Boyfriend Benefits - Ominis Gaunt
Here's Ominis' play out of events following this little scenario. Sebastian's coming soon xo - MDNI + 3000ish words of slow burn smut.
There was a clear level of blatant animosity suffocating the air of your dorm as you sat sheepishly with your ankles crossed at your vanity; shoulders slumped. The mirrors reflection in front of you only managing to cast an ounce of the uncomfortable tension you felt etching like needles across your sweat-dampened skin as Ominis paced the room in silence. He’d been doing so for quite some time now. Minutes, hours, who knew - but you were able to do little more than watch agonizingly as it seemed his internal thoughts argued with themselves. The way his boots hit the floor with each step, the way his fists clenched with every attempt at reasoning - you knew this was your fault. Or well… not only your fault. Sebastian was the one to blame for bringing your behind-closed-door secret to light after he let out the worlds worst compliment to Ominis after one too many whiskey shots behind the quidditch pitch earlier this evening.
“Your girlfriend tastes fucking delicious Ominis…”
The six words had consumed you since you were dragged away from your friends and tossed into the now awkward familiarity of the room where all that had happened just a few nights before. You hadn’t even had time yet to change the bed sheets. Eyes flickering to anything and everything in the room, your gaze ran across a photograph strip of Ominis and yourself taken on the first date you’d had together in Hogsmeade well over a year ago now; happy, in love, loyal.
“How could you?” It was the first thing he’d said all night since the quidditch pitch.
His tone was lower than usual as Ominis addressed you. Solemn. Dry. There was absolutely no feeling, no emotion, no melancholy. You shifted in your seat in an attempt to get comfortable if possible but it was no use; any move you made stung with self-regarded selfishness.
“Ominis… I…”, you had little more to defend yourself with than half-attempted apologies you’d already cycled through a half dozen times tonight already; in an attempt to fill the void and silence you’d been sitting through.
“And with Sebastian of all blood people.”
“It was a mistake. Honestly. It - it was a one-time thing.”
Oh no it wasn’t. That was a total fucking lie. Sallow and you had been getting up close and personal behind Ominis’ back for months now. Not that you’d admit it. You’d rather be flogged, tortured, forced to swear black and blue before you let that secret slip. A clandestine covert you’d take to the grave.
“Let… let me make it up to you Omi”, you tried to reason as he clearly wasn’t having any of your apologies. “ …I’ll, I’ll let you punish me. As you see fit.”
“Punish you?”
Ominis’ voice echoed throughout the dorm; a harsh, humourless laugh spilling from the back of his throat as the words escaped from his lips.
“You think you deserve a punishment? To be punished? Oh no sweetheart…”, he shook his head, fist tightening around his wand as he dropped it slightly, no longer aiding his mindless wandering; a wave of bitter conflict and disappointment washing over him instantaneously. “You deserve so much worse than that. You deserve to be cast out. You deserve to be shunned by everyone you know and everyone you love. You deserve to be left with nothing but the bitter taste of betrayal and the knowledge that you threw away the one good thing you had in your life.”
It was clear Ominis was angry, hurt — and something else. Each drawn-out breath he now took proved that he was wrestling with a conflict of emotions that ate him up from the inside. But there was something else; something lingering across his expression, across his skin, across his eyes which Ominis forced himself not to acknowledge.
“However”, his voice softened only slightly back to his usual tone as he approached you, “You want me to punish you… chastise you… seek payback for what you’ve done…”
Ominis reached out towards you with his free hand; soft fingers brushing against your dampened hair and tear-stained cheek as he pursed his lips; fighting himself on whether the path to retribution he was about to take was worth his time, his hassle, his energy.
“Fine. Consider this punishment your last and final warning. I’ll make you remember why you belong to me. I’ll remind you why you’ll never be able to betray me again.”
Fingers knotting into your hair roughly; Ominis yanked you up from where you were seated and forced you to stumble across the carpeted floor; onto the bed.
“Strip”, he scoffed, “Now.” The command in his voice was dangerously low. “I want to see every inch of that body which dared to be touched by another. Slattern tramp. I’m going to remind you exactly who you belong to.”
Robes, vest, tie, shirt, skirt - each item stripped and tossed to the floor as instructed without a question. Ominis listened intently to each garment fall and pool at your feet; counting them one by one as he crossed off the list in his head.
“I said strip. Strip.”
Your breath caught to knot in the back of your throat as you reached around the unclasp and step out of the lace undergarments you’d worn and were hoping to show off rather than despoil to the floor. Hearing the last two garments hit the floor; Ominis took a tight grip on your wrist and forced you down; back now against the bed.
“And maybe dear… just maybe… if you please me well enough, I’ll consider giving you a second chance you clearly don’t deserve. Don’t expect it to be easy though. I’m going to make you work for every scrap of forgiveness.”
Leaning down over you; his breath hovered hot against the sensitive skin of your ear. “Now be a good little harlot and do exactly as I say before I lose what little patience I still have left for you.”
Pushing onto the bed to kneel between your legs, you felt his fingers dance along the sweat-slicken skin of your thighs as his thumb found its way to your clit; pushing roughly against it. He scoffed at the barely there whimper you eluded, the minor shift of your hips that rocked beneath him. He drank in the feel; the heat radiating off your skin.
“Good girl…”, he murmured into your ear with an approving rumble. “I bet you look like a proper little slut laying there. Beneath me. My pretty little plaything.”
My - ugh; you had for a moment forgotten how possessive he could be.
“You thought you could forget that, couldn’t you? Thought you could get away with letting another boy touch you, taste you, without consequence?” As Ominis’ voice roughened so did his thumb at your clit. “You thought wrong my dear - oh so very fucking wrong.”
Lifting himself up to take both your wrists and pin them above your head, Ominis let the tip of his wand dig into the hollow of your throat and drag with a hot sting down the valley of your breasts.
“Keep your hands above your head”, he ordered, sitting up to shuffle back down the bed. “Don’t you dare move them or touch yourself without my permission. This is about punishing you; not pleasuring you. Understood?”
Your semi-restrained form he ran his hands along, to paint the perfect image in his head of what he was dealing with tonight was absolutely perfect, even if he couldn’t see it. His wand snapping with a flick between your knees, you grit your teeth at the stinging infliction and mewl out a culpable groan.
“Spread your legs. Now.” The command was simple. “Show me everything. Give me access to those pretty pink folds that dared to be touched by Sebastian.”
You did as you were told. Knees falling; thighs opening; slit already wet. The mention of that name - ugh that name you just wanted to delete from your minds browser history. Feeling Ominis’ lips at your knees, you let your head fall back; each kiss tantalizing in this game of punishment and pleasure you were now definitely sure you wanted to be playing.
“You’re going to pay for your betrayal dear. You’re going to pay for hours, days, weeks, months years. Going to pay in ways that you can’t even begin to fathom or imagine; but first — first I’m going to remind you of exactly who you belong to and I’m going to make sure you never forget it again.”
Twirling his wand around with a schooled flick of his wrists; Ominis held the blade and brushed the hardwood aspen handle lightly over your folds. His fingers followed suit, feeling just how wet you already where as he pressed a kiss soft to your clit.
“Tsk, tsk. Look at how wet you are. Insatiable little harlot. Always hungry for more it seems; always craving something to fill that empty little void inside you.” Pressing the wands handle harder against your slick heat; the woods cool, stark contrast was teasingly delectable against your scorching heat. “I bet you forgot about that though… didn’t you? This is mine; all mine. To pleasure, to please, to control.”
Whirling his wand around; it was a short, sharp, slap of the tip against your clit that caused you to grip at the headboard; the handle finding its way swiftly to your entrance. Each word Ominis spoke was punctuated with a sharp thrust of his wand. You couldn’t hold back. Biting your lip only did so much to suppress the moans that choked in your throat and knotted off the tip of your tongue.
“Tell me dear; did Sebastian make you feel this good? Did his touch set your body on fire the way mine does? Always has?” He shifted the wand handle inside you to cradle up against that sensitive spot he knew would have you seeing stars. “Or am I still the only one to - let’s not say, satisfy you; but give you what you need?”
Ominis could feel your body clench and quiver around the wand as he thrust the handle in at an excruciating rate. He made note of the way the hitch of your breath changed, the way you gasped and moaned, rollong your eyes with each touch, back arching off the bed; chest rising and falling just the way he had intended. You stayed silent though - knowing the question was a trap. Knowing that it was something Ominis was hoping you’d just walk straight into. Chuckling against your skin; he kissed at your hip and let a cruel, wicked smile tug at the corners of his lips.
“He doesn’t - does he?”
You murmured a soft no in response not being able to keep the answer to yourself.
“Doesn’t what my love? Make you feel good? Fill you? Fuck you? Give you the attention like the desperate little slut you are.” Each word brought on a rougher thrust of the wand, it smacking against your swollen core. He could feel beneath him your lower body trembling; hear your hands grip at the headboard so lightly he was sure your knuckles were turning white. Ominis could hear the desperate, needy sounds falling from your lips and each clung to him; to the promise of pleasure, pain, and retribution.
“Remember this… remember the feeling of my wand inside you; claiming you, punishing you, pleasing you. Remember the way it makes your body sing. The way I play your body like the instrument that it is. You belong to me - you’re mine; now and forever. No matter what you do, who you do, how far you run, where you slink off to between the shadows… you’ll always belong to me.”
Gripping at your hip, Ominis pulled you down onto the wand, impaling you as he forced you to ride the wood with savage intensity as his mouth found your sensitive bundle of nerves and murmured against it.
“This is the start of your punishment - your penance.” He nipped at your skin; feeling your back arch off the bed again in a perfect curve of pleasure and ecstasy.
“Now scream for me. Scream my name. Let the whole fucking castle know who’s causing you to feel this way. Who you belong to. Let them know you’re mine and mine alone.”
The sweet sound of his name coursing through the dungeons was like the first songbirds cry to a new spring. He could feel the way your body tensed; hear the desperation as you repeated his name like a broken record again and again and again. Panting and gasping. The way your body clenched around his wand as if trying to pull it in deeper, needier; hold it inside of you with greed.
“P-pl-please Omi..”
“Please?”, he hocked with a cruel laugh as his lips continued to assault your clit. “Please what? Please stop? Please give you more?” He kept up the pace of his wands thrusts driving it deeper, harder, and faster into your dripping heat.
“You want to come, don’t you dear?”, he growled the question between your folds and brushed his tongue against your already occupied entrance. “You want to beg for it? Bed for me to let you find your release?”
Although he could feel his own desires climbing; Ominis remained stoic to how you were making him feel; your hips rocking in agony chasing a pleasure you knew he wasn’t going to so easily give up and in.
“Go on then; but this is all you get. The wand and nothing else. Come for me; like the helpless little slut that you are. Come on my wand; show me that you remember who you belong to.”
Ominis could feel your body starting to convulse beneath him; your walls grip at his wand like a vice as your high approached. The exiguity echoing from your voice against every wall in the room, testament to the desire and need you craved reward for. Hot breath against your slit, your hips bucked up towards Ominis - wanting to be teased, wanting to be fucked, wanting to be released.
“That’s it…”, he growled, “Come for me.”
A final brutal thrust of his wand pressed in as deep as the handle could go ground against your sensitive spots and walls forcing you to see stars as your hot, dripping arousal coated Ominis’ fingertips. For a moment; he was torn between that dark satisfaction of finally pushing you over the edge and giving into his own desires in the most primal way possible. He knew you wanted him, needed him, Merlin – help him; just as much as he needed you. Catching your breath, you closed your eyes and felt Ominis remove his wand from between your folds, the parting feeling causing you to whimper at the lost friction you so desperately needed.
With a guttural groan; Ominis lifted himself off the bed just enough to fight with his belt and trousers; revealing his aching cock which throbbed with a mind of its own as it strained towards your heat.
“Fuckk..”
As the head of his cock nudged your slick entrance; Ominis positioning himself between your thighs you begged for the chance to touch him.
“Permission to move my hands…”
“Granted love.”
They fell from the bedhead to grip at his hips; grasping through the thick trouser fabric.
“Please Omi… please, please, please, please, please.”
Ominis rocked his hips lightly forward; head of his cock catching on your entrance with a tease. A torment. Pushing you to the brink of madness. You tried to rock yourself onto him; feel him, need him; but Ominis didn’t give in. Through his shirt you could see his heart pounding. The short and sharp gasps he made, making it obvious that he wanted this as much as you needed it.
“I… I…”
Enough with the begging. Ominis reached up to wrap a hand around your throat as he sunk himself in with a groan so deep it caused the dorm room to vibrate.
“You don’t get to come until I say you can.”
He snarled as his hips started to move slowly but no less demanding than what you expected.
“You don’t get to find your pleasure until I’ve had my way with you. Used you for my own fucking satisfaction.”
Hearing you whimper and plead; feeling your body wither and tremble; this only fuelled Ominis furhter. His desire, need to dominate, to control, to reclaim what was his ignited.
“You’re mine. Mine to punish. Mine to pleasure. Mine to do with what I please and right now…”, Ominis ground his hips against yours, cock buried as deep as it could go, “…I please myself.”
As Ominis began to move again, his thrusts were slow; deep, deliberate. Each one planned and executed to stroke the desire you needed fulfilled. To keep you teetering on the knifes edge of release but not allowing you to fall over it.
“You’re going to take it all my little fucking whore; take every inch, every drop, every thrust and fucking thank me for it, because this…”, he explained with a particularly hard thrust which pushed you to the edge - length pulsating, “is what you were fucking made for.”
Hands sliding up Ominis’ chest to his shoulders, you gripped like it was a lifeline you couldn’t make it without and stumbled over your own confession.
“Y-you… you feel different… different to Sebastian.”
For a split second; Ominis felt his heart be pierced through the haze of lust and desire which clouded him. He was struck by a pang of jealousy; a searing rage at the thought of his best friend touching his girl. Sebastian’s hands against your skin. His tongue relishing the sweetness of your tight cunt. Ominis wanted to rage, to scream, to destroy everything that dared come between him and what was his, but he pushed that thought to the side as he felt your walls grip at his cock like a velvet vice. The way you engulfed him; consumed him, dragged him deeper and deeper in.
“Different?”, he groaned into your ear; his voice laced with both disgust and distaste.”Of course I’m different, you little witch. Sebastian’s just a pale imitation of what someone like I can do for you. A watered-down version of what you’re used to.”
You opened your eyes to look up at him; drinking in the words he said like a sinner being told their death sentence.
“I’m not some timid little boy pretending - I’m a Gaunt. I was born to dominate, to conquer, to take what I want and make it mine”, his thrusts became more erratic, “and what I want is to ruin you for anyone else.”
Ominis could feel his release approaching; the heat and pressure building up where he knew you wanted it most but he held back, determined to make you come first. To feel your pleasure before he found his own.
“So go on my little slut”, he coaxed; a hand dropping down to play your clit like a fiddle and throw you over the edge. “Take it. Take every fucking inch and remember that you belong to me.”
As you screamed his name and stopped thinking; body taking over, your cries of pleasure anguished and echoing off the dungeon walls, Ominis slammed his hips forward; driving his cock deep inside forcing you to feel the first spurts of his release, painting you inside out with greed. Collapsing on top of your sweat-slicken body; Ominis felt the last of a shockwave of pleasure tense through his body, a dark ecstasy that utterly consumed him. Heart still pounding; he could feel your breath, the way your body trembled, your ragged moans as you hesitatently came down from a high of your own.
“Mine…”, he whispered against your lips; catching them with his own for a deep, long awaited kiss, “…and don’t you fucking forget it.”
reblog because it got flagged as inappropriate for some reason 😕🤣