This winter has been brutal, and youâre out of options. So, with teary eyes, you take your best goat into the woods, hoping for some pity from whatever god finds you.
A/N: This first chapter was written without continuation in mind, and youâre completely free to enjoy it on itâs own! Itâs written in second-person POV where the subsequent chapters are in first-person.
(Cis Female Reader x Male Forest God)
Tags: NSFW, Brief mentions of animal death, mentions of blood, Vaginal Fingering, Nipple play, Vaginal sex
Sebastian x Ominis x f!MC - (NSFW) - 4.5k words - ao3 link
Shameless smut, first part here â°(*Ž`*)âŻ
âThis is the second time weâre watching her sleep, itâs getting a little creepy at this point, isnât it?â
âWell, Iâm not watching anything.â Ominis retorted, twirling a small lock of her hair in his fingers, his movements soft and gentle, cautious not to rouse her.
âYes, and what an unlucky bastard you are.â Sebastian cheeked, tracing over her silhouette under the covers, the soft linen hugging her curves. If he had a bit less self-control, heâd be tugging the fabric down to stare at her properly, but she looked far too precious sound-asleep that itâd break his heart to wake her.
âItâs nearly noon,â Sebastian frowned, shifting to glance at his watch laying on the bedside table. âMaybe youâre right, we pushed her too far last night.âÂ
âWeâll make it up to her today.â Ominis assured, leaning down to place feather-light kisses on her bare shoulders peeking out from under the covers. She was so soft and warm, he wanted to sink into her skin and live in bed with her forever.
Soon enough she stirred from the contact, a sleep-drunk smile breaking out on her lips, as if sheâd just woken from the sweetest of dreams. The sight made Sebastianâs heart swell until he simply couldnât help himself and was leaning down to place a kiss on her lips before she could even fully wake.
âHappy Christmas, darling.â Ominis murmured in her ear from behind her, barely concealing his own smile at their sleeping beauty finally waking. She turned to face him, smiling even wider as she received the gentlest wake-up call sheâd ever received in her life, the both of them working to coax the sleepiness out of her with tender kisses and caresses.
âWhat do you want to do today?â Sebastian asked, intertwining his fingers with hers and brushing his thumb over her knuckles. âIt snowed a mountainload last night, we could go sledding.â He leaned in close, his voice hushed in her ear. âAnd team up to pummel Ominis with snowballs.â
She grinned at the suggestion, but Ominis beside her looked far from amused. âIâm blind, not deaf.â He scorned before inevitably breaking into his own smile. âWeâll have some breakfast and open presents first.âÂ
âI havenât gotten you gifts.â She gasped, frowning at the realization.
âHow despicable,â Sebastian teased, feigning great offense. âDonât worry, I have plenty of ideas of how you can make it up to us.â
Ominis rolled his eyes, restraining himself from hitting the brunette on such a holiday. âYouâre already our gift.â He placed a kiss to her forehead reassuringly. âDonât you worry your pretty little head about it.âÂ
She smiled affectionately at the blonde, wondering how she managed to get so lucky. They made her feel so warm and syrupy inside, like she might drown in how much love they showered her in. They had always cared for her throughout their friendship, but this kind of doting was on another level. Sebastian placed kisses to the knuckles of each one of her fingers, admiring how small her hands looked in his and she felt Ominisâ hand splayed over her waist, big and warm over her skin, his thumb rubbing soft patterns on her hipbone.Â
She wanted to reciprocate this kindness. Wanted to make them feel just as adored as she felt, wanted to worship their skin the way they worshiped hers all of last night and this morning. They were both still clothed on either side of her, while she was naked under the sheets wrapped around her, a realization that sparked her determination even more.Â
She leaned into Ominis, her lips pressing against his. He melted into the kiss with little resistance, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. He smiled in amusement against her lips when he noticed her fingers coming up to work at the buttons of his shirt. âWhat are you doing, darling?â
âI wanted toâŠmake you feel good.âÂ
âYou already make me feel good.â He stilled her hand, placing a kiss to the inside of her palm. âYou donât have to do a thing.â
She frowned and Sebastian noticed her disappointment, leaning in to whisper in her ear. âHeâs saying this now, but if you move those little hands of yours a bit more south, what do you think youâd find?â Sebastian instigated, letting go of her hand that was still tucked in his and coaxing her to touch him.Â
She trailed her hand down over the blondeâs chest slowly, feeling the ridges and taut muscles defined beneath his shirt. He opened his mouth to protest yet again, but as soon as she reached the front of his trousers, it was as if he had lost the ability to speak. She was surprised to find him so achingly hard already, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants.Â
âHeâs been running his hands over you all morning while you slept,â Sebastian informed in another whisper against her ear. âHeâs just too shy to ask for what he wants.â
She smiled to herself at this revelation, unsteady fingers tracing over the stiff length in his trousers, exploring him gently. She had felt how big he was pressed behind her, but pressed against the palm of her hand he felt even thicker.
âYou really donât have toâ Gods,â Ominis groaned at the touch, his eyelids fluttering and his resolve faltering, his hips instinctively coming up to meet her touch. Her eyes were fixed on his face as she palmed him through the fabric, on all his reactions. On the way his cheeks tinged pink and how easily he unraveled with just the lightest of touches. He was clearly very pent-up from not getting any release last night and she craved desperately to give him that relief.
âYou can touch him more, itâs alright.â Sebastian continued his encouragements, just as enraptured by the sight in front of him as she was. She was nervous about how she should touch him, if she was doing any of it right. Sebastian noticed her apprehensiveness, taking her hand in his and guiding it to the button of Ominisâ trousers, coaxing her to take him out. âIt wonât bite, I promise.â He chuckled.
She fumbled with the buttons before finally getting it open and Ominisâ breath hitched in his throat at the action. Sebastian dipped her hand inside slowly and she was surprised to find how warm he was to the touch, a bead of precum making her fingers sticky when she ran a thumb over his head.Â
â Oh â t-thatâs,â Ominis keened at the touch, his lips parting at the sensation of her fingers wrapping around him, stroking him ever-so softly. She looked up at him through her lashes, enamored by the sight in front of her, how he seemed to melt in her hand.
She couldnât help but admire with great adoration how pretty he looked, his features pinched in pleasure, when she barely had even touched him. Sebastian couldnât help but admire how pretty the both of them looked, his eyes fixed on their expressions as she slowly got the hang of pleasuring him. He watched with a soft smile on his face as her wrist moved up and down on his length, her little fingers struggling to even wrap all the way around him. He was already painfully hard from just watching and found himself rubbing against her from behind, his erection pressed against the small of her back.
âYouâre doing so well,â Sebastian murmured in her ear. âLook how good youâre making him feel. Such a good girl, touching him like that.â She felt her cheeks warm from the praise, a bit ashamed to admit just how great of an effect his words had on the heat between her thighs.Â
Sebastian slipped his hand over her front, his fingers stretching over the flat plane of her stomach. Her breath hitched from the contact and he took it as his cue to touch her more, caressing her soft skin and gliding his hand lower. She bucked up against him when he finally dipped between her thighs, running his fingers softly through her folds. â Fuck , youâre such a mess. You like touching him that much, is that it? Is that whatâs gotten you like this?â
She nodded unabashedly, trying to bite back her moans as Sebastian toyed lazily with her most sensitive parts, smiling to himself at the way she squirmed against him, rubbing herself on his erection. She tried to continue to stroke Ominis, but Sebastian was making a distracted mess out of her, leaving the blonde to buck his hips desperately into her hand.
âSo perfect, youâre soâ so soft,â Ominis panted mindlessly under his breath, his head clouded with pleasure. She liked seeing him like this, such a stark contrast to his normally orderly and put-together manner. He was usually so restrained, yet here he was, falling apart for her. He pressed kisses to her throat and continued to search for friction against her palm, rutting against her like an animal in heat. âGods, I want to fill you.â
âI-I want that,â She breathed out, Sebastianâs hand between her thighs only adding to her growing desire to have Ominis stretching her open.Â
âYou like the sound of that, huh?â Sebastian asked in her ear. âYou want him buried right in here?â His fingers traced over her entrance with feather-light touches, teasing her. âPoor thing, would you even be able to fit all of him?â He doted, the slightest hint of taunting in his voice that made her grow even needier.
âItâll fit,â She nodded, an array of pleas falling from her lips. Ominis cursed under his breath at her begging, his self-restraint wearing thin. If he had to listen to her pleas in his ear and stroke him so deliciously for any longer, he would surely snap. His cock twitched in her hand at the thought of burying himself inside of her, of feeling her tight, little walls squeeze around him.Â
âAre you sure this is what you want?â He asked, his hand wrapping around her wrist to still her movements. âWeâwe can wait, I promise I wonât mind.â
âIâm sure. Please , Ominis.âÂ
Ominis captured her lips in his, passionate and intense to the point it made her head dizzy. She could tell he was just as needy as her, could taste the desperation on his tongue while he explored her mouth. He rose from where he was laying beside her, settling in between her legs. She could feel him throbbing from where they were pressed together at the hips and she whined from the sensation. She watched as he slipped his shirt from his shoulders, tugging his trousers down to his knees and rocking his hips slowly against hers, reveling in how warm and slick she was.
Sebastian grabbed his wand from the bedside table, muttering a contraceptive charm over her lower stomach. He brushed her hair back from her face and shoulders, collecting it in his hand and placing a reassuring kiss to her cheek. Her shoulders were strung up with nervous anticipation and Sebastian rubbed at them, easing her anxieties. âJust relax, princess. Heâll be gentle. Wonât you, Ominis?â
âOf course,â Ominis leaned down to kiss her softly, his lips moving slow and tender against hers to soothe her worries. His forearm rested beside her head as he lowered himself over her, his other hand on his cock, rubbing himself against her slit, collecting her wetness. âDo you realize how precious you are to me?â He whispered against her lips. âMy little angel.â
She keened at the term of endearment, her hips bucking up against his, desperate for more friction. She whined against his mouth and he stilled her with a steady hand on her waist, pressing her down to the mattress. âPatience.â He calmed her, slipping two fingers between her thighs to press against her entrance. âNeed to work you open first, princess, understand?â
She nodded, breaking into a moan at the feeling of him pushing inside, his fingers stretching her deliciously and making her clench around him. He worked slowly in and out of her, making her whine for more.Â
Ominis appeased her begging with another soft kiss, pulling his fingers out and making her whimper with how empty she felt. He replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, pressing ever so gently against her entrance. âYou tell me if I hurt you.â
She nodded and Ominis dipped his head to rest against her forehead. He panted against her mouth as he slowly began to press inside her, his hips moving to meet hers slowly. Her head fell back against the pillow at the sensation, her eyes squeezed shut and her hands coming up to cling to his arms on either side of her, her nails leaving little crescent moon imprints on the skin of his biceps.
Sebastianâs hand slipped behind her neck, tilting her head up off the pillow and pressing reassuring kisses to her temple. âWatch, baby.â He ordered softly. âOpen your eyes. Look at him stretching your pretty little cunt out.â
Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze falling to where their hips were joined, to the sight of Ominis slowly easing himself inside of her. His hand splayed along her hip to keep her steady, attempting to adjust to the sensation of her walls squeezing around him.
âThatâs it, good girl.â Sebastian praised, smiling softly at her. âLook so pretty like this. Gorgeous.âÂ
âSo perfect,â Ominis groaned through gritted teeth when he finally bottomed out inside of her, his hips stilling as he panted. He dipped his head to kiss along her collarbone, trailing his lips along the column of her throat soothingly. âDoes this feel okay, love? Am I hurting you?âÂ
She shook her head, her legs wrapping around him to pull him in even deeper. âMoreâŠplease.â
He eased his hips back slowly, sinking them back flush against her once again, careful to let her adjust to his sizeâ to let himself adjust as well. âFucking hell.â He muttered under his breath, his fingers digging into her hips. âYouâre going to kill me, darlingâ fuck , squeezing this tight around me.â He breathed out, kissing her shoulder.
âFuck her properly, Ominis.â Sebastian remarked beside them, growing impatient. He knew Ominis would take his time with her, but he could see she was getting appetent for more as well. He wanted to watch her eyes roll to the back of her head, wanted to see her squirm underneath him, just how heâd seen last night. âShe can take it.â
Ominis couldnât help but oblige, his own self-control wearing thin. As much as he would be willing to fuck her achingly slow, to roll his hips against hers for hours, he knew thatâs what neither of them needed right now. There was too much pent-up desire, desperation filling them both to the brim. His lips hovered over hers when he finally eased his hips back and thrust in harsher this time, reveling in the way she gasped in his mouth.
He slipped a hand under one of her thighs, pushing her leg back until her knee was pressed against her chest so he could get a deeper angle. âOh my God ,â she moaned at the feeling of him pushing up against her walls, hitting a particularly sensitive spot over and over again that made her toes curl against his hips. âOminis, Christ , youâre â f-fuck.â Her words grew incoherent, the sensation too much and not enough at the same time, feeling him so deep inside her.Â
âI know, sweet girl, I know.â He hushed her with a soothing kiss. His hips pressed flush against hers with every deep thrust, her nails raking up and down his skin. He couldnât help but settle into a merciless pace, pulling all kinds of pleas from her throat. She felt far too good for him to even attempt to hold himself back.
âMy little angel. Making the prettiest noises for me. Fuck , gonna make you cum all over my cock.â He pushed her other thigh up against her chest, deepening his strokes, insatiable. She choked on her moans, overwhelmed by the sensations, yet begged him not to step. â Gods yes , fucking take it.â He grunted and she felt a warmth course through her at the sound of Ominis being so lewd, at him murmuring all kinds of filth into her ear that she would never have imagined coming from him.
âFucking look at you,â Sebastian commented, enamored by how beautiful she looked like this, his eyes glued to where their hips were joined and Ominis was pumping in and out of her. He had freed himself from his trousers some time ago, stroking slowly up and down his shaft at the sight. âPrettiest baby, taking his cock so well. Fucking gorgeous.â
Sebastian stopped stroking himself to lean in and dip his hand between her thighs, quickly finding her sensitive clit to rub tight, little circles while Ominis continued to pound into her. Her head fell back against the pillow from the pleasure, her lips parted.Â
Sebastian took the opportunity to tilt her chin towards him with his other hand, taking her lips in his and swallowing every pretty moan she let out. âSo beautiful,â He murmured, wanting to drown in the feeling of her lips. âOur pretty baby. All ours, huh?â
She nodded frantically, feeling the coil of tension inside her wind tighter and tighter until she was ready to burst. Ominisâ hands found purchase on her waist, his fingers digging roughly into her to pull her down harder against his hips. He was voracious, and the feeling of her clenching around him when she finally reached her peak brought on his own orgasm.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â He groaned as he spilled inside her, thrusting a few more times with each spurt of cum. His forehead fell against hers, breath coming out in hot, heavy pants against her mouth. âSo perfect, gods, gonnaâ gonna marry you.â He murmured, delirious from pleasure and the endorphins following his orgasm. He kissed her lazily, delighting himself with the way she was smiling saplessly against his lips, absolutely euphoric. He smothered kisses all over her sweat-damp face, coaxing syrupy giggles out of her that made his heart leap in his chest.Â
Sebastian kissed her temple after Ominis finally slid out of her, shifting off her to lay beside her. âDonât mind him, he gets sentimental when he cums.â Sebastian teased, chuckling.
âOh, youâre one to talk.â Ominis rolled his eyes.Â
âIâm sentimental all the time,â Sebastian retorted with a smug smile, tilting her head towards him to plant tender kisses on her lips while she was still recovering from her orgasm. âEveryone knows Iâm a romantic.â
She sighed against his lips, leaning into him. He couldnât help but take advantage of her in this limp, drowsy state, pulling her leg over his waist and then tugging the rest of her body towards him. She let out a little yelp and he nearly melted, utterly infatuated with the woman in his arms and the soft, pleasure-drunk smile on her face.Â
âYouâre going to ruin the poor girl, Sebastian.â Ominis muttered beside the two, turning to face them. âLet her rest.â
âI donât mind.â
âYou hear that, Ominis?â Sebastian grinned, a mixture of satisfaction and pride in his eyes as he looked down at her. âShe doesnât mind.â
âYouâre going to be sore, you little nymph.â Ominis retorted sternly, leaning in to place kisses on her bare shoulders.
âGood thing I have the both of you to take care of me.â
âThatâs right.â He kissed her flushed cheeks, enamored by how pretty she looked so freshly fucked-out. âAlways.â His hands ran affectionately over her back, tracing little patterns over the ridges of her spine. âCan I take care of you right now?â
She nodded, smiling against his lips, half-convinced she had lost the ability to say no to anything that came out of these boysâ mouths.
âOn your tummy, love.â Sebastian murmured and she obliged immediately, sliding off his chest to lay on her stomach. She sighed against the soft duvet as Sebastian rearranged her to his pleasing, her limbs still soft and languid. He lifted her hips with an arm under her waist, slipping a pillow beneath her to prop her up. He towered over her, his hands running down her sides and massaging at her shoulders.Â
âGorgeous,â He said under his breath, hands kneading her soft flesh, running down her sides. Her hips squirmed back against him and she could feel how hard he was when she pressed against his clothed erection, his trousers rubbing against her bare skin. He chuckled, placing an appeasing kiss between her shoulder blades. âAlways so needy.â
She heard the tell-tale sound of clothes ruffling behind her, the pull of fabric against her skin as he pulled down his trousers, slow and deliberate, as if he knew what he was doing to her. Her fingers tightened in a little fist around the sheets when she finally felt him pressed against her, warm and throbbing against her ass. She squirmed back against him and he stilled her eagerness with a firm hand on her hip, pressing her against the mattress.Â
â Please , Sebastian.â
At the first sound of pleading Ominis had crawled over to her, laying down beside where she had her cheek pressed against the covers. He tilted her head towards him, feeling her needy little pants against his lips as Sebastian rubbed himself against her wet core. âPatience, darling.âÂ
Ominis captured her lips in his, deepening the kiss when Sebastian finally pushed into her, delighting himself with the desperate little moan that escaped from the back of her throat, swallowing her gasp. â Oh, god ,â She murmured against his lips, struggling to adjust to the feeling of Sebastian stretching her out.
â Fuck ,â Sebastian cursed under his breath, eyes glued to where he was disappearing inside of her. His hands tightened around where he was holding onto her hips, his lips parting at the sensation of her warm walls enveloping him. âFucking heavenly.â
She wriggled back against him, desperate for more, desperate to feel him push rough and fast against her, into that one little spot that made her stomach clench and her toes curl. Sebastian huffed out a laugh at her impatience, a hand splaying over the small of her back as he eased his hips back. He brought them back against her with a firmness that pulled a little gasp out of her lips, her fingers curling even tighter into the linen sheets beneath her.
âFeel good, darling?â Ominis murmured against her ear, placing a tender kiss to her hairline. âYou like him fucking my cum back into you, hm?â A pathetic moan slipped from her at his words, filthy and desperate. She nodded frantically, unashamed.
âFucking filthy,â Sebastian groaned, his forehead resting against her shoulderblades, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses against her skin as if in worship. His thrusts became more firm as he lost himself in the feeling of her, her entire body jolting with each press of his hips against hers. âSo desperate to be filled. You want my cum in this little cunt too? Is that it, baby?â
âPlease, yes ,â She keened, lips parted at the sensation of Sebastian pounding into her, pressing relentlessly against that spot of hers, as if heâd memorized her body from watching Ominis fuck her and knew exactly what would ruin her.Â
Ominis pressed his lips to hers again, wanting to feel every little moan that Sebastian pulled from her lips, wanting to feel her breath hot and heavy against his mouth. He delighted himself with the way she struggled to kiss him back properly and stole kisses from her anyways, his hands cupping her cheeks as she was turned into a pathetic mess. He brushed her hair back from where it was falling over her face, collecting it into a fist behind her head and brushing his lips over her cheeks, her jaw, anywhere he could access.
â S oâso good, feels so good,â She mumbled, pleasure-drunk and overwhelmed by how full she felt, by the feeling of Sebastian angling into that sensitive little spot in her walls that made her sob against Ominisâ lips. She buried her face against his shoulder, feeling her orgasm so close, dangling on the precipice.Â
âYou make such pretty noises, you know that? Youâre doing so well, darling, making us so proud.â Ominis praised, tugging her head back with his fingers still tangled in her hair so she couldnât hide, so he could kiss her even when she felt too fucked-out to kiss him back. âOur perfect little angel.â
The coil of tension building in her stomach snapped with Ominisâ praise, her entire body shuddering with her orgasm. Sebastian pressed her even harder into the mattress as he fucked her through her climax, chasing his own release.Â
He came inside her with her name spilling from his lips in a groan, placing kisses in adoration on her shoulders while they both panted and came down from their high. He was euphoric, feeling her tighten around him, feeling her little trembles from the aftershocks.Â
He scooped her up into his arms, chuckling at how her head fell onto his shoulder, limp and loose like she was on the brink of sleep. âWeâve killed her,â He chuckled, placing a kiss to her sweat-damp cheeks, nipping just under her jaw. She giggled from the bite, lazy and syrupy, feeling like a pat of butter on a stack of fluffy, warm pancakes. Her head was dizzy from the endorphins and she let Sebastian arrange her however he wanted, wrapping his arms around her waist.
âHow tragic,â Ominis teased from beside them, sitting up from his place on the bed. He slipped on his shirt, buttoning it and adjusting the rest of his frumpled attire. âYou grab her arms and Iâll grab her legs, I know where we can dispose of the body.â Ominis pulled her towards him by the ankles, ignoring her giggles and protests as both boys picked her up and dragged her off to the bathroom.
Ominis set her down on her feet while Sebastian ran the faucet of the bathtub for her, dipping his hand in the water to test the temperature. âGo on, in the tub.âÂ
âIs this your way of saying I stink?â She narrowed her eyes.Â
He responded by pressing his face against her while she giggled and pushed him away, holding her to him and nosing her skin, inhaling when he got to the crook of her neck. âOh yes, repulsive.â He rolled his eyes. âJust get in the tub, you little brat.âÂ
âFine,â She obliged, sinking into the warm water while Sebastian knelt beside her, pouring lavender-scented soap and producing a nice lather. âThen after we can go outside and pummel Ominis with snowballs?â She asked in a whisper, biting back a grin.Â
no one ask why I'm writing an xmas oneshot in the middle of may, i'm shamelessly procrastinating on my other wips rn lmfao. also this is posted on my ao3 as well!
The three friends huddled in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin common room, hands outstretched in front of the flickering flames in an attempt to draw out the numbness in their fingers from the cold. They had just returned from a short trip to Hogsmeade, after much insistence from Sebastian that an assortment of treats from Honeydukeâs was absolutely essential for a proper Christmas Eve celebration, regardless of the harrowing conditions outside.Â
Both boys had decided to stay at Hogwarts for winter break to keep their dear friend company, refusing to let her spend her first Christmas in the wizarding world alone. It was a strange feeling to occupy the castle after the majority of the students had gone, but there was also a pleasant sense of coziness in having the common room all to themselves, considering all the other Slytherins had families to go home to.
âYouâre going to catch a cold.â Ominis admonished lightly when he noticed she was still shivering after a few minutes. She hadnât taken off her coat, despite it being soaked from the melted snow, the damp wool clinging to her skin. The blonde sat up from his spot beside her, feeling around her shoulders until he reached the buttons on her front, quickly undoing them with deft fingers. He continued scolding her under his breath as he peeled away the sullen fabric, slipping the coat from her shoulders. Despite how much sheâd usually fight him for it, it was admittedly sort of endearing the way he coddled her so often, handling her with a strange sort of protectiveness sheâd never experienced before.Â
Sebastian was of a similar fashion, though his doting was usually expressed in more subliminal forms and accompanied with a fair amount of teasing to go along with it. Nonetheless, the ways the boys treated her had made her feel more loved than sheâd ever felt in her entire life and she found herself growing increasingly attached to them. Their friendship had grown so strong over the past few months, and she would be lying to herself if she didnât admit she was growing a sense of genuine affection for the pair of Slytherins, though sheâd never allow herself to indulge in these thoughts.
She thanked Ominis meekly through chattering teeth as she settled back down in front of the fire. Her sweater underneath was subtly damp and so she begrudgingly decided to remove it as well, draping it over the stone mantel of the fireplace to dry out. She was too preoccupied to notice the way Sebastianâs eyes lingered over her exposed skin as she settled back down between the two boys, at how he traced the outline of her curves under her camisole with his gaze, nor did she pay any mind to the way his face flushed immediately after, chalking up the pink on his cheeks to a side effect from the cold.
Sebastian cleared his throat nervously and shifted his attention towards rummaging through his rucksack and pulling out the assortment of Yuletide sweets. He made sure to purchase an impressive variety, determined to expose her to every facet of wizarding Christmas. He couldnât help but feel his stomach flutter as he watched her face light up at the sight of them, a smile breaking out on her lips.
Her fingers brushed against his momentarily as she took the sweets from him and he frowned. âPoor thing, youâre freezing.âÂ
He took her hands in his gently, squeezing her fingers in an attempt to seep some warmth into them. The warmth in his hands seemed to go straight to her cheeks instead, and she reprimanded herself in her head for enjoying the feeling of her hands in his a little too much.
Sebastian pulled out a few bottles of cider next, setting them down on the stone in front of the fireplace to warm as he pulled out one final item that neither of his friends had spotted him purchasing. He set his bag aside and cracked open the bottle of Ogdenâs, pretending not to notice Ominisâ obvious disapproval at the tell-tale sound of the bottle of strong liquor opening.
âWhat? Thereâs no better way to warm up.â He murmured through the rim of the bottle as he took a swig, grimacing slightly as the firewhiskey burned a path down his throat. He extended the bottle towards the blonde, shaking it enticingly. âGo on now.â
âYouâre incorrigible.â Ominis muttered, rolling his eyes before he snatched the bottle from the brunetteâs hand and begrudgingly took a drink himself. He handed it back to Sebastian and the brunette held it out to her now, tilting his head in an encouraging manner.
âIâve never had any.â She admitted sheepishly.
âAnd you wonât have any.â Ominis objected in that paternalistic tone of his, shooting a stern glare towards Sebastian.
âLoosen up, Ominis.â Sebastian sighed as he pushed the bottle into her hands. âLet the girl have some fun.â
She gave an uneasy smile to Sebastian as she finally brought the bottle to her lips, taking a much larger swig than she probably shouldâve. She painfully willed herself not to grimace or show any indication of the burn in a stupid attempt to prove herself in some way. Nonetheless, she choked out a few coughs as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and handed the bottle back to Sebastian, who looked positively delighted with her.Â
âSee? Takes it like a champ.â He commented, a satisfaction in his eyes that made her feel warm inside.
The next several hours were spent bantering amongst themselves and working down the remainder of the liquor and the sweets, the last vestiges of daylight blurring into darkness as the blizzard continued to rage outside. At some point she had stumbled towards her dorm room and lugged out her gramophone, forcing the boys to drunkenly twirl around the common room with her to the latest Muggle composers. They took turns dancing around with her, Ominis doing so with an impressive amount of finesse, most likely due to years of pureblood etiquette lessons. Sebastian was a bit less poised, nearly knocking her down on several occasions and spinning her in his arms until her head was dizzy. By the end of the night she was nearly in tears on the floor from laughter, her head a fuzzy haze from the endorphins and alcohol.
When the peak of the evening had eventually died down they settled onto the couch together, where she inevitably curled into herself as sleep slowly overtook her, her head falling against Ominisâ shoulder and her legs draped over Sebastianâs lap. The boys exchanged knowing glances in the silence, allowing themselves a few more moments to bask in the serenity of the situation they found themselves in. Neither boy had to say a word, they were both blissfully aware of just how much the other was shamelessly enjoying this.
Sebastian rubbed gentle circles absentmindedly on her legs where her skirt had slightly ridden up and Ominis softly brushed her hair back from her face, delicate fingers tracing her features. They couldnât help but admire how perfect she felt pressed against them and they wouldâve stayed there forever if they could, just listening to her soft breathing. Eventually though, Ominis being the more responsible of the two, cleared his throat and broke them out of their audacious indulgence.
âCome on, love, up.â Sebastian sighed as he begrudgingly stood himself up, running his hands down her shoulders gently to rouse her from her sleep. âOff to bed.â
âBut Iâm not even tired,â She murmured through a yawn as Ominis stood and helped pull her up from the couch, wrapping an arm around her waist to support her.
âAham, sure.â Ominis smiled softly down at her as they began their walk towards the girlâs dormitories, Sebastian following beside her. He tangled his fingers in hers and she eagerly welcomed the contact.
âWe should have a sleepover,â She remarked eagerly, her speech slightly slurred and drowsy from sleep and the lingering effects of the firewhiskey. âWe canâŠmmh all sleep in my bed.â
âThat sounds like a lovely ideaââÂ
â Sebastian .â Ominis interjected with a scolding tone. âWeâll all sleep in our own beds.â
âBut thatâs no fun.â She frowned, turning to the blonde with heartbroken simpering. âDonât you want to sleep with me, Ominis?â
âThatâs â thatâs, uh, hardly appropriate, Iââ He flushed immediately, stumbling over his words at the innuendo.
âTrust me, Ominis would love nothing more than to sleep with you.â Sebastian informed with a smug smile, amused by the way the blonde turned red and immediately whacked him in the shoulder.Â
âYouâreâŠyouâre both soâŠso nice to me,â She continued her dozy ambling, a soft smile on her face. âMmh, my boys.â
They pushed open the door to her room and settled her on her bed, Sebastian sinking to his knees to undo the laces on her boots and Ominis sitting beside her. She leaned her head on his shoulder and watched Sebastian, his fingers working diligently to get her ready for bed.
âYouâre a terribly sappy drunk.â He chuckled, looking up at her. He couldnât help but notice how absolutely enamored Ominis looked beside her, pink tinging his cheeks.
âItâs quite cute though.â Ominis remarked softly, wanting to stretch these last few moments out for as long as possible before theyâd both have to retreat their dorms and have to stifle their longing yet again.
âYouâre quite cute.â She replied as she turned to face him, a love-drunk smile on her face and her eyes half-lidded.
Ominis flushed profusely at the compliment, his mouth opening to stammer some nervous reply, but before any comment could be made, her lips were suddenly on his.Â
Both boys stood frozen in shock, barely even conscious of what had happened, the gesture feeling like a dream. Ominis looked as if he could faint, and Sebastian was expecting the blonde to immediately have pulled away, but when she curled her small fingers into the front of his robes and he groaned against her mouth, it became clear that not even Ominis, as stuck-up and decorous as he was, could resist the likes of her.
She was the one that finally broke the kiss. Her eyes widened as she looked at Ominisâ flushed face and parted lips, then looked down at Sebastian who was still frozen by her legs in front of her. It was as if the reality of what she had done had just caught up to her, sobering quickly and her cheeks warming with shame. She brought her fingers up to hover over her glistening lips and Sebastian couldnât help but marvel at how precious she looked, overcome with the desire to leave her that breathless with his own kiss.
âIâIâm so sorry, I shouldnât haveââ She began immediately, her voice coated in mortification and he wanted nothing more than to tell her that she had nothing to be sorry about. Confess every single feeling the both of them had harbored for her for the longest time, admit to every hidden fantasy that they had shared over her, every secret desire.
He simply couldnât help himself. He had shut her up with his mouth before she could ramble, swallowing the gasp she let out against his lips. He slowly rose from his knees, towering over her on the bed and he was delighted when she didnât pull away, instead her hands coming up to cup his cheeks and pull him in deeper.
âSebastian, we should stop.â Ominis spoke up beside the two after a moment, his voice strained. He was still trying to muster some composure after what had happened, and this was proving even more difficult as he listened to what was unraveling beside him. He was desperately trying to cling to rationality and not give into temptation.
âDo you want to stop?â Sebastian pulled his lips away for a brief moment, directing the question towards her.
She paused, staring up at him. She didnât know what she wanted â a confusing mixture of uncertainty, nervousness, and desire clouded her brain â but she knew for certain that the last thing she wanted to do was stop. She took in a shaky breath before she swallowed, shaking her head.
Sebastianâs lips were on hers again in the next second, his kiss more brutal this time, hungry and passionate and bruising. She involuntarily whined against his mouth and it clearly had an effect on both boys.Â
Ominis paused behind her, wide-eyed and considering for a moment. Was this really happening? Should he stop this before things got too far? Did he even have the willpower inside him to stop this?
Sebastian didnât let any of the blondeâs plans in impeding this come into fruition though, backing her up against Ominisâ chest until she was in his lap. âTouch her, itâs okay.â He told Ominis encouragingly, sensing his friendâs hesitations, before he dove back into her lips.
The feeling of her tight, warm body pressed against his, the soft little moans that Sebastian was pulling from her lips, the brunetteâs encouraging words, it was all enough to make his walls crumble. How could he resist when all he ever wanted was right here in his arms?
His hands hesitantly came up to do as Sebastian said, hovering over her skin for a brief moment before he brushed back her hair from her shoulders, his fingers tracing her soft skin as if afraid to touch her. He slowly leaned down, his warm breath sending goosebumps down her spine when he finally attached his lips to the sensitive skin of her neck.
She moaned at the contact and it was all the approval he needed before he allowed himself to give in completely, his lips reveling in the feeling of her warm skin. She was intoxicating and his desire for her ached deep inside him, his trousers strained where she was pressing against him.
âIf you want to stop at any moment, if anything bothers you, tell us. You donât have to do anything you wouldnât like to.â Ominis breathed against her ear, his self-restraint slowly slipping from him. He had to make sure she was comfortable with this, that she wouldnât regret this. âDo you understand?â
She nodded, her voice caught in her throat. She was too enraptured by the feeling of their lips on her to form any semblance of a coherent sentence.
âWords, love, use your words.â Sebastian urged gently.
âYes,â She blurted out, her entire body warming at the term of endearment. âIâI understand.â
She let out a small gasp when she felt Ominisâ tongue on the side of her jaw. He licked a hungry stripe down her neck, desperate to taste more of her. She could feel how stiff he was already as she squirmed against him, his chest pressed to her back while Sebastian loomed over her.
The boys explored every inch of her as if she were a work of art to be analyzed and discovered, to be worshiped and adored and studied intently with their mouths and hands. There was still a gentleness to the way they handled her, one similar to the manner that they always treated her, but she could tell that they were holding back, that they were balancing on the precipice of succumbing to their darkest desires.
It was clear that Ominis was trying to be a mediating force, scolding the brunette when he got too impassioned and nipped her bottom lip, earning a whimper from her and making him fret that they were being too rough. She could tell that even his self-control was faltering though, by the way his fingers dug into her hips to still her when she writhed against him, rubbing against his erection until it was too much for him to handle.Â
âIs this okay?â Sebastian asked softly as his hands trailed to cup her breasts t hrough the thin fabric of her undershirt. âCan I touch you here?âÂ
âPlease,â She breathed against his lips and it was all the approval he needed to rub gentle circles over the sensitive flesh. He palmed hungrily at her breasts, before circling her nipples with his thumbs, smiling at the way she gasped from the contact. He dipped his head down to plant kisses along her collarbone.Â
Ominisâ lips left her neck, his hand sliding down in its place and gently taking hold of her chin, tilting her head up and maneuvering her so he could take what he wanted from her. His lips met hers with a desperate urgency, his tongue slipping in her mouth immediately with a hunger to taste her.
âSo fucking perfect.â Sebastian whispered against her skin as his mouth trailed down her chest, leaving innumerable kisses as he explored. He took his time when he reached her breasts, tonguing her nipples through her undergarment and soaking the thin cotton with his saliva.Â
She was a mess . She could feel the slickness coating her thighs under her skirt, Sebastian pressed in between her legs as he worked at her breasts. Ominisâ kiss was enough to make her head spin, his tongue exploring every inch of her as his fingers tangled through her hair.Â
âLet me take this off,â Sebastian muttered in a lust-drunk haze as he groped hungrily at her breasts through the fabric.
â Sebastian , slow down.â Ominis pulled his mouth away from hers begrudgingly to admonish the brunette for his lack of patience. The last thing he wanted was to rush this, to make her uncomfortable in even the slightest way.
âItâsâitâs okay.â She said breathlessly which seemed to surprise both boys. Sebastian looked up at her for further confirmation. When she nodded, he eagerly began on the long line of buttons on her front.
He was surprisingly slow and gentle while he undressed her, despite his fervent desire. He wanted to savor every inch of her, kiss every tiny bit of exposed skin and make her feel worshiped and cared for. He wanted her to know his adoration for her in every caress, every brush of his lips.
âArms up, darling.â Ominis ordered her softly when Sebastian began tugging the shirt over her stomach.Â
She was on another plane of existence at the moment, her brain fuzzy from pleasure. How could she possibly keep her wits about her when she was sandwiched between two boys that were kissing, licking, and caressing every sensitive inch of her? Thankfully, wits were the last thing she needed right now, and she had never felt safer than she did in the moment, despite her obvious lack of control. It felt so good to be able to trust them so much, to know they would do nothing but care for her and attend to her every need.
Ominis helped her raise her arms, smiling softly to himself at how much of a mess she was, her limbs adorably limp and languid. If she was in this state already, how would she be when they actually got their way with her? They didnât plan on stopping until they had coaxed multiple orgasms out of her, until she was a weak, little thing underneath them that barely even remembered her own name.
Sebastian slipped the thin piece of cotton over her head, groaning when the sight of her bare chest was finally revealed to him, his hands immediately finding purchase on her skin, kneading the soft flesh.Â
âSheâs so beautiful, Ominis.â Sebastian breathed out, awe-struck.
âThat I already knew,â Ominis murmured dotingly, placing a tender kiss to her temple.
Sebastianâs hands ran affectionately up and down her sides for a few moments, appreciating just how perfect she looked laid out in front of him, only the warm, flickering light from the kerosene lamp beside them dancing over her features. He dipped his head down to let his tongue work at her sensitive breasts, sucking with open-mouthed kisses until he left pretty little marks on her perfect, untouched skin. Ominisâ lips never left hers, pouring all his devotion into every kiss he left on her neck, her cheeks, her lips, every tender little bit of exposed skin he could reach that made her breath hitch in her throat.
The feeling of Ominisâ erection pressed against the small of her back, and Sebastianâs against her inner thigh drove her insane. She bucked her hips, a pathetic array of pleas spilling from her lips that wouldâve left her embarrassed from the neediness in her voice if she wasnât utterly drunk on lust at the moment.
âWhere, hm?â He asked softly as his hand trailed over her thighs, the smallest hint of taunting in his tone of voice that made her grow even needier. âHere? Is this where you want me to touch you?â
âS-Sebastian, pleaseââ Her voice caught in her throat as his hand hovered over her core, his fingers brushing over the fabric of her skirt and pressing against her.
âTell him to stop and heâll stop.â Ominis reminded her reassuringly and his voice was so soothing, so grounding in her ear that she almost sobbed from how perfect it all was.
âDonât stop.â She finally begged, grinding her hips up to meet his hand, desperate for any friction to relieve the ache between her thighs.
Sebastian eagerly obliged, unable to contain himself any longer. His hand slipped under the hem of her skirt, coming in contact with the wet fabric of her panties. â Fuck , sheâs soaked.â Sebastian marveled at the sensation, breathless. He toyed with her slowly, rubbing the wetness in with his fingertips. âIs all this for us?â He stroked gently up and down the soft cotton, delighting himself with the way her hips sought out his hand, the soft little whines tumbling from her lips.
âStop torturing the poor girl, Sebastian.â Ominis chastised lightly, though she could hear the amusement in his voice. He loved having her like this, loved the way she writhed against him, loved feeling her lips stutter against his when Sebastian applied a bit more pressure and the pleasure was too much for her to kiss him back properly. He couldnât help but imagine kissing her while Sebastian was fucking her to the point of tears, to feel her come undone in his arms and swallow every pretty moan she let out.
âSuch a mess,â Sebastian tsked as he pulled her panties to the side, his fingers collecting her wetness. âThe prettiest little mess.â
â Please , Sebastian.â She begged, and it was music to his ears. If she was making all these pretty sounds with just his fingers, he wondered what kind of noises she would make when he was buried deep inside her.
âGive her what she wants.â Ominis said mercifully, his hands coming up to toy with her nipples.
Sebastian sank one finger inside of her, biting his lip at how warm and wet she felt squeezing him. None of his filthiest fantasies couldâve prepared him for the actual feeling of her.
âSo fucking tight,â He murmured as he placed gentle kisses on the inside of her thighs, pumping in and out of her slowly, careful to allow her to adjust to the sensation. Her moans only encouraged him, and he reveled in the way she gasped when he eased another finger inside of her. âI donât think sheâll be able to take us, Ominis.â
âIâI can take it,â She said defiantly, her head falling back against Ominisâ shoulder as Sebastian continued his slow, languid pace.
âNot yet, darling.â Ominis hushed her, kissing her cheek.Â
The feeling of Ominisâ hands rolling her nipples, the open-mouthed kisses he was leaving on her neck, the way Sebastianâs fingers curled inside her in just the right spot, it was all too much. When his pace quickened and he brought his thumb to rub tight, little circles on her clit, she saw stars. âPlease, please, please, oh God.â
â Fuck , youâre gorgeous like this.â Sebastian watched intently, wholly infatuated at the way her face contorted in pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut. âEyes open, I want you to look at me.â
She immediately obliged, her fluttering open to meet his. He looked at her as if she were the most breathtaking sight in the world, taking in every little feature and committing it to memory. He made a mental note to get his hands on a Pensieve after this, so he could replay the image of her falling apart so beautifully on his fingers over and over again.
Sebastianâs fingers hit just the right spot and the coil of tension inside her exploded, her entire body trembling as she let out a strangled moan. He didnât stop until she was writhing away from him, her hands weakly pushing his wrist away from the overstimulation. Ominis murmured praises in her ear the entire time, brushing back the hair sticking to her sweat-damp cheeks and placing doting kisses to her temple as she came down from her high.Â
âGods, fucking taste her.â Sebastian breathed out as he slipped his fingers out from inside her, bringing them up towards Ominisâ lips. She watched through half-lidded eyes, her head still dizzy from the mind-shattering orgasm, as the blonde licked hungrily from his friendâs fingers, savoring the taste.
It was as if something snapped inside of him and suddenly he was slipping out from behind her, Sebastian quickly taking his place. He sank down to his knees in front of her, his hands coming to rest on her thighs to keep her legs spread for him.
Despite how eager he was to get another orgasm out of her himself, Ominis restrained himself, knowing she was still sensitive and recovering. He adjusted her against Sebastian so that she felt secure in his arms before he leaned down to kiss her slowly, plying her open to him and being mindful of her reactions, making sure he was touching her in all of the right places.
There was a carefulness to the way his lips met hers that made her head spin in the most delicious of ways, a gentleness in the way he trailed his lips down her neck, dragged his tongue over her sternum and then around her nipples. His kisses slowly increased in intensity, his touch becoming hungry and bruising before he sank down to plant kisses along her navel, just above the hem of her skirt.
Sebastian was quiet behind her, as if fully immersed in the sight before him, only the sound of his pants against her ear. She could feel the twitch in his trousers against her back every time sheâd moan or let out a breathy gasp. He was utterly enraptured, as if he enjoyed watching her like this, watching Ominis touch and kiss her while she squirmed.
âMay I?â Ominis asked, his hands on the clasp of her skirt.
âYes.â She nodded, semi-conscious of the fact that sheâd probably agree to just about anything at this point as long as it meant they kept touching her.
Ominis slid her skirt down with a resounding amount of care, her panties coming down with it. His hands came up to marvel at her hips, squeezing the supple flesh as if he wanted to tear her apart. She was so soft , it was maddening, and some part of him wanted to absolutely ruin her.
She was completely nude now, her only modesty lying in her wool knee socks. She probably shouldâve felt embarrassed, exposed, insecure , yet she had never felt more secure and comfortable in her life.
âBeautiful, so, so beautiful.â Sebastian whispered in her ear with an awe-struck breathlessness, taking in the sight of her body over her shoulder.
Ominisâ lips were trailing up her thighs from her knees, torturously slow and deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every inch of her. He bit the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and chuckled when her hips jolted from the contact. âSo sensitive.â He whispered and she could feel him smirking against her skin.
He ran his tongue over everywhere except where she needed him most and it was driving her insane. She wanted to beg, cry, anything in order to relieve the growing ache between her legs from the lack of stimulation. Despite her recent orgasm, seeing Ominis in front of her worshiping every square inch of her body made her insatiable once again.Â
Finally, as if deciding to grant her mercy, she felt a soft kiss just on top of her mound, watched him rub his nose against it and groan from the taste.
âPlease, Ominis.â She whined, squirming underneath him but he increased the pressure of his hands on her hips to still her.
âI know, sweet girl, I know.â He hushed against her skin and the vibrations of his voice against her made her even needier.
âWhoâs torturing the poor girl now?â Sebastian chuckled, his warm breath fanning her ear. He placed soft kisses on her shoulder, his eyes glued to the beautiful sight before him.Â
Ominis placed another kiss on her mound, just above her clit and she keened, earning a satisfied groan from both boys. It drove her insane, something about them finding great enjoyment in turning her into a pathetic mess, in watching her whine and beg for them.
Ominisâ hands intertwined with hers, pinning them down to the mattress beside her hips as he finally licked a long stripe through her slit, collecting the wetness on his tongue. âTastes like heaven.â He moaned, his grip on her hands tightening.
âWell, thatâs because sheâs an angel.â Sebastian smiled fondly, pecking her cheek. Her head dropped back against his shoulder and he couldnât help but study her face obsessively. It was truly the prettiest sight he had ever seen, her brows furrowed and her lips parted as a pathetic array of pleas and whimpers fell from her little mouth.Â
Ominis was growing more insatiable by the second, licking broader and broader strokes through her folds. He shifted his attention to her clit, tonguing soft circles around the sensitive nub until she was moaning his name desperately, her eyes rolling back into her head.
âFeels so good, doesnât it?â Sebastian whispered in her ear as he watched her writhe, her legs struggling against where Ominis was keeping them pinned to the mattress. âCanât even keep still, poor thing.â
Ominis slackened the grip on one of her hands, guiding her hand to his head. When he increased the pace of his tongue on her, she instinctively tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling on it. He groaned in satisfaction at the sensation, desperate to bring her to climax soon, concerned that if he kept this up any longer heâd be finishing in his pants.
âOminis, please â oh, God donât stop.â She moaned, her hands holding his mouth pressed against her cunt. He had never experienced a greater euphoria than this, his fingers digging into her thighs so roughly he was sure he would leave marks.
âSo fucking perfect,â Sebastian moaned against her skin as he planted searing kisses along her neck, leaving marks all over her skin. âCum for us, just like that, God â thatâs it,â His hands kneaded at her breasts, rubbing over her sensitive nipples until she was a mess. âOur pretty girl.â
She reached her peak with Sebastianâs encouraging words in her ear, her wetness dripping down Ominisâ chin, and he savored every drop, lapping at the evidence of her climax hungrily. He didnât pull away until she was pulling at his hair and pleading, overcome with pleasure. She twitched from the aftershocks as he finally came up to kiss her and he couldnât help but smile against her lips, the taste of her on his tongue.
âYouâre better than I couldâve ever imagined, do you know that?â He whispered, overcome with satisfaction at her soft little pants, at the way her bare chest heaved underneath him.
She gave him a soft, pleasure-drunk smile, barely able to form any coherent thoughts, much less words. She was on cloud nine, utterly high from the endorphins, a languid, syrupy mess in between the two boys who were still kissing her softly as they eased her down from her second orgasm.
They wanted to coax a third, fourth, fifth out of her but could tell by her inability to even thoroughly keep her eyes open that they had probably reached her limit for the night. Their focus was completely on making her feel as safe and cared for as possible, at earning her trust and confidence, thus they knew they had to take this slow. There would be other opportunities to leave her thoroughly sore and fucked out, that they were sure of, but tonight wasnât one of them.
The boys shifted her until they were laying on the bed on either side of her, their arms wrapped protectively around her. She barely had the energy to move a muscle, but she decided to force herself anyways, eager to return the favor from all the care she had received tonight.Â
Her hands came into contact with Sebastianâs belt but he quickly stilled them, pulling them up to his lips to place soft kisses on her knuckles. âNot tonight, love.â
âBut Iââ
âAnother time.â Ominis assured her, his lips brushing over her bare shoulder. âRest, darling.âÂ
âBut you didnâtââ
âSo concerned,â Sebastian chuckled, placing a chaste kiss on her lips and caressing her cheek with a feather-light touch. âWeâll survive, I promise.â
She settled back against the pillows reluctantly, sandwiched between the two boys. Ominis pulled the covers over the three of them and she had never felt more loved than she did at the moment, listening to Sebastianâs heartbeat as she rested against his chest, Ominis pressed flush against her back as if any personal space between them would be unbearable.
Ominis traced soft patterns over her arms, reminiscing in the feeling of her soft skin on his fingertips. Sebastian was of a similar manner, his thumb brushing back and forth on her hip bone.Â
âThereâll be another time then?â She whispered sometime in the stillness of the aftermath, just before she let sleep overcome her.
âOh, certainly.â Sebastian answered quietly, his arms around her tightening. âOr did you think we were letting you go after this?â
~Blowjob, first time blowjob, voice kink, dirty talk, gentle sex; 18+~
You want so badly to please your boyfriend. Ominis is always such a sweet and understanding guy, and you wish to pay him back for everything he's done. All the ways he makes you feel loved, every time he'd been there for you unquestioningly, always loving and tender, every supportive gesture and comforting word.Â
You'd had sex before and he was open, communicative, and the perfect guide to help you hone your skills. Needless to say, he made sex easy, safe, and extremely pleasurable. You'd love to show how much you appreciate him.Â
You do your usual shower together and wind down for sleep. He sits on the edge of the bed and talks about his day and how busy he is with his coworkers. While he does, you kneel before him as silently as possible. He still notices.
"Itâs always Hobhouse mucking things up. You'd think he wouldâ What're you doing?"
"What do you mean?" you say innocently.
You grab his pajama bottoms and pull out his flaccid cock. The moment you did, though, it stood to attention.
"Oh," he said, smirking. "This is unexpected."
"Mm, God." You bite your lip, admiring his cock. It curves slightly back and the head is a cute dark pinkish red, adorable against his pale skin. "Your cock is gorgeous. I love this cute little freckle right here."
You run your finger across a dark freckle on the side. So hot. You look up at him, and he's already got his lip clamped between his teeth. His cheeks are flushed and his hair is all a mess from having washed it. He couldn't look more erotic right now if he tried.Â
"I don't really know what I'm doing," you say. "You're going to have to help me."
"I'll try. I don't know what I'm doing, either. But we'll figure it out. Just don't squeeze too hard when you grab my cock, all right?"
"How about this?"
You take him in your hand and hold him, tight enough to feel how hard he is, hopefully without being too rough. He lets out a little murmur of contentment.
"That's perfect."
He wraps his hand over yours and shows you the best way to jerk him off. Of course, you figure that youâre going too slow and you'd need to speed up eventually, but for now, he leans back against his palms, satisfied with that slow and steady pace. His cock twitches in your grasp and a good bit of pre-cum drips out.Â
You take that as your cue to place the head in your mouth. His pre-cumâs gentle flavor graces your tongue and you lap it all up, moaning your pleasure. His tiny murmuring sigh is amazingly fucking hot.
"You're doing so well," he says, voice gentle.Â
You take your time playing with him, learning every dip and curve of the head of his dick, all while your handânow slick with spitâsteadily works the rest. His breathing quickens; your groin is hot and throbbing and begging for touch. Enticed, you try to take him deeper, but barely get him in your mouth before you gag and back up.Â
"Careful there," he says. "Don't make yourself ill."
You pull him out of your mouth. "I didn't think it would be that difficult."
"We can always work up to that. You don't have to go deeper."
"Youâre right, Iâll get in plenty of practice.â
"Maybe try using your hand, too? That way you don't feel like you have to go as deep."
You wrap your mouth around his cock and put your fist up to your lips. With your hand and mouth moving together as you blow him, he becomes more and more disheveled. His breathing grows erratic, you taste another dribbling of pre-cum, and his soft voice encourages you.Â
"Just like that. That feels incredible already. Oh, you're such a good girl. Mm, angel, you don't even know how much I want to fuck your throatâit's so hard to hold back. God, you're amazing."
Your pussy is soaked. Your mind is entangled in this amazing moment, how smooth the head of his cock feels against your tongue, how much he's losing it over you, how intoxicating it is to blow him. The idea of taking him all the way seduces you to push a little deeper. You're so turned on that you manage another small bit of him, but you have a long way to go.
His hand rests upon the back of your head, fingertips digging into your scalp. "I wanna fuck your throat so much. You're driving me mad. Please go faster."
You oblige him, also wishing he could take over and use you, but you both resist the urge. You think you may be more enticed to try than he is, despite his heaving breaths and grunting moans. Your pussy is throbbing and aching as your mind begs for you to go deeper. You distract that part of your brain by rolling your tongue side-to-side against his cock, and he grips your hair in response.
"My God," he breathes, "that feels amazing. Shit, you're going to make me cum."
You moan loudly, excited at the prospect of his cum coating your tongue. You watch as he tosses his head back, his mouth agape, and the familiar sounds of his orgasm fill the room. Cum gushes into your mouth, both delightfully sweet and somewhat briney, thick and wet, warm and blissful. You savor it for a moment, relishing in the almost drug-like ecstasy of having him finish in your mouth, before swallowing. As you pull him out, you lap up any leftover on his dick.
You observe his chest heaving as he pants and admire the cute freckles scattered along his torsoâfrom the couple along his neck and collarbone, to the one that sits adorably next to his bellybutton.
"You look so hot, Ominis," you say. "Would it be okay if I kept blowing you while I try to get myself off?"
"Sure," he says weakly, exhausted but smiling.Â
You take him again. He's still mostly hard. Licking and thrusting along where you can reach, you finally touch your plump clit. It's so ready for you. You paw vigorously at the little nub; between playing with him and watching his contented faceâthe relaxed eyes, the tousled hair, the slight glistening of sweat, the pink tint upon his defined cheekbonesâit only takes you a minute to come to your peak. You know he can hear you fussing despite his cock muffling you. Your pussy throbs and your mind blanks of all thoughts except how deliciously erotic it is to blow him. You're able to take him the tiniest bit deeper.Â
He's somehow even more affectionate with you that night. You and Ominis always cuddle in bed, spooning with his arm wrapped around you, usually clutching your breast. Tonight, he runs his fingers through your hair and strokes the ends. He's pressed tighter against you, his other arm wrapped around your shoulders, and of course his hand still finds one of your breasts. His warm lips keep burying into your hair to kiss you. It's all so relaxing. You don't know how you're managing to keep your eyes open.Â
"You did so well," he says. "Did you enjoy it?"
"I loved it. I can't wait to do that again."
He chuckles, his chest rumbling against your back. "I can't wait, either. I love you."
"I love you, too."
You're both exhausted and too relaxed to stay awake any longer.
Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x f!reader
Word count: 3.6k
Warnings: 18+, explicit, fluff, then fluffy smut (fingering, oral sex, v sex, aftercare)
Prompt: anon requesting "If you do could I please request Ominis and Female Reader having their first time together? Ominis being very nervous and flustered but still really wants it â„ïž" i very much enjoyed writing this, ominis is easily my favorite character in hogwarts legacy. i need to write more ominis fics soon. thank you for waiting, anon, it took me a bit to figure out something to lead up to the smut. i absolutely agree with the headcanon that ominis has a massive sweet tooth, and i used that in this fic. i feel like ominis would be a big fan of fudge. i know i sure am.
Summary: After a date in Hogsmeade together, you two decide to have some private time in the Undercroft together.
âYou know, I havenât been to The Three Broomsticks in quite a while.â Ominis spoke to you, hand linked with yours as you walked down the path to Hogsmeade. You had made plans together to spend your Friday evening in Hogsmeade with your boyfriend, and it was one of the things making you so impatient for the week to go by. âIâm quite excited.â
âMe, too.â you replied, giving Ominisâ hand a gentle squeeze as you kept walking. The squeeze earned a small grin from Ominis, happy to see how excited you were. After everything the two of you had been through, you both deserved this break. âShall we stop at Honeydukes first?â
Ominis quickly nodded, the grin on his face growing. âOf course.â
The environment inside Honeydukes was hypnotizing. The smells, the sounds, the colours. Of course, the store was packed, due to the weekend. You gripped Ominisâ hand tight as you weaved through the people so Ominis could get some fudge, which you knew he enjoyed. You nearly had to duck your heads as a child ate a huge piece of Fizzing Whizzbees and began swinging his arms and legs around as he levitated, the both of you chuckling at his reaction. Once you two arrived at one of the sections you frequently perused, Ominisâ hand reached forward, feeling at the textures of the different boxes and containers, knowing which treat was which. His fingers traced over the familiar blue embossed box, and he grabbed it off the shelf. When he reached to grab for a second box, he was greeted with the wooden shelf, realizing he had taken the last box. He sighed, but was glad to get at least one. You had to nearly shout into his ear from how loud it was inside of the store. âDid you want to get anything else?â Ominis responded with the shake of his head, and you two quickly made a beeline for the counter.
Both of you let in a big breath of fresh air once you stepped outside, glad to be out of that crowded place. âGoodness, I donât think Iâve ever heard Honeydukes be that loud. I got the last bit of toffee fudge, at least.â Ominis said happily. Your heart fluttered at his happy reaction, glad to see him so happy. Ominis would never admit it, but he had such a sweet tooth, which you gladly indulged on with things from Honeydukes.
âHopefully The Three Broomsticks isnât as crowded.â you replied, beginning to walk down the path to the tavern, your hand still in his. Luckily for you two, the crowd inside of The Three Broomsticks was nothing compared to the one in Honeydukes. Ominis swiped an empty table in the corner while you went to the counter to order two Butterbeers. Returning to the table with two large mugs, Ominis smiled, sitting up in his seat. âI have been waiting for this all week.â you spoke, sitting down and immediately taking a big gulp of your Butterbeer.
Ominis grinned, taking gentle sips of his Butterbeer. âSirona must have put a bit of extra butterscotch in this. It tastes heavenly.â he spoke, licking his tongue against his lip for a moment. He had a small bit of foam lingering on the corner of his mouth, in which you reached over to wipe it off with your thumb. The gentle touch made pink spread into Ominisâ upper cheeks, despite Ominis being quite used to it. However, something about your thumb being so close to his lips made something stir within him. âThank you.â he whispered with a grin.
You let out a small giggle, keeping your hand against Ominisâ cheek as you leaned in and gave him a small peck on the lips. He let out a small whine, wishing you had given him more than just one kiss, earning another giggle from you. The rest of your evening together was you both talking about different things. Schoolwork, gossip within the student body back at the castle, your interests. During your conversation, you exchanged small kisses, bumping your thighs together, blush spreading into both of your cheeks.
âOh, before I forget.â you began, digging through the pockets on your coat. Ominis raised an eyebrow at your statement, waiting for what you were going to say. You removed a few small boxes, setting them down on the table in front of Ominis. He reached his hand forward, feeling the same texture of the embossed box that he knew from Honeydukes. âYou grabbed the last bit of fudge, because I got the rest for you.â
Ominisâ jaw fell open, not even knowing what to say to your kindness towards him. âI-⊠I donât understand. Whatâs the occasion?â
You grinned. âThereâs no occasion, I just wanted to get you something while you werenât noticing. I was going to grab all of them and surprise you, but you beat me to that last box before I could put it in my basket.â
Ominis shook his head with a grin at your sneakiness, quite used to these shenanigans by now. Despite the amount of times you had done things like this, they still caused his heart to flutter and blush to go into his cheeks. It was always a big desire of yours to spoil him, knowing he was hardly shown any sort of proper tenderness, especially from his family. Even if it was small things like buying him fudge, it was something he admired deep within his heart. âYou spoil me, my love.â
âAs if you donât spoil me every day with the way you hold and kiss me every time someone isnât looking.â you remarked, making him chuckle. He leaned in at that response, placing another delicate kiss against your lips, which you happily returned. His hand found yours that was laying on the table, his fingers caressing over your soft skin. Your foreheads rested up against one another, the both of you enjoying this moment of comfortable silence.
When the evening was coming to an end, you both left Hogsmeade, strolling back down the stone path to the castle. But before either of you could return to your common rooms, Ominis tugged on your hand a bit. âAre you tired?â he asked you quietly.
You shook your head, giving Ominisâ hand a squeeze. âNot at all. Why?â
Without a response, Ominis took out his wand and led you two off. Once you two entered the Defence Against the Dark Arts tower, you realized where you were going. Sneaking off to the Undercroft yet again. It was something you two both frequently did, knowing it was one of the few places to be away from prying eyes. The two of you both entered through the clock, hearing it ding behind you as you stepped inside.
The Undercroft looked a lot different than it used to be. You, Ominis, and Sebastian had taken the time to furnish it more and give it a lot more lighting, to be a lot more cozy to indulge in your studies. It was to the point where you spent more time here than you did in your common rooms. The both of you settled over on the sofa, near a fireplace that you had also conjured to be in here. Ominis pulled out a box of the toffee fudge, opening it. âI think itâs only fair that we share this, since you decided to spoil me.â he spoke with a grin, breaking the piece in half and handing it to you. You took the piece with a grin, seeing he clearly broke the fudge to give you a bigger piece than his. That was how Ominis was, and you knew that if you fought it, he would insist that he didnât know that he broke it unevenly. There was a comfortable silence between you both as you enjoyed the fudge, listening to the crackling of the fireplace. After you finished your piece, you scooted towards Ominis, and laid against his shoulder. He immediately wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer, chewing on the last bit of his own piece. âI do love how sweet toffee is,â he remarked, looking in your direction. âI think youâre sweeter, though.â
A giggle was the only thing you could muster at Ominisâ words that made your heart flutter in your chest. He smiled, pulling you closer to him and placing a kiss on your temple. His lips lingered there for a moment, before they trailed down your cheek and to your neck. You tilted your head slightly, giving him more space to place his gentle kisses against your soft skin. You couldnât help but crawl into Ominisâ lap, feeling his hands trail up your thighs and rest on your hips. Your hands made their way into his hair, twirling his blonde locks between your fingers. Ominis pulled away from your neck, meeting his lips with yours, and the gentleness was slowly being replaced with more of an urgency. A single swipe of your tongue against Ominisâ lower lip had him melting beneath you, letting out a small whimper against your lips as he tugged your blouse up from your skirt. His fingers began to creep up under your shirt, feeling the warm skin of your sides, trailing up to your chest. You loosened his tie, undoing the top buttons of his shirt as you felt his palms against your breasts. He struggled against the tightness of your shirt against you, and you looked down, unbuttoning your blouse in an effort to help his exploration of you. When your blouse became fully unbuttoned and he realized you were exposed in front of him, he immediately leaned his head in, kissing against your skin. You let out a whine, feeling him leave desperate open-mouthed kisses on any bit of flesh he could get his mouth on, becoming intoxicated by your noises and your scent.
"Ominis," you whimpered quietly, feeling his tongue flick up against your nipple before he closed his mouth over it. You began grinding your hips against his, wanting any sort of friction to help quell the desire that was spreading between your legs. Ominis let out a small chuckle against your skin, meeting his hips with yours, and you could feel his hardness against you.
âMy love,â Ominis spoke to you. âI-⊠I want to feel more of you, butâŠâ he was becoming increasingly flustered, trying to figure out the right words to say. âIâve never done this before.â
âNeither have I, but Iâm willing to try with you, Ominis.â you replied to him, smoothing your thumb against his cheek. He leaned into your touch, and gave you a small grin. Ominis reached up to your shoulders, sliding your blouse down your arms and setting it aside on the couch. You quickly followed suit, removing Ominisâ tie and unbuttoning the rest of the buttons on his shirt, and he helped you remove it from him and set it aside with your own shirt. You ran your hands over his pale, smooth skin, admiring the beauty marks that were spread throughout it.
Ominisâ hand moved up to your cheek as he looked up at you with admiration. âAre you sure youâre ready? I donât want to rush you.â he spoke with concern.
âYes, Ominis.â you replied to him. âIâll tell you if I want to stop.â Ominis nodded, and your lips met again in urgent, heated kisses as your hands both explored one another. His tongue brushed against your lips and you let him in, allowing your tongues to brush against one another, deepening each kiss. The hands that rested against your cheek and hip were now back on your thighs, moving up below your skirt and towards the heat between your legs. Ominis dragged a finger along your underwear, feeling it soaked, and felt a shiver go up his spine. He began to rub you in small circles through the thin fabric, feeling you push your hips against his fingers. He knew that you wanted more, pushing your underwear aside and running two fingers along your wet folds, earning a whimper from you. âPlease⊠touch me.â
Ominis couldnât refuse your begging, finding that sensitive bud between your legs and moving his fingers in a circle. You let out another whimper, wanting to return the favor, reaching down to the buckle on Ominisâ belt. You quickly unbuckled his belt, and popped the button on his trousers. He slowly shifted his hips on the sofa, giving you more space to slide his trousers down. After you had enough room, you pulled his underwear down just a bit, allowing his cock to spring free. Ominis groaned, finally being freed from the restriction of his trousers. However, his reaction was soon cut off by a gasp as you wrapped your hand around his cock and stroked him. His pale, white face was now becoming red as he quietly shuddered, biting at his lower lip. Ominis stopped his attention towards you to grasp at your hand, letting out a gulp. âDonât,â he began. âIâm afraid I wonât be able to last long if you keep doing that.â
âBut I want to make you feel good, too.â Ominis didnât respond to you, hands finding the button on your skirt and undoing it. He guided you to stand back up, sitting up more on the sofa and sliding it down your legs. His slender fingers hooked into your underwear, which he also removed. You were now completely bare in front of Ominis, feeling his hands explore the soft flesh that he had never been able to touch before. He grasped at your hips, pulling you closer to him, placing more kisses against your skin. First at your stomach, your hips, inching closer to the heat between your legs. He could feel the heat radiating from you, and he bent down, licking his tongue up against your folds. You moaned, fingers tangling into his hair, feeling the tip of his tongue tease against that sensitive bundle of nerves. Ominis let out a quiet moan, tasting your arousal. You feared that if he continued this, your legs would become weak and youâd fall down.
He moved back, licking his tongue against his lip. âLay down, my love.â You moved to the sofa, laying down against the soft crushed velvet cushions as Ominis stood up from it. He stripped himself of his trousers and socks, now standing in front of you completely bare. The silence as he moved back over to the sofa caused a worried expression to move over his face. âI hope youâre not disappointed.â he said, the nerves in him making his voice almost shake.
You took his hand into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. âHow would I be disappointed?â
âI just⊠like I explained before, I havenât done this before andâŠâ he began, struggling to speak. âI only want the best for you.â
You tugged Ominisâ hand, pulling him more to you to the point he was nearly laying on top of you. His hand moved to the back of the sofa to hold himself up, climbing on top of you and setting himself between your legs. âDarling, this is new for the both of us. Thereâs no way you could disappoint me.â
The words of encouragement from you made a soft smile appear on Ominisâ face, his nerves slightly dissipating. He leaned his head down to find yours, placing a tender kiss against your lips. âI love you so much.â he whispered along your skin, leaving soft kisses in his wake as he moved from your lips to your neck. The way he was being so gentle and light to you made goosebumps appear in his wake, and your hands trailed down his back.
âI love you, too.â you replied back in the same level of a whisper as he did, feeling his fingers find your folds once again.
âJust let me know if it hurts, please.â he spoke, pushing a finger inside of your entrance. The feeling of you against his finger alone made him groan. He began moving his finger, feeling how wet and tight you were, and you couldnât help but moan as he fingered you. When he felt that you were ready enough, he pushed in another finger, curling them up just right to find that sweet spot that made your back arch against the sofa. As you fell apart against the sofa, Ominis felt like his head was spinning at your moaning and whimpering.
âOminis, please⊠I-âŠâ you moaned, already feeling your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. You could feel the hot white heat spreading between your legs and into your stomach, nearly squirming against his fingers as he pumped them in and out of you. âIâm going to come.â
Ominis bit at his lip to try and fight the smirk that was growing on his lips, becoming more bold by the way he was making you feel. âCome for me, my love.â His words were enough to send you over the edge, crying out his name as you felt your orgasm hit you. You felt yourself clench around his fingers, back arching off the sofa. Ominis continued to pump his fingers into you as you rode through your orgasm, only stopping when you finally began coming down from your high. He gently removed them, fingers caressing your thighs as he listened to you try to catch your breath again. His lips were against yours once again, hands moving to spread your legs more to give him room. âDo you still want to continue?â
âYes,â you replied to him, your hands still resting upon his back.
âPlease tell me if it hurts.â he repeated himself. Ominis reached down to his cock, positioning himself against your entrance. You could tell he was nervous, and you smoothed your hand along his back to help relax him. You would be a liar if you said you werenât nervous as well, but after everything you had been through together, you wanted nothing more than to be a tangled mess of limbs with Ominis. Your thoughts were interrupted when he began pushing himself inside, and you winced, despite his gentleness. He groaned, feeling this sensation that he had never felt before. Once he was all the way inside, Ominis adjusted against you, and he looked in your direction. âIs it okay if I move?â
You could barely muster a âyesâ from the way you felt so full. Ominis being all the way inside of you but not moving was driving you absolutely mad, and you shifted your hips, desperate for some sort of friction. âPleaseâŠâ you moaned.
Ominis took that as his signal to start thrusting, moving one of his hands to your hip to steady himself. When you began shifting your hips to meet his thrusts, his nerves began melting away as he began to let go, letting out a moan that made you ache for him even more. You pulled him to you so you could crash your lips against his, feeling him reach a steady pace that was earning moans and whimpers from the both of you. Ominisâ tongue met yours again, catching your moans into his mouth as his hips crashed with yours. Both of your hands were all over each other, exploring and caressing skin that you were normally never able to touch before. Restraint was fading away, kisses becoming more wet-mouthed and sloppy, and Ominis began thrusting into you harder. You wrapped your legs around him, shifting downwards on the sofa, which gave him an entirely new angle. Ominis pushed in even deeper, letting out a moan against your neck. âOh, my love.â he whined. âI donât think Iâm going to last much longer.â
âIâm close, too.â you whined, nails starting to dig into the skin of his back. âDonât stop.â you could feel another orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, head thrown back against the sofa.
Just moments later, your orgasm hit you. Your toes curled, feeling your legs jitter as you cried out Ominisâ name a lot louder than you anticipated. The feeling of you clenching around him and the cry of his name was enough to send Ominis over the edge, hearing him let out a broken moan as he pulled out. He stroked himself, spilling his load out onto your stomach and chest with a whine. Ominis nearly collapsed over you, gripping the back of the sofa to keep himself upright so he didnât fall. He leaned down over you as you both tried catching your breath, his hand finding your cheek. âAre you alright, my love?â
âNever better.â you replied with a grin. âDo you mind erm⊠finding something I could clean myself off with?â
Ominis nodded. âYes, of course.â he stood up, grabbing his wand from the table next to the sofa and heading over to the wash basin in the corner, residing behind some curtains. He grabbed a cloth from the shelf, soaking it in the basin, and walking back over to you. Ominis climbed over you, gently running the cloth over your stomach, then to your chest. It was a soft, tender moment between you both that made the both of you grin. âIs that alright?â
âYes, darling.â you spoke, pulling Ominis to you again to exchange another kiss. âI love you.â
Ominis rubbed his thumb against your cheek, climbing onto the sofa and laying on his back, pulling you to rest against his chest. âI love you, too.â He reached over to the edge of the sofa, grasping at the blanket that was lazily draped over the arm, pulling it over the both of you. Ominis turned his head towards you, placing a few kisses against your head. You both soon drifted off to a comfortable slumber, listening to the sounds of the fireplace and relishing in the time you had spent tonight.
hope you enjoyed! you're all sweeter than fudge đ
Keep in mind I'm Dyslexic so there may be spelling/grammar/punctuation errors.
Summery: Ominis has been gone on Auror work and has been out of the country for years. He is finally home and comes around for a little reunion.
A/N: I'm so sorry you are all subjected to such a long rambling. My fingers ran and I followed. Hope you enjoy. Part of this was inspired by this image.
Ominis Gaunt. How to explain Ominis Gaunt?
He was kind. He was caring. He understood your problems. It was very interesting when she learned he was blind. It was many years ago, she had failed a Charms exam. Looking back on it now, that exam wasn't even that important. It was a silly thing to think about how hard she was crying as she walked through the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower. The echoing of shoes and sobs following her as she wandered aimlessly around the castle. All of her other friends had already gone to their other classes, leaving her alone with her emotions and thoughts.Â
"Excuse me?" A gentle voice said behind her.
Turning, she saw a boy. She had seen him before, with his blonde hair slicked back and his piercing blue eyes that never seemed to see her. He was in one of Her other classes, Herbology maybe?Â
She wiped her face on her robe sleeve, trying to rid the signs of her salty tears before he could get a good look and ask questions.
"Yes?" She said, maybe a little more cutting than she intended.Â
He didn't seem to notice, "I couldn't help but hear you crying. Are you alright?"
He knew.
"O-Oh. Yes.....I'm fine," She gave a weak smile in hopes of reassuring him.
"You don't sound fine," He took a few steps closer to her, his wand firmly held out in front of him.
Why did he have his wand out like he was ready for a fight?
She sniffled again, "I am. Promise."
A small chuckle escaped his lips, "Very interesting. Already making promises and braking them. And we haven't known each other more than five minutes."
What did he know?Â
He made his way across the marble floor to stand in front of her. It was interesting, the way he had come from only lead to a dead end, but she could have sworn he wasn't there when she originally passed that part of the corridor.
"Please, I know you don't know me very well, but I can be a very good listener. If you need to talk with someone."Â
And that that was the beginning of a wonderful friendship. Not only did he help her feel better that day, but he was always the constant comfort for her during the rest of her schooling days. It wasn't exactly either of their faults when things started to get in the way after graduation and neither of them had really seen each other in person for a few years. Always owls back and forth about where their career paths took them.Â
Ominis was actually a very good Auror, despite his lack of vision. He and Sebastian worked together, which made her happy that they could stay close with one another. It was a nasty thing that happened with them during their fifth year. It took a while for them to rekindle their friendship. That was really when Ominis and her got close. They were good friends before, but in those months after the incident, Ominis was the one who needed comfort. And that's where she came in. He had alway been there for her, and it was her turn to be there for him. And that's how she found out more about his family. What they did to people. To Him. And there was no way she were going to make him go back to them over the summer.Â
So she offered to let him stay with her. An offer he tried his hardest to refuse, but she wouldn't let him. The summer months spent with her family were an integral part of what made their bond so strong. The days spent out behind her home sitting in the grass under the old oak tree. The sound of her voice as she read him all of those stories she always talked about. He would often slip into a cat nap as she read to him. When she noticed she couldn't help but smile and continue on reading, lest he wake up again.Â
And now here she was, sitting at the table in her flat as an owl swooped in, dropping a letter in front of her. She had been expecting the small envelope for a few days. Details of when Ominis would be coming into the city again. He had been away somewhere in Eastern Europe on a case for a while. He had told her that she would not be able to refuse to see him, it had been far too long. She had offered him to come to her flat. She knew he wasn't one for crowded pubs, much preferring a quiet setting.Â
I'll be there on Friday.Â
7pm.Â
Ominis
It was an oddly short note, but he surely was getting things wrapped up and didn't have a lot of time to be sending out his normal pages of writing she had grown accustomed to.Â
--
She fiddled with her dress, smoothing the silk under her fingers. The motion was almost unconscious, a way for her to let out the small bit of anxiety that was bubbling up in the pit of her stomach. She poured herself a glass of wine and took a few sips, hoping to calm her nerves. She knew that Ominis couldn't see her, but she still felt the need to check her appearance in the mirror one more time, just to be sure she looked okay. She had always had a soft spot for the man--She even had a crush on him during their school years. She could feel the old emotions of that school girl crush coming back up to the surface as the clock inched closer to seven. She shook her head, trying to get rid of those thoughts. It had been years since she'd seen him, she was acting silly.Â
There was a knock at the door.
She set her glass down on the table before making her way down the hall and opening the door.Â
And there he was, in all of his glory. Time had been very kind to him. He still sported his hair style from school, slicked back and still just as blonde as it had always been. He still had the same smile on his face. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she took him in. He had a wonderful blue three piece suit that fit his chest and arms snuggly.Â
She took a deep breath, collecting herself, "Ominis!"
"Hello, dear," He held his arms out, inviting her in for a hug.
She didn't hesitate to walk right into them as she snaked her arms around his torso, burying her face into his chest. She felt his arms close around her in a tight hug. The feeling of being in his arms was just something so right. She could feel the butterflies of her old crush fluttering in her chest. She almost welcomed them as she took in his cologne. He smelled of mint and something she couldn't quite pinpoint. Perhaps a new aftershave? It had been a long time, he was bound to have something different about him. She wasn't complaining though, she welcomed the delicious aroma he put off.Â
"Miss me that much?" He chuckled, still holding onto her tightly.
She felt the rumble in his chest as he laughed, and she realized she could hear his heart beating as well, thrumming against his ribs. She looked up at him from her place in his arms and giggled lightly as his jest.
"Is that such a bad thing?" She questioned with a teasing tone to her voice.
She saw the small smile he had been wearing grow wider at her question and he shook his head, "I suppose not."Â
She smiled up at him and slowly pulled away from his arms, taking his hand and leading him into her home, "Tell me about Eastern Europe. You know I don't get to travel. I would love to hear about it."
They found seats at her small table in her kitchen and she poured him a glass of wine before sitting back where she had her own sitting from before.Â
"Well, I'm not sure how much I can tell you. Sebastian did do a wonderful job at painting me a picture of what it looked like, but I'm not sure I could really do it justice," He admitted as he took a sip of his wine.
"Well, tell me how you saw it. What opinions do you have in that brilliant head of yours."
He smiled again, "Well, how to describe it...."
He thought for a moment, swirling his wine in his hand as he sank back in his chair. He was starting to relax, lose all those silly 'proper' mannerisms. He knew he could really relax with her, not have to worry about the judgment he was so used to.Â
After a moment he spoke up, "Well, it could be loud. Walking the streets with Sebastian. He told me how beautiful the architecture was, how different it was from home. There were always carriages being driven around, and people. But, there was a little shop down one of the quieter side streets. They had the most wonderful coffee there, and good pastries. The smell of them was so delicious," He was smiling widely as he recounted the memory, "And at night, when all of the people were finally gone.....It was so peaceful. The only sounds were my footsteps and a few owls that had a nest near where we were staying. That was when I really enjoyed the city."
She smiled at him, "That does sound lovely. Maybe on day you can show me that little pastry shop."
"I would love to. I thought about you every time I went there, you know. I know how much you adore sweets and sugary things."
He thought of her? Well, of course she thought of him, but she hadn't thought that he gave her much more thought than when he got a letter from her that he had to write a reply to. It almost caught her off guard.
Ominis noticed her silence and spoke again, "Darling, I must admit--I thought about you more than when I went to that shop. More than when I got your letters," He sighed, running a hand through his hair before he sat up straight again, "I don't know how I've managed these years apart from you, being back here now. When you opened the door I felt like I dove head first into the Black Lake. I can't keep my feelings a secret any longer."
His feelings? What was he talking about? Surely his didn't mean what she thought he did.
He stood from his place at the table and came to stand in front of her before swiftly getting to his knees. He held his hands out to her, an invitation that she couldn't decline. She placed her hands in his and he squeezed them lightly. She looked down at him as he stayed like that for a moment before he continued.
"I'v had feelings for you since we were at school. I thought that maybe it was just a school boy's crush and I would get over it. I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship on something that I would forget about in a few weeks," He chuckled, "But I was very wrong."
She sat there, him still holding onto her hands. She watched him carefully, taking in every detail she could. How his pale skin seemed to almost glow under the light filling the room. Every last little beauty mark on his face--They almost looked like constellations. She had realized she was holding her breath at that point and took a sharp inhale.Â
She felt Ominis's hands tighten around hers as she did so, almost as if he was afraid of her answer. Like if he didn't hold her tight enough, she would float away like a balloon in the wind.Â
She still harbored feelings for him, but it had been years. He was bound to be a different person, as was she. Would they be able to have a relationship after being away from each other for so long?
"Ominis-" She began before being cut off by his deep sigh.
"Please, just give this a chance. Give us a chance. I have lived without you for too long. You are every thought on my mind. Your voice is like sweet nectar to my ears. Your scent is intoxicating. I understand why men do such rash things for the women they love. I would do anything for you. Anything to be the one who gets to know who you really are behind closed doors. To be the one who gets to feel your soft caress," He suddenly let go of her hands and moved them to rest one on  the arm of her chair, and the other to rest on her thigh.Â
The feeling of his hand on her sent a shiver up her spine. She felt the goosebumps rising under his touch. His words were already making her feel dazed. How could he hide such strong feelings from her for so long? Why did he pick now to tell all of it to her?Â
She felt his hand squeeze her thigh lightly, another sigh leaving his lips.
"I don't think you understand what you do to me, darling," He chuckled and shook his head almost in a teasing way.
"What?" She could feel her underwear staring to get damp.
He leaned in closer, his chest now hovering over her body and his head tilted up to hers as she looked down at him, "You don't understand what you do to me." His voice was husky now, and barely above a whisper.
She felt her breath hitch and her skin ignite under the warmth of his proximity. Her heart was practically beating out of her chest and the butterflies in her stomach threatened to fly away with her. In that moment, she could swear that Ominis was staring right at her. Pouring his soul into hers.Â
He leaned in even more, noses touching and lips ghosting over each other, "I'm going to kiss you now, if you'll allow it."
She barely heard him over the sound of blood pumping in her ears. She couldn't manage to speak, not the she didn't try. So, she opted to just nod ever so lightly, not wanting to move her lips too far away from his.
He pressed his lips to hers, gentle and sweet. It was in his nature to be gentle with her. He had always been that way with her. His hand on the chair swiftly moved to the crook of her neck, finally giving her the skin on skin contact she hadn't realized she was craving. His thumb rested gingerly on her jaw as their lips moved in sync.Â
After Ominis had done his testing of the waters, she felt his kiss get more aggressive, more rough. More like he was drinking in the sweet waters he had been yearning for, for years. The fire in him only growing as her lips moved to match his rhythm, surprisingly enough for her. She didn't realize she had wanted this so badly, to feel his lips on hers, to feel his hands on her. It was enough to drive her mad, and she craved more.Â
Ominis moved his lips from hers, earning a soft whimper in disagreement. He chuckled again as his lips adeptly found their way to her neck, laying a path of soft kisses.Â
She bit her lip, feeling the trail of heat and the tingling sensation he left in his wake. His hand on her thigh moved suddenly, slipping higher, his thumb grazing as he went. He was getting dangerously close to her now. She let out a soft moan as he began sucking on her neck.
She felt him smirk into her skin, "I want to see you. All of you."
What did that mean? See her?
His mouth moved to her ear, his hot breath washing over her. And almost as if he read her mind he spoke in a hushed whisper, "You know I see with my hands."
Oh.
Oh.
Her body moved before her mind could process. She quickly stood, causing Ominis to almost fall over. He was thankfully quick on his feet, standing not a moment later. She grabbed his hand and pulled him along behind her as she made her way to her room.Â
As soon as she crossed the threshold, his hands were all over her. She would never know how he seemed to just know. Right now, though, all she could think about was he feeling of him running his hands down her sides as he pressed his body against hers from behind. He went straight back to kissing her neck again as his hands moved to the back of her dress.
She could feel as he delicately undid each button, running his fingers behind on the newly exposed skin of her back.
"Your skin is so much softer than I imagined," He said as he laid a few kisses across her shoulders, pulling the dress down off of them.
As soon as it he got it past her shoulders he let go, letting it fall to the floor, all but forgotten as he slid his hands down her back slowly. Savoring every inch of her now exposed body.Â
Her breathing was shallow. She took quick breaths to try and fill her lungs, but nothing she did could stop them from screaming at her as she felt his hands leaving goosebumps behind them.
"W-Would you like me to show you?" She managed out.Â
He hummed an agreement, his fingers still tracing out the shape of her shoulder blades under her skin.
She turned to face him, almost as if he was commanding her and she was to obey. He held his hands out to her, his eyes half closed in what only could be disturbed as a sultry glance. She bit her lip, taking his hands by his wrists. She could feel his pulse. She was glad that his body had to be screaming at him as much as hers was.Â
Gently, she brought his hands to her chest, letting him cup her breasts in his hands. She watched him as he did so, his mouth falling open ever so slightly. He moved his thumbs over her hardened nipples which elicited a muffled moan from her as she clamped down harder on her bottom lip. She watched him smirk and blink a few times before she moved his hands, sliding them along her abdomen to rest on her hips. He squeezed lightly at first before digging his fingers into her flesh, his nails almost leaving marks.
"You are exquisite," He breathed.
He squeezed one more time and she felt her legs getting more slick by the second. She then moved his hands behind her, letting him rest them on her bum. He gave it a good squeeze before leaning in and kissing her again. His lips hungry for her, passion and desire leaking out of them.Â
She realized that she was the only one naked in the moment, and she wasn't about to let him get away with that. She quickly started unbuttoning his vest as their tongues melded together. The only sounds in the room were wet lips and heavy breathing with a few moans here and there.Â
Ominis's hands moved again, this time on their own to grab her hips again, digging his nails into her skin. She let out a small moan, prompting him to do it again. After a few more moments of unbuttoning his clothing and wet kissing, he stood before her in just his trousers.
She took in the sight of him, soaking in every detail of his form. He was still lean as he had been in school, but there were ever so slight layers of muscle that tugged at his skin in just the right way. He looked absolutely divine. Her lip found it's way between her teeth again as she tried to count every little round mark on his skin. She could spend hours just trying to commit each one's location to memory.Â
"Enjoying the view?" He raised an eyebrow at her as he kicked out of his shoes.
"Oh, more than you know."Â
He let out a deep chuckle as he stepped toward her.
"Lay down," His voice was rough and commanding.Â
She didn't hesitate to obey, quickly making her way to the bed and laying down. He made his way to her, grabbing her thighs and pulling her to the edge of the bed. She let out a small yelp to which he only smirked. He guided her underwear off slowly, letting his fingers graze her skin. He spread her legs wide, holding on to her knees as he he knelt down in front of her. His hands moved from her knees and slid slowly up her inner thighs, his calloused fingertips grazing her in a way that made her feel like she was on fire. He slipped on of his hands under her leg, lifting it onto his shoulder and firmly holding it in place by her thigh. He squeezed again, pressing his cheek into her soft skin.
"You are a divine gift from the Gods, my sweet."
Every time he spoke words like that to her, she could feel her whole core tremble. If he could make her feel like this with just words, what could he do-?
Her thoughts were cut off by the sudden feeling of his finger sliding over her clit. She gasped and almost pulled away from the sensation, only to be stopped by his firm hand on her leg.
"Ah, there you are," He said.
He quickly backtracked his movements, pressing light circles against her. She let out another string of moans as he worked her sensitive area. She looked down at him, watching him. His mouth was parted and she could see the desire written on his face.
"You are music to my ears, dove."
He continued like that for a few moments before dipping his fingers to her entrance, feeling the pool she had left for him. Because of him.
"Oh, you are so deliciously wet for me, love," He smirked again, sliding two fingers into her slowly, relishing in the feeling surrounding them. She threw her head back against the bed. He let out a small groan that mixed with the moan she let out at feeling him inside of her.Â
He began pumping his fingers slowly, the sweet sound of her drawn out moans and the wet slapping of her pussy hitting his ears. He picked up the pace, shoving his fingers as far as they would go.
"O-Oh, f-fuck!" She arched her back. His fingers were like magic as he worked her.
He stopped suddenly, removing his fingers quickly. She whined at the loss of him, looking back to see him slowly put his fingers into his mouth, sucking her off of them.
"Merlin, you taste phenomenal."
He quickly stood, unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his member, pumping it a few times with gritted teeth.
"On your knees." He commanded.
She quickly got off the bed, kneeling in front of him. He still held himself in his hand. He used his other hand to grip onto her hair.
"Open," He growled.
This was a new side to him that she hadn't seen before, and she wasn't ashamed to say that she liked it. She liked being commanded by him, she liked how he gripped her, how he pleased her. So, she did as she was told. She opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out, ready to accept him.
He slowly guided himself into her mouth, a muffled groan escaping his lips. He moved her head by the hair firmly in his fist, stroking himself ever so slowly.Â
"Your mouth is so fucking good." Ominis was not one for swearing. He hardly ever said anything one would consider crass, and that made this all the more attractive to her.
After he gave her a moment to acquaint herself with his size, he began thrusting his length into her quicker. Soft groans coming from him as he did. He began picking up speed, thrusting harder, shoving his whole length down her throat. She tried to keep her throat relaxed, not choke on him, but she couldn't keep it up. She gagged loudly, which caused him to pull out entirely, a wide smirk on his face.
"Good girl," He said, "Now, get back on the bed. Ass up."
She moved and got back on the bed on her hands and knees, putting her bum in the air. She felt him get on the bed behind her, his hands gripping onto her hips. He slid one of his hands down her bum and felt for her entrance before taking his length and pressing his tip against her.
"Ready, love?"
"Y-Yes," She breathed. She had never imagined that their reunion would turn into this, but she was happy it had.
Without another word, he roughly pushed into her, feeling her walls around him with a drawn out groan.Â
"Fuck," He muttered, rolling his hips.
She moaned out as he did so, feeling him fill her.Â
He reached out and gripped her hair again, pulling her to support her top half with her hands. He began bucking into her wildly, moans and groans filling the room as they both felt the pleasure rocketing through their bodies with each connection of hips.Â
"That's right. Take it, darling, " He groaned, "You take my cock so well."
She could feel him hitting deep within her, right on that magic little spot. Each thrust of his length hitting perfectly. The knot in her stomach was tight, almost painfully so a he continued his pace, her moaning loud and unbridled. He moved his hand from her hair and slipped it around her mouth, leaning forward to press his chest against her back.
"Quite, darling. I want to hear my cock fuck that pretty pussy of yours," He almost purred into her ear.Â
He continued to buck his hips as he stayed over her like that with his hand over her mouth. Her moans muffled by his firm grip on her face. He grunted into her ear as he listened to the wet sound of skin on skin echo off the walls surrounding them.Â
"Mmmm," He said something after that. Something that she could only describe as air slithering past his tongue.Â
Parseltongue.Â
He let the sweet sounds of it pass his lips as he fucked her. Listening to him speak to her like that was only serving to drive her more mad. She could feel herself getting closer as the friction became almost unbearable.Â
Her walls began to tighten around him, causing him to let out another groan.
"Let it out, dove. Come for me," He whispered into her ear, sitting up in his knees again and gripping her waist tightly.Â
The then began pounding into her, pulling her hips to meet his as he groaned and grunted at the feeling of her tight pussy around him.
It didn't take long for her to get to her climax after that as he continued to hit her sweet spot. Her legs shook under her as the knot in her stomach came undone.Â
"O-Oh, Ominis!" She moaned loudly as she came. Her breath heavy.
He chuckled, continuing to hit her hard as his own climax came over him. He groaned loudly, pushing as far into her as he could, filling her to the brim.Â
They stayed in that position for a moment, both panting hard as they came down from the high of their escapade. After a moment, Ominis pulled out, falling onto the bed next to her. She quickly followed his lead and laid next to him.
He opened his arms for her to come closer to him and she happily obliged, cuddling herself into his chest as his arms wrapped around her. He kissed her forehead and then rested his chin on top of her head.
"How was that?" He asked.
She giggled, "That was....It was wonderful."
He chuckled and squeezed her tightly to him, "Good."
~nsfw not explicit, showering, gentle, kissing, relaxation, mostly written to admire him~
Showering with Ominis Gaunt is always a pleasurable experience. He slides off his necktie and hangs it over the towel rack so he may disrobe. Then he strips off his three-piece suit, revealing his slender, pale body. Beauty marks like the ones upon his face fleck across the rest of him, tooâa few on his sides, sparse ones hiding among the blonde hair of his chest, one nestled beside his navel, and a few marks rolling up his arms, across his shoulders, and down his defined back. His back is gorgeous, with the perfect amount of muscle definition around his shoulder blades, and a cute dip in his waist.
He likes to clean his teeth before a shower, and usually does so without taking off his pants. But once his teeth are minty and fresh, the anticipation is worth it. With his pants gone, you can admire all the bits no one else can. His ass is nicely round with a subtle jiggle as he walks. His legs are defined, slim, and quite long. And, of course, he has other delicious bits just below his light happy trail and pubic hair. You're able to observe these bits from behind as he bends down to turn the shower on.
Once he steps into the shower, he holds out his hand to you, beckoning you to join him. The shower is hot and steamy. Your favorite days are hair-washing days. Ominis dips his head under the flowing water, wetting his blonde hair. Its normally refined appearance comes undone by the incalescent water, and locks of it fall across his forehead.
When he lifts his arms to rub the fragrant amber shampoo into his hair, he looks almost godlike in elegance. The gentle push and pull of his breathing, the way his muscles contract as his slender fingers work throughout his hair, his closed eyes and slightly open mouthâyou could get lost in the scene. But all good things must come to an end, and he inevitably rinses the sudsy product out.
He turns a little toward the water, body stretching, skin tight along his muscles, as he washes his face with his gentle sandalwood-smelling soap. Then he lathers up a soft washcloth and runs the suds all along his body. Water-logged soap slips down his fair skin when he bends to wash his legs and run the cloth over his slender feet. Ominis leaves no crevice, no nook and cranny unclean. He gets inside of his navel and along the backs of his ears. Every now and again, he must push back his unruly hair; sometimes doing so leaves him with a most becoming smile and chuckle.
Ominis' favorite part comes up: washing you. He uses a clean rag and your favorite soap. With a refined, subdued smile in your directionâand a gorgeous glimmer in his beautiful blue eyesâhe starts with you. He's gentle and tender. The soft cloth cleans your arms, including sensually along your fingers and knuckles, across your chest, down your stomach. His opposite hand leaves lingering featherlight touches upon your flesh. Extremely intuitive as he is, he knows where to spend extra tender loving care. He washes everywhere you want, anywhere you feel comfortable.
Once you're rinsed off, it's not unlike him to trail kisses along your favorite spots. He loves making you feel safe and admired. Ominis adores when you're fully relaxed, and he wants nothing more than to worship every inch of your flesh. He leaves you with plenty of soft-spoken pet namesâangel, darling, my love, and any of your personal favorites. Heâs happy to throw in parseltongue, if thatâs what you love from him.
As his lips finish exploring you and the water loses its heat, he turns the shower off and helps you out of the tub. He takes a towel from the rack and wraps it around you before attending to himself. Watching him towel off is almost as erotic as watching him shower. The soft fabric of his towel caresses his flesh, taking moisture and droplets away with each dignified and methodical swipe. When he dries his back, he puts the towel in both hands and runs it along himself. This shakes and jiggles all the right bits for you to enjoy.
He folds the towel around his waist and dons his deodorant and masculine cologneâa mix of your favorite scents, aphrodisiacs he knows gets you going. And from the look in his eyes, it's going to be a long, sweaty, blissful night.
Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x f!reader
Word count: 1.2k words
Warnings: 18+, explicit, smut (public sex, fingering, unprotected v sex)
Prompt: i feel like there's so many fics already of messing around with the hl characters in the library, figured why not add to the library (ba dum tiss) of them. also i wanted to write more ominis smut considering my sweeter than fudge story did so well (thank you for that btw). i don't like how short this is but, i just wanted to get to the point. hope you enjoy.
Summary: Ominis takes you to a private alcove in the library, and proceeds to get naughty with you.
"O-OhâŠ" you whimpered against Ominis' shoulder, trying to stay quiet. "We're going to get caught."Â
"Not if you stay quiet. We are in the library after all." Ominis replied, letting out a quiet chuckle as his fingers were pressed against your heat under your skirt. He had moved your underwear aside, his long fingers finding that sensitive bud and making those gentle circles that made you unravel in his arms. Your legs felt weak as your bottom was pressed against one of the tables, and you felt like your head was spinning. When you finally shifted to a comfortable position and let out another quiet whimper, Ominis let out another deep chuckle. âThatâs a good girl.â Ominisâ words added to the pleasure you were experiencing, biting your lip to suppress the moan that wanted to escape your lips.Â
You fought to keep your eyes open, wanting to keep some sort of watch in case that someone came up to this little alcove you two were hiding in, even though you knew nobody ever came up here. However, the thrill of being caught was something that excited you and Ominis, but you would never admit that. Your hips pressed further against his palm, wanting more. Ominis grinned, moving a finger down to your entrance and circling it to tease you. âIs this what you want, my love?â
You nodded feverishly, fingers digging into Ominisâ arms. âYes, pleaseâŠâ your reply was enough to earn a finger being pushed into your entrance, immediately causing a small moan to escape from your lips, hand slapping over your mouth to muffle the sound. Your wetness squelched against Ominisâ finger as he pumped it in and out of you, letting out a hiss at the warm, tight heat surrounding his finger. He knew your need for him was heavy after the way you kept stroking his thigh under the table whilst you were studying, and he needed a way to stifle you in order to get some kind of work done. âI want moreâŠâÂ
Ominis chuckled once again, and you could feel him grin against your neck. âPatience, my love. Weâll get there.â Once you were ready for him, he pushed in a second finger, steadily pushing them back and forth inside of you to the point that you were struggling to keep your moans muffled enough in the quiet library. If you were any louder, you would start to raise suspicion, if you hadnât already. You knew that Ominis was enjoying the sound of you struggling to keep quiet, it was one of the things that fueled him.Â
Another whimper slipped out of you as he curled his fingers, brushing them against that spot that left you breathless and desperate. âOminisâŠâ you moaned, gripping against him so tightly that you were convinced you were leaving some sort of bruises beneath the fabric of his clothes. âPlease, youâre driving me mad.âÂ
Ominis grinned, and let out a sarcastic sigh. âWho am I to deny you, my love?â he gently removed his fingers from you, licking your arousal from them, and moving them down to his trousers. You bit your lip in anticipation as you could hear him unbuckle his belt and undo the button on his trousers, pulling them down just enough to free his cock. He stepped back forward towards you, and you could feel him press the head against your entrance. Ominis let out a groan as he pushed himself inside of you, and you moaned against his shoulder. When Ominis didnât immediately start moving, you ground your hips against his, letting out a whine. His fingers gripped your hips through your skirt as he began to gently thrust into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he quickened his pace, your lips meeting as quiet moans escaped the both of you.Â
âOh Merlin⊠OminisâŠâ you moaned against his mouth. Ominis only responded with a quiet moan, his tongue swiping against yours as you both continued to kiss. You were unraveling under his touch, becoming unable to suppress the moans that were escaping from your mouth. After you had let out a fairly loud whimper, Ominisâ free hand moved over your mouth.Â
Ominis panted quietly. âYou must stay quiet, my love.â he whispered into your ear, biting against the skin of your lobe. Your eyelids became heavy, head tilting back from the pleasure you were experiencing. âIf you canât behave, Iâll have to stop.â You could only whine against Ominisâ hand, letting out a noise in response to his words, not ever wanting him to stop. Ominis let out a quiet chuckle as he panted, knowing you would never want to stop. âYou feel so goodâŠâ he moaned quietly against your ear. âSo tight for meâŠâ You shifted your hips against the table to grind against his, meeting him at every thrust, causing more pleasure to rise between you both. You moaned against his hand once again, feeling your orgasm begin to rise in your lower belly. The sensation of him grinding his hips against that oh so sensitive nub, along with the feeling of his hand over your mouth to constrict your noises, was simply adding to your pleasure. Ominis could feel your orgasm building, and let out another deep chuckle against the shell of your ear. âAre you going to come for me?âÂ
You could only whimper in response against the soft flesh of his hand, the white heat finally snapping in your gut, and your orgasm hit you. Throwing your head back, you moaned against Ominisâ palm, feeling yourself tighten around his shaft. The sensation earned a groan from Ominis, relishing in the feeling of your pulsing walls around him. It was enough to drive Ominis towards his own orgasm, and you felt his hips stutter as he released inside of you, letting out a moan against your neck.Â
Once you came down from your high, you looked around, seeing nobody had come up to your hidden spot, and you let out a small sigh of relief. You didnât need any more gossip to be spread around, especially about something like this. Ominis gently removed himself from you, closing his trousers and belt closed once again, before bending down to pull your tights back up to your hips, and adjust the fabric of your skirt. Even after such a small, quick session in the library, Ominis was always the gentleman, making sure you looked decent. He stood back up, pulling you to him by the hips, and giving you a gentle kiss, in which you gladly returned. After a few moments together in silence, you decided to head back over to where you were studying, being greeted by an annoyed Sebastian at your table.Â
âYou know, Iâm not going to keep covering for your shenanigans in the library.â he taunted, implying he was fully aware of what you two were doing. âYou owe me.â
âWe were just trying to find a book.â Ominis quickly lied, but your chuckle quickly disproved him. He looked at you with an annoyed expression, knowing Sebastian wasnât going to let this go.
âDidnât know the process of trying to find a book included what you were doing, but I wonât question your relationship.â
âSebastian!â Ominis scolded him, earning nothing but a chuckle in response.
âGet me a Butterbeer the next time weâre in Hogsmeade, and Iâll stay quiet about this, hm?â
Ominis Gaunt x f!reader, Sebastian Sallow x f!reader
18+, Smut, Angst
Chapter 26: Intimidation and invigoration
As your gaggle of team members and supporters passed by the couple, Sebastian couldn't help but notice your presence, catching your eye and exchanging a wordless agreement to talk later. The very last person you wanted to think about had now become the focus of your already turbulent thoughts.
You were thankful for the interruption with Imelda's presence at your side, though relief turned to confusion as she gripped your forearm to pull you behind the group until you were walking more or less alone. You looked at her suspiciously as she cast a furtive glance around before revealing the reason for her odd behaviour.
âI have something for you,â she said, her voice barely audible over the hum of activity around you.
âWhatâŠ?â
She slipped something out of her robes, though it was hidden mostly by her hand, you caught a glint of something reflective in the bright sun.
âTake it, itâll help," she said, shoving the mystery object into your free hand.
The object you'd just received was a bottle; small and inconspicuous and filled with a pearlescent white liquid. You glanced at the contents and promptly shoved it into your pocket.
