My Ao3 —— Daydreamer and writer Sanity is overrated anyway ——— Slightly obsessed with Hogwarts Legacy. Just slightly. I’m fine. Totally fine. —— Bitter and sarcastic on the outside, marshmallow on the inside
Well, hi. I'm Hazel, a florist with a great deal of social anxiety and a huge fear of spiders, which is great when you work in a shop full of people and plants.
I spend most of my free time reading, writing, gaming and daydreaming. And watching way too many movies and tv series. And listen to all sorts of music.
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Oh, and in case it's not obvious, this is a NSFW blog...
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I love both Sebastian and Ominis so you'll find them both in my fics!
Self-Control nsfw
aka the one where possessive Omi curses a muggle and you need to teach him a lesson. The method? Not granting him release until he proves he can control his actions.
Tags: Dark!Ominis, possessive, obsessive, shameless smut, teasing, edging, sexual tension, your pov, oneshot
Words: 13,000
Status: Completed
Piercing Pain nsfw
aka the one where Sebastian loses a bet and gets his dick pierced.
Tags: Comedy, shameless smut, frenemies to lovers, smut with feelings, threesome, dp, handjob, blowjob, sebinis, your pov, Seb’s pov, Omi’s pov
Words: 19,200
Status: Completed. For now at least ;)
The Unintended Xmas Gift nsfw
aka the one where you unknowingly give the boys a little show. And you get to choose your own ending!
Story summary: Sebastian and Ominis sneak into your dorm to get inspiration for their Christmas gifts, but end up witnessing something very unexpected instead…
You get to choose your own ending — Sebastian or Ominis?
It was Christmas break at Hogwarts, and only a handful of students remained in the castle. Among them were Sebastian, Ominis, and the girl who had, by now, settled into their trio like she’d always belonged.
The three had spent last Christmas at school as well, having nowhere else to go. It had been a lovely holiday — much like this one — filled with snowball fights and hot chocolate by the common room fireplace. Though this year, the hot chocolate was often spiked with a splash of firewhisky Sebastian had smuggled in after their last trip to Hogsmeade.
Now, with only two days to go until Christmas, the boys still hadn’t figured out what to get her.
She was a master of gift-giving, and Sebastian refused to be outdone this time.
He didn’t want a repeat of last year — not after she’d gifted him a beautiful first-edition spell book focused solely on fire magic, while he’d only managed to get her chocolates and a sugar quill.
She’d been happy and grateful, of course… but he’d still felt embarrassed.
At least Ominis had done better. He’d given her a sparkling silver bracelet, adorned with a delicate green snake charm. She had squealed with delight.
In return, she’d given Ominis a warm, fluffy blanket — a perfect gift, considering how often he complained about how cold the Slytherin common room was. Slightly abashed, she’d explained that she thought he might like the fuzzy texture, since he was often found petting — and carrying — the castle’s wandering cats.
Sebastian had burst out laughing — only she would come up with reasoning like that.
But Ominis had been stunned by her thoughtfulness.
She’d been right — he loved the texture. Every evening since, he could be found dragging his fingers through the soft fabric, smiling quietly to himself. It soothed him.
Now, however, the boys had a problem.
They had no idea what to get her this year — and had already stayed up half the night trying to come up with something.
That was when Sebastian had come up with the brilliant idea of sneaking into her room to see what she’d gotten them — just to match the effort, of course.
So at lunch the following day, he tells her that he and Ominis are heading into Hogsmeade — and that she’s not allowed to come.
She just smiles, amused by his lack of subtlety, and says she needs to catch up on some History of Magic homework anyway.
They say their goodbyes, and while she heads for the library, the boys slip quietly toward the dungeons.
“Wait—what if her roommate’s in there?” Ominis asks anxiously as they reach the girls’ dormitories.
Sebastian sighs, already impatient.
“She left yesterday. I saw her dad pick her up. Would you just relax?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m just not used to sneaking into places I’m not supposed to be. Unlike you.”
“It’ll be fine. Come on,” Sebastian says, already pushing the door open.
“Don’t know why I’m even here. It’s not like I can help you look.”
“Moral support,” Sebastian grins.
“There is nothing moral about this,” Ominis mutters flatly.
“Just give me five minutes,” Sebastian says. “It’s not like she would’ve hidden them.”
“Of course not,” Ominis snaps. “Because we’re not supposed to be in here.”
Sebastian has barely started rummaging when they both hear footsteps approaching.
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This is where you can choose to read the Ominis version or the Sebastian version. You find them both below. If you read both, please let me know which one you liked best.
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Ominis
“Quick, hide!” Sebastian whispers.
Ominis hears him cast a Disillusionment Charm and does the same—just as she walks in, closing the door behind her and trapping them both inside.
Unfortunately for the boys, Madam Scribner had locked up the library this Christmas — apparently after learning Sebastian would be staying at the castle again.
Something about a suspicious number of books disappearing from the Restricted Section last year…
She goes to grab her History of Magic book and flops down on the bed, completely unaware of her unexpected audience. Opening the book to the right chapter, she begins to read.
Sebastian stands frozen at the foot of her bed, not daring to move a muscle.
He glances toward where he knows Ominis is standing, silently begging him not to knock over the tall stack of books teetering on the bureau beside him.
Ominis is rooted to the spot, heart pounding so loudly he’s sure she must hear it. He mentally curses himself for once again following Sebastian into one of his brilliant ideas.
A few minutes pass, and Sebastian is getting restless, but there’s no way out now without giving themselves away.
“Merlin, this is boring,” she sighs, tossing the book aside.
She stretches, arms above her head, her dress riding up her thighs just enough to reveal the lace edge of her stockings.
Sebastian grins to himself.
Maybe being stuck in here isn’t so bad after all.
She lowers her arms again, dragging her hands slowly over her chest and down the curve of her waist.
Then, almost lazily, one hand comes back up to her breast — kneading softly through the fabric of her dress.
Sebastian’s eyebrows shoot up.
Oh, it is definitely not so bad being stuck here.
For a brief second, he feels sorry for Ominis — poor guy has no idea what’s going on — but the thought vanishes the moment she reaches for the hem of her dress.
His jaw drops as she wiggles out of her underwear… right in front of him.
Then her hand returns to her breast, while the other slips between her thighs.
Her fingers start to move in slow, deliberate strokes — her breathing growing heavier.
A soft “mmm” escapes her lips.
Ominis’s mind blanks.
Was that…? Is she…?
And then he remembers Sebastian. And that his eyes work perfectly fine.
Oh no.
Heat blooms in his face.
His throat tightens.
He wants to disappear into the floor, or anything but stand here frozen in place while she… while she does that. Unaware of them.
He may not be able to see her, but now his mind is filling in the blanks with terrifying, wonderful detail.
She parts her legs further, dips her fingers inside.
“Oh…” she breathes, barely audible. Her thumb circles over her clit with practiced ease.
Sebastian is holding his breath now, heart racing, pupils blown wide.
He can’t tear his eyes away — not from the way she moves, not from the soft sounds escaping her lips.
He knows he should look away.
He doesn’t.
She begins to rock her hips, soft and steady, meeting the movement of her hand. Her fingers glide effortlessly, slick with her own arousal.
Wet sounds fill the air, impossibly loud in the quiet dorm room.
“Ohh…” she moans, her voice low and trembling.
Ominis feels like he might pass out. This can’t be happening.
He reaches out to steady himself against the bureau—
—and brushes against something.
A loud crash follows. Ominis freezes.
So does Sebastian.
She startles, looking straight toward the noise — right where Ominis is standing.
Sebastian doesn’t breathe. Doesn’t blink.
His heart is hammering in his throat.
Those damn books!
He silently begs her not to see. Not to know. Not to scream.
But after a long, unbearable pause… she relaxes.
Her eyes drift back down. Her breathing slows. And then — unbelievably — her hand slides back down.
It doesn’t take long before her breath grows deeper again, and another moan slips from her lips. This time with a name…
“…Ominis…” she breathes, barely audible.
Sebastian’s eyes widen — pure shock, and even purer delight.
This is too good to be true.
Ominis’s mind blanks. Everything else vanishes.
Did she just… did she actually…?
Her breath catches. Her spine arches.
And then—
“Ominis—! Yes! Ah—!”
Her eyelids flutter as she comes undone, right there in front of Sebastian’s wide, stunned eyes.
He watches her, completely mesmerised, as her body slowly settles.
Her hand stills. Her breath begins to even out.
A moment passes.
Then she sits up, legs closing, and lets out a long, shaky exhale.
She brushes her hair back, glances toward the door — and rises.
With her underwear tucked in one hand, she crosses the room, grabs her toiletries, and disappears into the corridor… presumably headed for the showers.
The door clicks shut behind her.
Sebastian lifts the Disillusionment Charm, his mouth still hanging open.
“No way that just happened…” he breathes, wide-eyed and dazed.
Beside him, Ominis lifts his own charm.
Sebastian turns — and immediately bursts out laughing at the look on his friend’s face.
“Did—did she just…?” Ominis stammers.
Sebastian grins. “That was the best Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten.”
Ominis regains just enough composure to smack him in the head.
“We shouldn’t even be here! That was a massive violation of her privacy!”
Sebastian just snickers. “Yeah, but I bet you’re glad we sneaked in now, aren’t you?”
“I’m—I—no!” Ominis blurts, turning away fast.
Sebastian arches an eyebrow, still smirking.
“That bulge in your trousers says otherwise.”
Ominis blushes even more and hurriedly fumbles with his cardigan.
“Oh, come on,” Sebastian laughs. “You’ve been pining after her for years. You lucky bastard.”
“Lucky? What—” Ominis splutters. “She doesn’t even know we were here!”
Sebastian shrugs, still grinning.
“Come on — she just moaned your name mid-orgasm. You heard that, right?”
Ominis frowns, face flushed, and mutters under his breath,
“Yeah… and I bet you saw everything.”
“Oh, I definitely did,” Sebastian says, positively glowing with delight.
Ominis scoffs and turns toward the door.
“Jealous I saw your future girlfriend’s bits before you got to touch them?” Sebastian teases. “Don’t worry — you’ll be sharing that fuzzy blanket of yours in no time.”
“Will you shut up!” Ominis snaps, face flaming.
Sebastian raises his hands, still grinning. “Alright, alright. We’ve got to get out of here anyway.”
“Right,” Ominis mutters. Then he stops. “Wait—what about the gifts?”
“Seriously?” Sebastian snorts. “You really wanna risk getting caught now?”
“Right,” Ominis mumbles again, still rattled.
Sebastian claps him on the back.
“Besides, after what we just witnessed? I think you can just wrap yourself in a bow and she’d be ecstatic. Literally.”
“Oh, for the love of—” Ominis groans. “We are never speaking of this again, Sebastian. Never.”
Sebastian’s laughter echoes off the stone walls as they slip out the door.
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Sebastian
“Quick, hide!” Sebastian whispers, grabbing Ominis and quickly backing them both up next to the bookshelf.
Ominis hears him cast a Disillusionment Charm and does the same—just as she walks in, closing the door behind her and trapping them both inside.
Unfortunately for the boys, Madam Scribner had locked up the library this Christmas — apparently after learning Sebastian would be staying at the castle again.
Something about a suspicious number of books disappearing from the Restricted Section last year…
She goes to grab her History of Magic book and flops down on the bed, completely unaware of her unexpected audience. Opening the book to the right chapter, she begins to read.
Right across from her bed, the boys stand pressed against the wall, barely daring to breathe.
Ominis mentally kicks himself for following Sebastian into yet another one of his “brilliant” ideas. He swears that if they get out of this undetected, he’ll curse him.
A few minutes pass. Sebastian tries desperately to think of a way out of this without revealing themselves.
Then she moves.
“Merlin, this is boring,” she sighs, tossing the book aside.
She stretches, arms above her head, her dress riding up her thighs just enough to reveal the lace edge of her stockings.
Sebastian grins to himself.
Maybe being stuck here isn’t so bad after all.
She lowers her arms again, dragging her hands slowly over her chest and down the curve of her waist.
Then, almost lazily, one hand comes back up to her breast, kneading softly through the fabric of her dress.
Sebastian’s eyebrows shoot up.
Oh, it is definitely not so bad being stuck here.
For a brief second, he feels sorry for Ominis — poor guy has no idea what’s going on.
But then she reaches for the hem of her dress… and he forgets all about his blind friend.
His jaw drops as she wiggles out of her underwear… right in front of him.
How many times has he fantasised about this?
Then her hand returns to her breast, while the other slips between her thighs.
Her fingers start to move in slow, deliberate strokes — her breathing growing heavier.
A soft “mmm” escapes her lips.
Ominis’s brows furrow.
Is she doing what he thinks she is…?
And then he remembers Sebastian — and that his eyes work perfectly fine.
Oh no.
She parts her legs further, dips her fingers inside.
“Oh…” she breathes, barely audible. Her thumb circles over her clit with practiced ease.
Sebastian fights to control his breathing, barely believing what he’s seeing.
Heat rushes through him, fast and sharp, pooling low in his stomach.
He feels his dick twitch to life and clenches his jaw, hard.
She begins to rock her hips, soft and steady, meeting the movement of her hand. Her fingers glide effortlessly, slick with her own arousal.
Wet noises fill the air — loud, obscene, impossible to ignore — as she speeds up.
She moans, voice now trembling with want.
Sebastian’s body locks up, heat flooding through him like fire under his skin.
This can’t be happening.
His heart hammers in his chest. He knows he should look away — this is wrong — but he doesn’t.
He can’t.
She’s too beautiful like this. Too real.
His blood feels hot, his trousers too tight, and
every sound she makes brands itself into his memory like a spell he’ll never be able to break.
Her breath hitches.
Then another moan slips free — soft, ruined.
“Sebastian…”
His eyes fly wide.
She said his name. She wants him.
Without thinking, he lunges forward — only to be yanked back by Ominis, who’d been ready the second he heard her first moan.
Sebastian stumbles, shoulder knocking hard into the bookshelf.
A heavy book crashes to the floor with a loud thud.
They both freeze.
Not a sound. Not a breath.
Sebastian’s eyes dart to her — and for a moment, it feels like she’s staring right at him.
But after a long, unbearable pause… she relaxes.
Her eyes drift back down. Her breathing slows. And then — unbelievably — her hand slides back down, this time sinking deeper.
Ominis still has a death grip on Sebastian’s arm, keeping him from lunging again.
But Sebastian doesn’t care. His attention is locked on her.
She moves faster now. Her breath stutters. Her back arches. Then—
“Sebastian—! Y-yes—! Ahh..!”
Her eyelids flutter as she comes undone — right there in front of Sebastian’s hungry, stunned eyes.
Longingly, Sebastian watches as she slowly comes down from her high.
A moment passes.
Then, with a quiet sigh, she gets up. With her underwear tucked in one hand, she crosses the room, grabs her toiletries, and disappears into the corridor… probably off to the showers.
The second the door clicks shut, he lifts his Disillusionment Charm and rounds on Ominis.
“Why the hell did you hold me back?”
“You have no self-control,” Ominis says, lifting his own charm, flushed and frowning.
“Do you really think she would’ve welcomed you into bed after realising you’d been watching her in secret?”
Sebastian groans. “She moaned my name! She wanted me there! She would‘ve—”
“No,” Ominis cuts in flatly. “And besides, I’d rather die than listen to you two go at it.”
“Well, you could’ve left,” Sebastian mutters.
“Yes, I’m sure she wouldn’t have questioned the door suddenly opening with no one there,” Ominis says, dryly.
“I would’ve kept her occupied…” Sebastian scowls.
“Like I said — things wouldn’t have played out the way they do in your head, mate.”
“Well, we’ll never know now, will we?” Sebastian snaps, sulking.
“You’re delusional,” Ominis mutters, shaking his head.
Sebastian huffs.
“Forget the gifts,” Ominis says, heading for the door. “Let’s just go to Hogsmeade and look around the shops. I’m sure we’ll find something.”
A wicked grin spreads across Sebastian’s face.
“I already know what I’m getting her. Let’s go to Gladrags.”
“Gladrags?” Ominis blinks, confused.
Then his expression shifts. “Oh, please tell me you’re not buying her lingerie.”
“No,” Sebastian grins. “But I am buying a big, fancy bow to wrap myself up in.”
“Of course you are,” Ominis sighs as he follows his friend down the corridor.
This was the part no one got to see — the softness, the stillness, the silent promises whispered in sleep. Some nights, he needed her more than he'd ever admit, holding her like he was still afraid she'd slip away.
Ao3 does not need a 1-5 star rating system, you just want to bring down authors writing for FREE
Ao3 does not need automatic censorship, it is an archive, therefore anything can be posted
Writing or reading about something illegal does not mean the author nor the reader condones it, if that were true, you could never read a story involving anything negative
Purity culture is ruining fan culture and you all are fucking annoying
Story summary: You challenged Sebastian to a duel. He lost. He ends up with a pierced dick, a bruised ego, and way too much tension to handle. What was supposed to be revenge sex turns into something more... and messier. Think secrets, feelings, and one very jealous roommate who was never really sleeping.
This is a bonus scene of “is it hot?” from Seb’s POV.
⋅───⊱༺ SEBASTIAN ༻⊰───·
It’s nearly midnight, and the dorm room’s gone quiet except for the soft patter of rain against the windows.
Where the hell is my green hoodie…? …Oh. Of course.
I shut the wardrobe door with a soft click and glance over my shoulder at Ominis. He’s curled up on the couch, wearing my hoodie, yet again.
I sigh under my breath but don’t say anything. I’m used to it. He’s always stealing it. Says he likes how the fuzzy lining feels on his skin or whatever.
But honestly, I think he just likes it because it’s big enough for him to disappear into, like he’s doing now — hands hidden inside the sleeves, chin buried deep in the collar. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was sniffing it.
Thing is — he never grabs it straight out of the laundry. Only once I’ve worn it for a few days.
Still, he often curls up like that at night. Half-drowsy, eyes half-lidded, hair tousled like he’s been lost in his own thoughts for hours.
“Stop staring at me,” Ominis mumbles, voice muffled from inside the collar.
“I’m not,” I mutter, scanning the room for my pajama bottoms.
He’d better not have stolen those, too.
“I can feel it,” he grumbles, shifting slightly on the couch.
“I’m not staring at you,” I insist, bending to scoop my pyjama pants from where they’ve fallen off my desk chair. I start unbuttoning the slacks I’ve been wearing all day, already relieved at the thought of getting out of them.
How the hell does he wear stiff crap like this every day? My skin can’t breathe. Neither can my dick.
I toss my slacks over the chair, finally free of them, and tug the waistband of my underwear lower to check the piercings.
It’s become a nightly ritual, making sure everything still looks normal. No redness. No swelling. No angry skin threatening to explode because I was a cocky idiot who couldn’t back down from a bet.
Wait… is that… red? Or is it just from the stupid pants rubbing all day?
I lean closer, squinting under the lamplight.
Shit. It is red. I knew it. Fuck.
A pulse of panic ripples through me. My chest tightens, breath coming shallow.
If I end up with an infection because of this bet…
Is it hot?
My fingers hover there, hesitant. Then I carefully touch around the barbells, but the skin of my fingers now feels clammy and overheated, useless for comparison.
“It’s getting red. And hot,” I mumble, voice uneasy. “Knew this would happen. I knew it. This is all her fault.”
Ominis sits up, sighing like he’s had this conversation a thousand times.
“It’s not. Now, stop fussing,” he sighs, peeling off my hoodie and tossing it onto the couch. “It’s fine. You’re working yourself up for no reason.”
I glare at him, though of course he can’t see it.
Probably? Yeah, let’s see how he’d handle “probably” if it were his dick on the line.
He pushes the duvet aside and climbs into bed, clearly done with the conversation. Meanwhile, I’m still fidgeting, staring down at myself, pulse thumping in my temples.
I glance at Ominis, tempted as hell to just ask him. He’s the only one who ever manages to talk me down — even if he acts like I’m being ridiculous.
Shit… is it hot or not?
I try to check again, but my palms are clammy, my brain’s buzzing, and I can’t tell a damn thing.
Before I’ve even decided, my body’s moving. I cross the room and climb onto his bed. Because if anyone’s going to confirm I’m not dying—or tell me I am—it’s him.
“Feel this. Is it hot? Does this feel hot to you?” I say, grabbing his hand and pressing it over my dick.
The shocked look on his face snaps me back to reality, and my inhale gets caught in my throat.
Shit… What the hell am I doing? Maybe we’re not close enough to do this. Is he gonna freak out on me now?
A million thoughts run through my head at once.
My breath stutters, and I force a quick, awkward laugh and mutter an apology.
“I’m sorry. Probably should have asked first, huh?”
But he recovers fast. He laughs too, in that dry, unimpressed way of his.
“Oh, Sebastian. Nothing you do ever surprises me anymore.”
But I see the flush creeping up his neck.
Then his hand shifts slightly on my skin, and I feel a tug low in my gut.
For fuck’s sake, Sebastian… What are you doing? He’s your best friend, not your personal physician.
I stare at his face, trying to decide if I should pull away.
“I don’t know how you usually feel,” he says softly, voice gentle and careful, “but no, I don’t think it feels too hot. I don’t think you have to worry.”
I swallow and look down at him from where I’m balanced on my knees, my heart beating faster than it should.
“Oh. Okay, I say quietly. For some reason, I still don’t move.
But he does. Slowly, he slides his hand away from me, his fingertips brushing my thigh as he goes.
Why does this suddenly feel so… intimate?
I try to laugh it off, forcing a lighter tone. “You’re probably right.”
I shift slightly, and before I’ve even finished the thought in my head, the words spill out.
“Do you want to feel them?”
His brows shoot up. Surprise flashes across his face.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
Why the fuck did I say that? He’s gonna think I’m hitting on him. Or trying to get him to jerk me off…
I rush to explain, while trying to act like this is completely normal. I tell him I just figured he’s never “seen” a pierced dick before. And that maybe he would like to know how it looks. I mean, he is blind, if he never touches one, how will he ever know?
We both chuckle a little awkwardly, and in my head I’m cursing myself for being such an impulsive idiot.
I’m just about to pull away when his quiet voice stops me.
“If you’d let me..?”
I freeze for a second, staring into his unseeing eyes. They look so kind… and genuinely curious.
A small smile tugs at the corner of my mouth.
Then I reach for his hand and guide it back to me.
A soft shiver runs through me the second his warm skin brushes mine again. I glance down, watching as his fingers slowly curl around me without really gripping. He’s so careful, almost cautious.
His hands are nicer than mine. Long fingers, neatly trimmed nails, fair skin.
Then his fingertips begin tracing along the underside of my cock, brushing lightly over the piercings. My eyes slowly fall shut before I can stop them.
His touch is so gentle. It feels good. Too good.
Fuck. This was a bad idea…
I don’t notice how my breath slows, how each inhale holds a beat too long, or how heat stirs low in my gut. I’m too focused on his fingers… until I realise I’m growing hard in his hand.
I snap my eyes open, and a nervous laugh slips out as I start to pull away.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble awkwardly. It’s been a while since… you know.”
Because that’s all this is. It’s been weeks since I’ve gotten off. Of course I’d get hard from the simplest touch. Who wouldn’t?
But I notice he’s not pulling away. He’s still holding me. His fingers gently curled around me, even though he has to feel me getting harder in his grip.
Before I can fully pull back, his quiet voice stops me in my tracks.
“Don’t.”
My mouth opens, but no words come out. I have no idea where he’s going with this.
“Let me get a feel for how the piercings look when it’s hard,” he murmurs. “Please?”
For a second, I don’t move. I just blink at him, mind blank.
Oh.
I swallow and shift closer again.
Fuck, is he—? Is he gonna stroke me hard?
I watch as his fingers keep sliding along the underside of my cock, featherlight. Every time his pinky reaches the ridge of the head, he pauses there before going back down.
My eyes flutter shut before I can help it, my cock swelling to full hardness as heat coils low in my gut.
Please… just a little bit higher…
Fuck, what am I even thinking? He’s your best friend!
Wait. Is he—? Is he actually grabbing me?
My eyes slowly open to see him wrapping his whole palm around my length, gentle and careful, as if it’s just part of exploring.
And it feels so good.
My jaw flexes as I force myself to breathe evenly. I know Ominis is too perceptive for his own good.
“Do they still hurt?”
Of course he noticed. But better he thinks it’s pain than… anything else.
I force my voice steady, trying to sound normal.
“No… not really. Sometimes. It’s still too sore to… get off.”
But fuck, I might just spill from your fingertips if you keep going…
My cock twitches and I desperately try to cover it with a laugh, but it sounds about as fake as it feels. I shift slightly on my knees, trying to hide how wound up I am.
He actually thanks me before slowly withdrawing his hand, and I fight down the sudden, ridiculous feeling of wanting more.
My voice comes out way more casual than I feel as I move off his bed.
“Sure. Thought you’d wanna know.”
As if this was a completely normal thing for us to do.
I pull on my pyjama pants in silence and crawl into my own bed.
But I don’t fall asleep.
Instead, I lie there staring at the dark ceiling, mind tangled, and dick still half-hard.
It’s just ‘cause I haven’t gotten off in so long. That’s all. It doesn’t mean anything. He’s my friend. I’m not attracted to him. I’m not.
My body just… got confused. It’s fine. Once I get my dick into her, everything will be fine.
Her. Her beautiful smile… her perfect tits… that cute little ass…
…Fuck. Now I’m fully hard again.
I let out a long sigh and turn on my side, knowing damn well I can’t do anything about it right now.
From the other bed, I hear Ominis mumble softly in his sleep.
Story summary: You challenged Sebastian to a duel. He lost. He ends up with a pierced dick, a bruised ego, and way too much tension to handle. What was supposed to be revenge sex turns into something more... and messier. Think secrets, feelings, and one very jealous roommate who was never really sleeping.
I knew it would come to this. All their relentless bantering and flirtatious teasing, it was always going to end up here.
I had hoped that one good night of fucking all that tension out would’ve been enough. But — as I’d feared — she stayed around.
For weeks I’ve been forced to listen to their childish banter, their fighting and fucking. One minute they’re so happy and loving it makes me sick — the next, they’re at each other’s throats. Just being in the same room with them is enough to give me whiplash.
And the thing is — it’s my room. This used to be my sanctuary. My place away from all the judgement and whisperings, the place where I could relax. Mine and Sebastian’s space. But now she’s always is here.
Why is she always here?
We hadn’t really talked all that much before, she and I. We weren’t strangers, but not exactly friends either. But now she’s constantly around — studying, joking, yelling at Sebastian, or sucking his dick when they think I’m asleep.
Sebastian claims I sleep like the dead, but trust me — not even death himself could sleep through their fucking moans and whimpering.
I really tried, at first. For Sebastian’s sake. I tried to get to know her, to be friendly and inviting, like he’s always nagging me about. But lately she’s just been getting on my nerves more and more.
It’s not only that she’s here all the time — it’s that she’s all he ever talks about. It’s her things scattered all over the floor, making me trip. It’s her moving my things so I can’t find them. It’s driving me insane.
And she steals all his hoodies. Can’t she just buy her own?
I blame Sebastian for all this. If he hadn’t made that stupid bet, so desperate to feel her lips around his cock, none of this would have happened.
And of course she raised the stakes. And of course he couldn’t back down when he saw a chance to finally get her into his bed.
I have to admit, I was secretly impressed when she won that duel, though. Because drunk or not, Sebastian’s the best duelist I’ve ever met.
And yes, at first it was hilarious that he had to get his dick pierced. But then she had to go and offer herself up like some sort of damn consolation prize, making it all insufferable.
Things really heated up between them after that. Suddenly I was spending more and more evenings alone, while Sebastian was off snogging her in some closet or wherever.
And when he was with me all he did was whine. He whined about her wanting to keep things secret. He whined about not having sex for weeks. He whined about the agony of healing.
Sebastian’s not usually the fussy, anxious type. But apparently, when it comes to his dick, he absolutely is.
Josh — the piercing artist — had said a bit of bleeding and swelling was to be expected. That it was fine, as long as the skin didn’t get red and hot. But still, Sebastian panicked every time there was the slightest swelling.
This did lead to one rather… interesting incident, though.
It was late one evening, a few weeks after he’d gotten pierced. Once again he was anxious, insisting the skin looked red. Tiredly, I had told him to stop worrying, that it was probably fine, and then gotten into bed.
And then the mattress dipped as Sebastian climbed up on his knees.
“Feel this. Is it hot? Does this feel hot to you?” he’d said—and without the slightest hesitation, he pressed my palm against his soft dick.
I just sat there, stunned at first. And I think that was what actually pulled Sebastian out of his spiraling anxiety. I mean, yeah, we usually shared everything, but this was… new.
He laughed awkwardly and said in a low voice, “I’m sorry. Probably should have asked first, huh?”
I quickly composed myself, saying, “Oh, Sebastian. Nothing you do ever surprises me anymore.”
But in all honesty — that did.
Heat crept up my face, and I’m sure he saw it. But we were each other’s only family. If he trusted me enough for this, I wasn’t going to shut him down.
“I don’t know how you usually feel,” I said softly, fingertips lightly pressing over his skin. “But no, I don’t think it feels too hot. I don’t think you have to worry.”
“Oh. Okay. You’re probably right,” he said with a small, breathy chuckle. I expected him to pull away, but he didn’t. Right before withdrawing my hand, I felt his cock twitch faintly under my palm.
The moment hung there, strangely intimate for two best friends.
“Do you want to feel them?” he suddenly asked then.
“What?” I replied, probably looking very surprised.
“I just realized you probably have no idea what it looks like. I mean, I know you see with your touch, and as far as I know you haven’t touched a pierced—“
“No. No, I haven’t,” I cut him off, a bit rushed. We both chuckled a little awkwardly again.
But something inside me, curiosity maybe, pushed me forward. “If you’d let me…?”
He hesitated only a second before gently guiding my hand back to him.
I lightly wrapped my fingers under his cock. It felt warm and soft, his skin smooth against my fingertips. Then I felt the firm little ridges of the barbells beneath his skin. At first it was just… odd. But I let my fingers trace along them, trying to build an image in my mind.
Then I felt him starting to grow in my hand, and my breath caught a little in my throat.
He laughed nervously, “I’m sorry, it’s been a while since… you know.” Then he started to shift away.
“Don’t,” I said quietly, curiosity getting the better of me. “Let me get a feel for how the piercings look when it’s hard. Please?”
He went still and I heard him swallow, but he didn’t move away. I kept my hand there, fingertips tracing the underside of his cock. Each pass made the little metal bars stand out even more. They were bigger than I’d expected. And… so was he. Thicker, and almost heavy in my hand. I could hear him trying to keep his breathing steady.
“Do they still hurt?” I asked softly.
“No… not really. Sometimes. It’s still too sore to… get off.”
He was hard now. Really hard. Before I could stop myself, my hand curled around him, fully this time. Then I heard it, the sharp inhale he tried to mask. And in a reckless moment, I tightened my grip — just slightly — before catching myself and easing up. His cock twitched in my palm, and for a fleeting second, I wondered what would’ve happened if I hadn’t stopped.
I smothered the thought before it could take hold, smoothing my expression before he could see too much.
“Thank you for letting me see them,” I said, voice low and steady as I finally let go, my fingertips slipping away from his skin.
I didn’t sleep well that night. My mind kept replaying how he’d felt under my fingers. And… the way he’d sounded.
But now it’s Saturday afternoon, and — as usual — Sebastian and his girl are sprawled on the sofa, where they’ve alternated between mindless banter and snogging for the past two hours.
I’m sitting by my desk, trying to study, but it’s hard with those two in the room.
“Come on now, baby,” I hear Sebastian purr. “Just one little one, right here.”
She makes this girly squeal and laughs.
Merlin, save me.
“Noo! I told you, I’m not getting pierced!”
“You don’t have to do both of them, I’m happy with just one,” Sebastian says.
I don’t need to see to know exactly what kind of grin is on his face. I’ve known him too long. I can hear it.
For fifteen minutes now, he’s been trying to convince her to get her nipples pierced. And for fifteen minutes, my oncoming headache has only gotten worse.
“No! I’m not doing it!” she giggles.
“How about we make a bet?” Sebastian suggests.
Oh, please, no. No more disastrous bets.
She laughs again. “I’m not stupid enough to enter a bet like that. Unlike some.”
“But just imagine how good it could feel…” he murmurs, voice dropping into that low, velvety tone he always uses when he wants something.
Then follows the rustle of fabric, a small intake of breath and an almost inaudible whimper from her.
Can’t believe they’re forcing me to listen to this.
I sigh and rub my temples.
“You know, just because I’m blind doesn’t mean I don’t know what you’re doing,” I say wearily.
There’s a quiet, wet sucking noise, and Sebastian replies, “We’re not doing anything.”
Her giggle does nothing to convince me.
“So your mouth is not currently attached to her nipple, then?” I say dryly.
“…no?” Sebastian says, and they both burst out laughing.
Then she squeals again, thrashing on the couch, and I can only assume he’s violating her in some new way.
My patience is wearing real thin, and the pounding in my head isn’t helping.
I turn in my chair, deciding to put an end to it before they actually start doing it right in front of me.
“I’ve been meaning to ask — what happened between the two of you?”
Silence. I can feel Sebastian’s burning stare on me.
“I mean, I know you used to date when we first got here, so… what happened?” I say innocently.
I know for a fact they haven’t talked about this yet, and that Sebastian is rather reluctant to do so.
“Nothing. It just wasn’t the right time,” he says in a clipped tone, clearly hoping to derail the whole conversation.
I knew Sebastian was taken with her from the moment they met. They’d only gone on a few dates before he was acting like a lovesick fool. Much like now, he couldn’t stop talking about her.
But then he heard this rumour that she was seeing somebody else at the same time, and I think that hurt him quite a bit. And so he did what he always does — turned on the shallow charm, spread on the self-confidence, and kept his feelings hidden under layers of snark and wit.
I had told him he should probably move on, and so he did — with pretty much every other girl he could find.
I knew he still liked her though, even if he wouldn’t admit it. It showed in how he just couldn’t leave her alone. And so they formed this weird — for lack of a better word — friendship, built on taunting mockery that bordered on harassment.
“What happened,” she says playfully, apparently oblivious to Sebastian’s tone, “was that loverboy here wasn’t ready to commit, and I didn’t want to get caught up in a triangle.”
I hear the thick silence that follows and turn my head to hide the little smirk tugging at my lips.
Look at that. Took all of ten seconds to unravel the happy couple. Migraine averted.
“Didn’t want to get caught in a triangle?” Sebastian echoes, voice low and controlled. “Kinda rich coming from you, don’t you think?”
“Excuse me?” she says, sounding genuinely confused.
“You were the one dating more than one person at a time,” Sebastian says with a slight accusatory edge.
“What?” she says and I hear them untangling to sit up.
“What, you thought I didn’t know?”
“I didn’t date someone else. You were the one trying to charm every girl who crossed your path!” she says, her voice lifting in disbelief and defence.
Sebastian scoffs. “Yeah, because you were off with somebody else. Everyone heard the rumour that you were dating some guy from town as well as me.”
“Then that’s what it was — a rumour!” she snaps, like she can’t believe he’d ever think that of her.
“Come on, who would bother making up a rumour like that about a new student?”
Who indeed…
I snap my book shut and stand.
“This feels private. I’m just gonna go…” I say and grab my wand.
I can still hear them arguing when I turn the corner toward the library.
All I had wanted was to stop them fondling each other while I was in the room — not to start another shouting match. Still, I can’t quite bring myself to regret it.
Maybe this time they’ll break up. Or at least take a few days apart. I’d get my room back. My friend, too.
I know it was wrong, spreading that rumour. And when I saw how deep it hurt him, I regretted it. But I had only meant well. Sebastian was — is — my only family and real friend. We were new at this school, new in this town. I just wanted us to stick together a little longer.
I knew he’d eventually go off and meet someone, but did it have to happen our very first week here?
Sebastian has always been the confident one. Outgoing and effortlessly charming. Whereas I am — as he so nicely puts it — an acquired taste shackled by my last name.
He can be so poetic.
I’m not lonely though, not really. We’ve got the usual crowd — the guys Sebastian attracts like moths to a flame — and I get enough company to keep the silence away. There’s even a girl I see now and then. No strings. No friendship. Just a way to shut my brain off when nothing else works.
Come to think of it, it’s been a while. And I’ve been tense for days— weeks, if I’m honest. Maybe seeing her would take the edge off. Might even help with the headaches.
I change direction and let my wand guide me towards the café, hoping to find her there. But to my surprise, it’s quiet and nearly deserted. The girl behind the counter informs me there’s a fair going on in town today. In fact she seems genuinely baffled I haven’t seen the posters plastered all over school.
I sigh.
If only.
I murmur my thanks and push the door open, the soft bell overhead chiming behind me. I make my way around the corridors, checking her usual spots, listening for her voice. No luck.
Of course not. Why would anything go my way today?
Right now, I just want to crawl into bed, get off, and sleep this headache away. Anything to stop this pounding in my head.
But since my room’s currently serving as the arena for the happy couple’s latest shouting match, I slowly make my way back to the café.
I sit down with a cup of chamomile tea, and in my silent bitterness, I hope they break up.
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When I get back to the dorm later that evening I find it empty. I wonder for a moment what they are doing, if they’re still arguing or if they’ve broken up. If Sebastian is off somewhere getting drunk.
This itchy feeling creeps up on me — guilt perhaps — but I distinctly shove it away. If they break up it’s not my fault, they had to have this conversation sooner or later.
My headache has eased up a bit, but there’s still a dull throb lingering in the back of my head.
I toss my wand onto the desk, unbutton my shirt and hang it over the back of the chair.
I stand there, in the silence, and suddenly I really miss my best friend. The way we used to be, when it was just us.
Slowly, I feel my way to Sebastian’s chair, where he usually leaves his hoodies slung over the backrest. But it’s empty. I check the couch. The end of his bed. Nothing.
My hand lingers for a second before falling back to my side. I sigh and step towards my own bed, of course stumbling on one of her stupid bags along the way. Annoyance flashes through me, and I kick it aside, harder than I mean to.
I crawl into bed and pull the covers over me, but my mind won’t rest. I lie awake for what feels like hours before I finally hear the soft creak of the door.
“Shh, don’t wake Ominis,” I hear Sebastian whisper.
“You shush!” she giggles quietly in response.
So they didn’t break up then. Great.
Not really in the mood to chat, I lie still on my back, pretending to sleep while they bustle around getting ready for bed.
“Did you have fun, sweetheart?” Sebastian then asks with a sugary sweet voice.
She hums a low “mmm” and then they start kissing.
Please not another night of this. Not tonight.
“Remember what you promised me..?” Sebastian murmurs, voice low and full of suggestion.
“No, I don’t think I do…” she answers playfully and then yelps as she trips on the bag I kicked earlier.
Serves you right.
Sebastian hushes her with a quiet laugh. “You know what I think? I think that cotton candy’s still messing with your head, sweetheart.”
I hear them kiss again. Then his voice drops, velvety and wicked, “You said that if I brought you to the fair I’d get some fun of my own when we got back…”
That voice. Like melted chocolate with a hint of sin.
So that’s where they’d been. I feel my jaw clench. Here I’d been, feeling guilty and missing him, while they’d been getting lost in laughter and pink sugar.
“We really shouldn’t, Ominis might wake up…” she whispers, breathless now, so low that I almost miss it.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be quiet. He sleeps like a rock anyway,” Sebastian whispers back, and I hear the rustle of clothes, a breathy gasp, and the wet sounds of their kissing deepen.
I’m beginning to regret pretending to be asleep, but I stay still, hoping they’ll be done quick this time.
His bed creak as they get in, and then Sebastian whispers, dark and smug, “No, turn around. I want you on all fours tonight.”
Of course he does.
For a moment, there’s only the sound of rustling sheets. Then—
“Sebastian…” she moans, low and breathy, and I know exactly what that means.
“Fuck, baby…”
He always swears. And now comes the fan favourite…
“So wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction.
There it is. Right on cue.
She whimpers in response, already forgetting about keeping it down.
“Stay quiet for me now, love. Okay?”
Then comes the slapping sound of skin on skin, and in my head I try hard to recite the text I was studying earlier.
But the headache starts creeping back, every thrust from the other side of the room only making it worse.
Fuck you for this, Sebastian.
The longer they go on, the louder she gets, moaning and whining like she’s never been touched before.
She whimpers his name again, like a wounded animal.
“I know, baby, I know,” he breathes, voice rough. “Piercings hitting your spot just right, aren’t they?”
“Please, Sebastian, go harder..!” she begs under her breath.
No. Sebastian. Don’t.
“Can you keep quiet for me, then?”
“Yes,” she whines.
“Promise?” he taunts.
“Yes!”
Then come the obscene wet noises as he fucks into her with force, her strangled whimpers tangled with his shallow grunts.
I’m getting more and more frustrated where I lie in my bed. Frustrated with her for not shutting up. Frustrated with him for fucking her while I’m “sleeping.” Frustrated because I’m losing my best friend.
And most of all — frustrated with myself for being so fucking hard.
I bitterly curse the fair for keeping me from getting laid today, and them for subjecting me to this.
“Sshh, baby you promised,” Sebastian whispers when she can’t stop moaning. I can hear the smirk in his voice.
“Sebastian, please..!” she whines.
“Gotta stay quiet, baby, or you’ll wake him up,” he murmurs, voice thick with mock concern. All while relentlessly slamming into her, deliberately dragging more moans from her throat.
The suppressed frustration crackles like fire beneath my skin. He can’t possibly believe I’d still be asleep, assuming I ever was.
And then it hits me.
He knows I’m awake. He’s doing this on purpose. It’s payback for the argument, for meddling.
“Nngh Sebastian..!” she whines again, louder now.
“Shh! Quiet, love..!” he hisses, snapping his hips even harder to make her cry out. “Ominis—“ smack “will—“ smack “hear you!” smack.
Oh you think this is funny, do you?
Something in me snaps.
I throw off the cover and get to my feet.
“Fuck, Sebastian! If you can’t shut her up I’ll do it for you!”
They barely have time to register I’m moving before I’m on the bed — knees sinking into the mattress, hand tangled in her hair. I jerk her head up, and force her mouth open between my fingers.
The shocked little gasp she makes cuts off instantly when I shove my cock down her throat.
“Ominis! Fuck! What are you—?!”
I groan in satisfaction, both from the heat of her mouth and the sheer satisfaction of finally, finally shutting her up.
Sebastian’s gone still, completely stunned by my sudden shift, but I can still hear his ragged breathing.
I start thrusting lazily, just enough to tease, and to my surprise she doesn’t pull away.
“What’s the matter, Sebastian? Not in a sharing mood?” I murmur, quiet and cruel, my pent-up frustration seething right under my skin.
You should know better than to mess with a snake if you can’t stand being bitten.
“Your girlfriend sure seems to be,” I say smoothly, a cold grin tugging at my lips.
“Funny…” I hum, stroking her hair back as she takes me deeper. “She’s not hesitating. Almost like she’s been waiting for me to do this.”
I tilt my head toward her, voice dipping low, like silk wrapped around venom. “Taking it so well, aren’t you?”
No wonder he can’t shut up when her mouth is on him — she’s incredible.
“Ominis, what the fuck…” Sebastian breathes out, stunned, caught somewhere between awe and lust.
The anger that burned so hot just moments ago fades like smoke. The urge to punish them dissolves, replaced by something far more dangerous. Want. Need.
Up until now, Sebastian has stayed perfectly still. But the subtle push and pull of her body tells me he can’t keep from moving any longer.
“Fuck,” he groans, and I can’t tell if he’s angry or turned on. “You like this, don’t you?” he growls, talking to her, not me.
I feel her answer in the vibration around my cock — a needy, helpless whine that says yes.
“You want me to keep fucking you, sweetheart? Mm? You want me to keep fucking you while you’re on your knees for my best friend?”
She rocks her hips back hard against him, like she’s begging for it, and the muffled moan around my cock confirms it — she wants this.
He starts pounding into her — sharp and fast — his breath turning into low, guttural growls as lust takes over completely.
I swallow hard, tightening my grip in her hair.
He’s getting off on this. Fuck, why does that make my cock even harder?
I groan and thrust deeper into her throat. She chokes perfectly. I do it again, chasing that sweet little noise that goes straight to my cock.
“You’re fine,” I smirk, playfully tugging her hair. “I know what you sound like when Sebastian fucks you — and he’s even bigger than me.”
He laughs, rough and low, and I know exactly what memory that line just touched. For some reason, it sends a sharp jolt of heat through my body.
“Don’t seem too upset about being caught in a triangle now, do you, sweetheart?” he murmurs, sounding amused.
I groan as her saliva drips down my balls, slick and warm. She keeps working her mouth over my cock — sucking and doing this wavelike thing with her tongue that makes every muscle in my body tighten.
I wonder if she does this to his piercings?
And then — somewhere deep in the haze — a sharp thought cuts through the pleasure.
What the hell are we doing?
This fear comes over me. Fear that this will ruin everything. That when it’s over, he’ll regret it, and shut me out for good. My chest tightens, breath caught somewhere high in my throat.
“Fuck… Sebastian, I—“
“It’s okay. It’s okay, Ominis,” he cuts in gently, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. He always does. He always has.
Then his hand slides behind my neck, pulling me into a messy kiss, all open mouth and heat, even as he keeps fucking her. His lips crash against mine like he’s starving.
My mind completely blanks. All I feel is him. His mouth on mine, his stuttering breath against my chin. His taste.
Fuck, I’m kissing Sebastian. Sebastian. I’m kissing my best friend.
And I don’t wanna stop…
When he draws back the tiniest bit, I chase after him without thinking. He smiles against my lips, hand still behind my neck, and murmurs, “She’s coming…”
I feel her whole body tense beneath us just as he groans, deep and blissful, and shoves his tongue deeper into my mouth, making my head spin with heat.
His girlfriend shakes and moans between us. Most of her sounds get choked around my cock as I keep thrusting, erratic and unfocused, mind more focused on what her boyfriend’s tongue is doing to mine.
Gods, I wanna feel his cock in my mouth next…
…Fuck. What the hell am I thinking?
I drag my focus back to her. Try to slow my breathing. Try to forget what just went through my mind.
She starts to come down slowly, her body twitching beneath us. Then she finally pulls off me, gasping for air. Sebastian breaks our kiss and leans down to press a soft kiss to her shoulder.
I fall back onto the bed, panting. Head spinning. Confused by how much I want his lips on mine again.
“You came so hard, baby. You really liked that, didn’t you?” I hear him purr.
“Yeah…” she answers in that playful, seductive voice I’ve heard her use with him countless times.
Then Sebastian whispers something to her I can’t quite hear, except the “…think you can do that for us, love?” at the end.
“Mm, I wanna try,” she answers and I hear them kiss again.
When they break apart, she speaks to me. “Lay down on your back, Ominis.”
I hear them shift around and then there’s a gentle tug on my leg as Sebastian pulls me down to lie in the middle of the bed.
I don’t know what they’re planning, but I feel her climb on top, straddling me, and her boyfriend following close behind her.
I trace my hands over her body, really seeing her for the first time. Her skin is warm beneath my palms, smooth and soft, her curves fitting perfectly against my hands. There’s something sweet about the way she moves. Confident, gentle. She’s beautiful.
Yet my hand slides back over her hip until it finds Sean’s thigh, solid and warm where he’s pressed close behind her.
“I’m gonna make her fuck you now, Ominis,” Sebastian says in his low voice, and my hand stills on his thigh.
“What..?” I manage, my cock twitching at his words.
Her soft hand gently strokes my stomach and up my chest as Sebastian continues murmuring.
“You can feel her straddling you. I’m right behind her, with my arms around her waist, and I’m gonna make her ride you.”
I swallow hard, my fingers gripping his thigh.
“If you want to,” he adds.
“Yes. Yes, I want to,” I breathe, maybe a little too quickly, and he chuckles.
“If… If you want to,” I say, stroking the soft skin of her waist.
“I want, Ominis,” she murmurs, and I feel her shift above me as she leans closer, feel the warmth of her breath on my face.
And then she kisses me.
Her lips are soft, so gentle it’s like she’s asking permission.
I lace my fingers in her hair, softer this time, and deepen our kiss.
“That’s it,” Sebastian murmurs, voice low and velvety. “Show him how sweet you taste.”
She smiles against my lips and I let go slowly, my fingers trailing down her neck as she sits back up.
Her hand drifts over my chest, down my stomach, and curls around my cock. Then she guides my tip through her wetness, teasing me, before slowly pushing me inside. I groan as she sinks down, so hot and slick I can feel every pulse of her around me.
My hands glide up her body until I find Sebastian’s arms wrapped tight around her waist. I keep them there, wanting to feel them both. Her softness, his heat.
Then they start to move. Sebastian’s body steering hers from behind, making her rise and fall over my cock in waves, his legs pressing into mine.
I can’t believe how he’s making it feel. Like… like he’s the one to—
“Does he feel good, baby?” Sebastian murmurs, and she answers with a low, needy “mmm”.
“Wanna take more of him?”
Sebastian’s arms tighten around her as he pushes her down to take more of me, and I buck my hips, making both of us moan out loud.
“You feel so good,” I breathe as Sebastian keeps moving their bodies over mine, his pace gradually increasing.
The moans and whimpers that once drove me mad now only make me want more. I begin moving with them, thrusting up to meet every push as Sebastian forces her deeper onto me.
“Yeah, she feels real good, doesn’t she?” he says, voice low and full of heat.
So do you.
His voice makes me want to feel him as much as her, and I let go of her waist to instead press my palm to his stomach. The feel of his muscles working beneath my hand sends this unexplainable heat through my whole body.
Without thinking, I spread my fingers to feel more of him, and my thumb grazes the side of his cock where it’s caught between his stomach and her back. I drag it along the side until I feel the smooth, rounded beads of his piercings pressing against the pad of my thumb.
This time, I don’t stop.
I press deliberately against one of the piercings — not hard, just enough to make it dig into him, just enough to let him feel it.
His breath stutters, cock twitching under my touch.
The heat under my skin coils tighter. I want to do it again. I want to wrap my whole hand around him and see if he moans.
“Fuck,” he groans, low and sharp. “Do that again.”
Fuck… he liked that.
I drag my thumb again, slower this time, tracing the length of one barbell, teasing the metal where it sinks into his skin… then I press down, firmer now, just to feel him jolt.
Sebastian groans again, deeper now, and his hips roll forward like he’s chasing the touch.
“Sebastian…” It slips out of me before I can even stop it, needy and breathless, and I thrust my hips a little harder into his girlfriend, making her whimper.
“Fucking hell…” he breathes, like he’s about to lose control.
Suddenly, he tips her forward, and her hands land on my shoulders for support. I feel him follow her down, one hand hitting the bed beside me, the other still locked tight around her waist.
“Fuck her, Ominis. I’ll hold her.” His voice is rough, almost commanding.
I can’t believe I’m fucking my best friend’s girlfriend. I can’t believe he’s asking me to.
I brace my hands on her thighs and start thrusting into her with force, making her moan my name just as needily as she did his.
Our breaths mingle, her face so close to mine.
Then she leans in and kisses me, deep and hungry, her tongue sliding over mine like she’s starving.
I thrust up harder and she whines into my mouth.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe quickly. “Too much?”
“No. Just don’t come yet,” she pants shakily against my lips.
Then Sebastian shifts back and I slow down, still inside her. I feel him moving, wedging his knees between my legs, making me spread around him. His hand slides up my thigh, slow and deliberate, before trailing over to his girlfriend.
My cock twitches, and I nearly beg for his hand to come back.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” he murmurs to her, voice low and thick with heat, as he bends to place a soft kiss between her shoulder blades.
Ready for what? What’s he doing?
“Yes,” she breathes, a smile in her voice.
Then a jolt courses through me as I feel Sebastian slowly slide his cock against mine, coating it in her juices. My mind just tilts.
I barely have time to register the sensation of his piercings gliding against me before he grabs himself and pushes his cock into her pussy right alongside mine.
“Fuck, Sebastian!” I groan, startled by the sudden motion. I wrap my arms around his girl, pressing her tight against me as she whines into my neck, almost painfully.
Fuck, that noice…
I nearly thrust up just to hear it again, but I clench my jaw and force myself not to.
“Shh, shh, shh,” he soothes her, his voice unexpectedly gentle. “You can take it, baby. I’ll hold still, let you adjust.”
But his ragged breathing gives him away, I can hear how badly he wants to just slam into her. Instead, he slowly strokes his hand over her back as she whimpers and tries to adjust to taking us both. He’s only a few inches inside, but I can feel her struggling.
I’m panting, completely overcome by the feel of his cock against mine.
“You okay, Ominis?” he murmurs, his hand drifting back to stroke my thigh.
“Yes,” I breathe, my cock twitching at his touch, and I know he feels it. They both must.
I can’t believe this is happening.
Then her lips start trailing hot, sucking kisses along my neck and I moan at how good it feels. I tilt my head and slide my hand into her hair to gently press her closer.
Sebastian seems to take that as permission and starts to move.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispers, as he starts to make short, careful thrusts that slowly push him deeper inside.
The combined sensation of his girlfriend on my neck and his thick, hard cock sliding against mine inside her insanely tight pussy makes me almost forget how to breathe.
“You ok, love?” he whispers, voice hot and heavy, and she whimpers against my neck.
“Deeper, Sebastian…” she pleads, rocking her body back against him.
“You sure?”
“Yes..!” she whines, voice trembling with need.
I feel him guide my hands to her waist, and I grip her firmly. His hands close over mine, and together we hold her steady as he pushes all of himself inside.
I groan and drop my head back onto the mattress as his girlfriend whines and writhes on top of me.
“Sebastian…” I moan, unable to stop myself from bucking up into her, filling her so completely.
Fuck, this feels so good…
Sebastian groans and we both start moving together. When he slides out, I push in, over and over.
“Ominis…” she moans breathlessly against my chin.
She’s so soaking wet it’s practically streaming down my thighs.
“You’re doing so good, honey,” I whisper, missing her lips and instead kissing the corner of her mouth. “So fucking good.”
With every thrust, his balls rub against mine — slick from her — and it’s driving me out of my mind. I’ve never felt anything this fucking hot. For a moment, all I can hear are the obscene wet noises mingling with our grunts, moans, the ragged breaths.
My mind is overloaded, every nerve screaming — her writhing on top of me, breasts pressed into my chest, hot breath brushing my jaw — and Sebastian’s hands locked over mine as he slides his cock against me again and again.
“Your piercings, Sebastian— fuck!” I growl, thrusting harder into her to feel the ridges of his jewelry press into my cock.
Sebastian lets out a low, breathy chuckle. “You like them, huh? Yeah, I knew you would. Saw it in your face that day you touched me.”
“What..?” his girlfriends breathes, turning her face towards him.
“Nothing, baby,” Sebastian says, and I feel his hands leave mine to instead land on the bed as he bends over her.
“You’re so good for us, sweetheart, taking us both like this,” he purrs, kissing her shoulder and fucking into her fast and hard.
I match my pace, noticing how her breath is quickly becoming more shallow as her body begins to tense above me.
“Keep going. We’re gonna make her come,” I pant, gripping her hips as we both slam into her with force.
Her whole body seizes, one hand twisting the sheets beside my head, the other clutching hard at my shoulder — and we don’t stop.
We both keep fucking into her, deep and hard, as she falls apart between us, shaking violently and screaming out our names.
“Sebastian!! Ominiiiis!! Fuck! It doesn’t—it doesn’t stop—!” she sobs, hips jerking as the waves keep crashing over her relentlessly, pulling another cry from her throat every time we thrust.
If I thought she was wet before, it’s nothing compared to this — she’s soaking us both.
“You’re so good, baby—so—” Sebastian’s voice cracks. The last word falls apart in a groan, lost in the way her pussy keeps clenching around us, milking every inch.
A sharp jolt of heat rushes through me, tension winding tight like a coil.
“Fuck, Sebastian, I— I can’t—” I gasp, breathless.
His hand claws at my side like he can’t get enough of me.
“Then come with me,” he growls, low and desperate. “Come with me, Omi—fuck—ever since I felt your hand on my cock, I’ve wanted to feel you against me like this.”
His confession rips through me like lightning. My spine arches off the mattress as I come, hard and hot.
“Bastian…!!” I growl, pumping thick, pulsing streams of cum deep into his still-shaking girlfriend.
A split-second later, he slams deeper with a guttural roar, his body jolting as he spills his release all over my cock.
“Fuuuck! Fuck!” he growls, voice raw and thick with pleasure.
His fingers dig bruises into my skin as his orgasm crashes over him. We keep thrusting into her through the aftershocks, tangled and breathless, our cum mixing inside her until the waves finally begin to fade.
My heartbeat’s still pounding. I feel her breath against my neck and carefully curl my fingers into her hair to press a soft kiss to her temple.
“You were incredible, sweetheart,” I murmur, warmth spreading through my chest. “So good for us.”
And then, before I even know what I’m doing, my hand is reaching for Sebastian. My fingertips graze his jaw, tracing up to his cheekbone. His skin’s so warm, damp with sweat.
When my fingertips brush his cheek, he turns and presses a soft kiss to my palm. A moment later, his fingers wrap around mine, guiding my hand closer and pressing it more firmly against his lips — and my heart actually stutters.
Please tell me I’m not falling in love with this moron.
Then he licks a wet trail up my palm and my index finger, finishing by taking it into his mouth. I let out a shaky exhale, feeling the dazed smile spread across my face.
Fuck, I’m in love with this moron… Oh, this is going to be absolutely insufferable.
Just then, his girlfriend does a feeble wriggle and whimper, wanting us to move.
Sebastian shifts back, sliding out of her, and I feel our cum starting to seep out.
He groans and collapses onto the bed beside me, and I gently help his girl off me and roll her onto my other side.
I stay on my back and bend my arm at the elbow to lightly trace her face with my fingertips as she snuggles close.
“Did you like it?” she asks, voice low and carrying the warmth of a smile.
I smile softly, mind still hazy. “Yeah, I really did. You were so good.” I turn my head to kiss her nose, then ask, “Did you?”
She answers with a low “mmm” and presses her lips to mine for several slow, sweet kisses. When we break apart, she whispers against my lips, so low that Sebastian can’t hear.
“Are you in love with my boyfriend, Ominis?”
She doesn’t sound angry. Just warm, calm. Like she already knows the answer.
Either I’m too exhausted to be startled, or just too tired to deny it, but after a beat I whisper back.
“Yeah… I think I am.”
The moment I say it, I feel a sting in my chest.
He’s her boyfriend. My best friend. And I’ve gone and fallen in love with him.
“Please don’t steal him from me,” she whispers so softly.
The words hit harder than I want them to. Like something cold and heavy settles in my chest.
He was never mine to have.
I gently brush my fingertips over her cheek.
“I won’t.” I breathe, and I mean it. But the words silently break something in me.
It feels like letting go of something I never really had to begin with.
For a moment, there’s only silence between us, soft and still. And then she speaks again, her voice still quiet, but steadier now.
“You can borrow him… but please don’t steal him. I’d rather share,” she whispers.
Then she leans in and kisses me, soft and slow, and something flickers in my chest. I don’t mean to smile, but I do.
Maybe I like her more than I thought.
“What are you whispering about?” Sebastian asks, gently sliding his hand onto my chest as he turns to me.
She chuckles softly, her breath warming my collarbone as she playfully murmurs, “You’re both mine now.”
Sebastian lets out a quiet laugh, and I find myself smiling too. Not because it’s entirely true… but because maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it were.
His hand start drifting up, over my chest, my neck, then my jaw. Then his thumb drags slowly across my chin before brushing against my lip.
I press a featherlight kiss to his fingertip, suddenly unsure if what just happened between us was just a moment of heat and impulse… or if it meant something more.
For a long time, we lie there without speaking.
To my right, I hear her breathing deepen. She shifts, rolling onto her back beside me, her thigh still grazing mine. A moment later, she sighs, long and content, then goes still, slipping into sleep.
I stay awake, my pulse still too fast and my mind spinning. I don’t know what this night will mean for us — for me and Sebastian, or for the two of them. I don’t know if we crossed a line, if we stepped into something none of us can take back.
Sebastian’s still on his side, facing me. I feel the weight of his hand resting on my chest, his breath on my shoulder. Every so often, his fingers shift softly, stroking my skin like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.
I lie there, my skin tingling under his touch. Part of me wants to turn toward him, to feel more of him. But then another thought surfaces…
My right hand twitches slightly where it rests against his girlfriend. Slowly, I let it trail down her side, over the curve of her hip, until I reach the mess between her legs.
She’s still slick. Soaked, even. And not just from me.
He and I, mixed inside her. Dripping.
The thought makes something twist low in my gut. I slide my fingers between her folds and gently press, slow and careful, pushing our cum back into her.
She doesn’t wake, only shifts with a soft sound. Sebastian’s hand stills against my chest. I know he’s watching now, his breathing shallower, more careful.
I draw my fingers out again, slick and warm, and smear the wetness between them, feeling how hot and thick it is from both of us.
Then his hand slides around my wrist, guiding my fingers to his lips. A second later, I feel the wet heat of his mouth closing around them.
One by one he sucks them clean, slow and deliberate, and I swear I feel it in every nerve of my body.
I turn my head toward him, breath caught in my throat, lips parted. I can feel him — the weight of his gaze, the shape of his mouth, the heat of his breath.
Then he slides his hand back onto my chest and kisses me. Slow this time. Like he means it. And I taste it on his tongue — me, him, her. But underneath that… something else.
I weave my fingers into his hair and pull him closer, deepening the kiss.
His hand then starts to move. Slowly he slides it down. Over my ribs. My stomach. Lower.
I shiver, already hard again. He gently wraps his fingers around me, and I twitch in his hand, breaking the kiss with a soft gasp slipping past my lips.
I can’t speak. My chest is too tight. My hips lift slightly, almost on their own, like my body can’t help reaching for more.
He strokes me once. Slow. Testing. Then again. And again.
Gods, I want this so bad… Want him.
My eyes fall shut, breath heavy and thick with need, and for a moment — just a trembling second — I let myself believe he wants me too.
A soft sound slips from me as I hold him close, fingers tangled in his hair, his mouth still brushing mine. Everything else falls away. It’s only this. Only him.
Please, let this be real…
“Sebastian…” I whisper, voice cracking as I slowly thrust into his hand, chasing more. Needing more.
He shifts closer, his other hand sliding beneath the back of my head. His chest presses into my side as he leans over me, warm and solid. I arch into him, pausing only for a second before I kiss him again, and his lips part like he’s been waiting.
He keeps going, a little faster now, like he knows exactly what I need. His palm slides down, then drags back up, thumb brushing over the head to gather slick. Each time he slides his hand higher, his fingers tighten just slightly around the sensitive ridge, making my whole body tremble.
I’ve never felt anything like it. His hand is bigger than mine. Rougher. I can feel his strength in every stroke.
A soft, shaky sound slips from him as he starts grinding against me, slow and rough, like he wants this just as bad, like he can’t stop himself. He’s hard again, cock thick and leaking against my thigh — and the thought alone almost send me over the edge.
The pleasure builds fast — too fast — heat coiling tight in my gut, burning through my chest as he moves with me.
“Bastian…!” I gasp, fingers curling in his hair, hips thrusting, desperate for him to keep going.
His grip tightens just slightly, his wrist twisting just right. I feel his stuttering breath against my lips, his voice low, barely more than air.
“Come for me, Ominis.”
And I do. I fall apart for him, completely. My hips jerk and I crash my mouth into his, hot and hungry, moaning against his lips as I spill across his hand, my whole body shaking under his touch.
He slowly strokes me through the aftershocks, his fingers slick with my release.
I lie there, chest heaving, head spinning with heat and everything I’ve been too afraid to feel. I swallow hard. Then the words slip out, before I can stop it, before I can even breathe.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
Silence. His hand stills on my stomach, still holding me. A second passes. Then another. Panic washes over me.
“Fuck, I shouldn’t have— I didn’t mean—” My heart pounds. “Shit, this is gonna ruin everything, isn’t it?” I whisper, trying not to wake his still-sleeping girlfriend.
He doesn’t answer at first, and I wish more than ever that I could see his face.
Then his hand moves. He slides it slowly up my chest, smearing my cum as he goes, until his palm comes to rest over my racing heart.
And his voice, low and rough, murmurs beside me.
“You think you’re the only one who’s been afraid of wanting this?”
Before I can reply, his lips press to mine, tongue slipping into my mouth, and my heart stumbles in my chest.
Fuck. This really is going to be insufferable, isn’t it?
Story summary: You challenged Sebastian to a duel. He lost. He ends up with a pierced dick, a bruised ego, and way too much tension to handle. What was supposed to be revenge sex turns into something more... and messier. Think secrets, feelings, and one very jealous roommate who was never really sleeping.
Two whole fucking months without sex, thanks to that goddamn bet with that goddamn girl.
She has no idea what she started that night, the pain I’ve had to endure. Not just physically, but mentally. The taunting remarks about my dueling skills. The crude jokes from the guys about my “mangled” dick.
But tonight. Tonight I’ll get her back for all of it.
She told me so herself. “When you’re all healed up and good to go, I’ll let you test your new aesthetics out on me.”
Oh I will, sweetheart. I will.
Fuck, I haven’t even jerked off these past few weeks, all to make sure the piercings healed right. I’m about ready to explode.
And our secret make out sessions hasn’t exactly helped.
We’ve always had this friction between us, but after that kiss at the piercing studio things changed. The teasing insults suddenly got a lot sharper, and the dirty looks a lot more heated.
One day I must’ve pushed too far, or maybe she was just in one of her moods, but off she went. Started yelling about how arrogant and condescending I apparently am.
As if she doesn’t love it.
After a few minutes of being yelled at, I got tired of it. So I pinned her to the wall and shoved my tongue down her throat.
And that’s how we ended up making out in the south wing storage room. And pretty much every other closet or broom cupboard this academy has to offer.
I’ll never admit it, but she makes me feel things no other girl ever has.
So what if I push her a little extra? She has no idea how fucking hot she is when she’s mad. If it hadn’t been for these damn piercings, I would have had her weeks ago.
Fucking bet.
Who the hell bets something like that anyway?
She might have beaten me at that stupid duel, but let’s face it — if I hadn’t been drinking she wouldn’t have stood a chance.
It had hurt like hell to get it done, but I have to admit, they do make me look kinda wicked. And the feel of them, when my cock is all hard and I run my hand over it… Let’s just say tonight will be interesting.
It’s just past four now, and I’ve finally made it out of the last lecture of the day. Whose bright idea was it to schedule the slowest, most mind-numbing class on a Friday afternoon? Torture.
On my way back to my room I keep an eye out for her — through the hallways, the courtyard, the common area — but no luck. Guess she got off early and is hiding in the library or working at the student café as usual.
That is unfortunate though, I was hoping to run into her. After all, it’d be good if the girl I’m planning to fuck actually shows up. And for that to happen, well... she kinda needs to know about it.
I push open the door to the room I share with Ominis, only to find him dead asleep on the floor surrounded by scattered books and crumpled up parchments.
Two beds, a small couch and two comfy desk chairs — and he still sleeps on the floor. I swear, the guy’s part cat or something.
I give him a light kick on the shin, making him jolt awake, and throw my notebook on the desk.
“Oi. Wake up.”
“Bastian..? What… time is it?” Ominis mumbles, voice thick with sleep.
I’ve never met anyone who sleeps as heavily as Ominis, he always looks completely disorientated when he wakes, like he’s not even sure what year it is.
“Almost four-thirty. You comfy down there?” I chuckle.
“Mm. Sunspot. Got cozy,” he yawns. “Must have drifted off.”
I’m telling you, part cat that one.
I lean back against my desk and watch him gather his books, dumping them in a pile on his usual mess of a desk.
It’s funny — people tend to see Ominis as stiff and haughty, I suspect it’s because he’s always so impeccably dressed and still speaks in that upper-class, snobby accent his family taught him. But the Omi I know and grew up with is actually quite messy, and funny as hell — his snarky humour is unrivalled.
Not to mention — he’s lazy. I notice he’s wearing my hoodie again. Would it kill him to send his own things down to the laundry once in a while? Or maybe even buy his own hoodies? Merlin knows he can afford it, but he claims he’d never wear something so undignified.
Yet, I always find him wearing mine.
I can’t help the smile tugging at my lips at his appearance, though. His hair’s a ruddy mess — probably from running his hand through it too many times while studying — and my hoodie is at least two sizes too big for him.
He’s even wearing the grey sweatpants I bought him for Christmas in a desperate attempt to force som comfy clothes into his wardrobe.
“You know, if you were half as relaxed out there as you are in here with me, you would have a lot more visitors in your bed,” I tease with a grin.
For a blind guy, Ominis sure has mastered the art of contemptuous looks, like the one he’s throwing me right now.
“What?” I say defensively. “Girls like messy and laid-back. It’s more inviting than—“
“Than what, Sebastian? Proper attire?” he snaps. “I don’t need more visitors. We don’t all aspire to run a BnB out of our dorm, you know.” He yanks the hoodie off and tosses it on my bed.
Well, someone woke up on the wrong side.
Looks has always been a sensitive subject with him, but what’s with the sudden attack?
“Come on, it’s been what — two and a half months since I last had a girl in here? And you’ve never complained before,” I mutter, snatching the hoodie off the bed and hanging it over his desk chair. Say what he wants — I know he’ll want it later. “You were always dead asleep anyway…”
He scoffs, and I glance back at him — just as my eyes do this involuntary dip down his bare torso.
Lean muscles. Pale skin.
I look away fast.
What the hell was that about?
We’re close enough that I can see the icy shards in his pale eyes as he frowns, visibly annoyed and completely unaware of whatever my eyes just did.
“I’m not complaining about your hookups,” he mutters. “I’m just saying that maybe not everyone is comfortable roaming the halls in sweats, a t-shirt and unruly hair.”
I glance down at myself.
How the hell did he know that’s exactly what I’m wearing?
When I look back up he’s running a hand through his hair again, this time in attempt to smooth it down.
“Just— Let me,” I say, reaching up to comb my fingers through his blonde strands. Then, my eyes do that thing again — though this time they land on his lips.
For a split second, that night flickers through my mind — the one I try hard not to think about — and heat creeps up my neck.
Fuck, I need to get that girl in my bed A.S.A.P. It’s clearly been way too long.
“There. Looking as proper as ever,” I mumble, and go to sit on my bed, grateful that he can’t see the flush creeping up my face.
I glance back at Ominis who seems completely unbothered. And why would he be? I do stuff like that for him all the time. Always have. He’s my best friend — we share everything.
“Thank you,” he says quietly, fingers toying with the thin silver chain around his wrist.
“Hey, speaking of…” I start, “Would you mind maybe being somewhere else tonight?”
He’s quiet for a second. Too quiet. Then his hand drifts over the back of the chair until his fingers find the hoodie. He grips it lightly, running his thumb along the fabric in that absent, searching way he does when his mind is elsewhere.
“Oh,” he finally says. “So it’s happening. I take it you’re all healed, then?”
“Yeah,” I grin. “I think so.”
The tiniest smirk appears on his face.
“I’d better find somewhere to sleep, then. No way I’m sticking around to listen to you exact your revenge.”
I chuckle and get up to leave.
“Well, I’m heading down to the café,” I say. “She’s probably working, and I gotta find her. Wanna come?”
“Find—? Wait, she doesn’t even know yet?” Ominis says, shaking his head in disbelief.
“As if she’ll say no. It was her idea!” I argue. “And after all those secret make out sessions, she’ll be desperate for it — trust me.”
“Maybe not as desperate as you,” Ominis snorts, and I scoff in mock-hurt.
Then he adds, dry as ever, “At least change into real pants, will you?”
“What—? There’s nothing wrong with— She likes this!”
All I get is silence, and that pointed look of his stupid arched eyebrow.
“Fine,” I mutter, and open my closet.
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Looking proper has always been a big deal with Ominis. It’s strange, but I think it’s his way of compensating for the blindness in some way, like if he can’t control how he sees the world, at least he can control how the world sees him. Personally, I think life would be easier for him if he just relaxed a little. Let people see the real him for once.
But when we reach the cafe, he’s in his usual crisp shirt and black trousers, and I’m in my navy blue slacks. The snug T-shirt stayed on, though. She’s always running her hands over my chest and arms when we fool around so why not give her a little preview of what’s waiting tonight.
Ominis sets off to find the guys to see if he can crash with one of them, and I make my way to the counter where she’s busy stacking plates and cups. I’ve barely said hello before she turns me down.
“Not now, Sallow. I’m busy,” she mumbles, throwing sideways glances as if to check that no one’s listening.
What is it with her and keeping this secret?
“You won’t be all night,” I tease, voice low and suggestive. “When do you get off?”
My cock twitches at the irritated scowl she gives me and I let my eyes sweep over her fine curves.
Damn, maybe I should just drag her into the back room and have her right now.
“Nine,” she answers curtly, but I catch her eyes trailing over my arms and even though she tries to hide it, I see the rosy color creeping up her cheeks.
I smirk and very deliberately lean forward on the counter, casually flexing my muscles and making my veins bulge the way I know she likes.
“Come to my room tonight,” I say with a slow grin. “Time to make good on that promise, sweetheart.”
For a second she stops, before quickly busying herself with refilling the napkins.
“Can’t, I’m busy,” she says, pointedly not looking at me.
The fuck? She’s been all over me for weeks and now she’s suddenly not interested? Look — our push and pull, back and forth has been fun, but I’m wound way too tight to play this game right now.
I jump the counter and grab her chin, forcing her to look up at me. Fuck, even that little gasp of hers is enough to make my blood rush south.
“What’s the matter, love? Too good for me all of a sudden?” I say, voice low, lips a breath from hers. “I sure was enough two nights ago, when you dragged me into that broom closet…”
I firmly press my lips to hers, expecting her to squirm away like she always does when I try kissing her in public. This time is no different.
“Seb, I’m working,” she breathes, wriggling away, but she’s so small I easily tower over her.
I grab her hips and push her back against the stainless prep counter.
“Why are you so intent on keeping this a secret? Are you ashamed?” I ask, staring her down.
Don’t know why she’d be ashamed, though. I mean, not to brag, but half the girls in this café would kill to be in her spot.
“No… It’s not— It’s just— I’m working, ok?”
I take a beat to look at her, and then it strikes me.
“Are you afraid I’ll hurt you?” I ask more softly. “Baby, I know I said I would, but that was just pain and adrenaline talking.”
My words of that day echoes through my head, “I’ll make it hurt for you, you bitch.” Maybe not my finest hour. Though in my defence she’d been laughing as some guy shoved a needle through my cock.
She avoids my eyes and instead settles her sight on the hand she has pressed to my lower stomach.
“No… I’m not— I don’t think you…” her words trail off as she nervously fiddles with the fabric of my shirt.
What is going on? Usually she’s so witty and now she can’t even finish a fucking sentence, let alone look at me.
Then she gently sneaks her hand up my t-shirt to stroke my abs and I inhale sharply at the unexpected touch.
Man, this girl has no idea of the effect she has on me.
Her fingers curl, sinking her sharp nails into my skin, and another thought comes to mind.
“Or maybe that’s what you want,” I murmur against her ear. “You want me to be rough with you, sweetheart? That what gets you wet?”
I tighten my grip on her hips and grin when her breath catches in her throat.
Yeah, there’s no way she doesn’t want this.
Fuck, maybe I’ll just lift her up on the counter and take her right here.
In the periphery I see her friend Kat approach — the weirdo with all the face piercings.
Hell, in all honesty, I guess I’m a weirdo too now, aren’t I?
The wide-eyed look Kat gives us tells me it’s time to leave. No way I’m sticking around for whatever girl-drama that’s about to go down.
I slide my hand behind my girl’s neck, tilt her face up to mine and say, “Come to my room tonight. We’ll do it however you like, just… come. Okay?”
Then I turn to head out of the café, only to spot Ominis. He’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking like he’s been there a while. He’s wearing that same unreadable smirk he always does when he knows something I don’t.
I narrow my eyes. “What?”
He doesn’t say a word — just raises that insufferable eyebrow.
“What?” I snap again, stepping toward the door. “She didn’t say no!”
“She didn’t exactly say yes either,” he hums as he falls into step beside me.
I shoot him a glare. That damn smirk. I just wanna wipe it off his face.
“She’ll come,” I say, maybe more to myself than to him, as I push the door open.
Ominis shrugs. “Maybe. Or maybe she’s just a tease, and you’re just desperate.”
I scoff. “Yeah? Let me know when my hoodies and the sunspots start moaning your name.”
That finally earns me a chuckle — low, infuriating — but he doesn’t say anything else. Just walks beside me with a self-satisfied smirk.
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She hadn’t looked happy when I left her to deal with Kat, but it’s not my fault she never told her friends about us. They were bound to find out some time.
Still… something about it gnaws at me. I don’t know why she’s so hellbent on hiding this. Not like it matters, though.
I mean, we’re just hooking up. That’s all.
Yeah, okay — there was a time, back when we first started at the academy, that I thought maybe we could be something. We went on a few dates, but for some reason… she just pulled away.
It’s fine. I’m fine. The flirtatious bantering has been fun, and it’s not like I expect tonight to suddenly change anything.
I’ve been sitting on the edge of my bed for a while now, watching the minutes tick by.
I glance at the clock again. An hour late.
I exhale and drop back against the headboard, glaring up at the ceiling.
Fuck, I feel so stupid.
I had changed the sheets and cleaned up the whole damn room, including Ominis’ disaster of a desk. I even lit some candles because it’s cold tonight, and I know from experience that girls like it warm.
And now she’s what— decided to stand me up?
I’ve never done this kind of thing for anyone else. Why the fuck do I even bother?
I sigh, tugging at the strings of my sweats, eyes drifting around the room. I’d gone with sweatpants and nothing else — screw Ominis and his lectures on ‘proper attire’. I know she loves me in sweats. And it makes everything more… accessible.
Another glance at the clock.
Is she seriously not coming?
Maybe Ominis was right. Maybe she is just a tease. He’d said it with that smug tone, but there was something else beneath it too. A flicker of… hope? Like he wanted her to back out. Maybe I was mistaken. What would it matter to him?
About twenty minutes later, I get up to blow out the candles. Apparently she’s not coming, and I sure as hell don’t need candlelight to jerk off.
What I do need is some kind of relief, even if I have to handle it myself. Otherwise there’s a real chance I’ll jump Ominis tomorrow. He who claims nothing I do surprises him anymore…
Bet that would.
Right before I’m about to blow out the first candle, there’s a quiet knock on the door. I go to open and there she is.
Fuck. One look at her and I forget every reason I was angry.
“Can I come in?” she asks rather timidly.
No, I’m gonna invite you here and then turn you away like I’m not horny enough to—
“Yeah, come in,” I say, stepping aside.
Her arm brushes mine as she enters and even that fleeting touch is enough to make my cock twitch in anticipation.
I shut the door and turn to find her standing in the middle of the room, eyes moving from candle to candle before settling on my bed.
“You… You did all this for me?” she asks softly, finally facing me.
“Well, yeah,” I shrug. “I just… wanted it to be nice. In case you were, I don’t know. Nervous, or something.”
Why the hell is this so awkward?
This isn’t us. Normally we just work each other up with teasing and taunting until one of us snaps and we end up in a closet somewhere.
Maybe that’s what this needs, a little friction.
I walk up behind her, sliding my arms around her waist, and whisper in her ear, “I knew you’d come, love.” I brush my lips against her neck, and she slowly tips her head to invite me in.
“I saw that lingering look back at the studio, remember? I know you were just dying to know how good I’d feel inside you.”
She suddenly draws a sharp breath and pulls away.
“What?” I ask, probably looking just as confused as I feel.
“I— You can’t just— It’s—“
Oh, come on.
“I, you, what?” I snap, throwing my hands up. “What the hell is with you today? It’s like you’ve forgotten how to talk! Hot, then cold — it’s impossible to know what you want!”
“Don’t you dare yell at me!” she fires back, arms crossed and that damn adorable frown on her face again.
“You yell at me all the time!” time!” I shout, stepping closer without even meaning to.
“I do not!”
“Yes, you do!” I’m all worked up now, heat rising in my blood. “That’s what started this whole thing! Is that why you came here tonight, just to yell at me some more?”
I can barely focus with her standing this close, flushed and furious and so fucking gorgeous. I glare down at her, jaw tight, hoping to Merlin she doesn’t notice how hard she’s gotten me.
“No! I came here to—“
“Fuck, right?” I cut her off. “Well, way to set the mood for that.”
“I didn’t come here to fight, I didn’t start this!” she snaps, storming toward the door. “You’re so fucking arrogant, Sebastian!”
“Don’t you dare,” I growl under my breath, reaching out.
I catch her wrist, spinning her back to face me. Her breath catches — just for a second — and her eyes flick to mine. No way I’ve come this close just to lose her again. If this is how it ends, I need answers this time.
“Why were you late tonight? And why the hell have you insisted on keeping us secret?”
She huffs angrily and looks away.
“I wasn’t sure I wanted this, alright!”
My eyes narrow as I glare at her. Does she really think I’m buying that?
“You’re lying. You’ve happily been fooling around with me for weeks!” I shout. “And now you’re— what? Saying you didn’t realise that this is where it was heading? This was your idea!”
The angry blush on her cheeks is visible even in the faint glow of the candlelight. Fuck, she’s so pretty, it’s not fair.
“Why have you kept us secret?” I demand. “Are you ashamed to be messing around with me?”
“No, I’m not ashamed!” she shouts back. “I just— I didn’t want my friends to find out, alright?” Her voice falters. “They’d be… teasing me.”
“Teasing you? For what?” I ask, still angry, and thoroughly confused.
“For being with such an arrogant, cocky prick!” she spits.
That stings more than it should.
“No,” I growl. “That’s not it. There’s something you’re not telling me, I can feel it!”
I take a step forward but she plants her hand on my bare chest, stopping me.
“I’m not hiding—“
“Yes you fucking are! Tell me!”
“I just didn’t want—“
“Stop lying!”
“I’m not—“
“Tell me!”
“I’m in love with you, you idiot!”
The air leaves my lungs.
Did she just say… she’s in love with me?
“…What?” I say, barely audible, her words having knocked the fight right out of me
She’s still got her hand on me, fingers curled against my chest, eyes firmly planted on the floor. I can feel her trembling.
“You’re in love with me?” I say, barely breathing.
There’s a pause, then she slips her hand away, and I immediately miss the warmth. With eyes still glued to the floor, the words just start tumbling from her mouth.
“Yes, okay? Fuck. I’m falling in love with you. And I wasn’t lying. I didn’t know if I wanted this to happen, because if it did, I’m afraid this would all be over. The teasing, the flirting, the kissing… And I’m not sure I could take just being another one of your conquests.”
The silence that follows is deafening, but I just stare. I can barely comprehend anything she’s said since “I’m in love with you.”
Without even thinking I close the small distance between us and pull her into me. The surprised yelp she makes gets swallowed as I crash my mouth onto hers, kissing her deeply, fiercely.
My pulse hammers in my ears and I can’t form a single coherent thought. All I know is the way her hands start dragging up my arms, her fingers tangling in my hair, her scent filling my head, the taste of her tongue against mine.
With my hands around her waist I start clumsily walking us backwards in the direction of the bed, and she follows without hesitation.
I don’t break the kiss until the backs of my legs hit the mattress. “I’m in love with you too,” I murmur, my voice unsteady. “Fuck, I’m so in love with you.”
“You’re—?” she starts saying, but I cut her off.
“Yes.” My hand fists in her hair. She gasps this soft, surprised sound as I press hungry kisses across her jaw, her chin, down her neck, chasing the taste of her skin.
Then her hands are everywhere — my hips, my back, my shoulders.
I’m all yours baby, take what you want.
I grab her and turn, bringing her down with me onto the bed. Her nails rake across my back like she’s scared I’ll disappear — and fuck, I love it.
I nudge her to make her shift higher onto the bed, and she complies. Hovering above her on my hands and knees, I pause for a second to take her in.
The fire in her eyes burns stronger than I’ve ever seen before, lips slightly parted as her breath catches in her throat.
My eyes dip down to her heaving chest, and fuck if my cock isn’t fully throbbing now.
I slip my hand under her top and hold her gaze, asking silently if I should slow down. She just lightly bucks up into my touch.
Then her hand closes around the back of my neck, dragging me down into a wet, open-mouth kiss. The other clutches at my arm, spurring me on.
A choked moan slips out of me when my hand finds her perfectly rounded breast, and the fact that she’s not wearing a bra sends my mind reeling. I stroke my thumb over her stiff nipple and the sound she makes, so low and sinful, nearly undoes me.
“Sebastian…” she groans against my jaw, her voice wrecked with need.
Fuck, this is going too slow.
I shift back on my knees and grab the hem of her top, tugging it up. She sits up to help me, arms raised, and I strip it off to toss it on the floor. Then I just stare.
Fuck.
All those heated kisses, the grinding, the teasing — none of it compares to seeing her like this. Half-sitting on the bed, breathless and flushed, one hand braced behind her as I tower over her, straddling one of her thighs.
Then she trails her hand over my chest and all the way down to where my sweats are hanging loosely over my hips. When her fingertips traces down my v-line I actually shiver.
Then she gently starts stroking me through the soft fabric, slowly running her thumb over the piercings.
“Can I see it?” she asks quietly.
I’ve momentarily lost my ability to speak, all I do is nod.
She slips her fingers inside the waistband, slow and teasing, and pulls it down, until my cock springs free.
She inhales softly, and I can’t stop myself from smirking.
“Like what you see?” I murmur, echoing my words from the piercing studio.
Her hand wraps around me — light at first, then firmer — and her thumb swirls over the tip, spreading the precum already there. She looks up at me with a wicked little smile, eyes burning.
“Yes.”
Oh man. I am so gone.
That one word wiped the smirk clean off my face. I swallow hard as her eyes drop down to my now achingly hard dick.
With the slick now gathered on her thumb, she slowly drags it along the underside of my cock, carefully feeling — massaging — every piece of metal embedded in my skin.
The sensation is so amazing I close my eyes and actually whimper.
Fuck.
“How does it feel?” she murmurs, voice like velvet.
“Good,” I manage, barely above a whisper. A dazed, dopey grin pulls at my lips but I don’t care. “Really good,” I breathe. “It’s like… this extra tug… when you…” I trail off with a shaky moan as her thumb circles the tip again, only to go back down, teasing the piercings.
I’ve never been this turned on in my life. If I had a single coherent thought left, I might be embarrassed by how desperate I must look right now.
“Sit back,” she says gently, already shifting aside. I move without hesitation, settling against the headboard and stuffing a pillow behind me for support. She climbs between my legs, and when she tugs impatiently at my sweats, I lift my hips to help her slide them off.
The second they hit the floor, her lips are back on mine, kissing hard, hungry, completely wrecking my self-control. I claw at every inch of skin I can reach, dragging my fingers over her ribs, her waist, the curve of her back.
I’m just about to make a comment on how unfair it is that she’s still half dressed while I’m completely naked, when her lips leave mine, and she starts kissing her way down. Down my throat, my collarbone, the center of my chest.
I feel like my whole soul’s on fire, every touch of her lips blazing hot on my skin.
I drop my head back on the headboard and close my eyes, letting her name softly fall from my lips. I’m so dizzy with want, all I feel is her.
Then she licks a slow, wet trail along my v-line — and I snap my eyes open, looking down.
I let out a throaty moan when I realise where she’s heading and swear under my breath.
“Fuck, babe— ahh—”
I watch as she takes me into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock. Careful at first, then deeper.
I feel her tongue swirl around the piercings, like she’s tasting them, exploring every ridge.
I draw a sharp breath through my teeth, fists clenching in the sheets. My hips twitch, aching to thrust, but I force myself to hold back.
My hand weaves gently into her hair and she looks up at me through her lashes.
Just then, she does this rolling motion with her tongue, hitting all three of the barbells in perfect succession, again and again, pressing them into the sensitive underside of my length.
My breath stutters. “Fuck— Baby, that’s so good, that’s so— ahh—“
I push up, instinct taking over, fucking her tongue without meaning to, my cock twitching with every stroke. My hand knots in her hair, and it takes everything I have not to spill already.
This is ridiculous, she’s barely had me in her mouth for more than a few minutes and I’m already struggling to hold back.
Maybe if I slow down, try thinking of something else… But all I hear in my mind is “I’m in love with you” and my cock throbs again.
Nope, can’t do this.
“Wait, wait,” I pant, pulling her off my cock by her hair. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I can’t— It’s just, it’s been too long—“ I ramble. But she only smiles and crashes her mouth onto mine, letting me taste my own salty bitterness on her tongue.
“Take these off,” I pant, tugging at her pants.
“Always so impatient, aren’t you, Sallow?” she teases, but I’m not playing anymore.
That wicked smile never leaves her lips as she rises to her knees and strips.
“Fuck yeah, I’m impatient, I’ve wanted this for a year now,” I confess while pulling her into my lap, straddling me. “And don’t call me that.”
With a hand in her hair I pull her down into a kiss, while I use the other to massage my way up her thigh.
“What do you want me to call you, then?” she murmurs between kisses.
“Master…?” she whispers teasingly, and I groan.
My cock twitches and I feel it drip onto my stomach as I dig my fingers deeper into the soft flesh of her thigh.
Omi was right, she’s a damn tease alright.
With my hand around her neck I press her lips hard to mine, and she gasps into my mouth as I push my thumb between her folds.
Fuck, she’s as wet as I am hard.
I feel her nails dig sharply into my chest as I drag my thumb up and down her clit, her body moving to meet my touch.
“Looks like you’re a bit impatient too, sweetheart,” I grin slyly.
I twist my hand and push it between her thighs with the intention to ease her open a bit, but before I can reach her entrance, she stops me.
“Don’t,” she whispers against my lips, and I look at her questioningly, her face just above mine. “I wanna be as sensitive as possible when you… I wanna feel everything.”
Oh fuck.
“Are you sure…?” I ask, voice low and strained. “You know I’m quite—“ I tilt my head and arch my eyebrows meaningly but she just nods and does that cute little thing where she bites on her bottom lip.
“Alright then.” I swallow thickly and slide my hands around her back, pulling her closer until her soaked heat is dragging across the underside of my cock.
We both groan at the friction. She rolls her hips again, slower this time, deliberate, and her mouth parts in pleasure.
“The… the piercings… they—ah…”
She doesn’t finish, she doesn’t need to. I feel it. That soft tug as her clit drags over them, sending a shiver straight through me.
Fuck, I can’t wait a second longer, I need to feel her. Now.
I slide my hand to the inside of her thigh and nudge, she lifts just enough for me to guide my cock to her entrance.
I meet her eyes, searching for hesitation, but all I see is hunger. And then she starts to sink down.
We both moan as I push past her tight entrance, slow and deep, every ridge of metal dragging deliciously along the way.
Right now, losing that bet feels like the best fucking thing that ever happened to me.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I groan, voice cracking with restraint as my eyes fall shut.
She leans forward, pressing her forehead to mine, her fingers curling behind my neck. Then she starts to move, rocking her hips slow and steady.
“Sebastian…” she moans, my name falling from her lips like a plea.
“Can you feel them?” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
She doesn’t answer with words, just this breathy little “mmm” that shoots straight through me, making me wanna abandon all caution and just fuck her.
“Want me to go deeper?”
“Yes… yes,” she whispers against my lips, voice trembling with want.
I tighten my hold on her hips and drive my cock deeper into her, burying myself to the hilt.
“Sebastian—!” she gasps, her head tipping back, lips parted.
“Shit— did I hurt you?” I ask, not daring to move even though my cock is begging me to.
“No, no… just… don’t stop,” she breathes.
I exhale a shaky groan and pull her up only to drag her back down again, filling her completely.
A soft, broken sound tears from her.
“Yes… I feel them…” she breathes, voice thick with pleasure.
She starts rocking her hips again, meeting my slow thrusts, while steadying herself with a hand on the headboard and the other tightly gripping my shoulder.
It feels so good to have her naked body grinding on mine, her warm skin glowing in the flicker of candlelight. And damn, the way those barbells dig into my cock every time I slide inside, sending sparks through my every nerve.
Maybe it’s just been too long, or maybe it’s the piercings, but every squeeze of her pussy, every flutter around me, has me right on the fucking edge.
I wrap my arm around her waist, fucking up into her, unable to hold back any longer. She’s so tight it makes me swear under my breath, every squeeze milking another snap of my hips.
Her perfect tits bounce with every rock of her hips, and I don’t even think, I just lean in and lick over one nipple, slow and firm.
Let’s see if you’re the sensitive kind, sweetheart.
She moans my name, louder this time, and I feel her clench hard around me. The sudden squeeze makes the metal press deeper into my cock in a way that tightens every muscle in my body. But I’m not done with her yet.
Grinning, I take her nipple into my mouth and suck hard, drawing another cry from her lips.
“Fuck, Sebastian—! Harder!”
Not sure if she means her tits or her pussy, so I give her both. I thrust up harder into her, deep and forceful, while sucking her nipple like I want to devour her.
The effect is instant. She snaps her hips against mine and grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my face against her breast like she needs me there.
Fuck yes, princess, use me.
I glance up from under my lashes and I’m met with the most wrecking sight — flushed cheeks, hazy eyes heavy with lust, lips parted, panting like she’s seconds from falling apart.
Shit, I’m not gonna last much longer.
I slide a hand between us and press my thumb to her clit, and she lets out this whiny, broken sound as she starts grinding harder against my hand.
It doesn’t take more than a few strokes until her breath turns choppy and I feel her thighs begin to clench on either side of me. She’s close, I can feel it in every tremble, every twitch of her body above mine.
Letting go of her nipple, I drag her face down to mine and crush my mouth against hers in a wet, desperate kiss.
“Say it again,” I breathe against her lips. “What you said before. I wanna hear it.”
She knows exactly what I mean.
“I’m in love with you,” she pants, and my cock twitches violently inside her.
“Fuck…”
A drop of sweat slides down my temple as my whole body starts to tense, my breath heavy against her chin.
Then she says it again, voice shaky and breathless.
“I’m in love with you, Sebastian. I’m in— I’m—” her voice breaks into gasps, breath quickening, body tensing, until finally— “Ahh, I love you, Sebastian!”
She comes around me, soaking wet and clenching hard with every wave, heat and pressure tightening around every inch of me.
Fuck—the piercings—
My eyes roll back.
It’s too much. I— I have to—
My mind goes white. Every last shred of control shatters. All I can think — all I fucking want — is to fill her up with my come.
I grab her hips hard, not caring if I leave bruises, and slam into her once—twice—hard. Then my whole body seizes. I groan, loud and broken, as I spill deep inside her.
My head falls back, jaw tight, feeling every pulse of my release as it floods her.
She collapses against me, breath shaky, lips parted, and we stay like that — her forehead resting on mine — while we just breathe.
When I start to regain control of my body, I lace my fingers in the back of her hair and gently press my lips to hers.
“I love you too,” I murmur against her mouth. And the way she smiles, all flushed and dazed and completely fucked-out, sends this pulsing warmth right through my chest.
When the hell did I turn into such a softie?
“Are you okay? They didn’t hurt, did they?” I ask, nodding toward the piercings.
She shakes her head, eyes soft. “I’m okay. Are you? How did it feel?”
I chuckle, brushing a kiss over her lips. “Real damn good,” I murmur.
My cock starts to soften and slip out, I feel the slow drip of come follow. She shifts like she’s about to move off me, but I wrap an arm around her waist and push her gently back down, following until she’s stretched out beneath me, and I’m half draped over her.
I tilt her face toward mine and the candlelight flickers in her eyes, soft and still hazy.
So fucking beautiful. And so finally mine.
As we lie tangled together, her hand drifts to my neck. At first I think she’s just caressing me — until I feel her nails dig into my skin, hard and deliberate.
I inhale, caught off guard.
Fuck, what—?
“You marking me, love?” I grin.
“I want your skin to remember me,” she murmurs, then leans in and bites just below my jaw. Not a love bite — a real one.
The sting of it shoots straight to my cock, even though I just came.
Fuck, yes… Keep biting, sweetheart, mark me properly.
She smiles and shifts against me, one leg curling between mine, her fingers lazily tracing the fresh mark she’s just made.
Just as I reach to pull the covers over us, she kisses me slowly, deeply, and I tighten my grip around her waist.
Then, with her lips still against mine, she murmurs, “Next time… let’s see what this mouth of yours can really do.”
I freeze, breath caught in my throat.
Did she just ask me to—?
Her sleepy eyes meet mine, and that wicked little grin tugs at her lips like she knows exactly what she’s done.
My cock twitches again, aching — like it’s already begging for round two.
I let out a strangled laugh, breathless and absolutely wrecked.
This girl’s gonna be the end of me.
“Just… wake me up when it’s ‘next time,’ alright?” I say with a devilish grin.
She chuckles low, then darts her tongue out to lick across my bottom lip — and something in me snaps.
I pull her flush against me, lips grazing her ear.
“Actually… why wait?” I whisper. “Spread your legs for me, princess.”
Story summary: You challenged Sebastian to a duel. He lost. He ends up with a pierced dick, a bruised ego, and way too much tension to handle. What was supposed to be revenge sex turns into something more... and messier. Think secrets, feelings, and one very jealous roommate who was never really sleeping.
You had only gone out for a couple of drinks with your girlfriends when, somehow, you found yourself back at the academy — at a party with none other than your frenemy, Sebastian Sallow.
You had known him for a year now, since you both started at the Oak Wand Academy together. At first, you’d been curious about him — those dark curls and that charming smile drawing you in, not to mention his strong arms and muscular build.
But you’d soon come to realise he was nothing but arrogant and cocky, always insisting on calling you sweetheart and love in that patronising way of his.
Your peers had grown used to your strange friendship — always harassing and throwing insults at each other whenever you crossed paths in the corridors. There was always tension between you, and oh, how you loved to hate him.
You spot him now, joking and doing shots with his usual crew — or followers — including that haughty looking Ominis Gaunt.
Having no energy for either of them tonight, you gesture for your friends to join you in the seating area at the back of the dimly lit room.
For a while you have a really nice time, laughing and sipping drinks with your friends.
Unfortunately, your seat has you facing the wall, and you don’t see them approach.
Suddenly you hear it — that husky voice of his, warm and smug, close enough to catch the faint trace of his scent.
“Well, won’t you look at that.” He hunches down, arms braced on the backrest right beside your head. “Didn’t know you were here, love. Are you avoiding me?” he teases.
You sigh and glance at him from the corner of your eye. “Yes,” you state plainly.
“Aww, but I’ve been missing you so badly,” he sneers. “Guess you’ve been busy hanging around these oddballs, huh?” He nods towards your friends, though his gaze lingers on you a second longer than it should.
You turn to glare at him, his freckled face dangerously close.
Your friends are not oddballs. Sure, one of them has tattoos winding down her legs, and the other has a few piercings scattered across her face, but they are the sweetest girls you’ve ever met.
“What is your problem?” you snap.
“Oh, careful, Bastian. Think you hit a sore spot there,” one of his cronies sniggers.
Sebastian chuckles and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, knowing full well he pushed a button. “Mmm,” he hums. “But you’re so cute when you’re angry, love,” he says, like an insult wrapped in sugar.
“Shut up,” you bite back, silently blaming the drinks for robbing you of your usual sharp tongue tonight.
His friends laugh — Sebastian along with them — and even Ominis allows himself a faint smirk, the warm, pulsing light of his wand catching briefly across Sebastian’s cheek.
Then Sebastian slowly drags a finger along your jawline, gaze flicking from your lips to your eyes. “Or you’ll what, sweetheart?”
Before you can stop yourself the words slip out. “I’ll duel you.”
A low ‘Oooo’ ripples through his little group of admirers.
“A duel it is!” he calls, loud enough for the whole room to hear, straightening to demand everyone’s attention.
Sebastian is a well-renowned duellist, having won the national championship with his club three years in a row. No one ever dares to challenge him.
And suddenly you feel everyone’s eyes on you, a thick, loaded hush falling over the low-lit room.
But you don’t so much as blink. Instead, you glance at your girlfriends with a slow, smug smile — one they return knowingly.
The truth is, while Sebastian loves to show off and be praised for his skills, you’ve never craved that kind of attention. Meaning that no one — except your friends — really knows of your years of training.
To excited cheers and applause, you both step out onto the floor. With a flick of your wands, the furniture moves neatly against the walls.
“Let’s make this interesting, shall we?” Sebastian says, pacing back and forth before you like a predator testing its prey.
You arch an eyebrow.
“If I win…” His gaze makes a quick, deliberate dip down your body. “…you suck my dick.”
His gang erupts in whistles and jeers.
Glancing at your friends, you huff out a laugh.
He always got so daring when there’s alcohol in his system. Then, an idea sparks.
“Fine. But if I win… you get your dick pierced.”
He stops in his tracks, eyes widening at your sheer audacity.
His friends spur him on, shouting, “It’s an easy win!” “Show her who’s boss, Sallow!“
Ominis says nothing, but the faint curl of his mouth says enough.
Sebastian smirks at them, feeding on the attention.
“Sure,” he huffs. “It’s not like you stand a chance anyway.” He leans in close, his voice dropping just for you. “Can’t wait to feel those luscious lips wrapped around me, sweetheart,” he taunts, licking the corner of his mouth.
His self-assurance pisses you off immensely. As does the way he looks at you, making you wanna lick his lips for him.
“Actually, since you’re so sure, why don’t we up the stakes?” you say coolly. “If I win, you get a frenum ladder.”
His brows draw together. “A what?”
“A frenum ladder,” you repeat, tilting your head with a wicked little grin. “Three piercings in a row… like a ladder along your shaft.”
For the first time, his smile falters. You can see the dilemma flicker behind his eyes — he can’t back down now, not with everyone watching, eagerly anticipating his next move.
“Fine.” He says at last, a dark gleam replacing the hesitation. “But if I win, I get to tie you up and have my way with you.”
You scoff at the request. “You’re on.”
The crowd roars as you take your places.
“What’s it gonna be, Sallow? Pleasure or pain?” you call over the noise.
He raises his wand, grinning. “Pleasure, love.”
─ ༻ʚ♡︎ɞ༺ ─
Not even fifteen minutes later, the duel is over. Sebastian lies sprawled on his back, the air knocked out of him and a look of pure shock on his face.
“Guess that means I win,” you grin down at him. “That’ll teach you not to patronise me, Sallow.”
His friends rush in to help him up while the rest of the crowd goes back to their partying.
You’re too busy celebrating with your friends to catch Ominis’ dry attempt at comfort: “Well… it can’t be worse than the Cruciatus curse.”
Nor do you see the dread on Sebastian’s face as realisation hits him.
─ ༻ʚ♡︎ɞ༺ ─
The next day at noon, you stroll down the corridor toward the boys’ dormitories, humming to yourself. You stop outside the room Sebastian shares with Ominis and knock.
A moment passes before the door creaks open to reveal Ominis. His hair is on end, and he’s wearing the expression of someone deeply regretting last night.
“Hi,” you say, a bit hesitant.
“Bastian, it’s for you,” he mutters, already turning to shuffle back to his bed, where he collapses with a soft groan.
From somewhere deeper in the room, you hear Sebastian groan as he gets up. A few seconds later he appears, wearing nothing but pyjama bottoms. He leans on the doorframe, arms folded, and you immediately feel your cheeks grow hot.
“What?” His voice is rough with sleep.
Like Ominis, he looks thoroughly hungover — hair a mess, eyes heavy-lidded.
“I’m here to remind you of the bet,” you say.
He rolls his eyes. “It was just a silly bet. Something to entertain the boys.” His hand grabs the edge of the door as if to shut you out. “Go away, I’m tired.”
You quickly step between him and the door, suppressing the urge to put a hand on his bare chest.
“I don’t think so,” you say. “If I’d lost, you would’ve made sure I paid up — and have the whole school know it.”
He narrows his eyes, clearly not in the mood for your usual sparring.
“She’s got a point,” comes Ominis’ drowsy voice. “Don’t want to be branded a coward, do you?”
“Whose side are you on?” Sebastian hisses into the dark room.
He glares at you, but you just stare right back.
“Fine,” he says reluctantly. “Tell me when so I can get back to bed. I need my rest, woman.”
“I booked you an appointment at three-thirty,” you say brightly.
“What, today?” he asks, suddenly wide awake.
“Yes, today,” you smile sweetly. “Meet me in the entrance hall at three-fifteen and I’ll take you to the studio. Why don’t you bring Ominis along for support?”
“Wouldn’t miss this for the world,” you hear from the darkness.
Sebastian looks all but pleased.
“Oh, and you might want to drink some Pepperup Potion beforehand,” you add. “I imagine the experience is bad enough without being hungover.” You grin and start walking away, leaving him staring after you.
“Some friend you are,” you hear him mutter to Ominis before closing the door.
─ ༻ʚ♡︎ɞ༺ ─
You arrive at the studio right on time, explaining to the piercing artist — Josh — exactly what you want done.
Sebastian paces the small space, clearly restless, his gaze drifting over the framed photos on the walls with an expression of deep disdain.
When Josh tells him to take off his trousers and underwear and sit, he turns and scowls at you.
“Come on, Sallow. Off,” you say, savouring every second of his obvious discomfort.
“The faster you get it off, the faster this’ll all be over,” Ominis says from where he leans against the wall, looking both relaxed and amused.
“Do you think you could enjoy this a little less?” Sebastian snaps.
“Not really,” Ominis replies with a low chuckle.
Sebastian reluctantly strips, then sinks into the reclined chair. Your eyes dip, lingering just a second too long, and for a moment, you almost wish you had lost.
“Like what you see?” he smirks, raising an eyebrow at you.
“I— I wasn’t—“
“Oh, yes you were,” he cuts in, looking far too pleased with himself.
You catch the subtle smirk on Ominis’ lips, but the tension around his eyes makes it clear he’s not entirely amused anymore.
Before you can think any more of it, Sebastian’s attention shifts as Josh rolls his stool over, setting a needle and three silver barbells neatly on a tray.
Josh disinfects the area, marks the placement, and calmly explains the process and aftercare.
Sebastian swallows hard, his face pale. He looks like he’s gonna pass out. Feeling a tiny bit sorry for him, you step behind him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“Alright, breathe slowly and it will be easier for you,” Josh says, picking up the needle.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Sebastian shouts as Josh brings the needle to his skin.
He looks up at you with pleading eyes.
“Fuck, come on. Really?”
“You lost, Sallow. Time to pay up,” you say, gently combing your fingers through his hair.
His jaw flexes. Then he turns back and gives Josh a curt nod to get it over with.
“Relax and breathe,” Josh reminds him.
“Aarrghhh—fuck!” Sebastian yells as the needle pierces his dick, hands gripping the seat so hard his knuckles whiten.
From his place against the wall, Ominis chuckles, voice dry. “Oh, that sounded like it hurt.”
You snort, unable to help yourself.
Sebastian’s eyes flash, his voice a low growl. “Wanna trade places, Gaunt?”
Josh only gives a faint shake of his head. “You gotta relax, man, or you’re gonna pass out,” he says calmly, putting the silver barbell in place.
Sebastian shoots him a murderous look, breath ragged.
He slams his head back against the chair and glares at you. “I fucking hate you,” he snarls, the outburst more wounded than cruel.
You stroke his hair, slow and soothing, grinning as you imitate the condescending tone he so often uses on you. “I know baby, I know.”
But secretly, you can’t help but feel a bit bad for him.
“Alright, ready for the next one?” Josh asks.
Sebastian gives a short nod, fingers already curling into the chair.
“And breathe,” Josh says, bringing the needle to his skin.
Sebastian does not breathe. He tenses up, knuckles going white as he growls in pain.
“Oh, stop whining,” Ominis smirks, rolling his wand through his fingers. “It’s hardly the end of the world.”
“One more word out of you and I’ll curse you, you fucking traitor,” Sebastian spits at his friend.
Josh puts the second barbell in place.
“Now, now, calm down,” you say and step to the side of his chair. Leaning down so you’re face to face, you whisper, “How about this — when you’re all healed up and good to go, I’ll let you test your new aesthetics out on me, mm?”
If looks could kill, you’d be dead on the floor.
His hand shoots up to grip your throat, pulling you close until your noses almost touch.
“I’ll make it hurt for you, you bitch,” he hisses with all the venom he can muster.
A bead of sweat slides down his temple as he breathes heavily into your face. For once giving in to your impulse, your tongue darts out to lick at his lips.
“Going in for the third,” Josh mutters, long past trying to get Sebastian to relax.
Sebastian then crashes his mouth onto yours, his pained growl muffled by your rough kiss.
Once it’s done, he releases you with a slight shove and exhales hard. Josh puts the last piece of jewellery in place, and Sebastian slumps back, exhausted.
He catches you from the corner of his eye and lets out a dark, venomous laugh. “Oh, I’ll make you regret this.”
You smile, biting your lip.
Whether a threat or a promise, you find that you don’t really care.
Synopsis: Sebastian can be a very dark lover. When your toxic relationship has not rejoined, and he finds you are with another, there is no hiding that darkness.
Sebastian Sallow x FemaleReader
WC: 2.4k
18+, aged up characters, DARK seb, possession, mentions of drinking, rough smut, forced cucking?(LOL), killing
DT: @crucioveins thank you for your request & patience. i hope this fulfills your request!
Sebastian Sallow sat perched on the edge of the barstool, his knuckles rhythmically tapping against the sweating glass of whiskey. Each soft knock was in time with the song playing in the background of his thoughts.
The liquid hadn’t moved for ten minutes.
It had officially been two weeks since he and her—you, had called it quits.
It wasn’t official, at least, it wasn’t supposed to be. These separations never lasted. That was the pattern: passion, explosion, and the inevitable return. It was always messy and magnetic. Toxic, yes. But it was you and him. That’s just how it worked.
So, he waited. Expected the knock on his door, a fiery argument that would end with you bent over the nearest surface as he apologized in the only language he’d mastered.
But that knock never came. The days ticked by. The silence stretched.
And the inevitable started to feel like a fucking fantasy.
Sebastian didn’t do missing. It wasn’t who he was. He was all sharp edges and darkness, not heartsick longing and empty bedsheets.
For the first time in his life, he was unraveling. And instead of sadness, all he felt was anger.
Then, as if the universe wanted to piss on the remains of his patience, a blur of red locks entered his peripheral and stumbled into the seat beside him.
Of course. Weasley.
He didn’t even look over. Just stared harder at the worn groove on the counter.
“Listen Weasley,” Sebastian’s muttered, tone deeper than disinterested, “I’m really not in the fucking mood—“
“Sallow!” Garreth slurred, loud enough to draw a few looks. “Merlin mate, why’re you sitting here brooding like you’ve been dumped at the altar?”
Sebastian shut his eyes. Now was not the time. He’d barely held himself together all day. The irritation was already bubbling, crawling behind his ribs.
Garreth laughed, ignoring the annoyance written all over his freckled face. He clapped a hand on Sebastian’s shoulder far too familiarly. “She’s moved on fast, hasn’t she?”
Sebastian’s jaw clenched so tight his molars ached. His finger twitched on the glass, tightening with a force that had the bartender glancing over in concern. He didn’t need a name, he knew exactly who she was. And she had been occupying his mind for the past fourteen days.
He turned his head slowly and spoke in a dangerous tone. “What do you mean?”
Garreth barked another laugh, entirely unaware of the fire he’d just ignited.
“Didn’t see? Seriously?” he gestured sloppily to the door. “She was just here! Left with some guy. Hands all over her. They definitely went off to shag—“
The rest of the sentence died in the air, because Sebastian lifted the glass and downed the entire drink in one searing gulp. He slammed it back down so hard it rattled the bar and nearly cracked the base. The bartender swore. Garreth jolted back.
He stood, eyes flat and unblinking as he flung his coat over his shoulder. The sound of tossed Galleons clattered across the counter for his drink before he was moving.
The moment the pub door opened, cold night air slapped his skin. He welcomed it, breathed it in like it would steady him.
It didn’t.
Instead, the fury riding in his bloodstream twisted, and with a violent crack of magic, Sebastian vanished from the night.
A pop of apparition landed him hard in front of your flat, and the alcohol turned bitter in his stomach. Sebastian ignored it, letting his boots hit the ground and carry him forward. He did not hesitate when he reached the door, just shoved it open with a forceful slam of his hand.
Unlocked. Of course it was.
Reckless girl.
Always so trusting.
He’d scold you for it later—after he caught you.
The flat was dim, only a slanted golden light seeping down the stairs from your bedroom. The floorboards creaked as he stalked through, passing the delicate chaos of your heels by the door. Black. The ones you only wore when you wanted something.
He ground his teeth. You always wore them for him, but tonight, you wore them for someone else.
The first step on the stairs was slow, preparing himself for what he was about to find. Then, as if he needed more justification, he heard it.
A sound he knew as well as his own heartbeat.
Your moan.
It was not a gasp of genuine pleasure—he could tell. There was no tremble in your voice or any real hint of desperation. Barely an echo of what you’d given him a hundred times before.
An unholy grin split across his face.
Oh, you wicked little thing. You were faking it. Putting on a show. Pretending anyone else could make you feel half as good. What was this? A cry for attention?
Or even better…a lure?
His cock twitched in his trousers, heat pooling fast and hungry at the thought of his sweet girl being so damn disobedient. Something possessive curled deep in his chest, which sent him up the stairs, two at a time.
When he reached the top, another soft half breath, half lie slipped from your lips.
The door was ajar, just wide enough for him to see what you’d laid out for him.
There you were. Sprawled out. Topless. Your back arched. That beautiful mouth parted, as your thighs were spread wide and inviting.
And that blonde fucker between them.
Sebastian’s stomach turned to ice.
The man’s head was buried in your neck, rutting against you like some beast in heat. His gaze followed the bloke’s hand as it slid over your still clothed core. He watched the way your hips didn’t even twitch when he touched you.
Fucking pathetic.
You weren’t even wet. He could see how dry the fabric was from the doorway.
Still, Sebastians fists clenched at his sides, knuckles burning white as his entire body stilled.
Because someone else was still on you. His girl. Fuck the breakup. Fuck the semantics. You were his—and you knew it.
Your eyes opened.
Those gorgeous, sinful orbs of yours locked onto him instantly. In a single breath, Sebastian watched it all flicker across your face.
Shock.
Guilt.
Desire.
A slow, familiar smirk curled onto your lips just as he registered the shimmer of arousal in your pupils. He’d suspected it before, but this only confirmed it.
You wanted to be caught.
Maybe not immediately, hence the shock, but the situation seemed only more gratifying to you.
Sebastian didn’t waste another second. His hand drew his wand with terrifying grace as he stepped fully into the room.
“Depulso.”
The spell ripped the bastard from your body and hurled him across the room where he crashed into the adjacent wall with a brutal crack on impact. The floor shook from the force of it. He gasped, once, before Sebastian’s magic twisted again, pinning him to the wall with a bone-snapping grip.
“Silencio.”
No screaming or begging, Sebastian wasn’t in the mood for noise. Just the welcome silence of a man who’d made the fatal mistake of touching what didn’t belong to him.
Sebastian advanced toward him, his wand twirling between his fingers. He gave him a glance—just a glance—and the man paled like he’d seen death.
This made him laugh. Because he hadn’t.
Yet.
Sebastian turned, slowly, facing you fully once more.
You had scrambled slightly, dragging a sheet across your body. It wasn’t in fear, no, he saw through that act instantly. You were playing innocent. Sweet. Timid.
His brat.
And now, it was time to deal with you.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, cocking his head slowly to the side. His voice was deceptively calm. “Wanted to see me unravel? Get desperate? Lose control?”
You didn’t even get a chance to reply. He was already climbing onto the bed.
He moved slow, predatory. His dark brown eyes didn’t leave yours for a second. The tension between you stretched like wire pulled taught.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he whispered, close enough to let his finger brush your flushed cheek. The touch was tender. The look in his eyes was not. “You wanted me to find you. Didn’t you?”
Your throat bobbed as you swallowed hard.
“Words,” he snapped. “Use them.”
“Y-Yes,” you breathed.
With that, he crashed his mouth onto yours in a desperate kiss. It was all teeth, tongue, and fury. He half expected you to fight back, you had been a little brat this whole time—ignoring him, seeking others—but you didn’t. You melted.
It had been far too long since he had any taste of you, so he savored the feeling of punishment and regret it brought.
You pulled back slightly, lips red and swollen, breathing heavy.
“But what about the—”
“Still thinking of him?” Sebastian cut in, venom lacing every syllable. His hand slipped between your thighs without hesitation. “Let’s change that.”
He shoved the fabric concealing you aside, exposing you fully. His gaze dropped to the slick shine coating you. You hadn’t been wet before. Now, you were thoroughly soaked.
With two fingers, he spread your folds and dragged one slow deliberate stroke through your center. The sound that tore from your throat was real this time. Just for him.
He smirked, so incredibly dangerous.
“There she is,” he murmured. “My filthy little thing. Moaning for the right man now, aren’t you?”
In one rough movement, his hands gripped your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. You gasped as he yanked your hips up until you were arched perfectly for him, knees wide, back dipped, your ass in the air.
He pulled your underwear completely down with a hungry groan.
“Don’t worry,” he muttered darkly. “He’ll still get a show.”
Sebastian’s hand flew to his belt, snapping it open before yanking his zipper down. His pants and boxers dropped just enough for his cock to spring free, already leaking for you. He gave himself one stroke, then glanced at the man on the wall.
The blonde bastard had turned away.
Coward.
“Oh no,” Sebastian said, his voice tinged with a dark laugh. “You don’t get to look away.”
He jerked his wand, and the man’s head twisted back towards the bed as the shimmer of magic forced his gaze forward.
“You’re going to watch me fuck her.”
You whimpered as he circled your entrance with the tip of his cock, teasing you for only a second before he filled you with one brutal thrust.
Your thighs trembled violently as he gave you no time to adjust, beginning to thrust into you with relentless force.
Sebastian groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder as your walls clenched around him like you were trying to trap him inside.
“Fuck—yes,” he snarled. “That’s it. There’s my perfect fucking pussy.”
He pulled back and slammed into you again, and again, setting a pace that had the bed rattling against the wall. Reminding you who exactly you belonged to.
He loved the way your breath caught in your throat. The way you couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think from how instantly drunk you were on him. All you could do was allow your body to rock with every punishing snap of his hips.
“Say it,” he demanded, voice wrecked with lust. “Say you’re mine. That no one could ever fuck you like this.”
You didn’t answer fast enough, so his hand came down and collided with your ass, hard enough to make you cry out. Without missing a beat, he reached out and fisted your hair, yanking your head back.
“Say it.”
“I’m yours—!“ you choked out. “N-No one could fuck me like this.”
“Good fucking girl.”
He shoved your face back down into the bedding and continued to rut into you at a pace that had your moans turning to sobs from the sheer, overwhelming pleasure.
There was something so intoxicating about ruining you like this in front of audience. Especially one who thought he had a chance.
Sebastian’s arm wrapped around your waist where he shoved his hands between your legs again, circling your clit roughly in time with his thrusts. You clenched around him, that familiar feeling bubbling in your lower stomach.
“You’re going to come on my cock while he watches,” Sebastian hissed in your ear. “Let him see that pretty fucking face you make when you fall apart.”
With the hand still in your hair, he pulled just enough to tilt your head toward the man still pinned on the wall. The blonde was flushed in embarrassment. Humiliated out of his depth.
That did not stop your orgasm from crashing into you without mercy. Your entire body seized, your walls pulsing around Sebastian, as a perfect moan tore from your lips.
With a strangled groan, Sebastian followed, spilling deep inside you. Both hands flew to your hips as he emptied every last drop, then pulled out with a slick, filthy sound. He watched, breathless, as his claim seeped down onto your thighs.
Not for long.
His fingers reached up and shoved his release back inside. You whimpered at the intrusion, which only made him chuckle darkly.
Just as quickly, his hands gentled. A kiss was pressed to your shoulder, and in the next moment, you were scooped into his arms, being carried from the room like something precious.
Because you were.
Though rough, and basked in darkness, he still had an incredible soft spot for his girl.
Sebastian brought you into the bathroom, setting you down gently into the bath he’d drawn for you with the flick of his wand. You looked so beautiful with your flushed skin.
He kissed your forehead once.
“Stay here,” he whispered.
Someone still had to be dealt with.
Sebastian zipped his trousers and stepped back into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
He smirked at the sweating, trembling, utterly pathetic man still fastened to the wall.
“I hoped you enjoyed the show.”
He raised his wand.
“Avada Kedavra.”
The Killing Curse struck with a green beam that snapped through the air and latched onto the blonde’s chest. For one suspended second his body seized before it crumpled to the floor in a tangled mess of limbs. With another flick of his wrist the corpse vanished like it never existed.
