slow and deliberate. Sebastian watched, the slick on Imelda's fingers glinting in the low light. His cock throbbed and he bucked his hips.

"Mmm, Sebastian," MC moaned.

Imelda stilled, her eyes flicking to MC, but MC was riding his lap, head tilted back, eyes closed. His heart pounded against his ribs. The sound of his name as a moan on her lips was making him lose his restraint.

"Is that what you want?" Imelda asked, quietly. "You want his cock?"

"Yes," MC sighed.

Imelda reached down and began to tug his trousers open. He gasped, angling his hips to aid her. His arousal was straining against his underwear, a damp patch had formed and Imelda winced. She shook her head. "Fuck sake, I never thought I would see the day I would touch your cock, Sallow," she sighed. She looked at MC. "I'm doing this for you, I hope you realise this."

MC looked down, panting. "Do it, I want to see him."

Sebastian grunted, air hissing through his teeth as Imelda shoved her hand in his pants and grabbed his cock. "Fuck, easy, Imelda!"

Imelda chuckled, her hand firm as she released him from his clothes. Both her and MC stared and he couldn't stop the blush that stained his cheeks.

Imelda was more curious than anything, and her thumb swept inquisitively up his length, he twitched under her touch and she smirked and did it again. "Oo, sensitive are we?"

MC was licking her lips and trying to press even closer. "Gods," she groaned. "Imelda, please..."

MC was fucking begging for him, pre-cum seeped from his tip, his hips flexing again. He wanted to give her what she was begging for. "Imelda," he groaned. "Fuck sake..."

Imelda wrapped her fingers tighter around him and began to hand fuck him. He gasped, shuddering as she slid her hand over him. MC whined and Imelda smirked. "He is so hard, MC," Imelda taunted. "But surprisingly silky soft too, who knew a cock felt so nice?"

Sebastian gritted his teeth, trying to keep his eyes on MC. She shuffled forward, pressing her soaked pussy against Imelda's hand and his cock, rolling her hips and he swore harshly at the feel of her, at the feel of them both.

With her hands bound, MC was struggling for balance. She was whining and moaning, desperately seeking friction. "Fuck this," she bit out. She stood and leant forward, angled her hips, and on tip toes, lowered herself downwards towards his cock.

Imelda gasped and stopped her, letting go of Sebastian's cock leaving it twitching and throbbing underneath MC. MC tried to push down on to him anyway, but Imelda was on her feet and pulled MC off his lap completely.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Imelda cried. "I thought I said nobody did anything without my say so."

"Free my hands," MC said. Her voice was calm but her eyes blazed. Her inner thighs were wet with slick, as were the front of his trousers. "Imelda...do it. You can leave him bound, but free me. Now."

"Careful, MC," Sebastian said. "She'll kick you out without your pants on. And then it will just be me and Imelda."

Imelda glared at him and he winked at her. Her cheeks flushed, and his smirk was devilish. He thought maybe she had quite liked fucking him with her hand for all her smack talk.

Imelda considered MC, her eyes roving over her naked body. She growled and shook her head. "Fine," she snapped. "But I get your climax."

Imelda freed MC's bind and told her to get on the bed. Then, to his surprise, she freed his hands too. "Don't make me regret this," she said.

He nodded once and followed her to the bed.

MC lay back on the mattress, Imelda spreading her thighs and moving to kiss her folds. Sebastian moved for a better look, watching as Imelda swirled her tongue over that pretty litte cunt. He couldn't stop himself, he put his hand on MC's knee, sliding his palm up her thigh. So bloody soft.

The back of his hand brushed against Imelda's hair, and without even looking she slapped at his hand. He bit back his smile at her possessiveness. He couldn't blame her. If MC was his, he would be feral right now.

MC arched her back, her hand seeking for him. She got hold of his arm and pulled. He threw Imelda a look and she nodded. Sebastian moved onto the bed beside MC and she put his hand on her breast.

He closed his eyes, savouring the feel of her, rolling her under his palm. The sounds from her mouth were right near his ear and it was so fucking arousing. And then it was her hand on his cock, sliding down the length and he thought he might actually blow his load onto the blanket.

MC's moans became cries, and he looked down to see her hips bucking, Imelda's eyes were closed as she sucked at MC, lapping up the release as MC shuddered through her climax.

He bit down on his own tongue, thinking of all manner of disgusting things to stave off his own orgasm.

Imelda was a smug bitch, her smile gloating as she sat back. "That's my girl," she said.

If Imelda didn't let him get a turn down there he was going to lose his shit. He looked at MC, her hand was still wrapped around him, she squeezed him gently and he groaned.

"What do you think, Imelda? I think Seb's been a good boy and earned a reward," MC said.

"A very good boy," he smirked. His hope soared, flaring hotly in his chest.

Imelda looked down to where MC was holding his cock and sighed. "I suppose he has earned a little treat," she said.

Sebastian exchanged a look with MC. He couldn't help it, and he was pleased to see the same excited look in her gaze that he could feel in his own. He knew she was with Imelda, he could respect that, but damn he wanted to fuck her.

He sat up, shuffling his trousers and underwear free. Imelda clamped her hand on his forearm. "No kissing," she stated, firmly. She looked to MC. "It's too personal."

He shrugged. "Fair enough."

As he moved between MC's thighs, she reached up and began undoing his shirt buttons with nimble fingers, her teeth biting at her bottom lip. She smoothed her palms over his chest with a little moan.

"Ready?" He asked. "I'm not going to go easy on you after all that dammed teasing."

Her eyes flared. "I'm ready," she breathed.

He pushed into her, slowly, savouring the heat, the tightness, the fucking exquisite clench of her walls. He zoned out for a few seconds, both of them moaning at the same time. "Fuck, that feels so good!"

He meant what he said. He did not hold back. He thrust, hard, snapping his hips as he plunged in to her. Her hands flew up to cling to him, her nails a stinging bite into his skin as her head fell back, her mouth open as she cried out. "Oh, fuck!"

He forgot about Imelda for a moment, a red haze descended as he pounded MC into the mattress, his skin slapping against hers, the squelch of her juices driving him insane. And MC took it, her legs bending to clamp around him, her hips lifting.

He could hear the feral sound of his own voice as he pushed towards his climax. And then he felt the cool, slip of a hand down his stomach as Imelda fucking cupped his balls and squeezed. He almost roared at the feeling.

And then she was pressing her finger tips to MC, every thrust he slammed in, he was rubbing up against Imelda's hand. Fuck, this was hot this was too fucking much!

"Come for him, MC," Imelda said. She teased MC, her eyes dark as she smirked up at Sebastian.

"But...you said..." MC could barely breathe, let alone speak. Sebastian felt a deep twist of satisfaction. Take it, take it like a good girl.

"I changed my mind," Imelda said. "I want to see you cum on his cock."

MC cried out, a hand flinging out to grip at the blanket, twisting it with a white knuckled hand.

"I'm close," he panted. "Fuck..."

He shifted his angle slightly and MC's feet went up onto her toes. He felt the tremble deep within her, the start of a clenching sensation. She squeezed her eyes shut and a dark flush spread all the way up her chest and neck, flooding her face as a low, feral moan left her throat.

Sebastian slammed in deep, losing it, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he pumped her full of his cum. Imelda's hand was crushed in between them as he slumped forward, his face pressed against MC's breasts, his breath hot and fast against her sweat slicked skin.

Nobody spoke. Just harsh breathing. He felt gentle fingers slide into his hair, stroking through the strands, and goosebumps erupted over his flushed skin. He closed his eyes.

This was one experience he never wanted to forget.

....*....

Imelda pressed her face into the hair at the back of MC's neck, her arms wrapped snugly about her waist, the bed covers high and cosy around them. "Are you alright?" She whispered.

MC nodded. She stroked the back of Imelda's hand. "Thank you," she whispered back. "For tonight. It probably wasn't an easy thing for you to do."

It hadn't been. Imelda had seen the way MC and Sebastian had looked at each other, the plea in MC's voice for him. Their connection was strong, even a fool could see it. She held MC a little tighter, grateful that it was her sleeping next to MC, and not him.

But, it hadn't been as awful as she had first thought. It made her hot to think of the way she had been aroused at the way Sallow had moaned. And the feel of his cock had been rather intriguing. She would rather die than have it anywhere near her, no fucking way was she letting that throbbing thing be put inside her. But, she could appreciate that MC felt differently.

"I know you feel deeply for him, MC," she said. "As long as there are boundaries, and as long as everyone is comfortable with it, then I'm okay with it."

MC twisted to look up at her, she put her hand to Imelda's face. "You didn't have to do this. I do appreciate it."

"Just promise me you won't fuck him alone, without me there," Imelda said. She hated how vulnerable that sounded.

"I wouldn't do that," MC said. "I'm with you. We don't even have to do anything like that again. Seb will understand."

"Of course he will," Imelda said. "He's such a little bitch for you."

MC giggled. "And for you, too," she said. She booped Imelda on the nose making her scowl. "I saw the way you two looked at each other when you had your hand on him. Admit it, tonight was fun."

Imelda's cheeks darkened with a flush. She scowled viciously. "You breath one word of this to Anne and I will cut Sebastian's balls off and feed them to him. Do you hear me?"

MC smothered her laughter, burying her face into Imelda's neck, and then Imelda felt a chuckle bubbling up her own throat. MC was right, tonight had been fun.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow #imelda reyes #imelda reyes is a boss bitch #f!mc x imelda reyes #imelda reyes smut #sebastian sallow x f!mc x imelda reyes #blueraineshadows

[wrathmourne]

Competitively Yours

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy Relationship: Imelda Reyes / reader (amab) Warnings: 18+ explicit, Slytherin reader, flirting, cunnilingus, riding, vaginal sex, overstimulation Summary: You and Imelda had been friends for a while, and your friendship had a competitive nature. It was time to finally use that competitiveness to your advantage and create a bet you knew you wouldn't lose.

Preview: “If you think I’m going to lose, how about we make a bet?”

Imelda seemed interested at your request, crossing her arms in front of her. “Such as?” she inquired.

“Whoever loses the race gets to be subjected to anything that the winner decides,” you began. “If you win, again, you can embarrass me in front of the first years or something, or whatever you want to do to me.”

“And if you win?” she replied.

“I do whatever I want to do. Not telling you unless I win.”

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[antaresgalaeth]

Request by anon. Ominis x Mc x Imelda

He cannot hold anymore... 🥵🥵

First sketch. 🔞 Uncensored version [here]

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[superconductivebean]

#746: несу фанфик!

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Описание: это kinktober, тут кинки, сюжета не искать; но фичок как-бэ имеет отношение к одному долгострою, но и читать можно без каких-то вводных, кроме игровых. Эмся названная — Джулия.

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Бесцеремонно прижатой щекой к сырому кафелю в душевых Джулия оказывалась только в своих самых неспокойных снах.

Как во снах, грубоватые пальцы Имельды так же врезались в упругие мышцы её спины, больно ползли вдоль позвоночника вниз, сдавливали ягодицы и пробегались по вдоль напряжённых бёдер. И как во снах, Имельда не стеснялась, призрачно касаясь и ладонь занеся, чтобы через пару секунд звучно шлёпнуть, шумной ухмылкой одобрить её податливость и нашептать непристойностей в подставленное ухо.

Но совсем не как во сне жёсткая дуга сильной ладони протиснулась между её разведённых ног и удобно легла вдоль разгорячённой, взмокшей плоти.

— Джулия, — горячий шёпот Имельды обжёг ей ухо, и её губы тут же поймали её выдох в коротком поцелуе. — Руки по обе стороны от головы. Будешь ныть, заткну.

Прогуливаясь по бёдрам Имельды своими руками, упираясь в её шаловливые пальцы и ёрзая на её ладони, Джулия посмеялась:

— Мелли, ну зачем так жестоко…

— Затем, что у тебя есть мы, но позабавиться ты решила со своей рукой!

В основании зубы Имельды больно сомкнулись и потянули за собой глубоко сидевший в груди низкий, застывший в горле вибрацией стон. Голос Имельды оставался в ушах злым эхом в шуме воды, пока её пальцы беззастенчиво шарились между ног, по-хозяйски протискивались во влагалище на фалангу, выскользнув, скользким теплом обжимали клитор и проскальзывали по его твёрденькой головке.

Робкими, дрожащими своими пальцами Джулия накрыла её хамскую ладонь, другой обжимая жавшую грудь; и не стой прижатой к стене, Джулия предпочла бы уложить затылок Имельде на плечо.

Ей казалось, секвенции судорожных вздохов выстраивались Имельдой в звенья длинной мелодии её судорожных вздохов; её стонов и просьб поцеловать или сжать посильнее, не стесняться.

— Руки у головы! — строго повторила Имельда, и Джулия робко подчинилась, слизнув улыбку со своих губ. — Умница.

Получасом ранее Джулия зашла в душевые самой последней.

Только вчера утром она прогуливалась по Косой аллее, ела мороженое с Поппи и яро спорила о чём-то с Имельдой по дороге в банк. В обед они втроём сели на Хогворц Экспресс, и, попрощавшись с мистером Рейесом и бабулей Поппи, забрались в самое дальнее купе, подальше от любопытствовавших глаз и шума; как и многие другие семикурсники, подуставшие от суетности, окружавшей неблизкий путь гамом студентов младших курсов и перешёптыванием заядлых сплетников.

Восемь часов в дороге назад, на Гленфиннан, Джулии показались изнурительно долгими.

Девчонки были с ней согласны. Сначала они принялись причитать, но скоро недовольство сменилось непристойными шутками; сочинением строчек вульгарному лимерику, мнениями, которое не выскажешь в приличном обществе. Развлечение себя исчерпало не успел Экспресс добраться до Ливерпуля.

Каждая хотела укорить другую: могли бы встретиться неделей раньше и спокойно перебраться в Хогсмид со всеми вещами, а оттуда спокойно дойти до замка вечером первого числа. Однако ни одна не могла высказать её вслух: для Джулии осень тысяча восемьсот девяносто третьего была последней возможностью отправиться в Хогворц, как все; на Экспрессе, а не в запряжённой фестралами карете или пешком из Хогсмида, мило беседуя с профессором Шарпом о предстоявшем, точно небогатом на события, тысяча восемьсот девяносто первом годе.

Вид за окном быстро приковал к себе внимание Джулии.

Поппи тотчас принялась рассказывать, какие твари водились в округе и на каком участке пути от Бирмингема до Манчестера чаще всего видели уэльских зелёных драконов из окон, смотревших на запад, — и как часто такой дракон ошибочно принимал облака дыма у локомотива за овцу.

В неловкой тишине, вдруг напавшей на купе, Поппи продолжала свой рассказ с выразительностью, с которой увлечённые лекторы обычно делятся со студентами опытом, удачным и ужасным. Имельда и Джулия иногда переглядывались, загадочно улыбаясь, но скорее собственным мыслям, а не друг другу. Каждая из них могла вдруг неостановимо заговорить о мётлах и стратегии, зельях и выкройках. Поппи органично смотрелась в их компании, — скромно умолчим в этой описательной части, что в такой формулировке следовало писать Имельду, как позднее дополнение амура Поппи и Джулии, — однако именно её рассказ чаще прочих заставлял недоумённо скосить брови; хлопнув глазами, немо и нервно спросить, так ли необходимо каждый раз упоминать судьбу очередного Локомотива, в очередной же раз подверженного не иначе Божьей каре за какой-то страшный Грех.

Где-то на обсуждении таксономической разницы виверны и амфиптерия Имельда, вдруг заритворствовав, всхрапела и напомнила: Ланкастер — позади, а от Глазго до Гленфиннана — рукой подать, и даже зайди Экспресс на крюк через Абердин и Инвернесс, им останутся считанные часы в пути до Хогворца; пора бы всем приодеться по магической моде и вспомнить, что Хогворц не Лондон! — и вперилась в Джулию не терпевшим возражений взглядом.

Джулия, оправив корсаж с пышным рукавом, согласилась, а произошедшее у Карлайла осталось в Карлайле.

Однако воспоминание о пылких поцелуях и всего лишь просьбе помочь расшнуровать корсет, — чтобы не выглядеть в Большом зале как набросившая факультетский азурит на плечи жеманница, — покидать её налитую тяжестью усталости голову отказывалось с решительным упрямством.

А следовавшим утром субботы — уроков по субботам никогда не ставили — мадам Когава распорядилась: присутствовавшим в Большом зале игрокам факультетских сборных — размяться перед началом сезона.

Получасом ранее, изобразив на лице усталость и сонливость, будто двухчасовой разогрев с игроками других сборных прошёл как четыре часа Зелий, Джулия зашла в душевые самой последней.

Первое сентября тысяча восемьсот девяносто третьего изнурило её, и второго сентября, насидевшись и налетавшись на метле, пообжимав крепкое древко бёдрами, в душевой Джулия изнемогла под мягкой лаской собственных пальцев.

Если бы Джулия только знала, что Имельда ради неё решит задержаться, лишь для вида подавшись за остальными слизеринцами к выходу; если бы знала — дождалась и, стерпев, оторвала от себя руки, чтобы приглашающе развести, а не почувствовать запястьями прохладный кафель, а затем острое и наглое колено между подкашивавшихся ног. Может, впрочем, в том и был замысел Имельды: так, яростно хлопнув дверью и напугав, накинуться, не боясь, что кто-то зайдёт и увидит их пылкий поцелуй, услышит скабрёзности за шумом воды и различит в страстной полифонии за высокими нотами чавкающих поцелуев чпоки встречавшей гладкую поверхность бедра вульвы.

А потом Джулия почувствовала кафель щекой, резко развёрнутая, — и под лаской Имельды она вилась, как сбегавшие по стене струи воды.

— Мелли… — Ладонь Имельды плотно накрыла рот. — Мм!..

Имельда прошептала:

— Не ной, или, как жму соски, будешь представлять. Или о стену натрёшь. Выбирай, как тебе больше нравится.

Её ладонь съехала на подбородок. В недолгую секунду, отведённую на ответ, Джулия попросила о поцелуе.

Имельда уложила голову на её острое плечо и прижалась губами к скуле.

Рисуя круги вокруг твёрдо чувствовавшейся головки клитора, размазывая тёплый секрет по ногам, натирая разогретую кожу и заодно придерживая вихлявший её зад, она поиздевалась:

— А заслужила, так думаешь?

— Ну, Мерлин… — содрогнулась Джулия, сжавшись вокруг её жёсткой ладони. — Ты серьёзно?

— Да, как всегда, — она улыбнулась. — Не я ныла себе же в губы, как соскучилась и всё тому подобное, лезла, о бедро тёрлась.

— Я ныла и я ною, но ещё никто меня не ревновал к моей же руке!

Имельда усмешливо прошептала: «А у тебя так много любовниц было!» — и вполголоса сказала:

— Поэтому они обе теперь там, где я их вижу. — Джулия упиралась в кафель ногтями и царапала стену; рисунок вен отчётливым рельефом проступал на бледной коже её запястий. — Поняла?

— Поняла что? — притворилась Джулия и, почувствовав руку под челюстью, послушно замолчала.

Имельда не ревновала её к рукам, но к самой мысли о самоублажении питала некоторую… брезгливость. Изнуряющей, колючей лаской, от которой по ногам сбегали вязкие горячие капли, она хотела напомнить: с кем-то — веселее, чем одной. Джулия не могла, не хотела с ней спорить: она была права.

Однако на этот раз Имельда вложила какую-то новую, пугающую импликацию в свою извечную претензию вымещать пыл на чужие, а не свои пальцы; или, хотя бы, убедиться, что пара вожделевших глаз прикована к её телу и неотрывно следит за каждым, малейшим движением.

— Не нравится мне, как ты себя стала вести. Совсем распоясалась! Нужно тебе указать на твою жёрдочку. Или сунуть её тебе в зубы.

— Мелли, ну что ты такое говоришь, — рассмеялась Джулия.

Импликатив заставил её в предвкушении замереть и медленную ласку, пробежавшую от клитора к тугой мышце промежности, считать, как жест выражения какой-то новой эмоции. Нового пожелания.

Взгляд Имельды горел странным вожделением, перед которым хотелось медленно сползти на залитый пол и сесть на коленях.

Джулия проглотила комочек слюны и задумалась. Она чаще подчинялась порыву, чем его вела; неслась в этой страсти, как в потоке бурной реки — будучи при том сама, как та река, как та дикая примордиальная сила, толкавшая её воды вперёд.

Сплавляться вместе с ней к примату наслаждения, со слов Имельды, похоже на небольшое, но завлекательное приключение, — только иногда её голос будто грозил сорваться в обыкновенную насмешку и больно уколоть, напомнив не расслабляться, как с Поппи. Имельде словно не доставало одной ей понятной предсказуемости — такой, которую чувствуешь, сидя на метле высоко над полем посреди матча и точно знаешь, где заканчивается умение играть и начинается всевероятный случай. Для зрителей и некоторых соперниц, обычно, это выглядело как полный и неотъёмный контроль над квоффлом и всей-всей-всей игрой.

Такой предсказуемости, чувствовала Джулия, которую ощущаешь, нависнув над кем-то. Над Поппи.

Но то, чего вдруг возжелала Имельда, было чем-то другим.

Она хотела не отдаться потоку той страсти, а подчинить его себе — и указать ему направление, и следить за меандром, и сплавиться по собственносозданному течению и не ради очаровательного впадения в романтичную дельту оргазма, — но самого пути к ней по порогам, безветрию и засухам, и тоже называя чарующую развязку — приматом наслаждения.

— Из нас двоих метлу под собой распускаешь ты, но наказать за что-то хочешь меня! — пошутила Джулия.

Имельда усмехнулась:

— Метла меня прокормит, я готова терпеть любые издержки, а ты. Ты могла бы и потерпеть, лавочница, — она прыснула, заглянув Джулии в серый глаз, вдруг зло потемневший. — Прости, у тебя такой лицо сейчас было. Бесценное просто. — Имельда обрушила град кусачих поцелуев на её сырой висок, и Джулия зажмурилась. — Так задорно хвостом передо мной ты ещё не виляла; не упирайся только, что терпишь. Податливая ты какая-то сегодня, спесивая. Подрочила так хорошо или, хе-хе, Джулс, так я и думала: нравится, когда тобой помыкают? — Имельда больно сжала грудь и поигралась соском. — Хочешь, хорошей девочкой, умничкой назову? А негодницей?

Джулия закатила глаза.

— Ну нравится мне, да, — простонала Джулия; её разгорячённое нутро вдруг сжалось, пустило дрожь по всему телу, но сногсшибательное тепло, предвещавшее судорогу оргазма, откуда-то из глубин лона спускаться не торопилось; как ладонь Имельды не торопилась нырнуть пальцами в упругое тепло её влагалища. — Скажи ещё, что сейчас спустишься и лизнёшь меня там, отстранишься; подождёшь, пока расстроюсь и оденусь, а потом попросишь до вечера подождать, чтобы я в предвкушении с ума сошла. И я сойду. Мелли, я на стены полезу. Волосы с глаз уберу, чтобы на часы смотреть весь день. А сейчас только утро. Мелли. Угомонись.

— А хочешь так? Можно устроить, — улыбаясь, прошептала Имельда. — Только отвечай честно, учти, условия поставлю строгие. — Она обняла крепче. — Хочу, чтобы ты млела, и текла, и ныла; хочу тебя жрать весь вечер и слизывать слёзы с твоих щёк, потому что ты будешь кричать, плакать и рваться из моих рук, из верёвки или галстука. Домашним птичкам не положено с голыми лапками ходить, — Её поцелуй остался в ухе очень громким чмоком, — сделаем тебе опутенки и напомним, где жёрдочка твоя, на которой тебе положено сидеть.

— Мелли. — Джулия задумалась; только подумав, она нарушила хотя бы одно из условий, какими бы они ни были, а уж как объяснить всё Поппи… — Ты ж, зараза, и я рот этот грязный целую каждый день. Доведёшь, когда-нибудь, до греха.

Имельда отползла пальцами выше, к низу живота. Джулия нахмурилась, но не посмела опустить рук, только прижалась задницей к её горячему лобку и потёрлась о колючий волос.

— А доведу? — поинтересовалась Имельда. — Что ты мне сделаешь? Или себе? Джулс, вечером забудь про свои руки, что они у тебя есть, тоже забудь. Свяжу и буду ебсти, пока не осипнешь. Я всё сказала, что хотела, по этому поводу, тебе пиздец. — Имельда облизнулась. — В отместку, что не дождалась там, в раздевалке. Знаешь ведь, курица, что при одном взгляде на тебя у меня пизда горит. Я захожу в душ и что я вижу!..

Джулия затряслась от смеха.

— Да что на тебя нашло! Мелли!

Её руки опоясали тело, и Джулия подзабыла, как дышать.

Имельда придавила её к стене всю, неуёмно целуя в основание шеи, где выступал позвонок, и гуляла по её стянутому животу сырыми ладонями, легко царапая костяшки о швы кафеля. Сдавливала небольшую, упругую грудь, тянула за жёсткие соски, обводила грубоватыми подушечками пальцев шрамы на рёбрах и придерживала у боков острыми локтями; упиралась лобком в её мягкую задницу.

У Джулии дрожали коленки.

— Что на меня нашло. — Имельда резко выдохнула ей в ухо и прикусила мочку. — Дырка в панталонах для таких, как ты, суккубов, сделана, понятно?

— Тебе понравилось. Не отрицай, — слабо улыбнулась Джулия.

— Так бы и слушала, как ты скулишь, да-да, да, — огрызнулась Имельда. Перед Карлайлом… — Ты боишься потерпеть всего лишь пару часов.  

…Джулия царапала эмалированную стену купе у опущенной на окно шторы, сипя и кусая губы, скуля в собственную дрожащую, холодную ладонь, пока Имельда терялась носом между её дрожавших бёдер. Затянутый корсет не позволял дышать полной грудью и не разрешал гнуться, в крепкой хватке Имельды нельзя было повернуться.

Имельда задыхалась под ней, держалась за неё, как будто лежала спиной на самом краю обрыва, а не лежала, вдавленная в пружины мягкого сидения; жалобным взглядом простреливала ей сердце: пока её язык валял клитор на себе как бусинку, пока скользил внутрь и описывал круги в мягких складках, пуская по ним приятную вибрацию шедших глубоко из груди отчаянных стонов — где-то позади них на том же сидении одна рука Поппи держала шнур корсета Джулии, другая — иначе не скажешь, Имельду звучно пытала и трахала с, немного-немало, настоящим натуралистическим интересом…

— Должна же я тебе отплатить. Сикль за сикль, — гаденько пролепетала Имельда. — А будешь визжать, суну что-нибудь в рот!

Джулия отдышалась и, получив ещё один поцелуй, тихо произнесла:

— Мне страшно… так.

— Не когда ты вся взмокнешь и распалишься, ещё лодыжки прихватить Incarcerous попросишь, чтобы самой ноги не разводить. Они тебе всё равно ни к чему будут, как и твой длинный язык. Толку от него, если совсем не эти губы, — Имельда обвела рот Джулии большим пальцем и мягко надавила на нижнюю, — будут занимать мой.

Нутро вдруг сжалось снова, прихватив фалангу Имельды и заставив Джулию по-блядски насадиться глубже. Издевательски нежный поцелуй в уголок губы перехватил её резкий вдох и превратился в поцелуй-настоящий, когда язык танцует с языком и непереносимо хочется больше, хочется ещё.

— Поучим тебя терпению, — облизнулась Имельда её слюной. — Намучаешься. Умничка такая, так рук и не убрала… Нужно тебя как-то за это похвалить.

Джулия захотела спросить, откуда в Имельде появилось столько воли. Раньше она бы, кинувшись на неё с поцелуями, вжав во все стены, полы и углы, усадила на бортик ванны и оттрахала, захлёбываясь и в своих, и в её стонах. Джулия ждала, когда тёрлась о её бедро, именно этого: привычной физической грубости, обыкновенной жёсткой тактильности, выбивавшей любые мысли из её вечно занятой чем-то головы. Но в этот раз Имельда нацелилась выгнать оттуда остатки трезвомыслия, и об этом Джулия хотела спросить тем же вопросом, но смогла только выдавить жалкое и зажатое:

— Да брось ты…

— Ну почему нет? Ты испугалась или верёвка на запястьях тебя пугает больше? — Имельда огладила её плечо и захватила в ласковые объятия, клевала в щёку носом. — Прости. Я не заставляю, если что, интересно просто. В Холихеде ты не возражала.

В Холихеде Джулия разрешила связать себе руки за спиной, проиграв спор, и потом ворочалась под шутливой лаской четырёх рук, смеясь и теряя голову в долгих поцелуях; разглядывала озадаченность на лицах любовниц, чувствуя обжигающее тепло на собственных щеках, кусала губы, когда щекотка сменилась руками в бриджах и зубами на сосках — и затыкающими, властными поцелуями.

— Я… Мелли, такой ответ: да, и мне и с ними… Неловко, — призналась Джулия.

Страх казался ей, в сущности своей, иррациональным: не было угрозы в забиравшемся вовнутрь сильном языке и вреда в любящих руках; не может быть опасности в собственной постели, в окружении любящих душ и низла — существа, чувствовавшего злой умысел загодя. Однако идея кому-то, чему-то безудержному и с ума сводящему сдаться, сев не на колени, но собственную гордость придавив алчущей внимания плотью, разрешив отобрать свободу и приняв запрет говорить, а то и что-либо видеть, — Джулию пугала.

Это был примордиальный ужас, подкреплённый застарелым воспоминанием о попытках ашвайндеров пленить её. Джулии всегда удавалось удрать и едва не зубами выгрызать свободу, рискуя жизнями Натти и Поппи, Мары, но никогда — поддаться странной мысли сдаться случаю и увидеть мир с… немного другой стороны; эту страшную мысль не иначе нашёптывал Дьявол — тот же Дьявол, который невзначай просил сброситься с Астрономической башни, поймать спиной разогнавшийся бладжер или свалиться в Чёрное озеро.

Дьявол, который хотел её, связанную и согласную на это, трахнуть; Дьявол, который словами любимой Имельды, действиями её милой Поппи мягко просил хотя бы попробовать — и что-то в этом ужасе манило Джулию, как мотылька на огонь.

— Поцелуй меня? — робко попросила она. — Чтобы не боялась.

— Нашла, кого бояться, — вздохнула Имельда и чмокнула её пару раз. — Или ты стесняешься нашей ромашки?

К её тёплой улыбке хотелось прильнуть, но Имельда прильнула раньше.

— Наша ромашка в прошлый раз поставила мне такой синяк на заднице!.. Я пару дней садилась, вздрагивая, — пожаловалась Джулия.

Имельда прыснула:

— А она тебе когда-нибудь сосала? — Джулия осторожно кивнула. — Врёшь, просто лизала и лакала. Я сесть полдня не могла.

Джулия пихнулась в её сильных руках и снова почувствовала кафель щекой; в тёплых ладонях Имельды Джулия расслабила упёртые в стену кисти, только чтобы дёрнуться на её подставленном бедре назад, насев клитором на острое колено.

— У вас у всех на Слизерине такая привычка, да? — буркнула Джулия.

— Ну-ка? — навострилась Имельда. — Какая такая привычка?

— Привязать птичку за лапки, придержать крылышки с клювом и посмотреть, как она будет рваться, если тыкать её в грудинку острой палочкой?

— Только мы птичек медленно едим, — поправила Имельда. — И тебе так — тоже нравится.

Джулия плюнула:

— Да, блядь, мне всё, что ты творишь, нравится, даже твой оголтелый садизм! Суккубка!

— А ты же моя милая мазохистка-извращенка. Инкубочка. Так, руки; у головы держи, вот так. — Мягкий поцелуй Имельды сменился мягкой лаской её щекотно сбежавших вниз пальцев. — Так ты согласна? Нет или да?

— Ты меня связанную съешь, а она меня сожрёт! Нет, Мелли!

— И всё-таки. — Её пальцы снова обхватили клитор. Джулия вздрогнула; ладони сжались в кулаки. — Почему? Забудь про кляп, про верёвки. Про всё. Я тебя не принуждаю и не буду, но и раньше ты объясняла, что к чему, чтобы даже до Хобхауса долетело. Расскажи, не бойся, обещаю много не шутить и рук не распускать, — прошептала она, выкручивая клитор. — Джулия, бесстыдница. Ты вся течёшь. — Её средний палец скользнул к промежности и обратно, пока пальцы второй руки беззастенчиво проскальзывали внутрь влагалища каждый на фалангу-полторы. — Если отойду, задницу, отклячишь?

— Да… — простонала Джулия, уперев голову в свои предплечья. — Мелли, может, мы потом… поговорим потом?..

— Нет. — Ладонь Имельды снова накрыла её рот и снова в ушах остался отзвук её усмешки, гадкий и защекотавший где-то внутри так, что Джулия сжала пальцы ног и зажмурилась. — Не артачься. Себе я всегда надрочить успею. А ты начнёшь ныть, что я жестокая и оставила тебя, бедняжку, без оргазма.

Джулия всхлипнула в её ладонь:

— Я девственница! — и судорожно вздохнула, не сообразив, что сказала.

Имельда прыснула и заржала, как фестрал, бесстыдно сжав Джулии грудь, обняв её и облокотившись на неё всем немалым весом своего мускулистого тела.

— Прекрати, блядь, ржать, кобыла, да слезь ты с меня! — просипела Джулия, выставив перед собой руки. — Меня не трахали никогда! Я боюсь!

На смех Имельды, истерически громкий, должен был кто-то прийти.

Её должно было быть слышно в Хогсмиде.

— А ты вкусная там, внутри, — отсмеявшись и похлопав Джулию по лобку, сказала Имельда. — И на пальцах скакать тебе нравится. О бёдра тереться. А как ты материлась в Холихеде!.. И ты и сама не прочь кого-нибудь…

— Да, но… — Джулия замолчала.

Имельда убрала влажную прядь вившихся рыжих волос прочь с её лица и, смочив руку, пригладила, чтобы не сползла обратно, и снова расслабленно прислонилась к щеке Джулии.

— Курица, а вот расскажи: какая связь между действиями «привязать тебя к чему-нибудь» и «потыкаться в тебя хуем»? Я же правильно тебя поняла?

Джулия опешила:

— Никакая, но да, и так мне было бы… менее страшно. Наверное. Так, вот, да. — Джулия прикусила губу; смысла в таком объяснении не было, и откуда бы ему там взяться, когда между ног нагло хозяйничала чужая мягкая и распаренная, сильная ладонь. — Так понятно?

— Нет, ни хуя непонятно, — прыснула Имельда и вдруг осеклась. — Так, подожди… Джулия. Райт, такая-то ты блядь. — Имельда ужалила её в щёку. — И чего только не влетает в твою светлую голову; летит всякая мразь, как мотыльки на свет. Никогда бы не подумала на заучку с Рейвенкло, вы же все нюни, — искренне возмутилась Имельда, слизеринка, забывшая, что в незавидном положении придавленной к полу зазнайки как правило оказываются студенты её факультета. — Сладкие, наивные, заносчивые писечки. Нихуя ты не боишься. Ты стесняешься. — Поцелуй Имельды показался дольше остальных, напористее, но ласковее и теплее, чем любой до этого. — Обожаю тебя.

— Заткнись, просто заткнись, рот закрой, — раскраснелась Джулия, отвернувшись. — Забудь, что я обронила это вообще, всё, я ничего не говорила!

— А Саллоу-то и не знал. Как и Уизли! Мерлинова борода, дорогуша, у тебя в родне точно инкубы. Ну-ка расскажи мне, как ты до этого вообще додумалась? Кто с тобой так, кто успел? И с кем хотела ты? На чей бы села, чей Поппи отдала? — шептала Имельда. — У тебя три секунды перед тем, как я скажу слово на букву «Ш» и оканчивающееся на «арп». Я говорила, я предупреждала. Ну вот зачем ты с ним пила.

Джулия стыдливо уставилась в пол и пожелала в него провалиться.

Во-первых, с Шарпом она пила только сидр и такой крепости, которым невозможно споить жука. Во-вторых, так что Имельда была неправа. В-третьих, что Шарп мог сказать, кроме как высказать облегчение, что маленькие Уизли-Райты не забегают в замковом саду — и не приедут на лето в уютный коттедж в Дорсете? Конечно, имела в виду Имельда не это, но Джулия отказалась идти на поводу её глупой шутки, родившейся из невероятного глупого слуха зимой на пятом курсе — в необъяснимо глупый период её, Джулии, непростой жизни.

— Я не знаю, как. — Джулия прикусила губу. — Или знаю, только не скажу.

— Так. Джулия. Про вечер я пошутила, но я могу и передумать. Так нельзя: возбудить интерес и не дать ответ!

Джулия вздохнула:

— Потому что ты не хочешь знать. Я тоже не хочу знать. Давай вместе не хотеть?.. — попросила Джулия. — Наш взаимный интерес диктует нам потушить пизду, выражаясь твоим помойным слогом.

— О, я потушу тебе пизду, — обиделась Имельда. — Но ты этого не хочешь. Можешь не отвечать, не больно-то и хотелось у такой фри что-то спрашивать.

Больше неуместных замечаний и ужасных шуток Джулия ненавидела портить им обеим настроение собственной напористостью; она считала правильным выставить вокруг себя какие-то границы и очертить горизонт, но совершенно не желала мириться с мыслью, что так могла обидеть не случайного, а дорого сердцу человека.

Джулия извинилась.

Имельда смирила её похожим взглядом: виноватым и смущённым.

Не стоило напирать, не было нужды хамить.

— Прости, — попросила Имельда, прижавшись губами к виску. — Джулс.

— Мелли, я не скинула рук, — улыбнулась Джулия, оторвав ладонь от кафеля, только чтобы огладить Имельде линию скулы.

Она прижала её пальцы к щеке и поцеловала запястье.

— Твой сучий инстинкт Конец света переживёт, и не только его я в тебе люблю, Райт.

— Я знаю, но и как тебе, Рейес, объяснить, что меня раздражают мужики, я тоже не знаю. Свяжут и глазами хлопают.

— Джулия. — Имельда изогнула бровь. — Из бляди в доньи. Ты же помнишь, кем были те мужики? — не поверила она.

— Руквуд первым был, но не последним же.

Имельда снова прыснула; нервно улыбаясь, поцеловала её висок.

Джулия едва сдерживалась, чтобы не сползти по стене на пол и от усталости, и под весом Имельды, и ощущая недостаток воздуха — и тихое тепло возбуждение, поддерживаемое так долго — впервые; пережившее ссору, допрос, сальности, столько всего, что Джулия про себя удивилась и зажмурилась, не в силах смотреть на плывшую, как шорох воды, стену.

Имельда снова зажала ей рот и тихо попросила расслабиться всю.

В тишине раздевалки они оделись. Оправили мантии. Ещё раз пылко поцеловались.

Джулия расслабилась в крепком объятии, смакуя вкус Имельды на губах и дыша приятным одором её вившихся волос.

Тело неумолимо просилось поближе к вкусной еде, домашнему низлу и тёплой постели.

— Ты в лавочку сейчас? — ласково спросила Имельда, и Джулия клюнула лбом ей в плечо. — Поспишь? — Джулия кивнула. — Тогда хорошо поспи, не хочу, чтобы ты вдруг уснула.

— В смысле… — Щурясь, Джулия приподняла голову. — Ты о чём?

— Не прикидывайся дурочкой, всё ты поняла, — пожурила Имельда и хлопнула её по спине пару раз. — Готовься. Осипнешь. Нужно как-то тебя за прощение отблагодарить.

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Hushed Whispers - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader

Summary: After working Sebastian into a frenzy before class, he refuses to acquiesce to your half-measures and steals you away to finish what you started.

Alternatively summarized as you and Sebastian having frantic, semi-public sex in an empty classroom.

Based on a request I received for “impatient broom cupboard shenanigans” except they aren’t in a broom cupboard, but SEMANTICS.

Word Count: 2.9k

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

Full fic can be found here on Ao3!

You should have known you were playing with fire the second you rolled out of bed this morning. 

It had all started with a few light touches to motivate Sebastian into waking up. Nowadays he was all too content to tug the covers over his head and sleep through whatever class he was supposed to attend, so you’d taken the liberty of… enticing him, into turning his brain on. 

With your hands. On his cock. 

Maybe it was a little cruel in hindsight, but you hadn’t counted on Ominis drawing the curtains around the bed at the same time Sebastian was really getting into the feeling of you stroking him. Blue balled and embarrassed, you’d walked to breakfast with the two Slytherins in a tense silence. Sebastian was rigid, his lips pressed in a hard line as he doubled his efforts not to shift his hips too much while he walked, lest he come in his trousers from the friction. 

Now seated inside the Great Hall, Sebastian looked deep in thought before he asked, “Do you think Professor Weasley will let me retake the exam tomorrow if I skip today?” The fork in his ironclad grip seemed to be on the verge of bending in half. 

Ominis scowled at his plate, having expected him to say something like this. He had known exactly where Sebastian’s one-track mind would steer him after interrupting you both this morning. “Not without cause, and your boner isn’t a valid enough reason to miss an exam day.” 

There was no helping it– you snorted into your hot chocolate. Ominis continued to dissect his food in favor of entertaining his friend’s lust-fueled thoughts, and as you brought the rim of your cup to your lips, your eyes connected with Sebastian’s dark, suggestive gaze. 

Merlin’s beard. You shouldn’t have laughed. 

“We’ll meet you in class, Ominis.” Sebastian declared, smacking his fork down on the table and hauling you to your feet by the fabric of your robes. 

You hastily set down your drink before it could slosh all over the table. “We? Wait, what–” 

“Are you serious?” Ominis groused, and his brows slammed down atop those narrowed, milky blue eyes. “I am not covering for you this time. You can take the detention you’ll get in stride.” 

“Don’t bother, we’ll be there.” With that the brunet spun on his heel, dragging you with him as he strode out of the Great Hall and led you down a deserted corridor near the Courtyard. You were barely walking, completely at Sebastian’s mercy as he practically carried you by the scruff of your clothes to wherever he wanted to take you. Your feet caught on a few loose stones on the way, but your boyfriend simply tugged you upright before you had the chance to stumble. 

“Sebastian– wait, what the hell are you thinking?” 

He abruptly dipped to the right, pulling you into an empty classroom and throwing you against the wall as the door clicked shut beside you. “I’m thinking you should finish what you started this morning, darling.”

Before you could respond, Sebastian had captured your lips in a brutal kiss, biting and licking with an intensity that left you dizzy in his strong arms. You melted as he fucked his tongue into your mouth, clinging tighter to his shoulders as he brought one of his hands up to begin undoing the buttons on your blouse. The other delved lower, tracing up the burning skin of your leg and bunching the material of your skirt into a heap below your navel. When his fingers slipped under the cotton of your underwear, he swiped a digit through your wet folds, and you gasped into his mouth, garnering a chuckle from him. 

He teased around the bundle of nerves you were both desperate and loathing for him to touch. There wasn’t a lot of time before the two of you needed to be in your seats with your quills and parchment out, ready to take your Transfiguration exam. Sebastian might not care about his attendance, but you didn’t want to go out of your way to invoke the wrath of Professor Weasley. 

As though he could read your thoughts, Sebastian broke away from the kiss to mouth wetly down the column of your neck. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” he bit at your pulse gently, making you sigh and tip your head back against the wall. “I’ll be so good to you, but if I don’t have you now I’ll fail that fucking exam regardless of whether or not I’m there for it.” 

“F-Fuck, Sebastian,” you whispered into the empty air, and he rewarded you by roughly pressing circles around your clit, pinning you more firmly between his body and the wall so he could focus solely on shattering your composure. “We could be back at the dorms in like, two minutes.” 

He pulled away from your love-bitten neck to stare at you fixedly with those lust-dark eyes, “Or we could be fucking in two minutes.”

Touché. 

You finally relented, throwing caution to the wind as you wound your arms around Sebastian’s neck and crushed his lips to yours in a desperate kiss. To hell with it, you thought. You’d been just as disappointed leaving things the way you did this morning, even if seeing Sebastian so worked up was an added bonus to the whole thing. He met you halfway, leaning into you further to completely overwhelm your senses until all you could taste, hear, smell, and feel was him. Sebastian’s fingers resumed their ministrations against your core, drawing small twitches and breathy moans from you as he reduced you to a mewling pile of limbs. The steady roll of his groin against your thigh had you eagerly writhing back on his hand, hungry for more than just his teasing touch. 

When Sebastian finally thrust a slender finger inside of you, he practically lifted you onto your toes with the vigor he exhibited. The feeling had you groaning into his mouth, your nails digging painfully into the bare skin of his neck, and the sting had his cock twitching enthusiastically in his pants. 

“Hah,” he chuckled down at you, secretly losing his fucking mind at how perfect you looked trapped between his flushed chest and the wall. Your eyes were pinched shut with obvious desire as he stroked inside your pulsing heat with his finger, and when he went to add a second, you couldn’t help but shamelessly buck against him, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. “You’re enjoying this a bit more than you let on.” 

He felt your nails scrape up the nape of his neck before you grabbed a fistful of his hair, jerking his head forcefully to the side, and he swore your penetrating gaze bore into his very soul. “You started it.” 

All of his brain functions ceased when he felt you bite down on his pulse, working an angry bruise of your own into his freckled skin with a fervor that nearly had him coming in his trousers then and there. “Fuck, darling–” 

“Hurry up and fuck me already,” you kissed at the blossoming hicky once, twice, then began trailing one of your hands down to the leather of Sebastian’s belt. Your fingers had barely grazed the metal buckle before he was ripping his fingers out of your cunt to grip you by your hips, lifting you up easily so he could carry you to a desk a few feet away. 

In an instant Sebastian deposited you there and spun you around, aggressively yanking your skirt and undergarments down to your knees in one quick motion. As soon as you were exposed to him, he was pushing your chest into the cool wood, trusting you to lay still for him as he hastily undid his belt and shucked the material down some to free his painfully hard cock. Peering at him over your shoulder, you watched hungrily as Sebastian’s swollen member sprung free from his trousers, and you licked your lips when your eyes caught sight of the bead of pre-cum leaking from the head. 

Sebastian leaned over you then, his delicious weight sandwiching you against the desk, and he took a brief moment to relish in the feeling of his cock rubbing between the shapely curve of your ass. A small, needy sound slipped from your clenched teeth at the sensation, and Sebastian’s fingers wound their way in your hair to jerk your head back to meet him. At the same time he pulled your head towards him, he slammed his hips forward, sheathing himself in you so fast and so abruptly that your spine rounded and you were pressing back against him with everything in you. 

“Fuck– mmph–” His other hand flew up to your mouth, muffling your cries of delight as he set a brutal pace. 

“You have to be quiet,” Sebastian growled the demand in your ear, and the gravelly tone to his voice made you whimper. “Or are you trying to get us caught, hm? Do you want everyone outside to hear you begging for my cock, screaming my name for more?” 

He punctuated the question with a particularly forceful thrust, and the action had you jolting against the desk, the pain in your hip bones quickly blurring into tingling pleasure. Unable to form words around his hand, you could only moan feebly in response. Your nails dug fitfully into the wood under you as you rutted back with the slightest give you were allowed, desperate for more friction– more of anything.

Sebastian released his hold on your hair to rub firm, titillating circles against your clit, and the sudden attention left you breathless for all of two seconds before you wailed his name from behind his hand, the muffled sound doing more for Sebastian than he cared to admit. He knew you couldn’t keep quiet if you tried. Even if he hadn’t been chasing the sounds out of you, your voice never failed to make an appearance when his cock was making quick work of you. 

He gave up on muffling your voice then, letting his hand trail down your throat to grip you and pull you back on to his cock with precision that left your legs boneless. Sebastian felt you sag underneath him, your pulsing walls warning him of your impending climax. “You want more, darling?” 

Sebastian ground hard into you when you opened your mouth, drawing a high pitched whine from your kiss-swollen lips instead of your shaky confirmation that yes– you wanted more– but he already knew that, and he gave you a few quick, rough thrusts to appease the growing fire in your gut. 

“Sebastian, fuck–” you gasped, clawing helplessly at the hard surface beneath you. “Please, please, like that like that–” 

He grinned into the crook of your shoulder. Just a moment longer– your frantic little noises were igniting a storm in his veins. “Like this?” He rolled his hips slowly into you, his thrusts deep but so far from enough. You couldn’t fight your disappointed sigh as you shook your head, craning your neck to the side to peer at him through the corner of your eye. “Or like this,” Sebastian whispered, pulling out nearly all the way before ramming his cock into you once, twice, and then he was seeing stars from how suddenly you tightened around him. 

“Yes! Oh fuck– please, yes–” Throwing your head back against Sebastian’s shoulder, you arched impossibly further into his hold, letting him drag your body back onto his shaft however he pleased because fuck– you didn’t even need to say anything. He was fucking you so rough and so perfect, it took everything in you not to scream his name loud enough to alert the entire school to your escapades, but even if you did, you doubted you would give a shit at this point. 

When you came, you did so with a hoarse cry of Sebastian’s name, and the feeling of his fingers digging harder into your throat to pull you back onto his cock mercilessly brought you higher than you thought possible. Sebastian continued to rub small, overstimulating circles over your clit as you crumbled apart, causing you to shake and writhe under him. With every faltering thrust, he ground his balls against your ass, stealing his pleasure from you desperately, and when he finally followed after you into white bliss, Sebastian swore the ground fell out from under his feet.

With one final grunt, Sebastian collapsed against your back, mindlessly rutting into you to milk the last bits of cum from his softening cock. He sighed, thoroughly pleased with himself now that his baser urges had been satiated. The tips of his fingers traced small, soothing circles along the skin of your thigh, and you shuddered at the feeling. 

He honestly wasn’t ready to pull out yet, but he knew some part of your recovering brain had to be uncomfortable wedged against the desk. “Sweet Merlin, Darling,” he managed to utter before pushing himself onto his elbows and letting his cock slide out of your familiar warmth. “You alright?” 

“I can’t feel my legs,” you groused, voice slightly muffled since your cheek was pressed against the wood. Sebastian laughed softly and looped his warm hands around your shoulders, standing you upright so he could pull your underwear and skirt back up for you. As he stood to fix his own trousers, the two of you finally got to take a good look at one another, and you both went slack-jawed at the sight. 

Sebastian had a telling, red hickey right above the collar of his shirt. It was too far above his neckline to stand a chance at being hidden, and even if it could have been concealed, vicious welts left from your nails stretched up the expanse of his neck, disappearing into his hair. It looked like one of the cats had gotten ahold of him and emerged victorious. 

In turn, you looked absolutely wrecked. Sebastian considered dimly that he might have gone overboard with assaulting your neck throughout the entire ordeal; between the assortment of love-bites that now lined your throat and the finger shaped bruises that curled under your jaw, he imagined your only saving grace from prying eyes would be a giant scarf. 

Unfortunately, there was no time to run to your dorms to grab extra clothing. The bell tolled then, signaling the start of the school day, and you realized with thinly veiled horror that you only had five minutes to get to Transfiguration. 

“Shit, we have to go,” you leapt off the desk in a flash and nearly collapsed to the floor from how jelly-like your legs were. “Fuck!” 

Sebastian was there steadying you in a heartbeat, his chest swelling with barely contained pride. He’d fucked you so hard you couldn’t even walk properly… he was so going to pass that exam now. “Need a hand?” 

You fixed him with a pointed glare as you hurried to adjust your robes, “Those hands have done more than enough, thank you very much. Besides, you should be worried about yourself– that hickey isn’t going to hide itself.” 

Sebastian mirrored your actions, fixing his trousers and smoothing away any wrinkles in his uniform. Then he smirked, “Why would I want to hide it? I love wearing your brand on me. It’s hotter than hell– so’s that constellation of bruises you’ve got going on.” 

“Don’t remind me,” you muttered, but the words were devoid of any genuine frustration. Mostly, you just wanted to make it to class on time. Combing through the final tangles in your hair, you took Sebastian’s hand in your own, tugging him towards the door. “Come on, if we run we can make it in time.” 

“Can you even run? It didn’t look like your legs were working ten seconds ago.” 

“Merlin’s bloody balls, Sebastian, I will withhold sex from you for a month if we miss this exam.”

The two of you made record time, with Sebastian borderline carrying you to Professor Weasley’s class in a similar fashion to the way he hauled you from the Great Hall earlier. When you both slumped in your seats beside Ominis, he acknowledged the two of you with a grunt. Your eyes scanned the classroom in a bid to make sure that you truly had arrived before your Professor, and when you spotted Imelda and Garreth across the room, your stomach sank. 

The Slytherin Quidditch Captain was snickering demonically behind her sleeve, whispering something to Garreth, whose face turned an impressive shade of red once his eyes flickered to your neck. He gave you a bashful wave when he saw you staring. 

Imelda spun in her seat to grab Natty’s attention next, and before you knew it, you watched as Imelda pointed at her own neck, then jerked her thumb over her shoulder at you. Natty’s gaze found yours in an instant, and her expression transformed into something coy and knowing. She grinned boldly at you, giving you a thumbs up that Sebastian caught sight of, much to your dismay. 

He chuckled next to you, unashamed at the attention, and poked at one of the many marks that now lined the column of your neck. You shivered at the touch, well aware of the painstaking day that now lay ahead of you. Scarf or no scarf, your friends’ knowing stares would haunt you for the foreseeable future. 

As your head tipped forward and thunked against the table, you found yourself honestly wondering if detention would have been preferable to this unique form of torment.

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You Look So Good In My Colours

Warning: MDNI. 18+ 🔞 EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT Word count: ~3800 Pairing: Sebastian Sallow | FemReader

Additional warnings: Rough sex, slapping, possessiveness, submission

We all had a Quidditch Seb fantasy at some point. Here is just me letting out some steam in that direction. Read below or on AO3

Her eyes flew open, heart pounding. Had she imagined it? The warmth of his body pressed against hers, the phantom weight of Sebastian’s arm around her waist... Her fingertips brushed the empty space, still warm, and a shiver ran down her spine. She buried her face in his pillow, breathing deep, the faint scent of his cologne a bittersweet reminder.

She stretched, blinking through the canopy, vision blurring then snapping into focus. Ominis stood by the basin, his usual focus now bent on the careful ritual of shaving. “Morning,” she managed, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

“Morning, dove.” He didn’t turn around, his attention on the razor’s glide.

“Thanks, as always, for…” she trailed off, cheeks warming. How to explain the strange intimacy they’d fallen into? “...for everything.”

Ominis chuckled, a low rumble. “Blind, not oblivious, love.” Still focused on his task. One hand held his chin, the other meticulously dragging the razor across his pale face. “Besides, who am I to begrudge a girl in love a bit of nighttime comfort? Just don’t tell Sebastian I said so. I am keeping a stern attitude with him, otherwise, he’d have you over each night.”

She laughed, tension easing. “My lips are sealed.” Stepping closer, she couldn’t resist the study of him – the focused line of his jaw, the faint dusting of stubble. “Here, you missed a bit. May I?”

“Thanks, love.” He handed her the razor, and a jolt went through her as their fingers brushed.  Carefully, gently, she finished the task, his warmth so close. “You’re better at this than Sebastian ever was,” Ominis murmured leaning down to splash his face in cold water.

“Speaking of which, do you happen to know where he’s sauntered off to?” she asked as Ominis finished patting his face dry.

“Slept in, shamefully,” he admitted. “Not a peep from Sebastian. Odd, that.”

“Slept like a rock myself. Had the nicest dream, though I can’t remember it.” She tugged at her tie. “Ugh, Saturdays are for freedom.” With a toss, the tie landed on the bed.

Ominis straightened his robes. “Any plans for the day?”

“First, a proper wake-up with a bath... then I suppose I’ll try to hunt down Seb,” she shrugged. “What about you?”

“Prefect duties. Someone’s got to keep the chaos in check. Though I might just hide out with you two if you promise more of those… late-night ‘study sessions’.”

She laughed and playfully swatted at him, a blush warming her cheeks. “Must you tease? See you later, Ominis.” A lingering touch on his shoulder, then she was gone.

The common room hummed with the usual Saturday morning chaos as she emerged from the corridor – a heated whisper about a losing chess game, a burst of laughter from the first-years' corner. The air hung sweet with tea and candy. From the top of the stairs, where the seventh-year dorms spilled out, she scanned the scene below, hoping for a glimpse of Sebastian curled by the fireplace, lost in a book. But there was no sign of him, and a sigh escaped her lips.

She turned to enter her dormitory, relieved to find it empty. Then, Imelda’s Quidditch gear sprawled across the floor caught her eye. Of course! Sebastian must have left for Saturday morning practice. She’d find him at the pitch, but first, a bath was desperately needed.

Slipping into the bathroom, she ran a warm, bubbly bath, discarding her clothes in a haphazard pile. Rubbing her eyes, she glanced in the mirror and noticed tiny purple marks on her neck.  Her fingers traced them thoughtfully, thinking back to last night's activities before she turned to lock the door.

Finally, she slid into the water, a sigh escaping her as the warm bubbles enveloped her. As she relaxed her hand instinctively ran over the bump over her wet foamy breast, the touch instigating a nipple to firm up, as her finger slid back over it she felt tingles running through her body. Flicking her finger over her hardened peak her thoughts were on Sebastian again. His musky smell, him towering over her, his greedy hands kneading her breasts. She gasped and bit into her lower lip. 

Her other hand slid underwater to rub in between her aching folds. His voice rang like a deep melody inside her head “That’s it, my siren. Take it all.” And that chuckle of his, damn him. She began to tremble. Eyes tightly shut. The image of Sebastian was clear in her mind’s eye. With a combined effort of rubbing her nipple and her clit she felt a strong tremble rumble through her body. The slightest whimper and a moan escaped her lips as he came undone. Her heart aching to jump out of her chest. She exhaled leaning against the wall of the tub and relaxed, satisfied.

♡♡♡

“Eyes on me, for Merlin’s sake! That Bludger nearly took my head off!” Imelda barked, swooping closer to Sebastian on her broom. “What’s gotten into you, Sallow? I need you focused out here,” she demanded.

Sebastian snapped to attention. “Understood. Sorry.” He repositioned himself, wincing as the broom’s hilt pressed uncomfortably against his groin. Tight Quidditch trousers didn’t help matters either. He gripped the broom tightly, knuckles whitening. Then, a whirring sound from behind – he ducked just as a rogue Bludger whizzed past.

“You’re supposed to hit them, not dodge them!” Imelda yelled. “Bloody hell, Sallow, take five!” She snarled, flying off to regroup with the team.

Sebastian landed, sliding off his broom with an exasperated sigh. He'd been struggling on and off this morning with a particularly stubborn erection and was trying his best to hide that fact from his teammates. However, the ache seemed to worsen when his feet touched the ground. He groaned, feeling the weight and pain in his groin. Panicked, he quickly jumped back on his broom and zoomed toward Madam Kogawa's quarters. Thankfully, he knew she was away at the Ministry this weekend, leaving the quarters empty. He tossed his broom aside and, with a quick Alohomora, he entered inside.

When Imelda turned to scold him, he was gone, panting and leaning against the closed door. Bloody hell, all his blood seemed to rush to a singular spot, churning uncomfortably within him, making him squirm. It was all her fault. This morning when he'd opened his eyes, he'd immediately realized two things: he was running late for practice, and he'd woken up with a... pressing need. His body ached with desire, fueled by the warmth of her pressed against him.

To his great misfortune, this wasn't one of those fleeting morning wood situations. No, this one had persisted throughout practice – for Merlin's sake! He groaned, too afraid to even touch the bulge in his trousers. Carefully he lowered his hand. This was pathetic. Was he really going wank himself off in Kogawa’s office? Yet, he couldn’t go anywhere with his cock outlined against his trousers like that. Damn. Sebastian closed his eyes wishing the floor would open up and swallow him.

♡♡♡

She breathed the crisp spring air of fresh grass as she stepped onto the Quidditch pitch. Her eyes fixated on the group of green and white robes, and she quickened her pace hoping Sebastian would be among them. However, he was not.

“Hey Imelda, have you seen Sebastian?” she inquired, positively confused that he wasn’t at the practice.

"I was hoping you'd tell me," Imelda retorted, annoyance lacing her voice. “He was slacking all morning and when I told him to get it together, the knobhead ran away! Oh, the audacity!” she scoffed angrily.

“Ran away?” She asked, her confusion growing.

“Yes. Now, if you find him, tell him to get his arse back to the pitch right this second. I’m not finished with him!” Imelda growled, straddling her broom.

As she watched Imelda take off. She scratched her head, the absurdity of the situation dawning on her, as she started to walk back to the courtyard. Her eyes scanned for any sign of him. Maybe Sebastian wasn’t far away. As she exited the Quidditch pitch, she noticed a discarded Slytherin (his) broom near the entrance to Kogawa’s office. She smirked. There you are.

She approached the door and knocked gently, testing her luck. Silence answered from the other side. She knocked again, this time more firmly.

“Who – who is it?” She heard Sebastian’s startled voice.

“It’s me,” she chuckled.

“Oh,” the tone in his voice shifted. He stepped back to the door and unlocked it. When he saw his girlfriend standing there, he thanked the heavens, and a smirk spread across his face. “You’re just in time,” he said in a sultry voice.

He pressed his hand against his aching bulge and breathed in sharply. "Okay, this might sound weird, but I need to be honest. My… uh… lower regions are protesting. Loudly . All because of you.” She couldn’t help but laugh. "Don't laugh at me. I'm serious! I need release, or I might actually end up in the hospital wing," he groaned, pressing his hand against the trousers where his arousal was tightly confined.

She bit her lower lip, taking in the sight of him. “You could give me a taste of what’s been keeping you in such a... flustered state.” Her grin was wicked, eyes flickering between his trousers and his face.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “Oh, a taste, you say?” He licked his bottom lip and stepped closer, grasping her hips and spinning her around. Pressing her back against the door, he murmured, “I'll give you a taste of my fantasies. But first…” His voice dropped to a husky whisper, “Please, let me have a taste of you.” He dropped to his knees, hands sliding her skirt tentatively up her thighs.

She shivered against the cool wood as he began placing feather-light kisses along her inner thigh, breathing in her scent. With each kiss, he worked his way slowly upwards. “Mmm, sweetheart, I’ve been a mess all morning,” he moaned into her skin, the heat of his breath raising goosebumps. “I’ve been bad,” he murmured. “Skipped my practice,” he mumbled as he teased her with tiny kisses against her sensitive area.

“Maybe I’ll have to punish you for that,” she purred, gazing down at him through her lashes, pressing his face closer between her thighs.

Sebastian chuckled, his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, and a shiver ran through her as he slid them down, gently, yet with undeniable determination. He inhaled sharply, the scent of her arousal intoxicating him. Cursing under his breath, his eyes rolled back in his head as pleasure overwhelmed him.

Slowly, he gripped her thighs, bringing her glistening folds closer to his face, “Mmm,” he moaned “That’s what I love about you. You’re always dripping for me.” He slid his tongue inside slowly gliding up and down, savoring the juices. “Gods, you taste so good,” he growled against her flesh.

She quivered. Well-practiced ministrations of his tongue sent her into oblivion and her fingers tightened in his soft brown locs, pulling, tugging for a sliver of self-control. As if she ever had any when it came to him. 

Sebastian moaned softly as she tugged at his hair. It spurred him to plunge his tongue deeper between her folds, adding a finger to slide over her nub in a thoughtful circular motion. His other hand fell to the front of his trousers, lazily undoing the laces. His aching erection finally sprang free. He palmed around his throbbing arousal while still keeping attention to the movements of his tongue. The growls against her skin created vibrations that deepened her moans and whimpers which in turn gave him valuable cues. With each flick of his tongue, he felt her tremble more. “Shh baby,” he ordered, “don’t come just yet.”

His thumb circled the tip of his cock, spreading the gathering precum around his length, but it somehow wasn’t enough. He moved his face away from her if only for a moment to glide his palm over her dripping pool, picking up as much lubrication as he could. He then coated himself with the juices of her arousal, gazing up at her with hooded, lust-filled eyes. That, right there , would make her come undone if she weren’t holding back, enjoying his little show. 

“Look at yourself,” she grinned through soft moans while lazily rubbing herself. The sight of him on his knees drove her mad. Her eyes fixed on his form as he stroked his cock in long, languid motions. 

Sebastian stood up, “I need to be inside you…will you let me?” he pleaded, voice dripping with desire. He wanted her permission.

“Yes,” she cooed, “ yes ,” she repeated and pressed herself back further into the door as he started to grind his hips against hers.

“Not here though…mmm, so many possibilities,” he breathed, his breath hot against her earlobe before he gently nipped it. “Perhaps I’ll have you on your hands and knees taking me like the insatiable little minx you are.” His fingers trailed teasingly down her spine making her shiver. “Or… I could lay you out on this desk and have my wicked way with you, watching your face contort in ecstasy,” he purred down her ear before his voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “The only question is which position shall I ruin you in first?”

She melted in his hands, arching her neck, and exposing it to him. The anticipation of his bruising touch made her skin thrum. “...desk... the desk,” she choked out, lust overriding any sense of control. His own words echoed back to her: “Ruin me, Sebastian.” A whimper escaped her, a mix of shame and the desperate desire he’d coaxed forth.

Sebastian pulled her flush against him his length pressing insistently against her sensitive flesh. “Precisely, darling,” he purred, “I plan to fill every inch of you, over and over, until you can think of nothing but my cock buried deep inside you.” He relished in the sensation of how those words made her shiver like a twig in his arms. He ground his hips against hers with more fervor. “You’re going to be utterly ruined for anyone else…” 

“Like anyone else ever deserved me…” she added, her insistent nods urging him on. With a swift motion, he scooped her into his strong arms, carrying her to Kogawa's desk. Parchments and clutter flew aside with a careless sweep of his hand, and he laid her down on the smooth wood.

“Oh you know me well, sweetheart, now…” his hands ran smoothly down her thighs, “let’s not prolong this any further.” His fingers glided across her slickness eliciting soft moans from her. He wanted to make sure she was thoroughly coated before rubbing some of her essence on his himself as well. “I am in pain, remember?” He groaned as he pushed himself between her thighs, his tip pressing insistently between her folds, he was about to…

“Wait,” she gasped, her hand pressing urgently against his chest.

“Sweetheart,” he growled, the guttural vibration of his voice a mix of frustration and desire. “Don’t tease me like that.”

“I want…” her eyes fluttered and she bit her lip. “...I want you to fuck me in your Quidditch jersey.”

Sebastian closed his eyes, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “Ah, do you now?” His voice was a low rumble. “Take off your shirt.” She obeyed him. In one fluid motion, he stripped off his jersey, his toned, muscular physique rippling in the dim light. Possessively, he draped the jersey over her, the scent of his sweat and masculinity enveloping her. “Now, let me show you just how well I can handle my broom…” he smirked. No matter how ridiculous he sounded, he was lost in the moment.

Satisfied with the view below he surged forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, finally repositioning himself at her entrance. His tip glided over her slick wet folds. He groaned “‘Sallow’ looks so fucking good on you,” he gripped the hem of the jersey and with one swift motion thrust inside her, hitting the deepest spot.

She gasped her eyes wide open in surprise as she took hi,. “I always…wanted…ahh…this.” her words were coming out in between his measured thrusts.

His eyes gleamed with unbridled desire as he gazed down at her, his hands grasping the hem of his shirt on her possessively. “You have no idea how hot you sound,” he groaned while leaning in claiming her lips, bruising them, almost. His hips surged forward. He wanted to bury himself deeper into her welcoming heat. “Fuck, you look so good in my colours…” he growled, breath hot against her skin, his thrusts began to quicken drawing a cacophony of moans out of her. 

“The idea of somebody catching us…ah, Sebastian,” she moaned, her hips bucking to meet each of his thrusts, his scent driving her crazy. Her nails dug deep into his freckled shoulders dragging down his arms. Each time he leaned in for a bruising kiss, her tongue glided masterfully over his, teasing, and driving him more mad.

His hips snapped forward with renewed urgency, his thick length plunging deeper into her core over and over. His fingers released the jersey and glided upwards to cup her breasts underneath, kneading them until he deftly moved his fingers over her nipples, instantly hardening her peaks.

He flicked one finger over her nipple while the other hand found its way back down to her plush clit. “That’s it darling, let me see you come undone around me,” he groaned and flicked his fingers with more intention while maintaining a thrusting rhythm and he could feel her walls tremble. 

Her first orgasm washed over her whole body, erupting from her core and sending tingles down to her toes. Her walls clenched around his cock hard, and he strained leaning forward to devour her moans of pleasure. He moaned in desperation, as he felt his own impending release, he bit down into his lip making it bleed, tasting iron. He wouldn’t let himself come yet. This was just too good to end it here.

She laughed breathlessly beneath him. “Don’t stop,” she urged even though the sensitivity of the afterglow made her squirm beneath his insistent thrusts.

“Mhm, that’s it darling, squeeze me just like that,” he growled while regaining momentum and rolling his hips in a sensual grind. “I am going to wring every last drop from you. You feel so bloody incredible, dripping and clenching around me,” he cried out.

She arched forward eagerly meeting his every hard pulse. Hoisting up the jersey she pulled his face down to her breasts urging him to suck at her aching buds. Sebastian relished in the taste of flesh, his tongue capturing hungrily one of her pert nipples between his teeth and sucking on it, rekindling her arousal. His hips continued relentless pace, driving himself deeper, hitting her sweet spots over and over. “You’re mine, do you hear me? He growled, his other free hand kneading her other breast roughly. “Every inch of you belongs to me now. Say it.”

“I am yours,” she cried out through strained moans, his deep thrusts and rough handling making her head spin. “I am Sallow’s girl,” she moaned. Suddenly, she wanted to give in deeply to his possessive desires. She wanted his rough treatment to be even more intense. “Slap me!” she demanded.

“What did you say?” her demand surprised him, making him slow down momentarily.

“Slap me, Sebastian” she insisted. “I am yours. Have your way with me.”

Sebastian’s eyes flashed with unbridled lust at her wanton plea. With a feral growl, he brought his palm down in a sharp, stinging slap against her cheek. “You’re damn right, you’re mine,” he snarled possessively, his hips pounding into her with renewed fervor. He leaned in, dragging his lips over her abused flesh.

She pulled his hair tugging him closer. He buried himself to the hilt into her slick warmth. “Take every inch of me,” he nuzzled into her neck. She panted heavily chasing another wave of pleasure under his relentless rhythm. Beads of his sweat dripped down from his chestnut hair strands onto her shoulder. She hooked one of her arms around his neck letting it slowly trail lower until reaching his groin, gently squeezing, drawing out guttural sounds.

“Fuck,” he strained “Keep doing that love and you’ll have me spilling inside you…” his voice dropped to a ragged growl as he gazed down at her with pure lust burning in his eyes. “I won’t be able to hold back much longer…”

Her fingers teased and brushed his sensitive sac, making his breath hitch, his hips bucked forward involuntarily. “Bloody hell, you’re going to be the death of me,” he growled, his voice thick with raw need. “I want to hear you scream my name when I fill you.”

Her hand found its way back to her clit, rubbing it tentatively chasing her orgasm and matching his impending release. “I’ll be there with you,” she breathed.

“Yes, I need you to…” he groaned, coiled tension within him threatening to shatter. His form contorted over her, toes curling, feeling her tight walls squeeze around him once again. He gripped onto the fabric of his green jersey. His orgasm crashed over him in waves, filling her deeply with his, hot pulsing seed.

“I am right here with you,” he breathed heavily against her hair, still coming down from his intense release. She could feel him tremble above her.

“That was a lot,” she breathed, as he collapsed down. Her fingers threaded through his damp locs. Their lips met in a long, languid kiss, a sigh escaping her. His fingers traced the flush on her cheeks, then moved to roam her face, gently worshiping each feature.

He pulled out slowly, not breaking their connection entirely. He marveled at her sated form beneath him, the glow of her skin, the way she still trembled. A glistening trail ran down her thigh, and he traced it with a fingertip before sliding his hand gently upwards back into her well-used folds. “There, that’s better,” he murmured, his voice rough with tenderness. He scooped her into his arms, her warmth a delicious weight against him.

She chuckled against his chest. “What’s so funny?” He looked down at her, a gentle kiss landing on her hair.

“Imelda told me to bring your arse back to the pitch the second I found you,” she murmured, giggling.

“There were… more pressing matters to resolve first,” Sebastian smirked, his fingers tangling in her hair.

“I'll take care of Imelda,” she murmured, kissing him again, a shiver running through her. “But don’t think this is over.” With a final, lingering touch, she stepped away, leaving him wanting more.

“There were… more pressing matters to resolve first,” Sebastian smirked, his fingers tangling in her hair.

“I'll take care of Imelda,” she murmured, kissing him again, a shiver running through her. “But don’t think this is over.” With a final, lingering touch, she stepped away, leaving him wanting more.

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[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

Tbh I'm horny too and all I can think about if it Seb and MC are 7th years studying for NEWTs in the library/common room with all the other HLCs, MC trying to provoke Seb by giving him looks, purposefully reaching across the table into his space, dropping their quill and bending over, wearing that perfume that drives him crazy, ect, but Seb knows they need to study and pass their test so he resist temptation much to MC's disappointment though unknowingly they unleashed a beast that is being pent up and growing in anger for a couple more days until NEWTs are done.

I love this! I'm not sure if this was a prompt but it inspired me. Thank you 💜

Naughty Escapades and a Wily Temptress

Warnings: 18+, Teasing galore, idiots making a dumb deal, unruly teenagers who can't keep their hands to themselves, cunnilingus, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, praise kink, semi public sex, there are probably more but I can't think of them, oh overuse of my favorite pet name which I'm sure you guys can guess by now Pairing: Sebastian x f!MC Word count: 2659 Thanks to @sallow-tales for help with the name of this fic! 😘

Three days before the start of their NEWTs, Sebastian, MC, and all their friends sat on the floor in a corner of the library, books and parchment spread out around them. They had spent every moment between classes here for the past two weeks, cramming in as much study time as they possibly could. Tensions were high amongst the group, every member aware their futures were hanging on the outcome of these tests. Sebastian was tense for a different reason, though. MC would not stop teasing him. All week she had been doing little things to rile him up, undoubtedly hoping he would give in to his desires and go back on their deal. It had been a spur of the moment idea after their first day of studying had ended with him pulling her away, pinning her up against a bookcase and kissing her neck, grinding himself against her thigh. After he came down from the high of his orgasm, his cock back in his pants, he looked her in the eyes, a pained look in his face. “We can’t do this again until these damn NEWTs are over with, Princess. We need to focus on studying while we’re here. Let’s make a deal, no more sex until we’ve both taken our final NEWT. I can’t believe I’m the one saying this but I think it’s a good idea. What do you say?” She had nodded and kissed him before walking back to gather her things. 

The teasing had started a few days later and just like today, it took every ounce of self restraint he possessed to resist her. More than once today he had found his hand automatically reaching out to slap her ass when she leaned forward on her knees to reach for notes from someone in their little circle. He had been able to stop himself in time, but he knew she wouldn't stop trying. 

He looked down at her head on his shoulder, trying to ignore the way she was purposefully blowing on his neck. This was the closest she had been to him in days and the smell of her perfume left his head spinning. Letting out a soft whimper as her breath hit him just right, a shiver running down his spine, he set his quill down. “Princess, don’t you think you should be studying something other than my freckles right now? If you need a break, go sit with the girls for a while.” She pulled away, pouting as she stood and weaved her way over to Imelda and Poppy, looking over her shoulder at him before hiking her skirt up over her knees, and dropping to the floor, sitting exactly the way she did when kneeling in front of him. Flashes of her lips around his cock, her pretty eyes staring up at him, played in his mind and he shifted around, adjusting himself. 

She’s going to be the death of me. 

An hour later she returned, picking up her books, bending over right in front of him giving him a perfect view of her breasts. Before he could help it a small groan left his lips and she smirked. As she sank to the floor, he reached for her waist pulling her into his lap. The little gasp she let out stoked the fire of resolve in him. He leaned in close, brushing her loose hair off her ear before pressing a small kiss to it. “You think it’s funny, teasing me like this, Princess? You think it’s going to get you what you want?” He gripped her jaw, turning her head to face him. “I assure you it won’t. Not yet.” He lifted her off him, roughly setting her down next to him once again. He took a deep breath, shaking his head to clear it of the already fading feeling of her body on his. He longed for her more than he could express, but he was determined to see this through. 

Okay, you can do this, Sebastian. It’s only another week. Seven days. Just seven more days. 

——————— 

The morning after his final NEWT was over, Sebastian sought her out like a heat-seeking missile, ready to explode. He found her by the edge of the lake with Poppy, Natty, and Imelda, splayed out in the grass, laughing as the sun danced on their faces. He wasted no time, getting her attention with a loud shout of her name, his lips curling into a slight snarl. He knew he probably looked terrifying, out of his mind, racing towards her, his clothes disheveled from running around the castle, but he didn’t care, he was desperate to have her. Dropping to his knees, he sank down between her legs, just barely resisting the urge to throw one over his shoulder right then and there, smiling as he caught a glimpse of her bare pussy, thanking Merlin he’d finally convinced her to stop wearing panties. “I think you owe me something, love, and I’m here to collect.” Around him the other girls gasped and giggled, and he looked up, smiling at them. “Hello, ladies, having a nice day are we?” Not waiting for an answer he leaned over MC and crushed his lips onto hers, groaning as she wrapped her legs around him and deepened their kiss, her hands tangling in his hair and grabbing at his shirt. When she finally released him, a smirk on her face, his resolve to hold out for privacy broke. “Fuck, Princess, I will take you right here in front of your friends if you don’t stop teasing me.” When her grip on his shirt didn't loosen he made a show of reaching for his pants, getting the top button undone before she stopped him. 

“Not here, Sebastian!” She pushed him off her, shaking her head as he roughly pulled her to her feet, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder before turning around and carrying her towards the castle. He felt her wave to her friends, chuckling as they made exaggerated ohs and small whistles, Imelda even shouting “Get it babe!” before they broke into loud laughter again. 

Oh, don't worry she’s going to.  

He carried her to the closest classroom, now empty for the rest of the term, setting her down on the teachers desk before he closed the door. “Get your skirt off, MC, unless you want me to rip it off you.” Standing by the door, he watched as she eagerly slid the fabric over her hips, shifting to push it past her butt, loving the sound as it finally fell in a heap to the floor. Letting out a soft groan, he slipped off his robe. “Spread your legs, Princess, touch yourself for me.” Feeling his heart race as she did, soft moans reaching him as she circled her clit, he forced himself to stay where he was, to enjoy the show she was putting on for him. His cock twitched endlessly as she stuck two fingers into her mouth, sloppily running her tongue over them before bringing them down to her core, slipping them into herself with a loud sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as she found the rhythm she wanted. Rubbing his palm over his clothed cock a few times, he closed the distance between them, quickly undoing the rest of his buttons, freeing his cock from its confines. One hand wrapping around himself, stroking slowly, the other hand gripped her jaw pulling her lips to his, greedily forcing them open to admit his tongue. 

When the dizziness from loss of oxygen forced him to break away, he gripped her wrist stilling her movements, gently pulling her fingers out of her core. Once again dropping to his knees in front of her, he took them into his mouth, sucking them clean before wrapping his arms around her legs, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk. Kissing at her thighs, he looked up at her. “Have you missed me, Princess? I sure as hell have missed you.” Flattening his tongue he lapped at her folds, groaning against her as her hands found their way into his hair and she tugged at the soft brown strands. 

“God, yes! I’ve missed you so much, Sebastian…oh that feels so good.”

He swirled his tongue around her clit, gently sucking at it as he pushed a finger into her, pumping his hand quickly. “Fuck, I want to make you cum on my tongue, baby, but we don’t have time for that right now. Someone is bound to hear the beautiful sounds you make for me.” She bucked her hips under him, her strong grip holding his head in place as her thighs closed around him. “Okay, I get the hint, a few more minutes of tasting your delicious pussy it is.” He chuckled as her legs spread open again, returning to his task with renewed enthusiasm. He slurped at her folds, moved his head every which way, used every tick he had to make the minutes count. Looking up at her as he caught his breath, admiring the beauty in the expressions he could get her to make, he heard shouting outside the classroom. They froze as the sound grew louder, accompanied by hurried footsteps, relaxing as whoever it was ran by, the sounds dissipating as they moved further away. The refreshed reality of their situation and realization they could be caught at any moment spurred Sebastian into action. “Fuck, baby that was close, we can’t wait any longer.” He stood up, giving her a quick kiss, sighing as she licked her juices off his lips, taking her hands and gently pulling her off the desk. “Turn around and bend over, I’m going to take you fast and hard, just the way you like.” Caressing the soft skin of her butt as she bent over, he lined up with her slit, quickly pushing into her in one swift motion. Thrusting into her, he groaned at her velvety softness, her walls already twitching around him as he set a quick pace, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. As the sweat built on his forehead, their sounds of pleasure drowned out by the slaps of his thighs against hers, he studied her face. Her cheek pressed against the cool surface under her, mouth open letting her soft whimpers escape, her eyes shut tight in bliss. Reaching down he lifted her leg onto the desk, desperate to be deeper inside her, and he hit the deepest part of her, making her groan and clutch uselessly at the smooth wood surface of the desk. “Damn, you look so beautiful right now, MC. I love that you let me see you this way, powerless and falling apart around me. You never look so breathtaking to me, Princess. Okay, maybe when you use Ancient Magic, but that’s different. Then I’m the powerless one falling apart for you.” 

She giggled softly, “Good to know there’s equal opportunity for you in this relationship, Sebby.” He laughed loudly at her joke while increasing the power behind his thrusting, and they fell into a fit of laughter as the heavy wooden desk beneath her suddenly shifted, the leg grinding against the stone floor as it moved. 

“We’re gonna get caught if we stay here much longer, baby. Are you close?” He looked over his shoulder at the door as if expecting someone to walk through it at that exact moment. 

“Did you mean it, Sebastian, would you actually have done it?” 

He whipped his head around, his look of pleasure giving way to one of confusion. “Done what, love?” 

Her voice was soft as she shyly admitted what was on her mind and he had to slow his thrusts to be sure he heard her. “Would you really have…fucked me in front of my friends?” 

He chuckled, stepping back slightly, pulling her off the desk and up to him. Wrapping his arms around her, pressing her back into his chest, he brushed her hair off her neck, lips leaving wet kisses in his wake. “Yes, I would have. Would you have liked that, Princess? Think you could have gotten over the shock of it, forgotten your embarrassment once my cock was inside you?” Resuming his fast pace thrusting, he kissed her jaw as she threw her head back against his shoulder with a loud moan. “Answer me, Princess.” 

“Yes! Yes, I would have loved it! Fuck, I would have loved it so much!” She brought an arm up to wrap around his neck, fingers clutching at his hair. 

“Mmmhm, that’s my girl, my good girl.” Letting go of her hip he moved his hand down to rub slow circles against her clit. “You never did tell me if you were close to cumming, but it doesn’t matter now. I’m going to make you cum on my cock and then I’m going to fill you with my seed, and you’re going to go back out to your friends, giggling as they ask you about what I did to you. I want you to tell them. Tell them what a good slut you are for me. I want you to blush and stumble over your words as you admit you let me cum inside you and that you love the way it feels dripping out of you as they question you.” He felt her walls clench around him, her orgasm about rock through her. “Fuck, you really like that idea don’t you, Princess? You want all your friends to know how naughty you are…That’s it, cum for me, baby.” Panting in her ear, he fucked her through her orgasm, pressing kisses to every inch of her skin he could reach. Burying himself inside her, resting his head on her shoulder, he let out a deep guttural grunt as he reached his climax, ropes of his seed coating her walls as they gently fluttered around him a few final times. 

Sighing happily he pulled her body as close as he could, letting her relax against him. “Gods, you are incredible, baby. I love you.” Pulling out of her, spinning her around he peppered soft kisses over her face, making her giggle as she returned the sentiment. Bending down he picked up her skirt, shaking out the rumpled fabric, holding her steady as she stepped into it, and slowly pulled it up her legs. Fluffing up her hair, dislodging the flyaways stuck to her damp forehead, and tucking in her shirt, he gave her a deep kiss. Stepping back and tucking his cock back into his pants, he ran his eyes over her as she smiled innocently at him. “There, now you can’t even tell you just spent the last hour being a dirty little slut. Are you ready to get back to your friends, Princess? Ready to tell them all the things I did to you and how much you loved it? Honestly, I’ll be disappointed if they don’t give me nasty looks next time I see them.” Laughing, he took her hand, slowly opening the door, peeking out before pulling her into the corridor. Running through the castle, laughing at her little screams as he pretended to chase her, picking her up and spinning her around when he ‘caught’ her. As they burst through the doors that would lead them to the lake, he slung his arm around her neck, pulling her close. “I can’t believe we only have a little time left here. I’m going to spend every free moment we have left burying my cock in you, Princess. But for now, go spend time with your friends.” He kissed her cheek and gave her ass a small slap, smiling happily as he watched her head for her friends.

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[lorrainmorgan]

Serpents meeting for the first time.

[ 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮 𝐦𝐲 🐍 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ]

⚠️ Long af.

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Lorra's touch was like a burst of frosty air against his skin as she traced her delicate fingers along his palm, revealing the strategies and movements of the players in the ongoing match, pulling Ominis into the intensity of the game.

The Yule Ball practice was in full swing, with students from third year up, gathered in a spacious classroom adorned with elegant chandeliers and ornate mirrors. Professors Hecat and Sharp stood at the front of the room, their voices ringing out as they taught the students how to ball dance. 

Ominis Gaunt, with his sharp senses heightened by his blindness, took in the sounds of shuffling feet and whispered instructions. Despite being an expert on the matter, he couldn't help but feel a small pang of jealousy towards the pairs already twirling across the floor. He seemed uninterested in the lesson. Why would anyone want to dann-cce with a blind man, anyway? He thought to himself, feeling a twinge of bitterness.

He’d refused to waste time explaining his expertise to anyone – instead, he simply waited for the demonstration to be over so he could return to his daydreams in peace. The music swelled around him, filling him with both nostalgia and longing for something more than just this mundane dance lesson.

"Ah!, Mr. Gaunt," Professor Sharp's voice cut through the chatter of the ballroom. "I see you still haven't found a partner." How obss-sservative… Ominis thought to himself as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, dreading what was to come next. 

"I’m aware that Ball Dancing is a tradition in The Gaunt family. Correct? Well if you would be so kind as to join Miss Morgana and impart her the art of dancing." Mr. Sharp motioned towards a young woman, who was gracefully making her way towards them.  "Due to personal matters, she has just been transferred, so I urge you to extend a proper Hogwarts welcome, Mr. Gaunt." The professor's gaze rested on Ominis, silently urging him to step out of his comfort zone and make new friends.

As the new girl drew closer, Ominis could hear the delicate sound of her heels clicking against the polished marble floor, and a warm, sweet scent filling the atmosphere around him . She had a coy smile on her lips, and her long hair flowed behind her like a carmain waterfall. The setting sun cast a warm glow upon her, making her skin appear almost ethereal and her emerald eyes shining through her long lashes. 

But at the mention of teaching someone, Ominis couldn't help but let out a groan. The simple thought of having to guide someone through the tricky steps of ballroom dancing was nothing short of a nightmare for him. But he also knew that it was expected of him to comply with Professor Sharp's request.

With a heavy sigh and a lazy grip on his wand, he rose from his seat and made his way over to meet Lorrain Morgana, who looked at him with uncertain eyes. His frown deepened as he considered the task ahead of him, but he couldn't help feeling a small spark of curiosity about this girl who needed to be taught how to dance.

Finally, a soft female voice floated through the air, not too close, not too far away. "Hello Gaunt," she said, introducing herself as Lorrain."I believe you're my partner for today's practice?" Her tone was friendly and inviting.

Ominis shifted slightly, his posture tense and guarded.

"That is correct... I’m  Ominis," he mumbled softly, a hint of superiority in his tone. It was no surprise, considering his wealthy background and upbringing.

Extending his free hand, Ominis waited patiently for the girl to take it. As she did, he drew her closer to him and wrapped his arm around her waist. His hand effortlessly found its place on her small frame, tracing the delicate curves of her feminine figure. She responded by placing her arm on his shoulder, falling into a perfect ballroom posture without hesitation.

He couldn't help but be surprised by how well they fit together in their dance positions. Instead of feeling annoyed with her, as he had initially been. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as they moved together in perfect synchronization, as if they had been dancing partners for years instead of mere strangers meeting for the first time.

Despite having the feeling that his partner was already an experienced dancer, Ominis couldn't resist explaining the steps for the footwork. He led her through each move with gentle guidance, reveling in the way she caught on quickly and stumbled only a few times, always quick to apologize and laugh at her own clumsiness.

"Sorry, Ominis, be patient with your new student" Lorrain said between giggles. 

Her laughter was like music to Ominis's ears. It was so beautiful, so enchanting. Like a tiny bell ringing in the distance, calling out to him. And when she laughed, he couldn't help but join in.

As they danced, their surroundings faded into the background until it felt like they were the only two people in the room. The music became mere background noise as they twirled and swayed to their own rhythm, caught up in the magic of each other's presence. 

The melody of the piano intensified, filling the room with its graceful notes. Their dance quickened in pace, their bodies moving in perfect synchrony as they became closer in distance. He could tell that she had danced before, her movements fluid and confident as they performed more complicated routines.

As he prepared to lift her briefly into the air, she could feel his breath brush against her cheek. He spun her around, taking pleasure in the way she moved with him. It was unlike anything they had experienced before.

He couldn't help but notice how perfectly her body fit into his hands, every curve and line seeming to belong there. To him. 

His voice was barely a whisper as he asked her softly, "Why did you lie about not knowing how to dance? You clearly know how to put on a performance " There was a flutter of anticipation in his belly as he waited for her response.

Her answer came with a slight hesitation, almost like a secret she didn't want to reveal. 

“I guess it came naturally, thanks to my partner." A mischievous glint sparked in her eye as she responded playfully. 

The music faded away, and with it, their dance practice came to an end.

The way their hands fit together was like a perfect puzzle. His fingers laced into hers as he stared at her with a blind gaze. His eyes were like two piercing crystal orbs, gathering the raw power of a raging thunderstorm within them. The vivid blue hue that dominated their depths seemed to crackle with lightning. 

"You can let go of my hand now," she whispered softly, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

"Oh...sorry…I didn't hear the music stop," Ominis quickly lied, his voice betraying him with a hint of shyness. Of course he heard the music stop; he was blind, not stupid… nor deaf.

He released her hand, feeling an odd emptiness where it once was. It was almost ticklish, as if her touch had left behind a lingering sensation on his skin.

As the clock struck the end of their previous class, Professor Sharp announced a generous 3-hour recess before their next one. The students' excitement was in the air as they eagerly dispersed thru the Defense Against The Dark Arts Tower to enjoy their newfound free time.

But for Ominis, this sudden break was a chance to process and make sense of what had just transpired. He wandered the halls, searching for a solitary spot where he could sort through his thoughts undisturbed. 

At long last, Ominis found his way to the floor and settled into his cherished spot. He leaned back against the cool marble wall, stretching out his legs in front of him with a satisfied sigh. The winter sun cast soft hues through the stained glass windows, bathing his pale face. He waited patiently for his best friend Sebastian Sallow to finish up with his wand training at CrossWands, absently running his hand over the smooth wooden surface of his wand.

He found himself drifting off to sleep on the floor, but was suddenly jolted awake by a loud voice echoing through the hall. "Are you enjoying your day nap?" 

Ominis' eyes shot open in surprise, his wand in front of him trying to locate the source of the voice. With a quick clearing of his throat and a slight shift in his position, he attempted to compose himself and appear less startled. "Er, um, yes, I was just resting...my eyes?" 

The sweet scent of cinnamon wafted towards Ominis, mingling with the sound of the loud gentle voice and the soft thud of a pair of heels approaching him. The combination made his head spin with a dizzying happiness. "Ah, if it isn't Lorrain, the girl who doesn't know how to dance..." he said, unable to contain a hint of sarcasm in his words.

"My friends call me Lorra," she replied with a mischievous smile, playfully poking his shoulder.

As she settled herself next to him, her long hair cascaded over her shoulders like red silk. "I'm jealous of you," Lorra continued "Napping anywhere you want...if I may ask, why do you always sleep on the floor?" 

Ominis felt his ears grow warm as he realized he was being confronted about his unusual sleeping habits. He nervously scratched the back of his head and fidgeted with his wand, avoiding eye contact with the other Slytherin student. With a timid chuckle, he replied softly, "Well, I suppose I've just grown used to it. It's...a long story." His cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink as he desperately tried to change the subject.

She understood right away that something personal was on Ominis' mind. The tension in his voice and the way he avoided eye contact spoke volumes. "You don't have to tell me," she reassured him, sensing his hesitation.

"I find Potions quite interesting, which brings me here to ask you a small favor: I need help with a rather advanced lesson. Would you mind helping me? Everyone else is going to the Quidditch match early tonight but I'd prefer getting over this assignment as soon as possible." 

The request seemed out of character for Ominis, who was, in his own words “rubbish at potion’s class”.

"I'm not sure if I would be of much assistance," he hesitantly replied, his tone slightly uncertain. He wasn't particularly skilled in Potions…however, a small part of him longed for some attention and wanted to help out. He looked at her with hopeful eyes, expecting her to politely decline his offer.

But instead, she smiled and continued speaking "I understand your hesitation, but I have found that teaching others is the best way for me to study and retain information. Unfortunately, my previous partner, Amit, is nowhere to be found… Would you still be interested in lending a hand?" 

"Alright Lorra," he said with a forced nonchalance, "but I must warn you, my potions skills are...lacking."

The girl let out a delighted squeal at his acceptance, causing him to feel a rush of warmth and joy.

"Great!" she exclaimed, her excitement palpable. "I'll see you at dinner tonight and we'll head off to potions classroom together, yes?" She stood up from the floor and reached out her hand to help him up as well.

Ominis lifted his wand in front of him as if to see her gesture. She waited patiently for him, her hand still outstretched. After a moment, he took her hand and stood up, feeling a surge of contentment and safety wash over him. Ominis had always been drawn to friendly personalities, and Lorrain had all the right qualities to put his attention on her.

He nodded his head in excitement. 

"Goodbye for now, Ominis Gaunt," she said softly, reluctantly releasing his hand. Her fingers tingled where they had made contact with his cold skin, but there was something more that captivated her - a sense of mystery and intrigue that left her curious and wanting more from her new friend.

At Dinner, Ominis settled into his usual spot at the Slytherin table at the Great Hall, surrounded by his closest friends. Among them were Imelda and Sebastian, their voices blending together in idle chatter as they ate. The sound of silverware clinking against plates filled the air, creating a peaceful background noise that eased their nerves before the upcoming Quidditch match. Despite the lively atmosphere, Ominis couldn't shake the memory of Lorra. His mind was consumed with thoughts of her as he absentmindedly joined in on the conversation.

In a sudden flurry of movement, Lorrain appeared at the table. She boldly took a seat next to Reyes, despite her initial apprehension towards new students, the two seemed to hit it off quite well. Meanwhile, Sebastian recounted his fierce duel earlier that day, catching them up on all the thrilling details. As they laughed and chatted, their dinner almost grew cold on their plates.

"Well, the supper was delicious as always but I better get going!" Lorra declared, wipping her mouth with a napkin after finishing her meal.

Imelda's face contorted with anger at Lorrain's words. "Wait, you're not going to my match? We're playing against Ravenclaw! You promised you'd come, Lorrain Morgana..." Her voice trailed off into a heated whisper.

"And I AM coming, Imelda Reyes" Lorra retorted, throwing a potato chip at her friend playfully. "I just need to finish an assignment first... quit hounding me." She turned to look at Ominis sitting across the table, hoping he had heard her plea.

"Oh, right! Me too, potions shouldn't be too hard for me as I know most of the topics already..." he mumbled and quickly cleared his throat and tried to keep the mood lively. "Yes, I'll see you later, for potions then!"

Lorra laughed at Ominis' attempt to appear cool and collected. She couldn't help but find it endearing. Sebastian and Imelda exchanged a look of concern, their faces grimacing in response to their friend's desperate display.

"That was painful to watch," Imelda whispered to Sebastian, her tone dripping with pity.

"What on Merlin's name was that, Ominis? You, helping someone in potions? Are you trying to cause mass annihilation?" Sebastian burst into laughter at the absurdity of the idea.

“Oh, Shut up both of you!” Ominis' annoyed voice spat out, his cheeks and ears flushed red with frustration as he stood up from the table and began to march in her direction.

As they were arriving at the dungeons, the smell of Garreth Weasley’s most recent failure potion stuck their noses, making them giggle at his friend’s attempt on brewing and Invisibility potion without assistance…

“Let’s get started before the Quidditch match begins. Imelda will have my head if I don't show up,” she stated firmly while grabbing Ominis' shoulder for support.

His eyes widened as she unexpectedly grabbed his shoulder. He shivered, but kept his cool nonetheless and cleared his throat in hopes of gaining some confidence. He quickly nodded his head as he smiled.

"Yes, of course. What are we making again?"

“A Focus potion… now come on Gaunt”. She noticed his discomfort with physical contact and swiftly removed her hand from his shoulder with a gentle pat before leading the way into the classroom.

As they moved around the room, the clinking of bottles and thud of heavy books filled the air, joined by the array of smells - sweet, earthy, and a hint of something sharp and pungent. Some other students were there too, but paid no mind to the new arrivals. Lorrain carefully laid out all of the ingredients on an empty table, making sure they were close at hand. 

Despite their earlier awkwardness, they worked well together, smoothly mixing and stirring the ingredients. She focused on her notes and went over them a couple of times.

Sitting across from her, Ominis listened intently as she explained each step. He was happy and somewhat surprised that the potion brewing was going successfully, although he didn't recall having that lesson in Professor Sharp’s class before . Altho not being particularly good at his class, Ominis tried hard, and it seemed to be paying off. He was glad to do it in good company too. 

Despite his efforts, he couldn't keep the girl from occupying his thoughts. There was something irresistible about her, drawing him in like a powerful magnet.

“I'm going to move closer so I can observe your potion-making technique, Ominis,” she said calmly, her voice carrying a hint of challenge. She knew he was highly attuned to his surroundings thanks to his wand, but her statement came naturally nonetheless. As she leaned closer to inspect the potion, she couldn't help but notice his fresh scent, like a burst of ice mint aroma hitting her nose. 

The blonde tried to maintain a calm demeanor, but his nerves were quickly getting the better of him. Her presence alone seemed to fluster and unsettle him. The cauldron bubbled and steamed as Lorra carefully added in the final ingredients. 

Ominis waited with eager anticipation, a smile spreading across his face as he heard the girl say that the potion had turned bright blue, just as it was supposed to. "You did great, Ominis!" Lorra exclaimed with a smile.

"The potion is ready and our brewing was successful”. She poured it on a small crystal clear bottle and left it on Professor’s Sharp’s desk. “Sorry for the hurry, but I better get going to that match. It was really nice studying with you, Ominis Gaunt," she said while gathering her materials. 

"Likewise..." Ominis replied, feeling a hint of disappointment that their time together was coming to an end. "Oh, um...are you still going to the Quidditch match?" He mentally kicked himself for asking such a lame question. Of coursess-ss she is going, ss-sshe just ss-ssaid it, you stupid piecc-cce of ss-ss..

She paused at the doorway, her body turned towards him as she waited for him to answer his own obvious question. But Ominis remained blank and empty-brained, as if he were in a daze. She couldn't help but wonder if he was even listening to himself. "Earth calling Ominis?" she thought with a small smile. 

Despite his lack of response, she felt confident enough to continue. "Yes, Would you like to join me?" she asked.

 Without hesitation, Ominis almost shouted his answer and leapt from his seat, eagerly making his way to join her. As he walked, he tried to compose himself. For the love of Salazz-zzar, Gaunt… composs-se yourself, pleass-sse…

The evening had descended upon Hogwarts, casting a dark blue hue over the Quidditch Stadium. The stands were filled with cheering fans, their faces painted with the colors of their house’s teams, themed scarfs and vibrant color sweaters along the picture. Green and blue flags fluttered in the breeze, dividing the stadium into two halves. 

 As they made their way through the bustling crowd, Ominis couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the bright lights and loud noise. He could feel his anxiety building as the crowd grew larger and louder. His wand allowed him to see dark silhouettes, almost like auras, and capture the essence of objects, but huge crowds and loud noises were overwhelming for him. He tried to appear calm, but deep down, he was struggling to keep his cool in this chaotic environment.

Going up the stairs, Lorra gently placed her arm around his, offering support and comfort. He wasn't being pulled… nor guided… he was being accompanied, like walking with an old friend down the bustling streets of Hogsmeade after a night of too much butterbeer.

“Lorra! You won't believe the incredible Astronomy table I stumbled upon at the Highlands!” Amit Takhar's voice echoed up to them from two floors down, filled with excitement and enthusiasm.

“You traitor! How could you go without me?” Lorra shouted back with equal enthusiasm, almost leaving Ominis deaf in the process.

“I owe you one, promise!” Amit replied as he disappeared into the Ravenclaw's stands.

Lorra and Ominis began to search for a spot among the crowded stands, hoping for a place where they could both stand and sit comfortably. But luck was not on their side. This was the perfect opportunity for Ominis to flaunt his status and power to impress Lorra.

“You know, we could always join the prefects, up in the higher tower,” Ominis offered with a hint of pride in his tone.

“Ooohhh, lead the way Lord Gaunt,” Lorra said, imitating the Headmaster's distinguished voice. This caused Ominis to giggle “Don't call me that, you sounded like a house elf.”

The pair ascended high above the normal stands, their path guided by welcoming Slytherin prefects. Settling in the middle of the center bench, they were in the perfect spot to fully immerse themselves in the match. 

The buzz of excitement and anticipation filled the court as the teams entered the field on their brooms. Ominis leaned forward and set his wand down, placing his hands on his knees. He let out a deep sigh, knowing that trying to follow the action with his wand would be futile. The quick movements and chaotic jumble of players would only appear as pitch black silhouettes, making it impossible to decipher who was doing what. Instead, he chose to simply sit back and take in all the lively chaos happening around him. 

Cheers and boisterous clapping echoed throughout the stadium, adding to the vibrant atmosphere. It was a true display of buffoonery at its finest, and Ominis was content to just enjoy it all without overthinking or analyzing. 

Without warning, Ominis felt a pair of cold, small fingers wrap around his hand and turn it palm-up. Lorra's touch was like a burst of frosty air against his skin as she traced her delicate fingers along his palm, revealing the strategies and movements of the players in the ongoing match, pulling Ominis into the intensity of the game.

"Imelda told me she was going to chase Martha Agripa in the first quarter so she'd get nervous, brilliant tactic if you ask me! " Lorra began to explain, tracing her fingers along Ominis' palm. He couldn't deny the thrill of having her attention. 

"Darnit Sallow, FASTER!" she shouted at the top of her lungs, caught up in the passion of the game. From time to time, her grip would tighten with excitement or frustration, causing Ominis to giggle from the pressure.

The heat from their clasped hands mingled with the electric atmosphere of the game, making his palms slick with sweat. This moment, this shared experience with someone like Lorra her, showed him a deeper connection than even his wand couldn't have revealed before. It was like if they've had this unspoken bond for years, it just felt so familiar. So natural, to both of them.

Notes:

👉 Idk if anybody is reading this ff but if you're: Thankyou! 🫰means a bunch. What started out as mere therapy has become a hobby 🐍✨

👉 One more chapter to go until everything is connected to Chapter 2

👉 the difference between my writing here and on the first chapters are... significant... so I might re write the first ones too so they match the same style

👉 yep, I'll upload this ff on Wattpad. What started as a short story, become a little more complex...

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Two Snakes And A Badger: Chapter I

Pairing: Imelda Reyes x f!MC, Poppy Sweeting x f!MC, hints of Imelda Reyes x Poppy Sweeting

Summary: Being in a healthy, loving relationship with the Captain of Slytherin's Quidditch team doesn't leave much to be desired. But when MC realises her best friend has feelings for her too, things get a little... complicated.

Word count: 10.5k

Content warning: NSFW (18+). Minors DNI. Smut, cunnilingus, fingering, light dom!Imelda, hints of dom!MC, Poppy having a voyeurism kink, fluff, lots of feels, lots of angst, confusion about feelings

A/N: So, this is a fic I’ve been wanting to write for a while, and a couple of weeks ago I finally managed to summon the combined powers of the universe to actually start writing it. I decided not to stick to a target word count this time and just let things run wild, so that’s why it’s split up into multiple chapters 🙏

This chapter is mostly setting the stage and exploring MC’s relationship with Imelda and Poppy, but eventually things are expected to move towards a Imelda x MC x Poppy pairing (and I honestly couldn’t be more excited lol)

I really don’t know what else to put here so go on and enjoy this entirely self-indulgent feels fest I guess

“Oh, Merlin.”

A strained cry left your lips as you bucked your hips, nails digging into your naked breast while your other hand tangled into the hair of the girl kneeling in front of you. Imelda let out a chuckle, briefly withdrawing her tongue from your folds to flash you a smile that was glazed with your essence.

“Good girl…” she purred, no, growled before plunging back into your warm depths, causing you to whimper in pleasure.

You had more or less known what to expect when you started dating Slytherin’s Quidditch Captain, though in fairness, you’d had no way of knowing just how insatiable she was. Sometimes it seemed like you couldn’t go a minute without having her tongue or fingers inside of you, doing things that often left you unable to walk upright for days after. Not that you particularly minded. If anything, it was even a little flattering, the way your body worked on her like an aphrodisiac; drawing her to you like a moth to a flame. Besides, your orgasms had never been better.

Speaking of which, you suddenly felt a telltale quivering deep inside your pussy, warm numbness spreading from your core to your inner thighs, your breath shallowing at the utter perfection of the feeling. Dark eyes shot up to look at you, trapping you in their devilish gaze as Imelda continued slurping away, clearly having no intention of delaying your release any further. You counted yourself lucky; she usually wasn’t so generous, having found a particular kink in the sound of your begging.

“Oh… oh, fuck,”

You cried, throwing your head back, her muffled groans only giving you a clue as to the filth she would be talking to you right now if she could. You would have been perfectly fine with being scolded to your climax, but right now you wanted nothing more than to just come, to reward your girlfriend with the sweet nectar she was so desperately craving. Sure enough, soon your walls were clamping down on her tongue buried deep inside you, eyes rolling back into your skull as you let out a sinful cry. Imelda cooed with delight, not letting any of your precious honey go to waste as she used her long, curling tongue to lick around your folds, giving your clit a last little flick. You lost your balance, your knees giving out as your orgasm rocked through you. Like always, though, you felt Imelda’s strong grip before you could fall to the floor. She quickly carried you over to the bed – a recent addition to your Room of Requirement you had been gratefully taking a lot of advantage of – and threw you down on the mattress. You giggled as you hit the sheets, quickly being smothered by her lips, which still bore the sweet taste of your juices.

Imelda propped herself up on her elbows, a smile playing on her lips as she hovered above you. “You’re a fucking treat, you know.”

“Miss Reyes, are you getting sentimental on me?” you teased.

“Don’t ruin the mood.” She leaned down, planting another kiss on your lips. “Then again, I’ll admit there’s a lot to like.”

“Uh-huh.” You chuckled, swapping a few more lazy kisses before she settled down beside you, a content sigh leaving her lips. You spent a few minutes basking in your afterglow, allowing your breath to return to its normal rhythm while the little electric currents running through your body slowly dissipated. Imelda sat up and retrieved a pair of cigarettes from the bedside table, using the tip of her wand to light them before extending one toward you. As you took a drag, you watched the wisps of silver-grey smoke curling toward the ceiling.

“Mind if I ask you something?” you inquired.

“Go ahead,” Imelda responded.

“You remember our first time, right? The Quidditch afterparty at the end of our sixth year?”

“Aye, I do. Just the parts I care to remember though.”

A smile tugged at your lips, the memory of that night – and especially the less-than-glamorous morning after – still living on vividly in your mind. “I suppose it’s a little odd it took two bottles of Firewhisky for us to finally act on our feelings.”

Imelda glanced at you, taking a drag from her cigarette. “Do you mean you regret it?”

“Oh, Merlin, no. I felt bloody awful the next morning, but that definitely wasn’t because of what we did.” Shifting to get a better view of her, you admired the elegant curve of her spine. “What intrigues me is – it didn’t really come as a surprise to either of us, right? We were always needling each other, bantering, pretending we weren’t actually flirting…”

“True. So what’s your point?”

“Well, I can explain my being reluctant… but you’ve never been one to beat around the bush. So, indulge me. Why was it only then that you decided to take action?”

Imelda fell into a brief contemplation before speaking, her words slightly hesitant. “I suppose I could tell you, but I don’t think I should.”

“Come on, don’t give me that rubbish,” you laughed, playfully swatting her arm.

“No, seriously. You’d absolutely hate me if I told you.”

“Melly,” you said in a whiny voice, predictably causing her to roll her eyes at you.

“All right, fine,” she grumbled, releasing a puff of smoke. “So, here’s my horrible little confession: I might have known that Sebastian Sallow had a crush on you, and I might have jumped at the chance to fuck his precious girlie before he could.”

Your jaw dropped at the revelation. “Oh my stars, you devious bitch!”

“Look, in my defence, I was piss drunk. And it really wasn’t the only reason – or the most important one, for that matter.”

You squinted at her, tilting your head. “But still.”

“Oh, get off your fucking high horse,” Imelda scoffed. “I wasn’t even going to do anything until you kissed me first.”

A soft chuckle escaped you. “Yeah, I suppose that’s on me. Though I admit, hearing this now, I’m as much as aroused as I am offended.”

“Ooh,” Imelda snickered, “now who’s being kinky?”

“Shut up,” you replied, but before you knew it the Slytherin was already back on top of you, teasing you with little pecks on your collarbone.

“You just love it when I get all possessive, don’t you?” she taunted between kisses. “Telling you you’re mine, claiming you as my little plaything…”

You involuntarily let out a cute little moan. Imelda had always had a way with words, particularly when it came to saying just the right things to turn you on, but this was causing an especially hot feeling in the pit of your stomach. It didn’t help that her voice was occasionally slipping into a deep, animalistic growl that made you shudder with primal delight.

“That’s always been the best part of dating you, you know,” she hummed. “Having you all to myself…”

“So you would never think of sharing me?”

You’d meant it as a joke, but to your surprise she seemed to genuinely contemplate it. “Definitely no lads. But if they were a cute little thing like you…”

You tried to keep a straight face on the off chance that she was just messing with you, but even if she was, you could hardly deny the idea sounded hot as hell. “What, like Natty Onai?”

“Ew, no. No Gryffindors. I don’t want to spend all night hearing their shite about how great they are.”

“Okay, fair enough,” you conceded with a chuckle. “How about McDowell then?”

Imelda thought for a moment. “Violet’s cute. Don’t think she does gals, though. What about that Hufflepuff friend of yours?“

“Who? Poppy?”

“Uh-huh. I reckon she’d be a ton of fun. I have it on good authority that badgers tend to be freaks in bed.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you laughed. “For one, we definitely don’t have that kind of relationship.”

“Yeah, right,” Imelda huffed, pressing another kiss on your shoulder. “I do have eyes, just so you know. If we weren’t fucking, I might actually be jealous.”

“Aw, I’m so touched.” You wrapped your arms around her neck, staring lovingly into your girlfriend’s brown eyes. “I guess I better let you keep me all to yourself, then.”

A smile spread across her face, and she leaned in to kiss you – deeply, passionately. You felt warm all over, not even noticing her finger slipping down until you felt something brushing past your sensitive clit, drawing a gasp from you.

“Seems like someone has gotten a little wet again,” Imelda chuckled. “Want me to take care of that?”

You nodded with a smile, having a slight suspicion this wasn’t going to be the last time she made that offer tonight.

––

A couple of days later, you found yourself humming as you made your way down to the lake for your next Care of Magical Creatures class. Upon arrival, you merged seamlessly with the group of students already gathered, your gaze sweeping the surroundings until a familiar voice reached you from behind: “Hello, MC!”

Turning around, you greeted the cheerful Hufflepuff with a smile of your own. “Hello, Poppy! Why, am I mistaken, or have you grown a tad taller?”

Poppy crossed her arms, punctuating her sigh with an eye roll. “Oh, the wit. That joke’s been well worn by now, you know.”

“Eh, I wouldn’t be so sure. Still gets a chuckle out of me.” Your attention was suddenly drawn to a couple of bruises on her forearm. Worry edged your voice as you stepped closer. “Hey, are you all right?”

She looked at her arm. “Oh, this? It’s nothing, really. Just some extra assignments for Professor Howin in preparation for my NEWTs. You know how it is, the creatures can be a handful sometimes.”

“You should be more careful, you know. Doing your exams is going to be hard without your limbs.”

“Oh, I’ll be fine. I know what I am doing. But – I appreciate your concern.”

It might have been your imagination, but you almost seemed to detect just the slightest hint of a blush on her cheeks as she said it. Before you could respond, though, Professor Howin called the class to attention and handed out your assignments. You were instructed to head up to a group of Dugbogs and select one specimen as a reference for an anatomy sketch. Opting to partner with Poppy, you ventured out with the other students, finding a comfortable spot on a nearby slope that provided a clear view of the herd. Settling down, you retrieved your parchment and pencil, the rustling of grass around you creating an ideal backdrop for concentration.

After a while, you decided to strike up another conversation: “So, no chances left to luck then? With your studies, I mean.”

“Certainly not,” Poppy answered without looking up. “Well, I am worrying a bit about Potions and Defence Against the Dark Arts, but they don’t matter as much as Care of Magical Creatures when it comes to my post-school ambitions, obviously.”

“Yeah, of course. Though I will say that if anyone is guaranteed to pass their Beasts NEWT with flying colours, it’s you.”

Poppy brought her hand up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, flashing you a quick smile. “Thank you, that’s very kind of you to say. You’ve been doing quite well yourself.”

“Think so?” You inspected your sketch, realizing you’d drawn the creature’s legs in the wrong position. After correcting it, you shrugged. “Not sure about that.”

“Everyone has their strengths. Besides, you’ve done more to help me than anyone else, so it’s not like you lack the experience –”

“I suppose so. Don’t think kicking poacher arse earns me any extra credit, though.”

“Well, it should.” The two of you shared a laugh before relishing another quiet moment. You had to admit that it felt rather nice to spend time with Poppy like this, even if it was in class. You briefly recalled what Imelda had mentioned about your friendship; of course you knew she was just taking the piss, but if you were honest with yourself – wasn’t Poppy the entire reason you had decided to keep your Beasts elective in the first place? You hadn’t really thought much of it at the time, assuming it was the easiest way of making sure you still got to spend time together between your study frenzies, but even now you realised signing up for an entire class just to be able to see your friend seemed a bit overkill… especially considering you weren’t even that good at it.

“How are things with you and Imelda?” Poppy asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. “You are still seeing each other, right?”

Oh, definitely more than just seeing, you thought to yourself with a smirk. “We’ve been quite well, actually. I’m still hounding her to focus less on Quidditch and more on making it through her exams, but you know how she is. Couldn’t get that woman to listen even if I had thirty Howlers chew her out all at once.”

Poppy chuckled. “I wouldn’t mind seeing that. But you’re not actually… you know, worried?”

“Honestly, I don’t think I have any right to be. It’s her dream and she obviously knows what she’s doing. Besides, I think she’s the only person at Hogwarts who’s mad enough to be able to pull it off.”

“I suppose that’s true.” Her smile lingered before she added, “And if you ever need help taming her…”

You cocked an eyebrow, smirking at the Hufflepuff. “Miss Sweeting, did you just make some kind of unsavoury suggestion?!”

Truth be told, you were enjoying the sudden horrified expression on her otherwise innocent face just a little too much. “N-no!” she stammered. “I didn’t mean it that way!”

But then you burst out laughing, clutching your sides as you started tearing up. Poppy’s face instantly turned to a scowl. “Oh, that’s mean!” she exclaimed, though you noted she sounded more relieved than mad.

“I’m sorry… it’s just – your face…” you giggled between gasps for breath, wiping the tears from your eyes. “Gods, that was just great.”

“I’m happy that you enjoyed yourself, but it seems that in your unbridled enthusiasm you ended up scaring away all of the Dugbogs.” Following her pointed finger, you noted the suddenly empty shoreline.

“Oh, bugger. Eh, sorry about that. I guess we’ll just head back to Professor Howin and I’ll explain –”

“Don’t be silly.” Poppy snatched the parchment out of your hands, quickly beginning to finish the rough lines you’d already drawn. You settled back with your hands in your lap, shaking your head to yourself. “Where would I be without you?”

––

Soft snores filled the air, surrounding you as you lay curled up in bed, the deep and dark veil of sleep slowly enveloping you. You were exhausted, the result of a late-night study session at the library. As you settled in for a well-earned rest, your senses were roused by a presence nearby, the sound of bare feet moving across the floor.

“MC?” a gentle voice reached you.

“Hm? Mel?” You rubbed your eyes, the silhouette of your girlfriend gradually sharpening before you. “What’s going on?”

Imelda stood by your bedside, clad in a simple camisole. You instantly assumed she’d come to find you for a nighttime snack, but as your mind cleared, you sensed an unusual unease about her. She fidgeted, clearly avoiding your gaze. “Can we talk?”

“Uh, I’m not really in the mood –”

“It’s not that, I promise.” She sighed, a hint of frustration in her voice. “I just… I need to talk to you. Please.”

You sat up, curious about what had rattled your typically composed girlfriend. Imelda motioned for you to follow, and as you complied, stepping out of bed and leaving your dorm, you wondered what could be on her mind. The two of you made your way to the empty common room. Settling into a pair of comfortable armchairs near a window overlooking the lake, you crossed your legs, giving her space. She gazed at her lap, exhaling deeply.

“MC…”

She hesitated, drawing a breath before blurting out, “I like you.”

The unexpected declaration caught you off guard. Your eyes darted uncertainly, a dry swallow betraying your surprise. “There’s more, or…?”

“No. Yes. I mean – damn it.” She squeezed her eyes shut in frustration. “Ugh, I knew this was a bad idea –”

“Hey, hey, calm down.” You reached out and took her hand, giving it just the tiniest squeeze to put her at ease, even though you didn’t really know what you were doing. Quite frankly, this version of Imelda was scaring you a little. “You know I’m the only one who’s allowed to be a drama queen.”

To your relief, her tense expression softened. “Yeah, and often doing a piss poor job at it too.”

“Oh, fuck you.” You shared a chuckle before she seemed ready to give it another shot. “Look, MC… I’ve been thinking lately. I know I’m always taking the piss, acting like I’m only in it for the sex and giggles, things like that. I know we agreed to keep things light when we decided to give this whole relationship a try, and I appreciate you putting up with that, but… I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted more, you know?”

You held back your response, allowing her to continue. True enough, you had sometimes harboured just the slightest bit of resentment over the lack of deeper intimacy in your relationship, but you respected Imelda’s boundaries.

“After we started fooling around, you once mentioned I’d made you realise some things about yourself,” Imelda continued. “I think that goes for me too. I spent a long time being scared shitless of even just the idea of a relationship. Before you, I was religious about only doing flings – worrying that the minute I allowed myself to get close to someone, I’d be throwing away my life and dreams and everything I worked so hard for. And it’s still hard not to feel that way. But… I also know that with you, it’s different. You’re strong, patient, determined... I feel like you understand me in a way no one else does.”

Her small, calloused fingers interlaced with yours, seeking solace. She looked at you, tears glistening before she wiped them away.  “I suppose what I’m trying to say is – well, fuck, I like you. I really like you. And even though I don’t know what this will mean for me, for us – I just want to say that if you wanted this to be more serious, then damn it, I’m in.”

A moment of quiet followed, allowing her words to sink in. This side of Imelda was entirely new – raw and exposed. You realised how much it meant that she was opening herself up to you like this.

You gave her a little smile as you moved your hand to cup her cheek, her body immediately freezing at the gesture. “You silly thing… you know I would never let you give up your dreams for me. I love you, I want to support you, I want to celebrate with you when you win, comfort you when you lose –”

A grin appeared on her face. “Except we both know I never lose.”

“Well, sure. Everyone can do flying.” You leaned in closer. “But how about I give you a real challenge?”

Those were all the words she needed to hear. She pulled you up and before you were able to draw a breath she had her arms around you, claiming you for herself with a warmth and a sensuality that had you instantly melt like honey into her embrace. It was so much different from the other times she had kissed you, so full of need, of craving so strong that you easily felt like you were falling in love with her all over again. Both your cheeks were flushed when you finally parted, her palm cradling your face, fingers grazing your lips.

“Gods, the things I could do to you right now…”

You smiled, planting a peck on her lips. “I can’t wait, my love. But we should save it for a later time. You have training, and I’ve got studying tomorrow. We should both get some rest.”

She seemed slightly disappointed, but understanding flickered in her eyes. You exchanged another brief kiss before heading back to your dorm. Unsurprisingly, sleep claimed you easily, your thoughts wandering into slumber with the lingering sensation of Imelda’s kiss on your lips.

––

“Oh, blast.”

Poppy muttered softly as her eyes fell upon the small group of students gathered further down the path. She quickly turned around before they had a chance to spot her, clutching her bag and lowering her head to obscure her face. Seconds ticked by as she anxiously awaited any change in their conversation, a mention of her name, a sign of recognition – but it never came. She breathed a sigh of relief, starting back up the hill. Finding an alternative route to the pens would take longer, but she’d endure it gladly if it meant escaping the juvenile jokes and another reference to Peculiar Poppy…

It was then that another figure emerged down the path. At first, the person wasn’t immediately recognizable, but after squinting, Poppy noticed the unmistakable emerald green Quidditch robes.

Oh, for the love of –

There was no way out. Trapped between two scenarios, she was bound to face one of them. She made a halfhearted attempt at slipping off the path in what she hoped was an inconspicuous way, but her efforts were in vain – she’d already been spotted. A familiar voice called out.

“Hey, Sweeting!”

She straightened her back and put on her best courteous smile as Imelda approached her. “Oh, hello, Imelda! Off to practice, I presume?”

Imelda arched an eyebrow. “Gee, what gave it away?” She shifted her broom to her other hand. “What are you doing out, anyway? Don’t you have studying to do?”

“Well, yes, actually.” Poppy replied, scrambling for an excuse. “I was on my way to collect new assignments from Professor Howin, but, uhm –” she briefly cast a nervous glance at the group of students still loitering further down the path – “I just realised I left my quill!"

“Really now?” Imelda frowned. “Well, why don’t you just borrow mine? I always bring a spare for marking my lap times.”

“N-no,” Poppy stammered, trying to buy more time. “I wouldn't want to inconvenience you –”

“Don’t be daft. You’re not going to trek all the way back for a quill. Take it.”

Seeing no other option but to resign to the situation, Poppy took the quill from Imelda, less frustrated over her thwarted excuse than surprised by the apparent gesture of kindness. She put the feather away, trying to think of something to draw the attention away from herself. “So, uhm, are you headed for the Quidditch pitch?” she decided to ask.

Imelda nodded. “Couldn’t head out beyond the school grounds anymore even if I wanted to. MC has me on a leash these days.”

Poppy chuckled. “She’s merely concerned. Then again, I’m surprised that you’re actually listening to her."

“Like I have a choice. Woman would tie me up to a damn chair if she could. Not that I’d mind, honestly.”

Noticing Poppy’s freckles darken, the Slytherin let out a mischievous laugh. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell her I told you that. Anyway – since we are both headed that way, wanna tag along?”

It occurred to Poppy that she could very well have conjured another excuse if she had wanted to, but then again, Imelda didn’t seem all that bad. Plus, having the Captain around would conceivably be the best way to avoid a scolding, so she simply nodded, moving alongside the other girl as they started sauntering down the path.

“I happened to speak to MC a couple of days ago,” Poppy said. “I’m glad to know you two are doing well.”

“Aye, me too,” Imelda replied, her tone shifting slightly. “We… actually had a pretty good conversation last night. I think things are really starting to get serious between us.”

“Oh?”

She didn’t mean to sound disappointed – she really didn’t. But then why couldn’t she feel happy for Imelda and MC? She’d known things had been heading this way for a while, had even expected them to, but now that it was seemingly official she suddenly found herself unable to accept it.

“Come on, you can say it,” Imelda said, instantly snapping her out of her thoughts. “I know it’s bloody asinine.”

“No, not at all. Why would you say that?”

“Well –” The Slytherin sighed. “I don’t rightly know. For the past seven years, all I’ve ever fancied was Quidditch. I’ve only ever had to rely on myself. I suppose I’m just having trouble getting used to the idea of sharing my life with someone else.”

Poppy looked at her feet. “I’d imagine it’s only natural to be a little scared. But I would take it as a good sign – it means this bond you two share is truly something special. And if you would ask me, I’d say that MC couldn’t be a luckier girl.”

Imelda furrowed her brow as she looked at the Hufflepuff out of the corner of her eye, certainly not having missed the melancholy in her voice this time around. She’d always known there was something between the girl and MC – heck, implying as much was her favourite way of getting a raise out of her girlfriend – but she’d never really contemplated the idea that it could be anything serious. Fuck, was Poppy feeling jealous?

They passed the group of students, the conversation dying down momentarily. True to Poppy’s prediction, they shot curious glances her way but remained silent with Imelda present. Once they were out of earshot, Poppy released an audible sigh of relief.

Imelda cocked an eyebrow. “You shouldn’t be afraid to show a little bite, you know. They keep singling you out because they know you ain’t about to put up a fight.”

“I know,” Poppy sighed, “I just don’t want to cause any more trouble –”

“Oh, bull. You’re not going to tell me that the girl who rescued a literal dragon can’t manage to stand up to a couple of bullies.”

Poppy looked up at Imelda, her blush deepening. “MC… told you about that?”

“Of course she did. Hell, most of the time I can’t get her to shut up about how you’re taking it to those poachers. You’re gutsier than you look, you know.”

A proud smile illuminated Poppy’s face. “I… I suppose I am. That means a lot, coming from you.”

Imelda grinned before her face turned to a more solemn expression. “Listen, I know I’ve given you a hard time before. Can’t say I’m very proud of it. You have no reason to trust me now, but… if you’re up for it, I wouldn’t mind getting to know each other better.”

The proposal was unexpected, jarring even, yet something in Poppy felt that it was the right thing to do. She only briefly contemplated the offer before nodding. “I think I’d like that.”

“Great,” Imelda smiled. “Oh, and MC mentioned something about a Hippogriff?”

––

Weeks melted away, and in your sincere estimation, the bond between you and Imelda had never been stronger. Your redefined relationship had given you plenty of new things to appreciate about each other, from stolen kisses before entering the common room to hidden notes waiting to be discovered in your bags. Waking up to find flowers gracing your bedside table had taken some adjustment, but you found it largely endearing that she was working so hard to prove to you that she was taking things seriously.

And that didn’t even include the pure delight your sex life had become. Sure, you’d enjoyed the physical intimacy of each other’s bodies before, but it was like exploring a whole new world now that you were truly making love instead of just committing a physical act. Imelda still wasn’t too big on the whole public affection thing, but she never seemed to pass up an opportunity to drag you into some hidden alcove to do things that usually left you running late for your next class – although even that didn’t bother you as much as it used to.

All in all, you could say that life was pretty damn perfect. Of course, you had no way of knowing just how much your life was about to change again – though then again, you weren’t sure it would have made any difference either way.

You stood in the shadow of the Quidditch stands, observing the congregation of players spread across the field. Your girlfriend commanded the usual centre of attention, barking orders and giving feedback to the team. Even from a distance, you could sense her resolute determination; exams or not, Imelda wasn’t willing to leave anything to chance in her final school tournament.

You made sure not to draw much attention to yourself as the players walked off, knowing how Imelda didn’t like getting the personal mixed up with the professional, though there was an unmistakable smirk playing on her lips when you popped out to her. “This area is for players only, you know.”

“Aw, the Captain’s girlfriend doesn’t get special privileges?” you pouted, causing her to chuckle. “Fine, you can stay.” She moved up to you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “I was starting to miss you anyway.”

“I must admit, I’m starting to get quite fond of this side of you.”

“Don’t push it. I’d still kick your arse any day if I wanted.”

The two of you headed to the changing rooms, thankfully now empty as most players had their busy studying schedules to attend to. You watched Imelda as she took off her arm pads, leaning back against the wall. “You played brilliantly today,” you said. “From the looks of it, you’re more than ready to win this thing.”

“Yeah, well, looks alone ain’t enough,” Imelda grumbled. “We’re still nowhere where we need to be on offence. It doesn’t matter how many times I tell them to focus if they keep flying with their head up their arse –”

“They’ll come together when it’s time for the match. You know they’ve got plenty to deal with as it is.”

“Well, they shouldn’t have joined the bloody team then,” Imelda snapped, before closing her eyes and taking a breath to steady herself.  “I suppose… maybe I’ve been a tad harsh on them. Can’t say my own mind has been fully in the game lately.”

“Hey, simmer down, Captain.” Without hesitation, you stepped behind her, placing your hands on her shoulders. Gods, she was tense; it felt like every single muscle in her body was wound up tightly like a coil. It pained you to know that she was pushing herself to her limits like this. “Stop finding ways to blame yourself. You’re going to be great. All this doubt is just going to keep your attention away from where it should be.”

“Guess you’re right.” Imelda’s exhale was soft as she relaxed beneath your touch. With skilful ease, you worked on her shoulders, your hands moving to her arms, offering soothing strokes. You could sense her beginning to ease into your hold, her stress giving way to the kind of relief you had become quite the expert at providing.

“That’s it…” you cooed, noting the tremble in her neck with a light smile, “just let me take care of you…”

You moved your hands back to her shoulders and started applying pressure, using your thumbs to massage the back of her neck, earning a deep groan from her. “Oh, yes, just like that – that’s perfect.”

You let out a chuckle. “I can tell you needed this.”

“Mmm… you always seem to know just what I need…”

Your heart made a little leap at the comment, the pride of being able to bring this comfort to your lover was a sensation like no other. Feeling her body respond to your touch in all the right ways along with the sounds she was making was giving you some rather naughty ideas. Your fingers slipped down her back, and you wondered just how long you would be able to keep up the pretence before she caught on to your true intentions…

As you had expected, it didn’t take long for her thin lips to curl into a knowing smile. “What are you doing?”

“Just caring for my lovely girlfriend,” you hummed innocently as your hands snuck around to her front, reaching the band of her trousers. “You seem so tense, I figured you could do with some extra attention…”

“In public? My, I seem to be quite the corrupting influence –”

You chuckled, your hot breath tickling her ear. “Who says it wasn’t my idea?”

“Don’t talk nonsense,” she scoffed. “We both know you’re a puss– yyyy”

Her words were lost to a throaty moan as the first of your digits dipped into her trousers and brushed against the little bundle of heat. There was absolutely no hiding it: she was dripping, and probably had been from the moment you’d put your hands on her.

“Oh yeah,” you concluded, “someone’s definitely aching down there.”

“Less talking, more action,” she commanded, grinding against your palm in a futile effort to create more friction, though you were the only one who could bring her relief and she knew it. In fact, you decided you wanted to enjoy this rare position of control just a little longer. Bringing two fingers together, you started teasing her folds, using her own slick to make a lovely little mess of her inner thighs. You listened to the grinding of her teeth, her body involuntarily responding to your movements. An oddly weak-sounding whimper rolled from her parted lips as she furrowed her brow, causing a rush of heat between your own legs.

“Stop f-fucking teasing me,” she whined, obviously hating that she couldn’t even manage to keep her voice under control as you tormented her like this. You smiled wickedly as you drew circles around her clit, your teeth grazing the skin of her lobe. “You may be in charge out there on the field, Captain, but here I’ve got you right at my fingertips…”

A particularly close brush past her sensitive little nub caused her to shiver against you. You felt at least a little bad for punishing her like this, but the rare thrill of having her depend on you was hardly something to be resisted. Usually it was Imelda taking charge, pulling your strings, dictating when and how you came. Now that you were able to set the terms for a change, you were keen to make the most out of it.

Imelda kept whining, bucking her hips to guide your hand. “Come… on….” she gasped, her voice breaking.

You figured she probably couldn’t get much more closer to the edge than she was now. So you leaned in even further, whispering to her: “My poor princess… do you want me inside? Do you want me to make you cum?”

The only reply Imelda could manage was a frantic nod, but you weren’t about to indulge her that easily. Your voice grew huskier, almost like a growl: “Then beg me, princess.”

Maybe you expected her to put up more of a fight, but then again, you had already done a pretty good job shattering her resolve. The cutest little whimper you would have never associated with the tough Slytherin reached your ears: “P-please…”

You were a little thankful the other players had already left, as the guttural grunt she emitted when you finally inserted your finger would have alerted anyone in the near vicinity to what the two of you were up to. You sank in to the knuckle, feeling her clench around your digit – and that was when you heard it.

Someone was gasping.

You instantly turned your head, your eyes searching for the possible intruder. You saw the benches, the lockers, and the small open area leading to the field beyond, all empty. Maybe it had just been your imagination, then? After all, Imelda wasn’t exactly trying very hard to stay quiet –

She contracted around you again, her walls squeezing your finger tightly, and you simply threw any caution to the wind. Your lips returned to her earlobe, briefly tugging on it before you started down her neck, tenderly kissing the skin as you were rewarded with a blissful string of moans and curses; and then you went to work to give your girlfriend the relief she was so desperately craving, unaware of the pair of hazelnut eyes observing every move.

––

Poppy had not meant to catch the two of you in the act. She had not even expected to find you there, merely having gone out to invite Imelda for a trip to Hogsmeade. As strange as it sounded – even to herself – she had come to appreciate the other Slytherin’s company more than she dared to admit, and not just because of the bullies. Maybe it was because the way she spoke about Quidditch reminded her so much of her own experience; a deep-rooted passion that had always been at the very centre of her being, nurtured by someone very close to her heart. Poppy had been surprised to find that underneath the rough edge and all the bravado was another girl with hopes and dreams, much like you, much like herself. Besides, she was simply a lot of fun to be around.

So Poppy had come down to the Quidditch pitch to find her, only to find the two of you locked in a steamy embrace with your hand down Imelda’s trousers. To say she was shocked would be an understatement. She realized she had stumbled upon something forbidden, something never intended for her eyes. The wisest course of action would be to leave immediately and erase the image from her mind.

And yet… she found that she couldn’t. It was bad, and incredibly depraved – but there was something mesmerizing about the whole display that captured her gaze and wouldn’t let go. The way the smaller girl was writhing against you, producing sounds that were so unlike the way she normally conducted herself left an odd stirring deep within the Hufflepuff. Blood rushed to her cheeks as she saw the utterly wicked expression on your face, saw how much you were… enjoying this, despite not being on the receiving end. She didn’t know much about sex, but she knew enough about the heat throbbing between her legs to realise that seeing you like this was really turning her on.

You made a particular move that caused Imelda to let out a deep groan, and before Poppy could help herself, she parted her lips and gasped.

Thankfully, she was able to pull back behind one of the lockers just as you turned your head to look. She anxiously held her breath, chest tightening as her mind raced with nightmare scenarios. There was no way out – she couldn’t possibly explain away her presence, much less plausibly deny she had been watching you for as long as she had. Quite frankly, she deserved everything the two of you were about to lob at her. There was no washing away the shame she had brought on herself; Perverted Poppy, spying on other people. If her Gran heard about this…

But then you turned your attention back to Imelda. For a moment, Poppy wasn’t sure what was going on; it was only after you started kissing Imelda’s neck that she realised you hadn’t seen her. She let out a silent sigh of relief, carefully peeking around the corner in case you were still the slightest bit attentive. But the way you went to work on the other Slytherin didn’t leave any doubt about it; you were completely oblivious to the fact that you were being watched.

That close brush with eternal embarrassment should have been the most evident signal to make a swift exit, yet strangely… it was kind of having the opposite effect. The thrill of nearly having been caught had turned the throbbing between her legs to a warm trickle, and that wasn’t even considering how she couldn’t keep her eyes off you two. Her fingers slowly wandered down her vest, beginning to rub herself through the fabric as she watched you finger-fuck Imelda into a trembling mess. She had never really allowed herself to think of you this way, valuing your friendship too much to risk doing anything to change it, though right now she couldn’t help but let her mind wander… imagining what it would be like if she was the one at the centre of attention, feeling your hands on her body and your sweet whispers in her ear while Imelda had her way with her pussy, greedily lapping at her until she was moaning just as loudly as the Slytherin was now…

Her knees started to feel weak and she had to bite down on her bottom lip to stifle a whimper. Just a few steps away, you were increasing your pace, the room filling with a stereo of obscenely wet sounds and your loving taunts.

“That’s it baby… keep making those noises for me… you know I won’t stop until I’ve got you spitting all over my fingers…”

Poppy closed her eyes, focusing on your voice, imagining it was she you were talking to right now. So unbelievably depraved… you would never know what she had done… how could she ever look you in the eye again knowing that you –

A particularly loud curse from Imelda snapped her out of her reverie. She opened her eyes just in time to see the Slytherin collapsing against you, legs shaking so heavily that for a moment she was worried the girl might actually hurt herself. You held her tightly as her climax washed over her, and then the room filled with your content laughter.

“Bloody hell,” Imelda said with a lopsided smile, “remind me to let you take care of me more often!”

“You know I’m always happy to, my love.” You kissed her neck again, helping her regain her balance before you withdrew your fingers from her soaked undies and made a show of cleaning her off your fingers.

Imelda chuckled. “As great as that was, I really could do with a shower now. Care to join, or…?”

“I doubt you would end up much cleaner if I did. You go ahead, I’ll be waiting back at the common room.”

Imelda seemed a bit disappointed about missing out on a shower together, though the orgasm you had just given her didn’t leave her in much of a position to protest. So she took her leave, but not before yanking you by your tie and pressing a deep kiss to your lips, winking at you as she departed with a sway of her hips.

You chuckled to yourself, remembering to straighten your clothes before you headed outside. Out of curiosity, you threw another glance at the lockers as you passed. As you had more or less expected, there was not a living soul in sight… though you couldn’t help but notice the very faint smell of Hippogriffs.

––

“Quickly, get in and close the door!”

You tumbled into your Room of Requirement, closely followed by Poppy and your nabsack. Briefly checking for any missing limbs, you were relieved to find that the two of you were still in one piece, although your robe was torn to shreds and Poppy’s tie and one of her shoes seemed to be missing. Collapsing onto a nearby sofa, you leaned back, letting out a deep breath. “I can’t believe we survived that... What even happened? All I remember is trying to Disapparate, and suddenly, we were right in the thick of it –”

“I suspect we miscalculated,” Poppy sighed, mirroring your lead as she dropped into an armchair. “We were meant to Apparate right outside the castle gates, but we ended up smack in the middle of a poacher camp.”

“Right.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “That must have been my fault. I was trying to focus, but I think I lost my bearings… Merlin, I’m so sorry Poppy. I could have gotten us both killed –”

“It’s all right,” Poppy said, her face immediately turning to an expression of concern. “We’re both here, safe. And more importantly, we accomplished what we set out to do.”

Lifting the nabsack, she directed your attention to it, prompting you to sit up. “The unicorn…? Is she…?”

“She’s alive and well,” Poppy affirmed, her smile beaming with pride. “I managed to snag her before the poachers could spring their trap. Just for good measure, though, I think we best release her into her new sanctuary right away.”

“Of course. You go ahead, I’ll be right behind you.”

Chuckling softly, you watched as the determined Hufflepuff sprang to her feet and dashed off toward the Swamp Vivarium, moving as if she had in fact not just barely escaped from certain death. You wish you could say the same for yourself. As you rose from the sofa, a sharp pain shot from your thigh to your side, causing you to wince and lean back against the cushions. Thankfully, Poppy seemed to be too preoccupied to pay much attention to you right now – you didn’t want her to worry further, still feeling guilty over the danger you had put her in.

With some effort, you followed her into the Vivarium, the thick marshy scent filling your nostrils. Standing by her side, you met her gaze and gave a confirming nod as she placed her hand on the nabsack’s buckle. She undid it, clutching the bag as it quivered; then, a ray of light burst forth, unveiling a splendid creature with the most exquisite golden fur.  You and Poppy both sighed in awe, watching the unicorn as she curiously took in her new surroundings. It was a sight that never lost its enchantment.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Poppy smiled.

“Yes, she truly is.”

Your words weren’t solely directed at the unicorn. Out of the corner of her eye, Poppy caught your gaze, her cheeks flushing with a rosy hue. Before you could say anything to alleviate the awkwardness, though, a sudden pain in your side caused you to flinch and hunch over, emitting a hiss between your teeth.

Instantly, the Hufflepuff was by your side, her hands reaching out to you. “You’re hurt,” she said, the surprise in her voice triggering a pang of guilt in your gut.

“Just a scratch,” you grunted, dismissing the discomfort. “I’ll walk it off –”

“MC.”

You weren’t a stranger to Poppy’s shifts in demeanour, though sometimes you still marvelled at her ability to go from introverted to assertive in less than a second – this time being no exception. Finding yourself in no position to resist, you surrendered to her grasp and allowed her to lead you back into your Room,  sinking into the sofa while she hastened to retrieve her healing kit. You focused on your breathing, taking deep inhalations as Poppy returned and began assembling herbs to craft a healing paste for your wound.

“I’m so sorry for all of this,” you sighed, the weight of guilt hanging heavy over you. “If only I hadn’t been so reckless –”

“Enough,” Poppy replied without looking up, her tone firm. “We both accepted the risks when we decided to do this.  And anyway, we did break a fair number of noses.”

You smiled, watching as Poppy carefully lifted your vest and applied the paste, gently smearing it over the bruised area. A sense of physical relief immediately came over you, numbing the pain.

“You saved my life,” you said to her.

“I suppose that makes us even,” she answered with a smile.

“I mean it. I don’t think I’d even be here if it wasn’t for you. And I probably don’t say this enough, but… I’m really glad to have you as my friend, Poppy.”

The Hufflepuff pulled back, seeming hesitant. Clearly she had not expected such a solemn confession from you.

“I admit… I deeply treasure our friendship as well. There aren’t many who would be willing to take such great risks for me.”

Her attention shifted to a minor gash on your forehead. “Hold still,” she instructed, promptly applying more paste as she leaned in to tend to the wound. You shivered slightly, not so much because of the paste’s chill as of the delicate touch of Poppy’s fingers against your skin. You had always noted a kind of innocent prettiness about her, but now she appeared simply radiant as she gently cared for your injury, moving with a grace and elegance that you had never fully appreciated before. Her soft brown eyes inadvertently lowered, your gazes meeting, and a silence enveloped you both.

“Poppy…” you croaked, your voice hoarse.

And then, she kissed you.

Neither of you had intended it. You weren’t even sure whether Poppy had initiated it. All you felt were her lips meeting yours and the realization that you weren’t resisting. A warmth spread from within, flushing your cheeks and quickening your heartbeat – the same rhythm you felt from Poppy. The kiss was brief, a mere moment, yet it seemed as though hours had passed when you eventually broke away, the sudden silence crashing over you like a cold wave.

Poppy appeared mortified. “I’m – I’m sorry,” she stammered, her cheeks flushed. “I shouldn’t have –”

“MC!”

Before you could fully gather your thoughts, a whirl of emerald robes descended upon you. Imelda’s presence engulfed you, her touch frantic as she checked you over, her expression a mixture of panic and anger. She turned your head, making you meet her gaze, which flickered with a blend of worry and exasperation. “Fuck’s sake, having the fucking audacity to ask me to stay home while you go out and risk your bloody neck – are you all right?”

“I’m fine, Mel,” you tried to reassure her. “It was supposed to be routine –”

“Oh, don’t even think of using those bloody excuses on me right now,” she barked. “Look at your face, for Merlin’s sake!”

Realising that trying to argue with her would get you nowhere at this point, you decided to relent. “You’re right, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” you sighed. “I just didn’t want you to worry with everything else you already have on your mind…”

Imelda’s expression softened somewhat, a trace of panic subsiding. “Well, too late for that now,” she sighed, cupping your cheek. “Please don’t scare me like that ever again. I nearly lost it in front of Sallow when I heard.”

You allowed yourself a chuckle. “Your concern is touching.”

“Shut up.” She pecked your lips before turning her attention to Poppy, who had been attempting to fade into the background. “You were with her?”

“Uh, I was,” Poppy stammered, her face crimson as she braced for a reprimand. To your surprise, and hers, Imelda stepped forward and... embraced her.

“Thank you for getting her back safely,” the Slytherin said. “I’m glad you’re both all right.”

You didn’t meet Poppy's gaze as she shot you a baffled look over Imelda’s shoulder. Frankly, you weren’t sure how to feel. Perhaps a part of you experienced the slightest tinge of guilt, although you felt mostly relief. Honing in on that feeling, you allowed your head to droop backwards, closing your eyes and releasing a deep sigh.

––

The most striking aspect of that night’s events was how quickly they slipped from your thoughts.

While you couldn’t completely disregard what had happened, you found yourself questioning the actual significance of those moments. To be honest, you hadn’t intended to kiss Poppy, and it appeared from her reaction that she hadn’t either. Whatever emotions might have been stirred within you felt almost inconsequential. It was simpler to attribute the entire event to an adrenaline rush – after all, you had never regarded Poppy as anything more than a friend. A dear one, but a friend nonetheless. Or so you’d convinced yourself, although an undercurrent of doubt lingered, making you wonder whether you were trying just a bit too hard to convince yourself.

Regardless, Poppy never raised the issue again, and neither did you. In the days following the mission, there was some lingering awkwardness between you two, but soon your studies occupied your thoughts once more. Things went back to normal, and you genuinely believed it was behind you.

And for a time, it appeared to be – until Imelda proposed a ladies’ night involving the three of you.

––

“Bloody hell, I’m stuffed.” Imelda declared as she flopped onto the sofa in your Room, which you’d slightly redecorated to create a more lounge-like atmosphere for the occasion. “Reckon I’m going to have to schedule a few more hours to get rid of all these extra pounds.”

“You shouldn’t be so fussed about putting on a little weight,” you said. “I think you’d look adorable with a little belly roll.”

Your suggestion was pointedly met with Imelda flipping you off, drawing a chuckle from you as you dropped into an armchair. “Hey Poppy, back me up here. Don’t you think she’d look cute with a belly roll?”

“Oh, I think I’d really prefer not to comment,” the Hufflepuff replied, giving you a polite smile.

“Come on, you must have a type,” Imelda prodded. “Chubby or skinny?”

“Are we talking about Fwoopers or Diricawls?”

Imelda turned to you with a smirk. “Lassie’s got some cheek. I think we’ve been rubbing off on her!”

“She’s just been learning how to survive around you,” you chuckled, winking subtly at Poppy, who responded with a giggle. You were happy to see how comfortable she had grown to be around you and Imelda. She may not have liked to admit it, but she had come a long way since the shy, timid girl you’d met in Beasts class during your fifth year – and you sure as Merlin were proud to have been a part of her journey.

“Right, I think it’s about time we started the real party,” Imelda said, retrieving her wand from her pocket. She cast a few spells to summon shot glasses and a bottle of Firewhisky. As you reached for your glass, you noticed Poppy looking a bit uncertain out of the corner of your eye.

“You don’t have to drink any if you don’t want to,” you assured her, though she quickly shook her head. “I can’t be the only one left sober, can I?” she said, offering you a grateful smile.

“Atta girl.” Imelda chimed in, pouring her a drink. The three of you raised your glasses for a toast.

“To chubby girls and belly rolls!” you said.

Imelda snorted. “Oh, piss off. I’m not toasting to that,”

“How about friendship?” Poppy proposed. You exchanged a glance with your girlfriend, both of you shrugging in agreement. “Friendship works,” you concurred, raising your glass before downing the Firewhisky in one swift gulp. The liquid burned your throat, causing you to cough and tear up. You glanced at your companions, noticing that Imelda seemed to be handling it well, but Poppy’s elfin features had taken on a noticeable shade of crimson.

“Poppy – are you all right?” you asked, genuine concern washing over you. She gave you an odd look, and for a moment, you worried she was going to be sick. However, she then opened her mouth and unleashed the loudest belch you’d ever heard.

Locking eyes with Imelda, you both wore identical expressions of astonishment before erupting in laughter, while Poppy watched with an embarrassed smile.

“Merlin’s Beard, they must have heard that one all the way in Hogsmeade,” Imelda snickered after you had recovered from your bout of hysterical laughter. “I’d say that deserves another round. Bottoms up!”

You didn’t really keep track of the ensuing conversations – you seemed to recall one involving Poppy going off on a tangent about some obscure beast you’d never heard of and another involving you and Imelda having a heated discussion about made-up Quidditch players. You didn’t care either way; you were having a great time getting piss drunk and judging by their slurring and incoherent giggles, so were your friends. After collectively butchering the lyrics to the Hogwarts school song and reciting some filthy limericks, the three of you lay sprawled out in various, comfortable positions across the furniture, soaking in the warm embrace of your intoxicated spirits.

Breaking the tranquil silence, Imelda piped up first, her words slightly slurred: “You know what we should do now that we’re all pissed out of our minds?”

“Make embarrassing confessions we won’t have the slightest chance of remembering later?” you replied.

“Read my mind, girlie. But to make sure the two of you ain’t trying to cop out, I get to ask the questions.”

“Sure,” you shrugged indifferently. Give us your worst.”

“Right, let me think.” Imelda closed her eyes, going silent for a few minutes. Just as you were about to ask if she had fallen asleep, she opened them again and blurted out: “Cock or pussy?”

“Really? That’s the most original you can do?”

“Are you going to complain or answer the bloody question?”

“All right, all right,” you chuckled, taking a minute of your own to think. “Is it a big cock?”

“The biggest. Thick and veiny – the most hugabongulous cock you ever saw.”

You giggled. “Hugabongulous? Come on, you’re just making up words now.”

Imelda looked like she was about to give you another earful, so you quickly continued: “Well, pussy, obviously. But I don’t think I’d mind a big cock if the guy was cute.”

“Ugh.”

“What? You would?”

“Fucking right I would,” she slurred. “I’ll tell you, nothing beats the experience of tasting a girl falling apart on your tongue while you’re suffocating between her thighs. What about you, Pops?”

Poppy stirred on the other end of the sofa, her groggy eyes focusing. You expected her to sidestep the question, but surprisingly, she didn’t seem particularly shy about it. “Well… I suppose I would agree with you –”

“Ha!” Imelda cheered triumphantly. “That settles it.”

“How does that even count,” you protested. “She doesn’t even have any experience.”

“Oh, bull. I’m sure she has at least snogged someone before.”

She turned expectingly toward the Hufflepuff, being met with a suspicious silence.

“I… I can’t say that I have,” Poppy eventually admitted with a sigh.

Imelda seemed baffled. “Hold up. You’re telling me a pretty little thing like you has never even kissed someone?”

A small rational part of your tipsy mind registered a hint of alarm, recalling some foggy details from the night you rescued the unicorn, though you were still too immersed in your own hazy world to really care.

Poppy bit her lip. “I – I suppose I’ve never really given it much thought –”

“But you’d be open to it?” Imelda persisted.

“Well, yes, I suppose…”

You failed to notice the sidewards glance your girlfriend shot you. “So,” she asked, “would you kiss MC if you could?”

This jolted you out of your stupor. You snapped to attention, a blend of embarrassment and irritation rushing through you. “Come on, Mel, that isn’t funny.”

“It’s just a question,” Imelda retorted, starting to sound annoyed as well. “I just want to hear her answer.”

Looking back, perhaps you should have just gone along with the joke. The issue was, in that moment, your brain wasn’t processing it as a jest. Watching Poppy get cornered like that triggered a protective instinct deep inside you. Coupled with the lingering embarrassment you felt over having inadvertently kissed her and your alcohol-induced lack of restraint, it created quite an unpleasant cocktail of emotions.

“She doesn’t have to answer, because it’s a stupid question,” you snapped, straightening up in your chair. “Can we just take a break? I’m getting a headache –”

“Why are you being such a wimp about it?” Imelda taunted, her eyes flashing. “Too embarrassed to hear her admit she’d like to snog you?”

“Of course not, I just –”

“I would.”

You and Imelda both fell silent, realising neither of you had spoken. Your attention shifted to Poppy, who was now looking right at you with a peculiar spark of determination in her eyes. “I… would,” she repeated.

Your mind struggled to process what you were hearing. Part of you wanted to attribute it to the alcohol, but deep down, you sensed it was more than that. She was genuinely opening up about her feelings, admitting her desire to kiss you, confessing that her emotions extended beyond mere friendship. Did you feel the same way? Could you muster the courage to respond to her vulnerability?

A whirlwind of emotions swirled within you – anger, shock, disbelief, betrayal. It didn’t seem fair for her to drop this bombshell on you. Unable to contain your reaction, you directed your words at Imelda, “Happy now? You got her drunk enough to talk nonsense. I’m sure you’re really proud of yourself.”

“Don’t be an arse,” Imelda snapped back.

“I’m the arse? What, so we’re just going to pretend that this wasn’t all some convoluted ruse to get us hammered and take advantage of us? You really haven’t changed one bit, have you?”

Part of you recognized that you were only digging yourself into a deeper pit, yet your intoxication rendered you indifferent to the consequences. Your words were fueled by the alcohol, and it wasn’t going to be pretty.

Imelda’s gaze was cold, though that didn’t affect you as much as the pain in her eyes. “That’s precious,” she said, voice dripping with venom. “That’s really fucking precious. You know what, MC, fuck you. Just because you’re too much of a pussy to be honest about your feelings doesn’t give you the right to act like a cunt.”

“Oh, cut the crap,” you scoffed. “We both know it’s all about one thing only with you. And honestly, if you really thought this was the best way of getting us both into your bed, you’re even more dense than you look.”

You had unleashed those words before you could rein yourself in. Imelda stared at you, her eyes a mixture of hurt and anger, tears glistening. For a moment, it seemed like she might launch herself at you, but then she abruptly stood up, a bitter expression on her face, and spat on the floor.

“Go fuck yourself,” she said.

And with that, she stormed out, the door slamming shut behind her. The room felt instantly colder, the silence pressing down on you like a heavy weight. Your mind was a jumble of thoughts, frustration clawing at your chest. Fuck, why couldnt you think clearly?

A soft shuffling noise brought your attention back to the room. Your gaze lifted, meeting Poppy's tear-streaked cheeks. She avoided your eyes, mirroring Imelda’s exit, and walked out swiftly.

Fuck, you thought to yourself. Fuck.

#hogwarts legacy #imelda reyes #poppy sweeting #imelda reyes x mc #poppy sweeting x mc #imelda reyes x f!mc #poppy sweeting x f!mc #imelda reyes x reader #poppy sweeting x reader #imelda reyes x poppy sweeting #imelda reyes smut #Poppy sweeting smut #hogwarts legacy smut

[blueraineshadows]

Feelings and an Approval Badge

Imelda Reyes x F!MC 🌶

Part 4 - angst/fluff/indication of spice

Master List for this fic thread

The Clock Tower was busy this evening, more people coming along to spectate Crossed Wands than ever before. Its popularity was growing, and its main attraction was the teaming up of MC and Sebastian Sallow.

Imelda leant against the wall, arms folded, her eyes trailing MC moving across the floor as if in a dance, spells firing from the tip of her wand. Her face was set in deep concentration and it was as sexy as fuck. Imelda sighed and tried to look away, but her gaze was drawn back to MC, she just couldn't help it.

What pissed her off the most was the unspoken communication going on between MC and Sebastian. As duelling partners go, those two were undeniably unstoppable. They just seemed to click, their movements like a dance, in tune, and they didn't even have to speak to achieve it.

Then the duel was over. Of course, they had won. Imelda watched as MC and Sebastian turned to each other, smiling, hands raised for a victory high five in the air. Sebastian put a hand on MC's shoulder, and the look they shared was private, full of their secrets.

Imelda felt her guts twist with venom. Why did it bother her so much? Her spat with MC in the shower flashed through her mind, the rage, the envy, and the burning heat of MC's fingers fucking her. Imelda grit her teeth, her thighs clenching despite her best efforts to focus on the rage.

Had MC let Sebastian touch her? It was what she had threatened to do. Imelda told herself it didn't matter. Fucking was fucking. It didn't do to get attached. You only got hurt that way. She had learned her lesson.

Imelda pushed herself away from the wall, done with Crossed Wands for the night. As she strode for the door, MC caught her eye, Imelda scowled. MC seemed to sigh, but Imelda wasn't going to wait around to see anymore.

....*....

"Have I done something to upset you, Reyes?" Sebastian whispered. He leant across his studying towards her. "You've been extra prickly of late."

Imelda looked up from her parchment, her best 'fuck off' glower on her face.

Sebastian's eyebrows shot up. "Oop, and there it is." He shook his head and went back to his book.

Imelda flicked her gaze across the library before scowling back at Sebastian. "Not everything is about you, Sallow," she hissed.

He looked at her, thoughtfully, for a moment. They continued to make their notes. Imelda wished she had chosen another seat.

"Look, whatever it is, maybe I can help?" Sebastian said quietly. He sighed. "I know I'm not Anne..."

He trailed off. Imelda's lips tightened with fury. How dare he try and be nice to her! "No, you are not!" She snapped with a hiss. "And I don't need your help."

She didn't need anyone's help. She began to pack up her study things, her face like stone. Sebastian watched her, his face creased with frustration. "Well, don't say I didn't offer," he said, shaking his head.

"Oh, fuck off," she growled. She ignored his pissed off frown and marched out of the library.

....*....

With exam season approaching, and beyond that, graduation was looming, and then they would all be out in the big, wide world. Imelda was beginning to feel the strain. She had applied for several Quidditch team try outs, but had not received any word back yet. Her parents were pushing for her to get good grades as a back up, and that alone was enough to fuel her constant bad mood.

To make matters worse, Imelda seemed to come up against Hogwarts darling duelling couple everywhere she went. They ate side by side, they often sat together in classes, and he even came down to the Quidditch pitch when they did practise sometimes.

The only time she saw MC without him was in their dorm room, but Imelda threw up her icy exterior and refused to even look at MC. It was bad enough that she had to sleep in the bed next to hers, being able to smell her scent, to remember when she had slid into bed beside her that time.

One night she had heard MC quietly crying into her pillow. Imelda had lain there, stiff as board, hating the sound, but fought against the urge to go and offer comfort. Showing affection bred affection, and she wasn't that type of girl. MC needed to pull her socks up and grow a backbone. Imelda held her hands over her face, hating how mean that sounded in her own head. But, she was Imelda, and being harsh was her thing.

....*....

Imelda put her broom away and double checked the Quidditch store room before locking up. A quick flight before bed was always the best way to clear her head before settling for the night.

She strode across the grounds, her mind on the hopes of professional Quidditch team try outs, when she heard a shout. She turned to look and paused in her step. Sebastian was running, at least he was trying to, with MC cradled in his arms.

Her chest tightened, a flicker of panic flashed through her, MC did not look good.

"What happened?" She demanded, running towards Sebastian.

"We stumbled across some poachers," he gasped. There was blood on his face. He looked down at MC. "She was hit with a spell. I've given her Wiggenweld, but she won't wake up!"

Imelda hated the fear in his voice. It made hers flare out sharper. "Hospital wing, now," she snapped. "I'll come with you."

....*....

Sebastian was pacing the corridor outside the hospital wing, his own wound patched up and healing nicely, but he was pale. He was scared. MC had still not woken up.

"Sit down, Sebastian," Imelda sighed. "You're making me dizzy pacing about like that."

He turned to look at her, his face screwed up in agitation, then he sighed and joined her on the bench. He put his elbows on his knees and held his head in his hands. "It's my fault."

"Did you cast the hex on her, then?" Imelda asked.

"Of course not!" He growled.

"Then, how is it your fault?"

He sat up, leaning his head back against the wall. "I should have been there to block it."

Imelda looked at him. She had never really been into boys, but she wasn't blind either. He was a handsome fucker, she could see why he had little admirers sighing over him. His name was branded into more than one desk in the classrooms, surrounded with little hearts. It made her want to hurl her guts up, personally, but she supposed she understood.

He was the handsome, charming boy, with a quick tongue and an even faster wand. It was obvious him and MC were close, anyone could see it. And, of course he had wanted to save her.

The next words out of his mouth were like a punch to her gut. "I can't lose her too."

Imelda swallowed. Anne. She had suffered at the hands of a curse, never to be the same again. Her gaze swung to the hospital wing doors and she completely understood his pain. After all, she had lost Anne too. Sending an owl wasn't the same as having her here, having a friend to laugh with, share things with.

"MC is a tough one to crack, Sebastian," Imelda said. "Give her time and she will make it through this latest episode too."

"I hope you're right."

....*....

MC winced, her eyes fluttering open. The fuzzy surroundings of the hospital wing sharpened into view. She blinked a few times, mentally assessing the sore bits of her body, but her hand was warm, held gently by someone. She looked down.

Imelda was seated by the bed, her head resting on an arm on the mattress beside MC, sound asleep. She was holding MC's hand. MC took a moment to process what she was seeing. Imelda wasn't a hand holder. At all.

Rather than disturb Imelda, and risk the wrath that would be sure to follow the discovery of such a display of affection, MC closed her eyes again and drifted back into sleep.

....*....

MC returned to the dormitory after 4 days in the hospital wing. Imelda was dressed ready for classes when MC wandered back from the bathrooms after her shower, her hair still damp.

"All set to return to normal?" Imelda asked.

MC gave her a smile and nodded. "I can't wait, actually. I was getting rather bored stuck in bed all day."

Imelda could think of a few things to liven up a day in bed. The beginnings of a flush spread up her neck. She grabbed her robe and headed for the door, quickly. "Good to see you back on your feet," she said, pausing at the door. "I'll see you in class."

As she walked towards the Great Hall for breakfast, Imelda felt a strong hand on her arm tugging her in closer, her head whipped up, a retort ready on her tongue. It was Sebastian, looking rather serious for first thing in the morning. Her retort faded and she frowned. "What do you want?"

"I've got one thing to say to you, Reyes, and you'd better take note," he said, firmly. Her frown deepened. "You hurt her, even just a little, and you'll have me to deal with. Do you understand?"

Imelda stopped in her tracks and stared up at him. He paused too, his hand a death grip on her arm. He looked positively feral for a second. "Nobody hurts MC without facing the repercussions. Nobody."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Let's just say, me and MC had a little chat," he said, smirking now. He relaxed his grip a little, but didn't let her arm go. He started walking, leading her on. "At least I know now why you've been extra snippy with me. Had you scared I was getting a taste of what you've been enjoying, eh Reyes?"

Imelda's cheeks darkened with fury and embarrassment. "She told you?"

He shrugged, his smirk widening. "She's my best friend. Deep, dark secret sharing is kind of our thing."

Imelda had her mouth clamped shut tightly, her teeth grinding painfully. She couldn't believe MC had spilled the truth to him, and after she had been so nice to her lately. Well, sort of. In her own way.

Sebastian chuckled and leant close to her ear. "Don't waste this chance, Imelda," he said. "You've got lucky with MC. Don't fuck it up, or I mean it, I will come for you."

She glared up at him. "Oh, fuck off Sallow, you arrogant prick."

He laughed and let her go, pausing to watch her storm off towards the Great Hall. He pointed after her. "You have to love me now, Reyes. Especially since it sounds like I'll be seeing a lot more of you."

Imelda refused to give him the satisfaction of a reply. But she sure felt like throwing her head back and letting out a furious scream into the air.

....*....

Imelda fumed all day. She ignored MC's attempts to approach her, and she felt like slapping the smug little smirk off Sebastian's face every time she caught his eye.

She hated being caught at a disadvantage, and they had snared her like some idiotic mooncalf.

She hated people knowing her private business. She also couldn't shake the burning desire to grab hold of MC and fuck her senseless. The bitter pill to swallow with that was the fact that now, MC came with a little badge saying 'Sallow Approved'.

But, of course. It was like he said. Nobody fucked with MC without having to deal with him as well. Best friends for fucking life them two, and it grated on her nerves something terrible.

Or did it? Oh, what did she know? Her emotions were a stinking shit storm right now, and she had no idea what the fuck was going on.

When she entered the dormitory to change for Quidditch Practise, MC was sitting on her bed as though waiting. She leapt to her feet when Imelda appeared. Imelda grunted and made for her bed.

"Not so fast, Reyes," MC said. She darted forward and grabbed her arm.

Imelda stared down at MC's hand, scowling. "What is it with you and Sallow being all grabby hands today?"

MC giggled. "He spoke to you, didn't he. He said was going to."

"He's a first class prick," Imelda said.

Another giggle escaped MC and Imelda wondered if her bitch tongue was slipping a little. It wasn't the standard reaction.

"He just cares, that's all," MC shrugged. "We both do."

Imelda eyed MC, a little nervously, if she was honest. Then she gasped. MC leant forward and pressed her lips to Imelda's. It was a firm, quick kiss, and then MC let go, a small smile on her lips.

"Enjoy practise," she said, brightly.

Imelda licked her lips. They tingled hotly. "I thought you didn't want to kiss. It's too personal."

MC was making her way to the door, her arse looking fucking heavenly in tight trousers. She turned and smiled at Imelda. "Maybe I changed my mind," she shrugged. The wink she gave Imelda was sinfully flirty. "See you later."

And then she was gone, the door closing against the waft of her perfume. Imelda stood there for a moment, staring at the door. And then, slowly, a satisfied little smirk lifted her lips.

She always got horny after Quidditch Practise and she was going to pin that little minx down and fuck her senseless when she got back.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #mc x imelda reyes #f!mc x imelda reyes #imelda reyes is a boss bitch #imelda reyes smut #imelda reyes x reader

[legacygirlingreen]

Part 3 : Stardust // Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Authors note:

I hope part 3 is worth the wait because… well it’s definitely… heating up a tad 😉 Thanks again to the awesome @hyunrikim , love you so much seriously for the ideas with writing the more spicy scenes… and @localravenclaw for the permission to throw her lovely AI Sebastian image in the cover art this time (seriously it’s beautiful and I love it 😭). Anyways… hope you all enjoy…

Word count: 8,500 +

Warnings: NSFW content, slight mentions of breeding/pregnancy (only if you squint on the second - no one actually gets knocked up!) , Minors Do Not Engage, 18+

Masterlist: https://www.tumblr.com/legacygirlingreen/713709759369560064/part-1-becoming-a-proper-gentlemen?source=share

Part 3: Stardust

Sebastian wiped the sweat that had accumulated near his hairline with the back of his left hand while he continued to dry the wood table with his right. Since he’d started working at the 3 Broomsticks he found carrying around a rag at all times to be helpful, given there were often spills in this line of work.

He hadn’t even been back with everyone at the castle for five minutes before he was using the Floo network to travel to the tavern, practically begging on his hands and knees to Ms. Ryan for employment in his spare time. The conversation had gone over quite honestly, and as he continued to clean the mess left by one of their regular patrons he remembered the words the witch had told him.

“Whatever do you need a job for Sebastian? You are in school. You need to be focused on your studies. I am sure your parents would not be thrilled with the idea of you splitting your time this way…” she told him apprehensive to grant his request.

“I am only talking about the occasional evening and weekends Sirona please… It is very important to me that I am able to make the money on my own. Being here is much safer than the alternatives I have considered. Besides, I am old enough to be making decisions.” He told her, begging his case.

“What is it that you so desperately need the galleons for? If… if your family needs help covering for Anne you know you can always ask me for the assistance… I knew your parents quite well, and I refuse to watch you work yourself to death on Solomon’s behalf.” She explained, misreading the situations, but still offering from the kindness of her heart.

“It’s not… it’s not entirely to do with Anne. In fact, for the most part it isn’t.” He said, looking down sheepishly. Sebastian was anxious explaining himself to anyone besides Anne and Solomon, as they may not understand his witch came from different customs. While he was confident in his affections for the new student, he worried about the judgment he may face from others over their chosen course of actions.

“Sebastian, you know I am going to need more information than that…” she explained, trying to be gentle to the young man.

“I know, I know” he frustratingly ran his hand through his disheveled hair, looking around awkwardly suddenly aware the nosy sets of eyes upon him as he struggled, trying to find the words to say when he was interrupted.

“I need a hand grabbing one of the kegs from storage. Join me?” She asked. Sebastian realized she could just lift them with a simple charm, taking the moment of privacy the tavern owner so graciously was offering. He nodded, stepping through the doors to the back store, following her down into the cellar as the enchanted braziers on the wall lit up as they walked down the stairs.

“Alright, out with it. What trouble have you gotten yourself into Sallow? Whatever it is we ca-“ she started, immediately assuming the worst but when Sebastian shook his head she stopped speaking.

“I am not in trouble. Far from it actually…” he blushed, thinking of how to word his request and explain his current situation without looking like a love stricken fool.

“Is it to do with that girl? The new student? The one with you over the holiday?” She asked. Ever the astute Ravenclaw.

Sebastian nodded, clearing his throat while looking back at Sirona who eyed him curiously.

“I will say, you looked quite smitten, even after the troll attack. Then each time you’ve visited with her since… I’ve noticed a shift in you. I am correct in assuming it’s been because of her?” Sirona continued to dance around the subject.

“Yes… I have grown, quite attached to her.” He said, confirming the witch’s suspicions.

“You are saving up to gift her something I assume? That’s why you need the money? I am sure if you plan to get something from a shop here I could work out a few days work in exchange -“ Sirona started but Sebastian interrupted.

“What I plan to get is not something sold here in Hogsmeade…” he explained.

“Curious… Not in Hogsmeade? Most things needed by witches and wizards are available in town. What’s the occasion? A birthday?” she inquired

“I want to ask her to Marry me. And I don’t intend on doing so without a ring. Solomon gave me some of my inheritance to get land for a home, but I… I want to work for the money for a ring.” He finally caved, giving her a full explanation.

Sirona remained silent, not entirely shocked at his confession as to why he needed the money. Seeing them together before Christmas had reminded her of watching her older friend and classmate with one Sampson Sallow…

“Well… I usually don’t employ students outside of the summer months… however lately it’s been quite rowdy on the weekends. I suppose having an extra hand could be nice. However, you have to promise me this won’t interfere with your schoolwork. Your mother would kill me if she knew I was taking you away from studying to serve butter beer.” She offered with an outstretched hand.

Sebastian promptly smiled, raising his hand to meet hers in a firm shake.

That had been over a month ago, and since then he’d spent almost every single Friday night, Saturday and Sunday on his feet from the moment the pub opened until they sent their last customer home. On more than one occasion he’d needed assistance getting back to his common room simply from the exhaustion.

He hadn’t fully lied to the girl either when she inquired about his sudden employment at the three broomsticks. Sirona had said she wanted assistance on weekends, and Ms. Ryan had been kind enough to play along with the excuse when questioned. The way the two had skirted inquires from the new Slytherin was admirable, to the point the girl hadn’t even questioned it anymore.

He was always grateful when Sirona would bid him goodnight and she would be waiting there under the streetlamp next to the floo flame, ready to head back with him. Sometimes she would be joined by Poppy or Natty, already out of the castle on an adventure, but she made it a priority to see him leaving his grueling shifts.

Even thinking now about how excited he was just to see her warm eyes under the lantern’s light once he got to step out of the stuffy pub into the cool air made him smile.

“Sallow, mind helping the table in the front?” Sirona called, breaking him out of his trance as he nodded, working his way to the small enclosed table near the front door. Watching his step carefully, attempting to avoid slipping on the wet floor coated in spilled drink and melted snow he didn’t look up until his feet were directly in front of the booth.

Upon doing so he was greeted with the welcome sight of his favorite companions, noses red from the cold, thick layers of winter clothes still wound tightly around their chilled bodies from the track from the school. Ominis was still attempting to warm his hands by rubbing them together, unfortunate enough to have to hold his wand out while he walked, while everyone else would’ve been able to keep theirs warm in their coat pockets.

Next to him sat one very excited looking Lucan, thankful to be included in a late night activity with the older students. Natty joined him, scolding him for running ahead, as she no doubly felt responsible for her younger housemate. As he looked around the table, he noticed Poppy Sweating giggling as… Imelda whispered in her ear… The sight both confounding him while also making total sense the more he thought about it. Lastly he looked to the other side of Ominis seeing his witch standing to greet him.

“Sorry if the group grew a bit too much, I only intended it to be Ominis and I, but word spread and-“ she was cut off as he quickly latched his hands onto her waist, joyfully lifting her into his arms and connecting their mouths. Breaking apart with a giggle he set her down at the brief exchange, expecting Imelda to make a nasty comment at their affection. Instead he found the Irish girl with her head propped up on her hand taking in the words of the young hufflepuff as if they were the only thing in the world to listen to.

Shaking his head he brought his attention back to the witch in his arms, eyes crossing with hers as he explained “Honestly you could’ve come here with Leander and I’d still be happy just getting to see you.” She knew he was exaggerating, as he found the Gryffindor boy to be the most repulsive of their classmates.

“Been a long day?” She asked, sensing the tiredness in his eyes and he nodded.

“Positively exhausting…” he leaned in closer, her cheeks growing warmer with anticipation of what he could be telling her in secret.

“Imelda and Poppy?” He phrased as a question as he leaned back with a smirk.

Smacking his shoulder she narrowed her eyes almost threateningly “Don’t you dare.”

Knowing she was right in the assumption he would taunt their housemate for her seemingly new crush on the cheery girl from their class he shook his head.

“How is it fair? She gets to taunt us, then gets off Scot free when it’s her turn” he pretended to pout but at this point only played along to get a rise out of the girl currently in his arms.

“I will hurt you myself Sebastian. Leave them be. They will come to realize it in their own time… besides… I don’t want to make it harder for them since people may look down on them for both being girls…” the way she expressed her concerns for her two friends not being accepted by his classmate made his heart melt. Looking over her shoulder to see the Slytherin girl working her green scarf around Poppy’s chilled skin made him realize that she may be correct to leave them be for now.

“You’re right. I shall leave it be… for now…” he jokingly teased

She leaned up to peck his cheek before coming off the tips of her toes, “thank you”. Sitting back next to Ominis, she quickly cast a warming charm on his gloves and he thanked her.

“6 butter beers?” He asked the group, everyone but Poppy and Imelda looking up with a nod.

“It is so cool that you work here now Sebastian! Dueling extraordinaire, top Slytherin Student, former quidditch star and now bar tender at the best pub in Scotland!” Lucan praised him as he smiled at the younger boy. He had always carried a soft spot for the younger boy, whose mischief and creative mind rivaled his own.

“You’re much to kind to him Brattleby. As I recall, he lost crossed wands to y/n.” Ominis said with a smirk. Hearing their housemate attempt to lower him was all it took for Imelda to snap out of Poppy’s trance as she looked up at him with a smirk.

“He also can’t hold a candle to her flying record” Imelda said looking directly at his eyes tauntingly. Natty and the young Gryffindor watched the exchange with widened eyes.

Sebastian looked from Imelda to Poppy with a smirk, before returning his gaze to her. When she realized what he’d done, the fire in her eyes shrunk, fearful he would comment on what he’d seen. Instead he surprised her by looking down to the girl who’d stolen his heart, opting to heed her warning and refrain from saying anything even jokingly.

“Oh I am fully aware that even inexperienced this one is far better than me. I consider myself lucky to be in her company most days. After all, that’s all one can hope for… to steal the heart of someone so wonderful… how have you been Poppy? You’ve hardly said a word. Come across any dragons again recently.” He said, attempting to get the eye off himself as Imelda quickly turned to the girl for an explanation and he slipped away to grab them a drink.

Once behind the bar Sirona came back up from the storeroom, watching the group as Poppy told them how her and his witch had rescued a dragon from illegal fighting rings. He had been privileged enough to hear about it shortly after it happened, as there were few secrets between them. One would think he would be possessive or even demanding she did not throw herself into danger, especially after the incident over their holiday, but Sebastian trusted her abilities. He knew asking her to refrain from such adventure would be like caging a bird. Despite his worry, he would never ask her to do such a thing.

“I figured you could use a break” Sirona said nodding towards the table.

“Thank you, sorry if I’ve seemed… distracted today.” He explained. He wasn’t fully sure why he’d been in his head for most of the day, but he found himself zoning out. Perhaps the exhaustion of 2 and a half straight days of working was getting to him.

“You’ve been working hard this last month. Your mother would be proud.” Sirona said, filling the last mug, setting it on the tray for him to grab. As he went to lift it from the counter he saw 7 instead of 6.

“They only needed -“ he started but she wasn’t having it.

“Take the rest of the night off, I’ve got it from here.” She explained, shooing him from behind the counter.

“But, I -“ again he started but she interjected, grabbing the rag on her shoulder and slapping him with it.

“I am paying you for the rest of the evening whether you work the shift or not. You are young, you’ve got your friends and your love right there. Consider it a thank you for the hard work the last few weeks.” She said shoving a small leather bag of galleons in his hand.

Sebastian promptly opened it, expecting to see knuts, perhaps a few sickles, but instead was shocked to find it filled to the brim with galleons. His eyes widened and nearly filled with tears at realizing how much money she’d given him.

“This is entirely too gracious Sirona, I can’t-“ he started in but she placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Take it. I haven’t been privileged enough to find someone of my own, but that doesn’t mean I don’t recognize true love when I see it.You’re a hard worker Sebastian. Definitely as kind hearted as Alice. Please take an advance. Work when you can, but focus on visiting Anne and making her happy right now.” She explained, recognizing how much he’d done even in such a short amount of time.

Sebastian pocketed the money, removing the apron from his body as he quickly cast a charm to clean his dirty clothes. “Thank you Sirona… at the very least let me help clean up once everyone leaves” he offered, feeling the need to continue to earn his wage.

“I think I could find that acceptable. Now go. Enjoy. It’s on the house” she said, shooing the young man away, smiling as he sat down next to the Slytherin girl at the end of the table, wrapping his arm around her as they all began enjoying their evening.

***** *****

“Hey watch those hands Lucan!” Sebastian taunted, watching the young boy’s face go even more red as he attempted to aid his witch in standing. The group had enjoyed a tad too much, and were making their way back to the school grounds without him. He’d entrusted the two Gryffindors, deeming them more responsible than the very distracted Poppy and Imelda, and not wanting Ominis to be on edge leading her around without sight.

“Of course, sorry Sebastian!” The boy’s voice squeaked out as he leaned down to hold her face in his palm.

“Don’t take too long” she pouted and he chuckled, kissing her forehead. Taking the ends of his scarf that she’d worn, he wrapped it around her gently.

“I won’t, but Sirona shouldn’t have to clean up on her own. Wait up for me when you get back?” He asked, hinting at her to wait in the Room of Requirement instead of their common room. She nodded vigorously as the two Gryffindor students carefully escorted her down the path and out of his view.

Returning inside he saw Sirona had done almost all the labor to clean that normally took them hours. The chairs were resting on the tables and she had an enchanted mop scrubbing the floor. She sat at the bar, rifling through a box filled with parchment, looking up when he re entered.

“I want you to come look at something, it should only take a moment. You’ll be back in time before curfew.” She explained and he nodded taking a seat next to her.

“Ah, here it is. Sliding a worn envelop into his hands, he saw the words “Ryan” on the outside in familiar handwriting without a first name.

“To my Dearest house Companion,

I was so glad to see you again since you graduated. It has been entirely too long, and I apologize for the briefness of our last encounter at Hogsmeade. The twins are still quite young and require much attention as you can imagine.

I was writing to see if you were doing alright. I must be honest, upon seeing you at the three broomsticks, I have been worried for you. I hope you received Sampson and I’s owl with some help to purchase the tavern, knowing it to be your dream now that it’s available. We had looked forward to seeing you running the place.

You looked very worn my dear, and I worry that you are harboring much anxiety. I have never pressed the conversation you have shared in confidence with me, atop the Ravenclaw rooftop that night. I have guarded your secrets, knowing that only myself and your friend Maribel to be the only ones who know the “real” you.

I hope you find this letter as encouragement. I have known you since you were sorted into our house. I have watched you grow. I have always known you to be such a strong and kind hearted witch. I can assure you, that letting others see you as such may provide a freedom you had not considered. I only offer such advice as I wish to see you happy, however please do not feel pressured if you are unready to be open with others.

Sampson and I shall be returning to Hogwarts in the fall, both of us accepting positions as professors. I am excited to be able to visit you more, and ask if there any way possible you could watch the twins during the day. We shall provide you money in exchange. Sebastian is getting to that age he just wants to be involved in everything, so while he may be young, I imagine he may actually provide great help.

Either way, please always remember how deeply cared for you are. You are one of the kindest souls I know. I look forward to seeing you again soon.

All my love,

Alice Sallow

P.S. I recently stumbled upon a beautiful spring in my travels, and it made me think of you. I believe the goddess Sirona, to have sent me a feeling to write to you, so attached you shall find a vial of her earthly blessings…

Sebastian held the letter in shock, knowing that he didn’t have memory of Sirona before she began watching them some days while their parents taught. The heavy bag of galleons in his pocket acting like an anchor.

“Your mother was one of the few people in this world who could actually see the real me for so long. She was a dear friend. I have always wondered how I may thank her for her kinship, and her encouragement for me to be myself… helping to look after you has been such a joy Sebastian. You are truly a man she would be proud of.” Sirona spoke, holding out a photo of himself and Anne at the tavern while young in which Sirona was allowing them both to dangle off her strong arms the air as they cheerfully giggled.

“I don’t know what to say Sirona, this is much too kind” he explained.

“Don’t be. Your parents helped loan me the money to buy this place. You can consider it repayment if it eases your mind… however I want you to do what makes you happy.” She explained, standing to escort him to the door.

He brought the old family friend into his arms as he hugged her close. “Thank you Sirona, for everything” he said reverently.

“Of course. Just know… I expect visits every now and again. I’d also like to see the ring, once you’ve asked.” She said with a wink and he straighten, giving her a nod.

“Of course, this shall be the first place we stop to celebrate. I promise.” He told her and she smiled.

“Go on Romeo… I recall you told her to wait up for you.” She said and he couldn’t stop his legs from bolting towards the flame back to hogwarts.

***** ***** ******

He ran through the room of requirement like a man on a mission. Thankful that Deek was no where in sight, he all but bolted at top speed down the stairs that lead to the second half of her magical room. He wasn’t sure why exactly he was in such an urgent need to be near her, to hold her, feel her press into him. Perhaps it was the excitement he felt knowing he could move forward with their joint plans to build a future together. Maybe he truly had missed her company over the past few weeks. Or a combination of everything, but he didn’t stop until he found her cuddled up next to the window in a lounge chair with a blanket over top her. In her hands she twiddled her wand, curling and twisting it around her fingers.

“Hey you” she giggled out, looking up at him.

Sebastian held his hand out, begging her to rise to meet him, all while his body felt like it was shaking with electricity. Swinging her legs to the side she allowed him to pull her from laying down to standing in his arms.

He couldn’t help the sigh of relief that tumbled past his lips as he wrapped his strong arms wrapped around her much smaller frame. His one hand cradling her head onto his chest while the other pulled her impossibly close by the waist. She breathed in his normal sent that had wrapped itself in a mix of butter-beer and sweat from a day of hard labor. She felt him tip his nose and mouth into her hair, breathing in his own sigh of relief.

“I know I need a shower, but I wanted to see you first” he said, voice muffled by being so close to her.

“There’s no rush… we have all the time in the world” she said, pulling him closer as she spoke. He smiled, knowing that she had know clue the weight to which she alluded, as that time was about to rapidly expand in their near future. There was something sitting in the air. Almost heavy, and filled with longing and anticipation. As he gently held her, almost swaying the same way they had Christmas Eve in Feldcroft, the depth of the feeling grew.

Suddenly the room began to shift, a loud sound echoing throughout. Jumping away from her, grabbing his wand he shoved her behind him ready to protect her if need be. Immediately the air was filled with her boisterous laughter.

“It’s just the room shifting… let’s see what it thinks we Require” she spoke, eyebrows dancing as she giggled, pulling him by the hand to the corner were a small door appeared.

“Does it do that often?” He asked her, still shocked at the magical properties of her room, despite having spent a great deal of his time with her inside its walls.

“Sometimes” she said with a shrug, dramatically flinging the door open. Seeing its contents immediately sent her into another fit of giggles as she leaned into his body to prevent herself from falling over.

He stepped inside, seeing the way the green tiles reflected the candle light in such a soft and calming way. It was almost a recreation of the bathroom in the Slytherin dorms. The golden shower head, incased in glass instead of behind the normal curtain. But the same green tiles and snakelike artwork depicted about.

“I don’t know if I should be offended the room thinks I smell that awful, or if I should thank it for not making me track all the way down to the dungeons” he spoke, pulling her through the doorway with him. She looked up at him, longing in her eyes and he didn’t even question for a moment before slamming her backwards into the door.

The charged feeling from before coming back to the forefront of his mind as he pressed himself between her legs, pinning her into the back of the door which had only appeared moments ago. She moaned into his mouth at the shock of the contact, her hips coming up to meet his with the same fury.

Pulling his mouth from hers, he reconnected it on the pulse of her neck as she jokingly called out “I suppose that means you don’t care if I join you?”

“It’s been far too long since I have seen this beautiful body of yours” he said, sincerity peaking through the dominance in his tone. Usually he found himself in conflict with that side of himself, repressing it entirely in favor of savoring his time with her. However a pocket full of gold to effectively secure their future together, his ability to restrain the more animalistic tendencies was effectively lost.

Sebastian meant what he said, it had been since their moments in Feldcroft that they’d gone beyond kissing each other breathless or pawing over clothes. Occasionally he’d slip a cheeky hand around her bottom, giving her a squeeze to startle her, or she’d return the favor by sliding a hand under the untucked bottom of his button down. Once they had found themselves grinding their hips together while still clothed a few weeks back. That alone made him feel his manhood shake within the confines of his school trouser more than he cared to admit.

Acting now on almost two months worth of buildup, he carefully started to slide the sweater she wore up her torso. It had been one of his older sweaters, from his third year as a student, that he’d let her borrow one weekend they went home to visit Anne before he had work. She had found herself reaching for it most days, as it reminded her of him on the nights they couldn’t sleep together.

That had been another thing he had missed dearly. Occasionally they would slip away to the Room of Requirement, making a bundle of pillows on the floor and taking naps in each others arms. However a few hours here and there didn’t make up for the cold and lonely feeling he had most nights as he couldn’t get up the stairs to her dorm room and Ominis usually sounded the alarm when she tried to sneak up to his side. He had been utterly spoiled those few weeks in his home with her nestled in his arms, finding sleep more easily than he had in years. Without her, he was once again back to restless nights.

Sebastian couldn’t help but think that soon enough it wouldn’t be such a taboo to fall asleep with her on his chest, and wake up holding her in his arms. That wholesome thought was replaced with something much less innocent seeing his sweater fall to the ground and a small lace corset being the only thing she wore under it.

Letting out a groan he hooked his fingers around her waistband, turning her around slightly to get a better view in the dim lighting. Seeing the way the low lighting created such harsh contrast along the curves of her waist and chest made him groan.

“Why didn’t you tell me this was all that was under there” he chuckled against the skin of her right breast, releasing it before sucking one of her nipples into his mouth.

Breathlessly she giggled, “I thought it would be more fun to let you discover that yourself”

Releasing her, Sebastian stood back to his full height, looking down at her blushing face, smirk still lingering and dazed expression from both the alcohol and the feelings that so often accompanied their more intimate moments.

“So you planned this..” he teased, going to undo the buttons of his shirt as she leaned back against the wall for support, sliding her pants down her legs to reveal a thin pair of panties that matched. She nodded, almost responding to his metaphorical question by displaying the intimate clothing to him.

Upon seeing the matching set she’d donned his mouth fell open, and with that yet another laugh fell from her kiss swollen lips. He truly did love how utterly giggly she got when consuming alcohol. Some people were aggressive or depressive. However, every experience where he’d seen her drink she often became more affectionate towards him and more joyful, more carefree. He loved that side of her.

“Oh darling” he said, quickly stripping himself of the rest of his filthy uniform, throwing it to the floor, dragging her closer, once again reconnecting their mouths as he pushed her against the wall of the shower.

“I take it that you like it?” She smirked against his mouth as she pulled back just enough to mutter the words, then resume their ministrations.

Pulling away long enough to shove his underwear down to his feet, he quickly made his way to pulling hers down to join his. “I truly love it. However right now I think I’d like it better on the floor. Don’t you agree?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer before his skilled fingers removed the corset without much struggle, hand desperately reaching for the taps to turn on the water.

The first few seconds were cold, and she let out a shriek at the temperature.

“Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up” he growled into the skin of her neck, arms reaching around her from behind. His manhood stood at attention from the intensity they’d experienced, not quelled by the coldness of the water. Angling his hips, Sebastian allowed himself the pleasure of feeling the curve of her ass against his hard cock, as he pulled her closer.

Reaching up to slide her now wet hair over her shoulder, he kissed the nape of her neck, gently swaying in the water with her in his arms. She could feel the way he flexed his biceps around her, knowing she would be lying to say she hadn’t noticed the way his job had brought out even more broadness in his shoulders and arms. She loved seeing what labor continued to do to his body. Feeling it pressed so tightly against her now as his lips grazed her neck she couldn’t help by loudly moan out, sounds echoing off the tiles.

“What’s got you all worked up babygirl?” He smugly let out along her skin as he continued nibbling her nape. Reaching around, he let one of his hands slip down to her slick folds, lazily dragging his pointer and middle fingers through to collect her arousal.

Carefully turning her around with his other hand so that she faced him, he brought his hand up to his mouth, making direct eye contact while he brought her slick to taste on his tongue. He groaned out, eyes rolling back slightly as the hand still on her waist tightened.

“Fuck - I’ve missed having you on my tongue. So fucking sweet.”

She let out a gasp at his words, enjoying the way he looked down at her once he re-opened his eyes. The intensity of his arousal was apparent, but as was his adoration. Not that she differed, as she could feel herself mirroring him perfectly while she fell deeper into his beautiful mahogany eyes.

Sensing her swell of emotions , he stopped for a moment, fingers tracing lazy patterns in the skin of her waist.

“What’s on your mind, love?” He asked her, genuinely curious what had caused the soft expression to appear in her eyes.

“You are just so beautiful Sebastian” she said and he couldn’t help but be taken aback by the sincerity of her tone. Bringing his hand to push back his wet hair from his forehead as he bashfully looked down at their feet. He’d been many things in his life: loud, brash, unyielding, mischievous, and he figured just attractive enough to have secured himself alongside the most beautiful witch he’d known. While he was aware she found him to be handsome, he didn’t realize she felt quite so deeply for his outward qualities.

He had a long list of things he wasn’t thrilled about when it came to his appearance: the way his nose gave way to his round and flared nostrils, his smile which he felt often seemed awkward when he showed his teeth. He had always felt his freckles made him appear more boyish instead of the man he’d hoped to be. His long and thick eyelashes gave more of a feminine nature than he’d like. Whenever he dared to look in a mirror he often saw his flaws, sometimes glaringly obvious and other times as a distraction from how his face was slowly growing more and more into the features of Solomon and his father.

“I can’t imagine I am that much to look at Darling” he said with a sigh, head still hanging low. His eyes watched water droplets fall from the tile walls, trailing down to the drain under their feet. He felt himself in a trace watching until he felt fingertips lightly grazing his chin, encouraging him to look back up.

The look on her face as he did so made him feel as if she had ripped his heart open completely, forging her way inside and burning strongly within him such a bold and passionate love that would’ve made the poets jealous. She bore a light smile, just barely lifting the sides of her beautiful lips while her eyes looked right through him.

Using her other hand she started to trace her fingertips ever so lightly across his shoulders, as her eyes moved down to look at the lines she created on his body.

“You have really filled out working with Sirona” she barely whispered out, hands coming up to cup the now much more pronounced dip between his shoulder and bicep. Holding herself steady she resumed her gaze over him. Eyes studying him with wonder and what he could only describe as amazement. The childlike wonder in her eyes and soft hint of a smile at the corner of her lips

“How could one not love these beautiful freckles? The way they cover every inch of you… like the night sky… constellations to be studied all on their own. It’s like you are made of stardust Sebastian.” She said, fingers tracing from freckle to freckle along his shoulder and chest, mapping out shapes she saw along his skin. Carefully she brought herself onto the tips of her toes, hand holding his bicep tightening to maintain balance along the wet tiles, before lowering her lips onto a spot near his collarbone.

Orion. She spoke before laying another kiss to a spot closer to the center of his chest.

Capricornus. She continued laying slow, sensual kisses along his skin as she traced the well known constellations into his skin.

Draco. Leo. Pegasus. Gemini. Cetus.

You are more beautiful than the heavens...

He looked down in shock, not realizing he’d closed his eyes until he heard the last words she spoke. Sebastian felt his mouth go dry, seeing the way her beautiful eyes were lost in the sea of blemishes across his skin. Never in all his life had he known such care, such admiration, such love.

Unable to form proper words he allowed her to stroke his nose with her finger. Once again she rose, pressing a small kiss to the ball of his nose. Sebastian breathed in a shallow breath before quickly gripping her shoulders, as if the kiss broke him out of the trace he’d been in. Turning her around so that her back was pressed into his chest once more, he brought his fingers down to stroke her folds.

“Let me make you feel good. Please.” He barely managed to get out the words as he felt her nod against him.

He started tracing his fingers around her womanhood, teasingly avoiding the one spot he knew was sure to get a reaction. When she let out an almost annoyed whine at his chosen path of ministrations he chuckled.

“Sebastian please…” she barely managed to get out through gritted teeth.

He lowered his lips to her ear, dragging in the lobe gently before asking her “Please what? I am already touching you… is that not what you wanted? Wearing that skimpy set of undergarments under my sweater… I need to hear you ask. I need to hear you say how good only I can make you feel”

She wasn’t really sure what had come over him, to get him to speak to her this way, but she suddenly felt lightheaded and knew she couldn’t blame it on the butter beer.

“Only you make me feel this good Sebastian, only you” she whined out breathlessly.

He felt himself beginning to smirk into the skin of her neck, nipping it well enough to leave a small bruise. Before remembering she never properly answered his question.

“Where do you want me to touch you angel?” He hummed, eyelids growing heavy as his cock twitched against the curve of her ass. Feeling him against her, she ground it back onto him and he stifled out a groan, not wanting to give her control of the situation.

“That… spot… from last time” she heaved out through strangled breaths as he continued teasing her.

Bringing his pointer finger up slightly, he grazed her Pearl and she let out a whine, thrusting her hips forward chasing the contact.

“Right here?” He asked, applying more pressure and she nodded aggressively.

Still rubbing her, he decided to give up teasing her physically, opting instead to use his words.

“Is this where you touch yourself when you’re all alone my love?” Sebastian asked.

“Yes..” she choked out as she moaned.

“You know what it’s called don’t you..? This special spot of yours?” He teased but when he saw the expression of embarrassment on her face he kissed her cheek breaking his command for just a moment at her innocence.

“This,” he started with a stronger press against her “is your clitorus love… that spot that makes you come undone in the most beautiful of ways” he said instructing her. He found it cute that she wasn’t even fully aware of her own anatomy, and he’d only known having picked up a book on anatomy a few years back.

Once again he resumed softly circling it with his index finger, occasionally applying more pressure as she squirmed. The moment of innocence gone as she continued incoherent babbling at his moments.

“And what do you think of when you touch yourself here…?” He growled, rubbing his finger against her in fast tight circles.

“You… you Sebastian… I think of -“ she said struggling with words. He removed his fingers from her and once again she let out a whine. He felt bad for getting her wound up but he was dying to hear what she thought about when she touched herself to the thought of him.

“Tell me… what about me do you think of? What does your beautiful mind dream of me doing?”

Once again he laid his index finger ever so gently to her clit, holding it there but not moving it when he asked “do you think of me touching you here? Like I have been? Thinking of my hands instead of yours? Do you think of me rubbing fast little circles on this sensitive clit?”

She vigorously nodded trying to slightly press her hips into his hand for more friction and he smirked knowing she got off imagining his hands on her. However he wanted to know truly how deep the rabbit hole went…

Bringing his fingers down further he teased her opening with his fingertips as he asked “Do you think of me entering you here? Have you ever brought your fingers down to your hole, imagining it’s me that is working you open?” He said against the shell of her ear, finger tracing a circle around her rim.

Sebastian could feel the way it shifted in anticipation of him doing so, her opening almost shaking under his finger tip. In fact her whole body was shaking under his grasp as he tried to find restraint from just pushing his finger inside her to find out just how the inside of her walls would feel.

“Please let me touch you here. I want nothing more than to feel you around me, pulling me in… please let me make you feel good” he could almost feel himself growing needy from his request, slightly embarrassed at how much he needed to touch her in her most intimate part. He was worried for a moment about losing the control he seemingly had over her but when she called out, bucking her hips violently into him he regained that sense to claim her once more.

“Yes pleaseeee Sebastian '' she gave her permission, widening her legs as she looked over her shoulder at him in anticipation through lowered lashes.

“I’ll be gentle, I promise. Please let me know if you need me to slow down or if it hurts… I want to worship you.”

She nodded at him as he brought his other hand up to cup her cheek, pressing his lips to hers with a passionate kiss before pulling back. Something primal in him wanted to watch her expression as he set out to breach her wall for the first time, even if it was only with his index finger.

So he did just that. Bringing his finger up just enough to coat it in the slick that had made itself known in her folds he brought it back to her hole. Eyes fixed on hers, he ever so carefully slid it inside her. Her eyes grew wide at the intrusion but she made no attempts to stop him. As he entered her he became overwhelmed at how warm it felt wrapped around his finger. He could feel the way her cunt greedily seemed to pull him further inside as he pushed in until his palm rested flat against her mound of curls.

She sighed against him, leaning her head back on his shoulder as he stilled his finger inside her body, allowing her to adjust.

“How do you feel?” He asked her, nipping the bruise he’d already formed on her neck.

“Full” she whispered out, eyes trained to the ceiling. Hearing her admit that while he currently was pressed against her, finger deep inside her beautiful body brought back a ferioscity.

Sliding in and out partially, he would push it back in slowly as he began to fuck her with his finger. She began rutting against his hand as he brought his other hand up sliding it around to play with her breasts. In doing so he pulled her even closer into his frame, his dick painfully hard and throbbing against her.

“Imagine how full you would be with my cock in you.” He hissed in her ear and he picked up the pace.

“So full Sebastian” she all but wailed.

“You’d look so full babygirl, and so very pretty stuffed to the brim with me. Can’t you feel it? Feel how much it wants to be inside this warm, wet cunt of yours?” He purred in her ear, intentionally pressing his dick into her backside more.

She didn’t respond with words but he felt the way her inner walls contracted around his finger before he slowed enough to add a second one. She shuddered at the feeling of being stretched wider but didn’t speak as he continued.

“Do you ever think of what it would be like for me to actually enter you in that way? Tell me sweet girl. Please. I need to hear you tell me how good I’m making you feel. How good you would feel if I claimed you as mine…”

“It feels so good… yes I think about you being inside here when I’m alone… you make me feel like I’m coming apart at the seams” she barely managed to indulge his lust hazed demands as he once again picked up the pace.

“Good. I also think about how wonderful it will feel when I finally enter this tight little hole… how beautiful you’ll look wrapped around me. How loud I could make you sing when I’m making you feel good. How gorgeous you’d look full of my cum…” at this point he was just incoherently letting all the thoughts he kept locked inside his brain spill out, but she didn’t care. In fact, upon hearing such lude comments she was shocked to feel herself throbbing under the intensity of it all.

“You’re going to look absolutely divine when I pump my children into you… ethereal when you safely carry them within you, right here…” he said, moving his left hand over her womb, softly stroking it.

Her eyes snapped open at how openly he was acknowledging his animalistic desire to give her children. Bringing her hand up she kept his hand pressed tightly to her stomach, a loud moan escaping her as she allowed his words to give her the glorious mental picture he was painting.

“You like that? Want me to give you a little Sallow?” He bucked his hips into her once more, his tip sliding between her cheeks and he kept going.

“YES” she screamed as she approached that feeling she had the first time he’d made her release.

“Who’s making you feel this good? Tell me!” He demanded it of her.

“You are! Sebastian I -“ she started to speak but he rocked into her with his hips pressing her tighter against him with the arm still around her waist. Deciding to curl his fingers to stroke the sides of her wall he was pleasantly surprised at her reaction. She let out a scream, body tightening around him as she slumped in his arms for a moment. Her labored breath only stirred him on more.

Slowly sliding off his fingers, she turned around to face him. The look in her eyes of longing made him ponder the honest words he’d spoken. She should’ve slapped him for being so crass, but instead she surprised him by sliding to her knees.

Lifting his cock in her hands. He was prepared for her to touch him, similar to how she’d done in the bath on his birthday. However when she tentatively brought her lips around the head of his prick he couldn’t help but fall back into the wall, as he slipped from her mouth.

“Shit!” He hissed, watching as she looked up at him with such a doe like expression, following him by crawling on her knees to once again place him inside her warm mouth.

The feeling of her mouth around his manhood was very similar in feeling to what her pussy felt like around his fingers. Given what he’d just done he knew he wouldn’t last long.

She wasn’t exactly sure what she was doing but tried to replicate the way she stroked him with her hand using her mouth. Pressing him further inside she gagged a little and he let out a groan as she did. The feeling of him hitting her gag reflex, caused her to accidentally shift her teeth, causing him some discomfort feeling them graze his shaft.

She pulled back apologetically, ready to ask what she should do when he encouraged her to keep going.

“So good… doing so good for me. My goddess.” He spoke and she took that as a sign to continue, trying to tease his shaft with her tongue this time.

Sebastian seemed to really have enjoyed it because his mouth kept spewing the filth he’d been mumbling for the duration of their activity.

“Fuck… going to make you my wife…Then I’m going to keep pumping you full of my brown eyed babies… would you like that?” he asked.

When she nodded her head to answer his question he twitched inside her mouth as he grabbed her hair, pushing her down in the same manor.

“Again, do that again please” his voice went thick with need and she replicated the movement again, discovering a slight taste of salt in her mouth as he leaked precum from his tip.

“I’m going to, agh I need to finish-“ he spoke as a warning for her to pull back but when she hollowed her cheeks attempting to suck in a breath he spilled in her mouth.

At first she tried to swallow his load but became overwhelmed about halfway through, pulling off his cock as he finished spilling his load in her face, lips and into her hair.

“Shit! I am so sorry darling, come here” he said once he came down enough to see her looking up at him, his release in her wet hair and all over her face.

He lifted her gently off the floor of the shower, hands lifting to wipe himself away from her pretty face. As he did so she raised a hand to stroke his cheek similarly to how he was cleaning her.

“I didn’t mean to -“ he tried to explain, grimacing as he saw the way his cum clung to her hair, but she stopped him by bringing a finger to his lips.

“It’s okay Love”, she paused before giggling and continuing “I thought it was sexy that you filled me in some way…” she said her eyes trailing off with a newfound shyness

Contemplating his words he finished cleaning her face, turning her around some so he could wash her hair as well. She hummed as he did so, soaking up the affection and still feeling the bliss that came after moments like this.

When he finished, Sebastian wrapped his arms around her, his chin resting on her shoulder.

“Did you mean it?” He asked quietly

“Which part?” She hummed

“Well… all of it, but specifically the part about the stars?” He questioned.

“Of course.” She said sternly, hoping he could believe her.

Kissing her shoulder he replied “then you’re my goddess… and you belong in the heavens… next to me.”

Turning around in his arms she kissed him deeply, hands raising to brush his hair off his face like she’d done so many times before.

“And you can be my home. My light. My stardust.”

To be continued…

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Ominis

It Will Always Be You

(Ominis confesses drunkenly to Sebastian about a girl he fell in love with the summer before his 5th year.)

What's Your Favourite Scary Movie? (WIP) - Sneak Peak

(Modern!AU, Ghostface!AU Ominis has taken on a new persona to get some unfinished business out of the way. It looks like the new mask and outfit comes with an unexpected perk.

Sebastian

In the Depths of His Obsession (WIP) - Sneak Peak, Part 1

(Dark!Sebastian gets released from Azkaban after 5 years, and he only has one goal in mind - to win back MC using any means necessary)

A Gift with Dark Intentions

(Dark!Sebastian comes home with an interesting handmade gift for MC)

Series:

The Durmstrang Champion (WIP) - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

(It's their final year, and the Triwizard Tournament is announced. As the visiting schools arrive, one particular Durmstrang student catches the attention of our silver trio. Something doesn't seem quite right about her.)

Layla and Majnun (WIP)

(Layla is the MC of HL in this story. Tons of angst and smut. Retelling of the famous Layla and Majnun story with Layla and Ominis where they face unimaginable hard times. Nothing can separate them... right?)

Into The Darkness (WIP)

(Due to the events of what happened in their fifth year Sebastian, Ominis, and MC are no longer friends. Sebastian is quickly becoming a renound auror when he gets a new case in which some aspects feel all too familiar.)

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HL Cast - Inaccurate Quotes

HL Cast - Inaccurate Quotes P2

HL Cast - Inaccurate Quotes P3

HL Cast - Inaccurate Quotes P4

HL Cast - Inaccurate Quotes P5

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◇Layla's Character Sheet◇

◇Durmstrang Institute◇

AI Art

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Ominis Gaunt

Ominis Gaunt

Ominis Gaunt + Sebastian Sallow

Soft Bois (Sebastian, Ominis, and Garreth)

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To the Victor Go the Spoils - Sebastian Sallow x Female!Reader

Summary: Since Sebastian can't hold himself accountable and show up to Quidditch practice, Imelda takes matters into her own hands and bans him from being around you until the upcoming game is finished. It's something easier said than done.

Alternatively summarized as you and Sebastian having a terrible time in lieu of Imelda's no-sex-ban, but good things always come to those who wait.

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

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: 18+, aged up characters, explicit content

Full fic can be found here on Ao3! 

It’s not like you couldn’t tell Sebastian was overwhelmed. He wore his emotions on his sleeve, despite his efforts to always hide them. A boggart could mirror him in a flash and betray his fears and his thoughts, but even then you would know what to expect beforehand, because you knew him better than anyone. 

Between classes, the new Quidditch season, and his new goal of becoming an Auror, Sebastian felt like he was being pulled in a thousand different directions all at once. Realistically, it shouldn’t be so difficult for him to prioritize one task at a time. That’s how easy it would be to solve his problems; he only needed to slow down and take a breath before diving back into the bottomless workload. But it didn’t matter what he told himself or how he rationalized everything– he was still stressed and on the verge of tearing his hair out. 

You watched as Sebastian pushed around a sausage on his plate, his breakfast mostly untouched while he warred with the thoughts in his head. 

“You should eat,” chimed Ominis from across the table, tired of listening to the scrape of Sebastian’s fork on the platter. “Don’t you have Quidditch practice in an hour? You’ll need the energy.” 

“Not really hungry,” Sebastian replied monotonously, and you frowned. 

Popping your last piece of sliced fruit in your mouth, you jabbed at Sebastian’s sausage with your fork and held it up to his lips imploringly. “Eat. He’s right, you’ll be useless out there if you’re running on fumes.” 

Pressing the greasy meat to Sebastian’s freckled lips garnered a small smile from him, but that was it. He gingerly pushed your hand away and shook his head, letting his chin fall against his palm with a sigh. “Sorry darling, really though. I think I’ll throw up if I try at this point.” 

Grumbling something about ‘taking better care of himself’, your trio’s attention was then grabbed by the sound of the Great Hall doors being thrown open. The fact that Imelda had the strength to actually make the monstrous slabs of wood ricochet off the wall was terrifying, but the feeling paled in comparison to the fear you felt when your eyes landed on her furious expression. 

“Sallow!” she bellowed over the chatter in the dining room, and a hush seemed to fall over the crowd. “Where the hell have you been?” 

Sebastian’s back was to the doorway, but you watched as his eyes pinched shut at the sound of the Quidditch captain’s voice. Merlin’s beard– this was just what he didn’t need. Ominis fought a smile at the sound of Imelda stomping over to where you were seated, and when she came to stop behind you, you cast a pleading look over your shoulder at her. 

“Imelda, he’s not feeling great today–” 

“Bullshit,” she cut you off, and your mouth snapped shut with an audible crack. “He’s not feeling great but he still has time to run around school instead of coming to practice? I think not. Get your ass up, Sebastian, I’m not letting you miss a third day.” 

His dark eyes made a full circle in his skull, but he sighed, already resigned to his fate. There was no arguing with Imelda when she was in one of her moods, and he knew he’d already done enough to piss her off by blowing off Quidditch practice two days in a row. He wouldn’t put it past her to kick him off the team entirely if he started to grouse. 

Sebastian shot you a smile as he stood from his seat, although it kind of looked more like a grimace. Before he could move to head for the doors, he watched as Imelda snatched the fork you’d skewered his sausage with. She spun towards him, her free hand flying to his face in a split second, and when her fingers pinched his nose and jerked his head up, Sebastian’s mouth was left open long enough for his Captain to shove the food between his lips. 

“Mmph–” the sausage hung limp in Sebastian’s slack mouth, his eyes widening at the brazen action, but Imelda only nodded once, pleased with her handy work. 

“There. Eat that on the way. And you,” she pointed a crooked finger at you, making you pause. “Unless you’re going to drag Sallow’s lazy ass to the field every day this week, stay away from him. He’s useless to me if he can’t play right and something tells me you’re a bigger distraction than you are a help.” 

An indignant sound resonated from your throat, but before you could formulate a retort, Imelda had spun on her heel and was dragging Sebastian out of the Great Hall by the fabric of his cloak. He cast one last irritated glance at you over his shoulder, sausage link perched between his lips, before he disappeared completely from sight, and you scoffed. 

“Unbelievable. Who the hell does she think she is?” 

It was a mostly rhetorical question, but Ominis chuckled across from you and scraped his remaining breakfast into a pile before answering. “She is the Captain of the team. Honestly I’m surprised it took her this long to drag Sebastian back to the field. He has been rather… preoccupied, recently.” 

Exasperated, you exclaimed, “Yeah, with school! She can’t seriously think I’m to blame for him blowing off practice. Sebastian is going to do what he wants to do, we both know that.” 

Ominis shrugged before spooning his last bite into his mouth, choosing his words carefully as he chewed and swallowed. “True. However, you have to admit he has spent every waking minute of his free time this week with you. It’s not a bad thing, don’t get me wrong, but we also know Sebastian will always prioritize what he likes to do over what he should do.” 

It frustrated you to admit it, but Ominis had a point. Whatever, if Imelda wanted Sebastian to herself to focus on Quidditch, then so be it. The big game against Gryffindor was in three days. You could keep your distance from Sebastian for that long, for his sake and maybe for yours as well. It pained you to admit it, but you had been putting off studying for your exams, preferring to get tangled in the sheets with Sebastian late at night and canoodle like teenagers. 

Convinced the rest of the day would be boring and slow moving, you sighed and rose from your seat. “Come on, let’s head to the library. Might as well spend the next three days catching up on some reading.” 

Ominis neatly organized his cutlery on his plate before plucking his wand from the table and standing. “That’s the spirit. I wouldn’t worry too much, three days is nothing in the grand scheme of things.” 

For some reason, you didn’t believe him. 

—

Imelda made good on her word to keep Sebastian away from you in his free time. Every time you saw him around school he was wearing his Quidditch uniform, grass and dirt stains accumulating on his knees and elbows with each passing hour. He looked beyond haggard, but he seemed to be in good enough spirits when you finally sat beside him in charms class a day later. It was the first chance you’d been given to talk with him since the other morning, and Sebastian seemed as eager to be around you as you were to be beside him. 

“Hey stranger,” he whispered with a smile as Professor Ronan started on a tangent about responsible wand usage. 

Your grin was ear splitting, “Hey yourself. How has practice been going?” 

He shrugged nonchalantly, flipping through his textbook to give the appearance of following along in the lesson. “As good as it can be, I guess. Imelda’s new trials are brutal but effective. I like to think we’ll crush Gryffindor to dust come this weekend.” 

“That’s good. Is she still keeping you on a short leash?” 

At that, Sebastian’s face fell, his brows slamming down in disbelief. “You have no idea. Do you know what she told me after assaulting me with that sausage the other day? She said ‘no hanky-panky until we win the game’. Apparently my having sex is a distraction and she won’t have any of it.” 

Sebastian groaned under his breath when you lifted your hand to muffle your laughter. “Wow, she isn’t messing around this time. Did she put you in a chastity belt or something?” 

“Thank fucking Merlin she hasn’t, but I wouldn’t put it past her. It’s the most counter productive thing I’ve ever heard in my life. How is not having sex going to win us the game? If anything it’s detrimental to my performance– I’m all strung out and whiny.” 

“Honestly, I think it’s just her own unique form of punishment for skipping practice,” you murmured. “Better sort out your time management skills fast, who knows what she’ll do in the future if you start slacking off again.”

Before he could reply, Professor Ronan was instructing the class to pair up and practice a new spell. Free from Imelda’s piercing gaze for one blessed hour, Sebastian didn’t hesitate to place his hand on your shoulder, silently claiming you as his partner. 

The rest of class breezed by fairly quickly, and afterwards when everyone had been dismissed to head out to lunch, you found yourself being led down a corridor into a dark, dusty broom closet by Sebastian. You felt your boyfriend’s hands on your waist as he guided you backwards against the wall, and then his lips were on yours, chasing away the hollow feeling that had existed in your chest since he’d been kidnapped from the Great Hall the day prior. 

It was frantic and desperate, both of you trying in vain to taste as much of the other as possible. Your hands were everywhere; in his hair, scratching down his chest, then underneath the pressed fabric of his dress shirt as your fingers danced across his burning skin. Sebastian’s tongue delved deep in your mouth, swallowing the tiny mewls his kisses pulled from you with deep rooted pride. When his knee nestled itself in between your spread legs and pressed against your core, you couldn’t help but moan loudly at the sensation, wanting instantly to feel more of him after one mere day of trying not to be a distraction. 

As Sebastian’s hand came up to undo the top button of your blouse, light suddenly flooded the dirty closet, sending the two of you scurrying apart flushed and panting. 

“Well well, my little bird was right. You were being naughty. Tsk tsk, Sallow.” Imelda had her hands firmly planted on her hips, an utterly devilish smile playing on her lips. “Out you go, dear. Sebastian needs to eat lunch and then it’s straight to the Quidditch pitch for practice.” 

“For fuck’s sake, Reyes. Is nothing sacred anymore?” Sebastian’s hands raked through his disheveled hair, looking like the textbook definition of ‘frazzled’ and ‘horny’. 

“My rules are sacred, and you damn near broke the most important one. You seriously can’t keep it in your pants for two more days? It’s not like I’m asking you to cut off your manhood and leave it with her. It’s just pathetic at this point.” 

An elaborate string of profanities fell from Sebastian’s lips as he strode out of the closet past Imelda, his hands curled into fists at his side. He said nothing to you on his way out, but you already knew he was in for it now. His erection had been painfully obvious pressed against your thigh through his trousers. 

Imelda was still standing in the doorway, taking in your own unkempt appearance with a coy smirk. “You can have him back after the game, I promise. In the meantime, I would go clean up if I were you. You look like you’re in heat.” 

She turned to leave then, the closet door drifting shut in your face as you gaped at the empty space where she had disappeared from. 

That woman was unbelievable. You silently wished Sebastian luck with the brutal case of blue balls you knew he would be sporting for the rest of the day. 

— 

The game was unbelievably intense. 

Imelda had definitely put her team through the ringer in the days leading up to Saturday, but the same could be said for Gryffindor’s players. Every time Slytherin scored, Gryffindor seemed to bounce back almost instantaneously with a point of their own. Your eyes had been glued to Sebastian the entire time, watching in awe as he zipped around the field and evaded bludgers with a finesse you couldn’t help but cheer for. 

He scored the next point, psyching out Gryffindor’s keeper with a fake throw towards the left hoop before angling his arm at the right one. The quaffle soared through the ring, and the crowd around you roared in support. 

“Sebastian scored!” you exclaimed and grabbed Ominis by his forearm, shaking him wildly with enthusiasm. “It’s fifty to forty now– we might actually win this!” 

“Where is Slytherin’s seeker?” he asked, your excitement palpable enough to get his heart racing. 

You searched the field for the woman in question. Clarisse Brown was scanning the pitch below her from high above, her eyes narrowed in concentration. All the noise from the stands did little to deter her focus, and you watched with rapt interest as her gaze zero’d in on the Gryffindor seeker across the way. 

“She’s close to the goal post on her side– no hang on, she’s diving! She’s following Gryffindor’s seeker, I think they’ve spotted the snitch.” 

Everything else happened so quickly, you barely had time to commentate any of it to Ominis before you were watching the two seekers tumble against the grass after the tiny, golden ball. A hush fell over the crowd as the players untangled their limbs from the ground, but then it was Clarisse shooting upright, the snitch clasped victoriously in her hand. 

“She caught it– Slytherin got the snitch! They won!” 

The celebration started almost instantly. Throes of screaming students funneled down onto the field to hoist Clarisse high above their heads, whooping and cheering and chanting songs to praise the hard earned triumph. 

You and Ominis stayed in the safety of the emptying stands, but even from far away, you saw Sebastian’s head turn towards you. His gaze was one of thrilled success, and when he took in the sight of you beaming at him, a different sort of look passed over his features. 

One that you were eager to see up close. 

—

The Slytherin team certainly knew how to throw an after party. The common room was in a celebratory uproar, goblets of spiked pumpkin juice being passed around as chatter filled every nook and cranny of the otherwise dim, quiet room. Truly, you’d never seen it so packed. 

Sebastian didn’t give a shit though. He didn’t care about toasting to his team’s victory, nor did he care to even congratulate Clarisse on catching the snitch in the first place. 

No, all he cared about was getting you upstairs on his bed. 

You had no choice but to practically skip to keep up with Sebastian’s long-legged stride as he led you to his dorm. His grip on your wrist was like a vice, unrelenting as he weaved through the scattered groups of people you encountered on the way. A few of them looked as though they wanted to congratulate him– maybe even strike up an actual conversation– but the look on his face must have been downright primal, because everyone of them backed up with wide eyes and hushed whispers. 

You flushed under their knowing stares. Merlin.

When Sebastian tugged you through the threshold of the dorm, his lips were on yours in a heartbeat. He pressed you against the still closing door, and as it latched shut, you were jolted by the weight of Sebastian leaning against you. His hands were winding in your hair, tugging you against his mouth urgently in some desperate attempt to taste you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kicking your legs up to hook around his waist as you shamelessly rolled your hips against his, and the throaty growl he let loose had heat pooling in your gut instantly. 

“Worst fucking week of my life,” he groaned the statement against your lips, and you couldn’t help but snicker. “I’m serious, I’m gonna kick Imelda’s ass if she ever tries to impose her rules on me again.” 

That wasn’t going to cut it. You hadn’t spent the last three days waiting to get your boyfriend back from Imelda for him to start talking about her with his cock rutting against you. “Can you not bring up Imelda and just fuck me already?” 

An animalistic sound came from Sebastian then, and he pulled away from your lips long enough to stare at you in a way that had you dizzy with arousal. “With pleasure, darling.” 

He was quick to throw you down on his bed, hastily muttering a locking charm on the door before he tossed his wand on the dresser and ripped his jersey over his shoulders. The dried sweat on his skin glimmered against the glow from the hearth in the center of the room, leaving your mouth watering, and you rushed to kick off your boots to speed things along. 

Sebastian was on you in an instant, kissing you senseless as one deft hand slid under your waistband and flicked the button open. He trailed his soft lips down the curve of your jaw, then lower along your neck, and he paused to suck at the skin there as he tugged your trousers down from your hips. You lifted your ass to assist, and once the restrictive material was gone, Sebastian straddled your waist so he could press his clothed member against the thin cotton of your undergarments firmly. 

You moaned at the contact, tilting your head back to grant him easier access to your fluttering pulse. He licked a broad stripe down the sensitive skin of your throat while his hands began undoing the clasps of your shirt. 

Sebastian’s gravelly voice vibrated against the wet skin of your neck, snapping you out of your pleasure induced daze. “Do you want me to bend you over or do you want to look at me while I fuck you?” 

Damn. “I-I want to see you. Feel like I haven’t had the chance to all week.” Your hands punctuated the statement by trailing up the delicious curve of his spine, drawing a shiver from him. “Is that okay? What do you want?” 

When he pulled away from your flushed neck, his eyes darkened immeasurably further, and the longer strands of his hair falling into his face gave him the appearance of some impassioned, sex-driven lunatic– but you weren’t about to start complaining. Not when he scooched down your prone form to start unbuttoning your shirt, and certainly not when he poked his tongue through his lips in thoughtful concentration. 

“I just want you, I don’t care about anything else. Fuck– not even jerking off helped– it’s like there was a mental block I couldn’t get past.” The last button fell open, and Sebastian slid the material off of your shoulders, his eyes hungrily roving over your naked body. His fingers trailed up your smooth stomach before kneading your breasts in his heated palms, drawing a strangled gasp from your throat. “Did you touch yourself at all this week or were you waiting for me?” 

You were embarrassed to admit that you had tried, but before you could tell him as much, Sebastian was pinching your nipples slightly and twisting, causing you to arch into his touch as a high-pitched moan sounded from your kiss swollen lips. “Mm, Sebastian–” 

The sound of your voice threatened to send him over the edge right then and there. “There is no wrong answer, I’m only curious…” 

He trailed off, lessening his ministrations against your breasts so you could reply. “Y-Yes. I tried, but it wasn’t the same. It never is.” 

That cocky smirk was taking up his entire face, and you knew then you should have just lied, because now his ego was bound to grow out of control. 

“It never is, hm? Then what do you want– what do you need to get off? Say the words, darling, and it’s yours.” 

Despite the delectable feeling of his hands working you into a frenzy, you wanted to smother him for taking so long. Was three days worth of stolen glances and a crippling case of blue balls not enough to push him into action? Of course not. Typical of him to still find a way to make you beg for what you knew he wanted more than anything. 

Your hands flew up to grip the belt loops on his painfully tight trousers, tugging his hips down so they were flush with the slick cloth separating your heat from him. “I need you– I need your cock inside of me, please Sebastian. My fingers just aren’t the same–” 

He silenced you with a particularly aggressive kiss, breathing heavily against your cheek as his teeth came to nibble at your bottom lip before he pulled away entirely to unfasten his belt. You’d never seen him move so quickly, his quidditch trousers coming to pool in a wrinkled heap against the stone floor, and then it was just his briefs in the way. They disappeared just as fast, his cock springing free and arching proud against the hair below his navel, and then Sebastian was scaling up the bed like a predator. 

When he kissed you again, he started to slide your soaked panties away, letting you kick them off when they got too low for him to follow. He placed his fingers against your overwhelmingly slick entrance, relishing in the needy gasp his featherlight touch pulled from you. 

You caved completely to Sebastian as he pushed a slender digit inside, working you open slowly as your spine curved off the mattress and you whined loud. Sebastian let himself bask in the sight of you for a moment despite his baser urges; you looked great spread for him like this, rocking down onto his finger as your hands fisted in the sheets beneath you, and when you cracked open your half-hooded eyes to gaze up at him, the tenderness in your expression tugged at something in his chest. 

Tentatively, Sebastian added a second finger, slowly pushing inside you and pausing briefly to give you a chance to adjust to the intrusion, but you were already writhing under him, feebly searching for something more. 

“Something the matter?” he purred the question, feeling rather smug when you narrowed your eyes at him. 

“N-Not to be ungrateful, but your fingers aren’t cutting it– ah!”

Sebastian had pulled his hand back and plunged his digits back in, crooking the tips of his fingers up in search of that magical spot that always reduced you to a moaning mess, and it didn’t take him long to find it. He knew your body better than you did. “Not cutting it, huh?” 

You shivered as he proceeded to rub the long appendages along your pulsing walls, seemingly focused on hitting your sweet spot every time, and Merlin, was he succeeding. The pleasure was undeniable, your stomach tensing and twitching as warmth rapidly pooled in your gut, and when the pad of Sebastian’s thumb came to roughly press against your clit, there was no stopping the keening sob that ripped from your mouth. It was glorious– absolutely everything you had been dreaming about all week– and you frantically clawed at the tops of Sebastian’s rounded shoulders in a silent plea. 

“Fuck, please Sebastian– I want you– I wanna come on your cock, I’m not gonna last long, please–” 

He was pulling his fingers out of you in a flash, those strong hands coming to grab at your hips and haul you down the bed so you were flush with his leaking member. The feeling of your slick rubbing against his shaft had him seeing stars, and when he aligned himself and finally pressed into your welcoming heat, his head tipped back as a groan slipped through his clenched teeth. 

“Merlin, you’re so fucking perfect– fuck–” 

It wasn’t a slow descent by any means, but it wasn’t fast either, and you were grateful seeing as it gave you the chance to really feel Sebastian’s cock fill you up. The blunt head reached so deep, way deeper than his fingers or your own, and your nerves lit on fire when he pulled back and rammed into you, his skin slapping against the shapely curve of your ass. Every sensation amplified the fire that had nearly crashed through you minutes earlier, and once he set a steady rhythm, you were writhing in earnest underneath him. 

“Shit,” you gasped after one especially rough thrust. “Fuck, fuck, Sebastian–”

“F-Feel good, darling?” Sebastian whispered, adjusting his grip on you so he could lean closer, and the new angle allowed him to shamelessly rut against you after each plunge of his cock, his own orgasm building quickly after three days of torturing himself without you. 

“Yes, fuck yes, s-so good– right there–” 

The sight of you moving harder against him, panting and keening and trembling, pulled filthy praises and moans alike from Sebastian’s lips. He didn’t think he’d ever wanted to cum so bad in his life– his pace had a mind of its own as he brainlessly thrusted into you, relishing in the feeling of you shaking and tightening around him before your nails were scraping deliciously down his back, and the sting had his cock twitching in a telling manner inside of you. 

“I’m gonna come darling, I’m– fuck–”

You beat him to it, his aggressive tempo sending you falling over the edge with a loud, drawn out cry of his name. Sebastian fucked you hard and fast through it, taking advantage of your pulsing heat to chase his own orgasm as he wound his fingers through your unruly hair and tugged hard enough to make your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

That did it.

Sebastian buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth biting at your collarbone as he whimpered your name over and over before his hips faltered and he was coming deep, and the sound of his moans coupled with the feeling of him filling you to the brim only served to push you higher. 

Completely spent, Sebastian let most of his weight fall on top of you as the ebbing waves of his orgasm coursed through him. 

“Holy fuck,” he heard you mutter from beneath him, and he cracked open a bleary eye to see you gazing contentedly at the ceiling. Removing his fingers from your hair to trail lightly over your cheek, you let him drag your face into a lazy, satisfied kiss, the lush scent of him filling your brain with mind numbing bliss. “Mm, missed you.” 

Sebastian’s voice was muffled against your lips when he spoke, “Never agreeing to something like that again. Quidditch can fuck right off– I don’t care.” 

Snickering quietly, you wrapped your arms around his sweaty back and tugged him sideways firmly so you could lay on top of him, careful of where the two of you were still connected. “And here I was going to say this was almost worth the wait.”

“Then you, my dear, are a sick and twisted masochist.” 

That got a real laugh out of you. “Hardly. When I think about it, it was nice seeing you in your uniform all sweaty for three days. Lots of dirty thoughts to fill in the gaps.” 

The awareness in his eyes came flooding back as he stared up at you wide-eyed, and you made a point to commit his gaping expression to memory. “You… wait, what?” 

You fought a smile as you shrugged nonchalantly, “You look good in a uniform. What else is there to say?” 

Following the bob of his throat as he swallowed, Sebastian’s voice sounded tight when he asked, “Do you want me to put it back on?” 

“Not now,” your fingers traced the sharp outline of his collarbones, gliding lower until they came to splay in the sparse collection of hair at the center of his hips. “I can think of a few other things I’d like to watch you do instead of strip all over again.” 

“Only a few?” 

“You’re incorrigible.” 

The rest of the night went by in a blur, with everyone celebrating Slytherin’s victory in the common room by drinking and dancing. All the while, you and Sebastian stayed sequestered in his dorm, intending on taking full advantage of the locked door before his roommates inevitably returned to soil the fun. You two would never need to know that Imelda stood guard at the bottom of the stairs, shooing away any meandering students to different wings of the foyer. It would be her own secret to keep. 

After all, she figured she kind of owed it to you for being such a good sport about the whole thing. 

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