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sleeby-anon · 21 days

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Lilith x Lucifer X Reader NSFW

AFAB gender-neutral reader.

Warnings: Uh boss/employee relationship, threesome, no protection, oral: giving and receiving, p in v sex, praising, Lots of smut, and if you don't like, don't read.

-*- Minors DNI -*-

If someone asked you if you could see yourself in a threesome between the rulers of hell–you probably would have responded similarly to: “Well I can imagine it but I don't realistically see that as a possibility for my future.”

This of course–would be an accurate response from you when you were alive.

After your death however?

You would have given a different answer.

-*-

Working as Lilith’s secretary was not the worst job you had ever gotten–and besides this job had genuine security and housing–something you grew to appreciate the longer you lived in hell.

Stapling papers and organizing files and appointments–it had much to be desired work-wise but you managed. Lilith was kind to you, and oddly more supportive than you would have expected a queen of hell to be. If she overheard you cursing the printer–a new one was in its place the next day. If you happened to yelp as you jammed your hip on a particularly sharp corner of your desk or a counter–the corner would be smoothed over in the hour–and a small salve on the corner of your desk you could have sworn was not there before.

If there was one thing you had learned to value since you died–was your life. And the free secure housing safe from the exterminations and territorial genocides was not something you were about to give up easily.

So you often pushed yourself to be the best secretary you could–which meant during those tea and lunch times when you were in attendance with her and her husband, you were often behind Lilith, sitting on a chair and taking notes of potential things your queen might have to reference back to later–galas invites–a potential meeting between Pride’s sovereign overlords, communications with heaven–anything that could need referencing on.

However–being behind Lilith meant getting a great view of the king of hell. And after so many tea times and luncheons–you could not deny that you definitely saw the appeal. You almost envied the way he looked at his wife–as if she were all of the stars in the sky–which was probably to be expected after nearly 10,000 years of marriage.

How they both did it–you had no idea. You were barely capable of a semi-consistent sleep schedule.

The small part of your mind that had once keened at the thought of your past lovers–it remained still and quiet for Lilith and Lucifer. You were simply fascinated by how they worked together. Just by watching the two of them–your past relationships felt weak and naive in comparison. This was the original couple–They had lived to see hypothetical empires rise and fall multiple times, on earth and in hell.

Some evenings as you were packing up your belongings, you would hang around for a few minutes afterwards just to see if Lucifer would stop by to visit his wife–Which he did on occasion–and if he visited at all–if you would glance upon that kind figurative glow that usually followed them when they were candid together.

While you did love watching them, hearing your queen’s light giggle as you walked away from her and to your room in the servants’ quarters of the palace, You hated how isolated it made you feel at your core. Often times the minute you closed your door you would sink to the floor, your hands on the back of your neck in an attempt to feel that kind of touch you had seen Lilith offer Lucifer earlier.

There wasn't much you could really do about the loneliness either. The kind of love they shared was not something you had found in your life or ever would find in your death–especially if you wanted security in your living situation.

Things were different the next day you arrived at work though.

First things first–the first person you saw that day was not Lilith as she went to her office–but Lucifer who was curious about his wife’s schedule for later that week–Some kind of surprise he said. You pulled the file up on your laptop and printed him off a copy of his wife’s schedule for this week and the following.

After he left–you watched him walk away rather giddily. Oh. If only you knew someone who would do something like that for you. You shoved the thought to the back of your mind and began sorting through today's mail.

More Gala and party invites from some of hell’s royal families–some mail that was sorted incorrectly and should have been sent to the financials department–by the time you had sorted all of that out and compiled a list of invites for Her Majesty to accept or deny–your phone rang, and your grabbed and answered instantly the minute you saw the caller ID.

“Yes, your Majesty?”

“Hello darling–I’m… feeling partially under the weather this morning and I’ll need you to reschedule my day today–and–” her breath hitched slightly. “Most of tomorrow morning.”

“Of– Of course.” You said earnestly, but internally you groaned. Rescheduling today and tomorrow morning was not going to be easy. Lilith liked to keep herself busy. “Anything else I can do for you? Tea perhaps?”

“That–” the sound of her voice cut temporarily. Curse your inability to get a half-decent phone service plan. Both Lilith and Lucifer refused vox tech brands in the palace. “-Wonderful.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in an hour or two.” You straightened, hung up, and winced as you looked at your overflowing emails. “Might be three,” you muttered to yourself.

-*-

By the time you had rescheduled her meetings and postponed budget approvals, along with scheduling a meeting for a very insistent sinner–one who was going on and on about how he needed to see her royal majesty at once–something about a personal dispute.

You sighed looking at your empty email, and looked back to your phone. You sighed and stod up before walking to that ancient tea set her majesty loved so much–You found one of her preferred herb blends and prepared a pot.

You muttered something under your breath regarding the brewing time and approached the royal bedroom before knocking softly–if Lilith was ill she was probably in bed asleep, and you wouldn’t want to wake her. There was nothing that could have prepared you for the sight in front of you.

Lilith was in fact in bed–and she was not alone.

Lilith was in a lounging half-laying down-half-sitting up position. Her legs were tightly wrapped around Lucifer’s face as he groaned into her–one of her hands tightly gripping his hair as he continued to feast on her like it was his last meal. Besides the very explicit scene in front of you–the one thing that truly made you blush was a small bead of sweat that was dripping down Lilith’s bare chest.

You were way too fucking queer for this.

You stepped back and shut the door–tea tray still in hand. You turned around and nearly dropped the tea set when you realized that someone had been standing behind you–and you felt the blood drain from your face when you realized who it was.

Lucifer was a fairly expressive individual. So when he was looking at you–his eyes dark–an eyebrow raised–his mouth set in a thin upward curve–you could not interpret that.

“Um–shit–Your majesty–I so so so sorry for intruding–I was told to bring tea–“

Lucifer held up a finger–cutting you off. He didn’t say anything–which felt oddly unlike him. Instead, he snapped his fingers and the tea set vanished from your hands.

He gave you one look that you knew too well–and you were thankful that he had vanished the tea set or you would have dropped it.

Lucifer pushed open the door with a little more force–alerting whoever was inside that someone was entering. You immediately attempted to scramble away but he quickly held onto your wrist.

The scene before you was the same–except Lilith was looking at the entrance with a grin and a glint in her eye–and Lucifer was still on the bed–except he tilted his head to the side and beckoned you to come closer. The Lucifer behind you walked closer, and the minute he was within arms reach of the other–the one on the bed snapped his fingers and the one behind you disappeared.

A clone. The one that had stopped you was a clone.

“Oh sweetheart look–It seems you may be so lucky after all.” Lilith cooed to her husband. She looked up at you delighted and you felt your legs tremble.

“I am so sorry–I’ll just go–I didn’t mean to interrupt–unless you needed me for something–” you babbled and then shut your mouth. You were desperately trying to make eye contact with Lilith and not look at the way her chest was right there–and how the way Lucifer was resting his head in between your lady’s legs–hiding his mouth so you wouldn’t be able to tell if he was still giving her oral.

“Oh I have no need of you at this time,” Lilith began waving a hand. “I do have a request of you that you are able to decline if you would indulge me.”

“Um. Okay?”

“Would you be willing to join me?”

“You?”

“Us,” she said softly tilting her head ever so slightly towards Lucifer.

“For what?” Maybe she was talking about a new luncheon she wanted you there for.

“For sex sweet thing.” She cooed, laughing a little. Her face was soft. “You are allowed to say no sweetheart, you are not expected to do anything you do not want to do.”

“I–um…” You started but could not make out the words. How the fuck do you answer this? Was this a test? “You both…want that?” You asked confused.

“Of course–Luci hasn't been able to stop thinking about you–” You turned to look at him, being very careful to only look at his eyes, which had the faintest of blush underneath them. “And me, well…I find you utterly fascinating.”

“I…” you started and couldn’t bring yourself to actually say anything. A million different thoughts were going through your head.

“You are allowed to say no,” Lucifer added, speaking up for the first time during the whole conversation. “There isn’t any pressure and you won't risk your job no matter what you decide.”

“I..” you felt like a broken record. Lilith however seemed to pick up on something in your expression.

“You are always so kind, sweet thing. so polite, so diligent. You work so hard and you’ve done so much, would you allow me to take care of you? Just for tonight?” She held out her hand.

You paused, considering her words and then, you let yourself nod and softly placed your hand in hers.

“There’s our good pet.” She murmured. “Look how well-behaved they are Luci~”

“Very obedient,” he added, Sitting up from his position from between his wife's legs, using a couple of fingers to press an unidentified fluid into his mouth, but instead of sucking on the fingers, a forked tongue slid around them, licking it up. “Always so obedient for us, and look my love-” he paused, grinning as he watched your face as you felt it heat up from watching that.. “So easily embarrassed.”

“Luci quit teasing.” She scolded lightly. She pulled you into her lap, and you tried not to think of the connotations of what you had just agreed to and the fact that the queen of hell's tits was practically pressing into your shoulder blades.

“I think…” She started, wrapping her arms around your waist, her voice in your ear, “We should get rid of this little shirt you have here hm?” She hummed. You blinked as you looked up at her. “How attached are you to it, sweetheart.” She cooed, her voice slightly darker than you remembered it sounding.

“Um…not very–” you started as you watched Lucifer start to crawl up to the both of you, he grinned something devious before he leaned down and grabbed the hem of your shirt with his teeth, still grinning up at you, before he ripped the whole thing in half. You gapped at him as you felt the rush of air against your bare chest.

“That’s better.” she cooed. She traced her manicured fingernails up and down your torso lightly just enough to give you chills up your spine and make your body tense up.

“They have such interesting reactions my love,” Lucifer murmured, lowering himself onto his elbows, looking up at you through his eyelids, the glow of his eyes unrelenting. “You should see the way they tremble from just the barest of your touches.”

“Do you like being touched sweet pet?” Lilith cooed, tracing the outline of your chest and then back down to your torso her hands getting closer to your lower stomach before tracing back up again. Lucifer had begun tracing lazy circles on your hip.

“Mm hm–” you started but gasped as you felt her breath in her ear.

“Tell me where you would like it most.” her voice was a murmur.

You squirmed instead, the discomfort of voicing what you wanted slightly unnerving.

Her touches paused then, and Lucifer’s touch also paused, practically in sync with each other.

“L-lower.” you mustered out and exhaled in relief when the moving touches resumed, this time tracing slightly lower to your core which was utterly burning with heat and need.

“Good pet.” Lucifer hummed and then looked to Lilith. “I think they need more my love.”

“I agree.” She added. You could hear the smile in her voice. “So my sweet thing? Do you still want this?”

“Well–” you managed. “You already ripped my shirt off, so…please?” You could feel her lips pressing into where your neck meets your shoulder–a soft reward, although you suspected she would have done so regardless.

“So polite our sweet thing,” she murmured. Your mind felt far away at the praise. “Now I think there is one question left to ask sweetheart, would you like us to remove those pesky trousers you are wearing, or would you like to do it yourself?”

“I–um” you started but by accidentally making eye contact with Lucifer, you felt whatever question she had asked poof out of your head. “...I can’t think properly right now,” you said, your voice already feeling far away.

Lucifer’s grin was wolfish.

“Oh already?” Lilith murmured, her voice light in surprise. “How about this then pretty thing, you tell us when you don't like something okay? Can you do that for me?”

You felt yourself nod.

“Good pet.” she hummed, and you felt her nod, to which Lucifer pulled your hips up and half-ripped whatever clothing you had left on your body off. The air against your body was not unwelcome–you were starting to wonder if the heat you were feeling was about to consume you alive.

“Oh, my love..” Lucifer murmured, staring at your exposed core, his eyes darkening. “May I?”

The question felt directed at both of you. You trembled a little and Lilith murmured something into your ear. “Whatever you don't like you tell us yes? I want this to be enjoyable for you.” you nodded and you felt her curt nod towards Lucifer over your shoulder.

At first, you felt his claws gently pressing against you, right around where you needed it most. You whined at him to quit it. He chuckled. Then a soft swipe up your folds made you press back into her majesty in surprise.

“Don't worry sweet pet–he knows what he's doing. He quite enjoys it. Just relax my dear.” you bit your lip and reached up to gently hold Lilith’s hand, the one that was pressed against your hip. She hmmed into your ear and gently wrapped her hand around yours.

A soft touch on the outside of your folds this time, tracing downwards. You squirmed.

“Luci, the poor thing is desperate. Quit teasing.”

“You know exactly how long I’ve been craving this.” Lucifer protested. “Let me take my time.”

“Honey, they clearly aren't used to being given this much affection, We will have to acclimate them slowly.”

“Fine.” he pouted but you sensed no real malice in his words. Unfortunately, the feeling of something strong and wet pressing against your folds had you tensing. It traced up, down, and around your labia before sliding in between them and putting much-needed attention to your clit.

“Fuck–” you gasped and squeezed Lilith's hand in surprise. She gave a soft laugh before squeezing your hand back, using her other hand to touch your chest with a softness you had not known yet.

Lucifer was continuing to give you oral like his life depended on it. He swirled his tongue around your clit and pressed his tongue close to your vagina, which was already soaked. He looked up at you and raised an eyebrow before continuing at his own pace.

“I–fuck, I’m close please, I–” You whimpered, turning away towards Lilith.

“No sweetheart, watch him.” She said and redirected your face towards Lucifer, who Looked up at you with hooded glowing eyes. You whimpered a little before your orgasm took you over.

You shuddered and moaned, holding onto Lilith's hand and gripping it tightly. She just cooed into your ear, the praise only further igniting your arousal.

“There's our good pet. Oh so good, you did so well for us dear,” she murmured.

“My love,” Lucifer started as he pulled away from your core for a moment. “They are absolutely divine.” He made a point of grinning up at you–those sharp teeth not helping you remain composed at all.

“Hmm? Oh, I believe it. I do think I’d like to try something though.” Lucifer sat up waiting for further directions, and you almost exhaled in relief–from how vigorously he had been feasting on you earlier–if Lilith hadn't intervened he likely would have continued.

You felt the queen of hell lean back a bit and you turned towards her, confused.

“On your stomach dear.” She said while tapping her thigh. You flipped yourself over, the remains of your torn clothes no longer against you, you were now completely exposed, your head tilted to rest on her thigh. It was only when you were completely on your stomach that you remembered that Lilith was also completely naked. You looked up at her and forced yourself to actually look at her breasts, now completely unavoidable in order to make eye contact.

She cooed at you, finally looking at you head-on for the first time in the entire interaction.

“Oh, you are so far away aren't you sweetheart.” She murmured, and you nodded, not quite sure what you were agreeing to but if it was coming out of her mouth it must be good.

She just smiled.

“You know pet,” she started, “ I don't think it's entirely fair that you are the only one being pleasured this evening.” You watched her, unsure of what she was proposing. “Would you perhaps try to please me this evening? I’m sure while you are so agreeable…” She traced a finger down your cheek. “...I think you'll enjoy it.”

Oh. well if Lilith said you would enjoy it, then there was nothing to worry about.

You nodded, and for a moment forgot that Lucifer was still there.

You felt your hips being grabbed lightly and then your ass was in the air, legs spread slightly.

“Luci,” Lilith said sternly. It was a warning. You heard a huff from behind you.

“Please my love–they just tasted so good and you know how much better–”

“Not tonight my love.” She said, “How about you try fucking them instead? I’m sure they might find that enjoyable.” She added, redirecting.

“Could it happen one night maybe?”

“If they still want it, then yes.”

He hummed in what sounded like approval, and you gasped as you felt a finger slide through your labia and down to your very neglected hole.

“Darling,” He said quietly. “They are still so wet.” His voice marveled.

“Are they?” She looked down at you and traced a few more fingers across your cheek. “You are easily the best pet we’ve had in a while–I’m going to enjoy you my sweet thing.”

You just blinked up at her, and she smiled.

“Whenever you are ready dear.” She said softly. You nodded, and removed your head from her thigh, moving yourself to right in between her legs, then allowed yourself to finally look at her.

You looked at her, she was wet too, glistening in the soft light, and you wondered how much of the moisture was from her own arousal or from Lucifer earlier. You leaned forward and licked a stripe up to her clit, before pressing your tongue against it.

You immediately felt hands in your hair, and hands on your hips, as something pressed into you. You felt your whole body tense at the intrusion, and you gasped from right in between Lilith’s legs. The feeling of what you assumed Lucifer’s dick to be while wasn't unwelcome–your core had been aching for a hot minute now–it was rather sudden.

“I know, it's a bit to get used to. Tap my leg when you are ready for him to move.” You heard above you, and a soft hand in your hair, carding through each strand.

You blinked your eyes in acknowledgment, and you heard a groan from above you.

“My love–They feel so–good–and I thought they just tasted divine–”

“Oh, I’m sure Luci. Describe it for me.”

“It's warm and tight, and fuck–” The grip on your hips tightened as you felt his dick twitch inside of you. “--and so wet.” You involuntarily tightened at the description of it and you heard a hiss from above you.

“Careful pretty thing, If you keep doing that I’m not going to last very long.” His warning only stroked your ego. You took a deep breath and allowed yourself to press your lips to Lilith’s inner thigh.

“They are so sweet, look at them~” Lilith murmured, and you could feel Lucifer’s thumb giving soft strokes to your hip in agreement.

After a few more minutes, you tapped Lilith’s leg, the discomfort had turned into annoyance and desperation, and you slowly began feeling Lucifer’s thrusts into you. You sighed, there was the pleasure you had been needing. You then looked back to Lilith’s core, still needy and possibly wetter than you had previously left her.

You looked up to her, watching her eyes soften and darken at the same time, and then pressed your mouth against her folds.

You weren’t too sure what you were doing to be honest, but the way her hands gripped your hair, and her breathing became uneven you had to assume you were doing well.

Your own orgasm was building back up again, and your own moans and whimpers were mixing with Lilith's. You clenched your fist around the sheets and you were thankful that one of them caught it.

“Luci–they’re close.”

“Fuck—S-same–”

“I’m close pet,” Lilith warned. “Once I’ve finished–then you may.” Her voice was a bit breathless, and you took that as a good sign, you began focusing your sole attention on her clit, swirling your tongue around it and then sucking.

The hands in your hair tightened, and you looked up to her royal highness, whose normally very regal composure looked ethereal. When she eye contact with you, however, her half-lidded eyes widened, and her face became more flushed. She parted her lips to release one final gasp before you felt her thighs tense, and you continued pleasing her throughout her orgasm.

“They’ve earned it–Luci, such a sweet thing, so good for us, so perfect–” She trailed off into a gasping sigh of delight.

Your own orgasm crashed into you, as Lucifer hit that one cluster of nerves you hadn’t realized he had been purposefully avoiding. You broke away from Lilith, just in time to gasp from the feeling, drool dripping out of your mouth.

Lucifer didn’t last much longer, and with a final thrust, pushed himself all the way into you, and you could feel the throbbing of his cock while it ejaculated into you, filling you completely.

You laid your head onto Lilith’s stomach and tried to focus on your breathing. The room was somewhat spinning and you weren't sure what the cause of that was.

A hand on your head grounded you a little, and the exhaustion of the events began to settle into you. Your back and thighs ached like a bitch though. The feeling of fullness inside of you retreated, leaving you feeling rather empty. You whimpered in protest.

“Oh, it's okay sweetheart, it's okay, maybe for another time.” Lilith's voice said from above you. For now, we need to make sure that we didn't break you completely.”

You felt some hands pressing into your sides, and you turned over, Your head still in Lilith’s lap. You looked up at her, and she smiled back down at you, running a hand through your hair.

“Good pet,” she murmured. You looked at your side and saw Lucifer curling up on Lilith’s side, adding his hand to your hair, and another to wrap around his wife, who pressed her lips to his head.

“They really were fantastic my love.” He said in a similarly soft tone.

You blinked and tried to avoid thinking about just how messy this was going to get. Relationship-wise, work-wise–and everything else. But for now,

“Could I stay here for a bit?” You asked, your voice a little drier than you remembered. You might have been more vocal than you initially realized.

“Of course sweetheart,” Lilith said immediately. Her tone was almost sad you even considered the alternative. “I wouldn't expect you to be able to walk for another hour at least knowing him.”

“I’d say two,” Lucifer added. “I…may have gotten a bit carried away.” Lilith gave him a disapproving look that held no real malice.

“My love if you had tasted and felt them–you would have gotten carried away too.”

“I’m sure I would.” She said sighing and running her fingers through your hair some more. It felt nice, and your eyes drooped. The exhaustion was setting in and you couldn’t be bothered to keep your eyes as open as before. All you could think about as you fell asleep on the queen of hell’s lap was that maybe this job had more perks than you originally thought.

-*-

Lilith continued carding her hand through her new favorite little secretary’s hair. The poor thing had fallen asleep and they looked so cute when curled up like this. Her husband nuzzled his head into her chest and looked down at the sinner and then back to his wife.

“...So…What I’m hearing is we need to start scheduling sick days?” he asked innocently.

“I think we might have to.” She replied smiling softly.

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shadowtriovibes · 11 months

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i think i'm gonna love you (for a long, long time)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Word Count: 3.2k

Rating: E

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, explicit sexual content, oral sex, unsafe PIV sex, enemies to lovers, rivals with benefits, love confessions, slightly sentient Room of Requirement

Summary: request: "what if seb and reader have been academic rivals since they’ve started hogwarts, are basically enemies, and seemingly can’t stand each other. meanwhile everyone knows of their rivalry, BUT what they don’t know is that the two take their aggression out on each other by sleeping together … and maybe seb eventually admits his feelings when someone tries to flirt/sleep with reader and seb gets pissy and jealous…"

But not even three days had gone by before you were at it again – this time with Sebastian lifting you onto an unused potions stand and burying his face between your thighs. Afterward you heard yourself saying filthily enticing nonsense to Sebastian to coax him into pressing inside you, fucking you so hard that a whole stack of empty cauldrons next to you tipped over – and even then you didn’t stop. You have not and will not talk about it. "Take out your wand," you growl. "Take off your clothes," he counters.

To this day, neither you nor Sallow will admit which one of you found the Room of Requirement first.

If you ask him, he’ll swear up and down that he found it first. As his story goes, he’d been wandering the Astronomy Tower in a frenzy, pacing back and forth in front of that batty tapestry with the dancing trolls and thinking that he desperately needed somewhere where he could grow magical plants with the same kinds of results he would get back home in Feldcroft.

Sebastian isn’t exactly a green thumb, but he’s nevertheless determined to excel in Herbology, just like he does in all his classes. Magical plants are overflowing with life and therefore especially challenging to someone like Sebastian, who firmly believes that he can track down a book that will help him solve just about anything. But to succeed in Herbology, he needed planters, and good soil, and most of all a consistent climate like the temperate hamlet in which he grew up.

Then the Room of Requirement appeared, offering a spacious greenhouse-like room full of empty planters, limitless fertilizer and a shelf full of books on Herbology.

You, on the other hand, contend that he’s utterly full of it.

You had obviously found the Room of Requirement first because Professor Sharp had specifically mentioned its existence to you. (Of course, it was an attempt to stop you from lingering in his potions classroom at all hours trying to improve your brewing skills.)

When you had entered, you were greeted by an array of squeaky-clean cauldrons, a dozen potions stations, shelves of exotic ingredients in glass jars – even a hopping pot!

Neither of you had known that the other was aware of the Room’s existence until one late autumn evening in your sixth year when you’d both arrived at the same time to do some after-hours studying.

To say that you and Sallow had a complicated relationship is a severe understatement. Academic rivals, occasional friends, frequent adversaries… no one really knew where the two of you stood on any given day. By your sixth year, you both were competing to be at the top of your class and your friendship was extremely tenuous at best. The stress of your upcoming N.E.W.T. exams was tangible, and while neither of you said anything to the other, both of you felt overwhelmed – and you needed that Room.

You’d nearly dueled for it right there in the hallway, but then the door to the Room quickly appeared and inside you’d discovered that it had efficiently rearranged itself to suit both your needs.

You made a pact that the east wing full of bubbling potions and self-cleaning cauldrons was to be your domain, and the west wing’s long rows of planters bursting with plant life would be Sebastian’s. For the rest of the year, you’d simply tried to avoid each other as much as possible.

—

“You’re a right foul prick, you know that?” you tell Sebastian as the door to the Room slams shut behind you.

“What is it this time?” he asks lazily, trimming a few leaves off of a dittany plant without sparing you a glance.

“You cheated today at Crossed Wands,” you insist.

You shrug off your robes and drop your school bag to the floor, leaving your belongings in a messy heap feet from the Room’s entrance. As soon as Sebastian hears your bag hit the ground, he sets down his shears.

“You’ve finally gone mad,” he says simply. “That’s what this is about, isn’t it?”

“You cheated,” you repeat. “Even Lucan thinks using Diffindo was a step too far.”

“I missed, didn’t I?” he reminds you as he turns around. “Though judging by the state of you, that’s hard to believe.”

Admittedly, you are quite disheveled. You’d practically sprinted up the stairs of the Astronomy Tower to give Sebastian a piece of your mind, and now you’re red-faced, a bit sweaty and your hair is a wild mess.

“I have half a mind to hex you right here, right now,” you seethe.

Sebastian rakes his gaze down your body and smirks.

“Did you come all this way just for a rematch?” he asks, his voice low.

That’s all it takes for the energy in the room to shift wildly.

You are not proud of this, but ever since the beginning of your seventh year, you and Sebastian have been sleeping together. It’s just a ridiculous amount of sex, really.

You can’t even remember how it started. You just remember that one day, the two of you were standing in the middle of your shared Room arguing ferociously about whether you could help yourself to some of the lacewing flies flitting around Sebastian’s Mallowsweet bushes.

The next thing you knew, your back was against a bookshelf and your arms were wrapped around Sebastian’s neck while he kissed you breathless. Moments later, your skirt was pushed up around your waist and he was pressing two fingers inside you and it was bloody brilliant.

After he’d deftly gotten you off and you’d returned the favor with your mouth, you quickly sprung apart and didn’t say a word to each other.

You have not and will not talk about it.

“Take out your wand,” you growl.

“Take off your clothes,” he counters.

Your hands twitch at your sides as you consider your options. Wand or skirt? Vengeance, or satisfaction?

Sebastian looks entirely too satisfied with himself when you mumble a curse under your breath and reach behind you for the clasp of your skirt.

He quickly unbuttons his own shirt while you step out of your shoes and roll down your stockings. Lately whenever the two of you strip off your clothes, it turns into an unspoken race that Sebastian wins almost every time, though you insist it’s only because he doesn’t have to wear corsets.

At least he’s not too much of a prick to make you take off the offending garment yourself, even if it’s mostly an excuse to get his hands on your body as soon as he can.

Sebastian is still wrestling with the last hook on your corset when a door appears in the middle of the back wall of the Room, creaking open with absolutely no subtlety.

(You had both been horrifically embarrassed the first time the Room had offered you a bedroom, but since then you’ve grown to appreciate it.)

Sebastian roughly marches you inside and pushes you down on the bed. You snap at him to watch it, not so hard up for him that you won’t go and get your wand.

He simply raises an eyebrow at you like he doesn’t believe you and joins you on the bed, turning you over onto your stomach.

“I’m not a dog, Sallow,” you protest.

“Let me get a look at you first,” he explains. “Got you in the back at Cross Wands, I just want to check that it’s closed up.”

You fall silent at that. Rather than firing off a witty retort about how it’s so typical that he’d cast a spell at you with your back turned, you reach for a pillow and wad it up under your head, letting him trace his fingertips over a sensitive, freshly-healed burn wound on your shoulder blade.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright on your back?” he asks quietly.

“Yes,” you answer, just as softly. “Poppy put some salve on it for me, it’s fine.”

“Good,” he murmurs.

Before he lets you turn around, he presses a soft kiss over the wound. It’s unsettling at first. It feels sweet, apologetic – possibly even claiming. Those are not words you associate with Sebastian Sallow of all people, who is brash and unrepentant and certainly not dependable.

(These are all things you remind yourself daily to try to stop being so stupidly, foolishly in love with him.)

Then it’s over, and he’s got you on your back with his hands on your tits while he’s determinedly tonguing at your clit, stubbornly set on making you come with just his mouth as if to prove that he can.

—

You’re in an especially foul mood several weeks later when Leander pulls you aside after Charms class.

“Can I help you?” you ask annoyedly.

Your patience for Prewett has gone down significantly since you were younger. As a spoiled young man about to enter the wizarding world, he’s become haughty and pretentious and remains not particularly talented.

He’s nothing like Sebastian, your lovesick brain tells you, which makes you sincerely sick of yourself as well.

“Perhaps you can,” he says teasingly. “I was thinking about going down to Hogsmeade this weekend and I wanted to invite you to join me.”

“I don’t have time, I need to study,” you tell him, trying to beg off.

“You do seem particularly aggrieved today,” Leander points out. “Why don’t you let me take you to the Three Broomsticks for a Butterbeer?”

“Leander, I’m just not interested,” you insist, moving to duck around him.

“Quit being ridiculous, we’ve been playing this little game for far too long,” he says arrogantly, reaching for your hand to stop you from walking off.

Before he can touch you, a fiery spell arcs through the air and lands squarely on Leander’s palm. He yelps in pain as he pulls back his hand, cradling it to his chest.

“What the bloody hell was that?!” he demands. “Did you do that?”

“I did, Prewett,” you hear Sebastian’s voice say.

You glance behind you and notice that he’s leaning far too casually against the wall outside of class, lazily spinning his wand in his fingers.

“You seem to have a really hard time understanding the word ‘no,’” Sebastian observes. “That thick-headedness, is that something all Gryffindors have, or is it just you?”

As a Gryffindor yourself, you shoot him a look.

“Bugger off, Sallow,” Leander replies. “This is none of your business, you prat.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong,” Sebastian says, his voice formidably even. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, that’s very much my business.”

“Since when do you give a damn about her?” Leander challenges. “You two hate each other, everyone knows that.”

“We don’t,” you mumble. “Sebastian, he just – we’re competitive, that’s all. But we’re friends.”

“‘Competitive?’ He’s nowhere near your level,” Leander sneers.

Sebastian scoffs, and you brace for him to go on and on about his many accomplishments – all earned, of course – but instead he says, “Obviously, Prewett, as there’s no one in this entire school who’s good enough for her, myself included. But you don’t have to try so damn hard to fall to the bottom of the list.”

Good enough?

You blink, stunned. Leander looks bewildered as well, but then he demands, “Is that what this is about? You’re in love with her?”

“What?” you laugh. “Of course he’s not.”

“Of course I am,” Sebastian says easily. “Hopelessly, in fact.”

You must have fallen and smacked your head off the statue outside of class when Leander tried to grab you, you think. That’s the only way any of this makes any sense.

“You’re pathetic,” Leander guffaws. “Merlin, Sallow, I actually feel bad for you!”

Again, you brace yourself for Sebastian to throw a litany of devastating curses toward Leander, but instead he simply shrugs and tucks his wand away.

“Go right ahead, mate,” he says, reaching for your hand.

Mindlessly you let him take it, lacing his fingers with yours while Leander just gapes. Without another word, Sebastian leads you toward the stairs up to the Astronomy Tower, the small crowd of students who’d gathered to watch the whole debacle swiftly parting for him.

“Sebastian,” you hiss. “What were you thinking back there?”

“Evidently I wasn’t,” he says under his breath.

“You have to apologize to Leander, and tell him you were just joking,” you say anxiously, fretting the whole way up the stairs. “He’s going to tell the entire school otherwise, and they’re all going to believe that you–”

“That I’m in love with you?” he cuts you off. “Good.”

“Good?!” you sputter. “But it’s not true!”

Sebastian comes to an abrupt stop feet from the room to the Door, a dumbstruck look on his face. “What do you mean?”

“You aren’t in love with me,” you say deliberately, as if you’re trying to communicate with someone who’s been concussed by a Bludger. “You don’t even like me, you can barely stand me.”

He’s wordlessly watching you pace and rant at him, his expression drawing tighter.

“It’s different in the Room, that’s not – that’s just physical,” you insist. “I understand that, Sebastian.”

“That’s what you want?” he asks, his voice sounding rougher than usual. “Just meaningless sex?”

“That’s what it’s always been, hasn’t it?” you ask desperately.

You feel like you’re going a bit mad. You never talk, you just strip each other bare and cling to each other unrelentingly like anchors while you get each other off, you thought that that’s all you could ever expect from him.

“Not for me,” Sebastian says bitterly. “Not for a while.”

“You… you never told me,” you breathe, your fingers twitching at your sides as though your hands have to reach out for him.

“I was scared!” he shouts. “I knew you didn’t feel the same way and I didn’t want to stop, I couldn’t stop, so I didn’t tell you.”

Merlin, you’re both so damn stupid, you realize.

“But you’re wrong,” you tell him, still tensed up like you’re both about to draw wands at each other. “Sebastian, I’ve been in love with you for ages.”

Before either of you says another word, the door to the Room of Requirement swings open unprompted, and you become keenly aware of the sound of fourth-year students stomping up the stairs to their Astronomy lesson.

“Inside,” he murmurs, and the two of you quickly duck into your Room.

Sebastian reaches for you as soon as the door melts away. But this time instead of tugging off your tie or fumbling with the waistband of your skirt, he simply holds you against his chest, nose buried in your hair.

“Say it again,” he pleads.

“I love you,” you confess, lips pressed to the hollow of this throat. “I’m mad for you, Sebastian.”

“I need you,” he growls as his hands slide down from your back to your ass, easily sliding underneath your skirt. “I need you like this.”

He pulls you into a desperate kiss, and you can’t help but smile against each others’ lips when you hear that bedroom door creak open.

He marches you inside just like he had before, but this time you appreciate that his hands are gentle on your body as he maneuvers you toward the bed. You step out of your skirt and stockings and let him take off the rest, helping himself to slow, lazy kisses in between pulling garments off of you.

“Sebastian,” you eventually whine. “Hurry up.”

“Merlin, you’re still the same as before,” he laughs delightedly. “I’ll never catch a break with you, will I?”

“Never,” you grin.

Sebastian divests you of your corset and you lie down on the bed to watch him take off his own uniform. You’ve known him for so many years now, but in the past year, you’ve closely watched him grow from a boy into a man – solid, broad and deceptively tall.

“Come here,” you whisper, and he practically throws himself onto the bed.

“Can I ask you something?” he whispers against your jaw.

“Anything,” you breathe.

He pauses for a beat before murmuring, “Do you think it will be different now? Since we love each other?”

You pause to consider, but then you tell him, “I don’t think so, no.”

“Why’s that?” he asks curiously.

“Because we’ve been in love with each other this whole time,” you tell him softly. “So it’s not that different, really.”

Sebastian makes a heartbreakingly fond sound before he starts kissing down your body, single-minded in his quest to pleasure you.

You lose track of time while he’s licking you open, deliriously babbling words of praise and pleas for more until you realize you’ve both certainly missed your last class of the day. You don’t think you or Sebastian has ever missed a class, certainly not since your O.W.L.s, and now here you are with your legs spread and your love’s tongue on your clit and you can’t even remember what class you just missed.

He makes you come twice before he entertains the idea of letting you catch your breath, but he doesn’t give you much time to recover before he’s throwing your legs over his shoulders and sinking inside you, his brow furrowed and his mouth hanging open.

“Bastian,” you whine. “Please.”

He’s perhaps a touch too gentle with you at first, romanticizing your first time together as actual lovers rather than rivals letting off some steam.

But by now you’ve done sinful things in this bed more times than you can count, and you need the Sebastian who routinely whispers pure filth in your ear until you’re trembling on the edge of your climax – and he’s happy to deliver.

You’re nearly bent in half by the time he spills inside you, softly groaning your name. You slide a hand down your body to rub your clit and make yourself come one last time, desperate to reach your peak with him still inside you.

“Let me,” he grunts, nudging your hand away so he can finish you himself.

You’re completely spent by the time Sebastian pulls out of you and collapses next to you in bed. He tugs you against his chest and nudges a leg between yours, and that’s the first thing you notice that’s different than before.

You get to stay with him.

Despite knowing full well that you’ll surely miss dinner if you fall asleep, you both quickly drift off curled around each other, soaking in the peace and quiet of your Room.

—

The next morning, you and Sebastian wake up in a very different Room than the one you’ve occupied for the past two years.

Instead of a strict divide between your space and Sebastian’s, your bubbling cauldrons and bursting planters are tucked up together in thoughtful pairs — dittany next to the Wiggenweld cauldrons, knotgrass by your simmering Invisibility potions and so on.

“This is brilliant,” Sebastian observes after you get redressed and pace the length of the room together. “Why didn’t we do this earlier?”

You shoot him a withering look. “You know precisely why, Sallow.”

He laughs brightly and bumps his shoulder against yours.

“Regardless, good luck separating them now,” he murmurs. “What’s mine is yours, love.”

“What’s mine is yours,” you agree, a content smile on your lips.

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