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|| When They're Teased ||

Summary: How they react to being/ getting teased and riled up all day...

Pairings: Garreth Weasley x GN!reader, Ominis Gaunt x GN!reader, Amit Thakkar x GN!reader, Sebastian Sallow x GN!reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI! 18+, characters are aged up, groping, under the desk touches, suggestive flirting, slight dominis moments, whiny garreth hours, grinding, handjob, dirty talk, teasing, dom!reader/sub!reader (varies between the boys)

✧Sebastian Sallow⇀

“Fuck, just like that -” A low groan erupted from his throat, adam’s apple bobbing as a small series of nosies rise from within him,”- shit… you’re so good for me..”

The low hunger that laces itself in his voice as his head was resting on your shoulder, face buried at the crook of your neck as his lips whispered against you, pure filth being sung into your ears.

It was your fault, really. You’re own underestimation of the Slytherin being your own undoing as your teasing and flirtatious toying with the brunette had somehow led to you being the one tormented and toyed with. All the while the class was in session, no less.

“Mhm, good good…” Sebastian whispered, his thin Scottish accent appearing so slightly as he gripped your thigh underneath the table, his other hand guiding your own against the base of his pulsating cock as he bucked his hips to grind against your soft flesh. If it weren’t for the fact that both of you were sitting in the very back of the defense class, you were sure you would have given just about every one of your peers a show of the century. Your hand rubbing and stroking up and down the sturdy girth of Sebastian Sallow, the head of his veiny cock turning an angry swollen red as it leaked pre-cum against your fingertips.

To say this isn't how you intended your little game to have taken direction in, was an understatement. Your goal was to simply frustrate him, have him wrapped around your finger as you had your fill of his pouty reactions each time you ran your hands against his thighs or even just hovering your lips close to the shell of his ear, your words being the only thing he had to get him going throughout the day as you described just about all the downright filthy depraved things you wished to do to him if no one was around. All the while you ran your nails against the exposed skin of his neck, fingers running through his brown locks before pulling away and resuming your duty as a good student. Leave it to Sebastian, however, to not take any of it and take control of the game himself.

You should’ve known better than to play with fire. For Sebastian’s passion was like playing with hell fire itself.

“Don’t think we’re done when this is over, this is just the beginning for being such a fucking tease.” He chuckled darkly against your neck, placing a small tantalizing kiss at the crook of it before pulling his face away, once more going back to imitating the perfect image of a well behaving student as he turned his head back to the lesson. His hand never once loosening it’s grip on your own as he kept your hand at a steady pace against his cock, a smirk dancing on his lips while a furious blush coated the entirety of your neck up.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

✦⤷Ominis Gaunt

It was quite a sight to behold, to say the least. The way Ominis squirmed in his seat, a deep rose blush circling around his heated cheeks, pale skin glowing and radiant red under your teasing touch as he tried his best to keep focus on the lecture ahead. His ears finally seemed interested in hearing the drilling History of Magic lesson, milky gray eyes piercing a hole through his textbook as he tried his best to not seem affected by your advances.

You on the other hand were having a blast, legs crossed beneath the shared desk as your elevated foot ran tantalizing caresses against his leg that caused shivers to run through his whole entire nervous system, making the poor Slytherin’s head spin a mile per second. Oh, how cute he looked…

It wasn’t really your usual way of spending your time when bored, the thought of teasing the Gaunt boy never really having crossed your mind up until now. Although, you aren’t sure how you never thought of it considering how bored you always find yourself to be in this particular class, especially when just about every student in here was too busy dozing off, Ominous included, leaving you alone in your bored out mind. So you figured, why not give the blonde something to keep him awake?

Oh, and awake he was. For he was shifting in his seat for a more harder reason other than just his senses being toyed with. The growing bulge in his neatly pressed uniform pants was self evident enough and with a small smirk dancing its way towards your lips, you ran a free hand up his thighs. Your fingertips brushed against the material before stopping on his inner thigh, right next to where his cock was painfully pressing against the confining fabric and gave a firm, tight squeeze. Instantly, his eye lids pressed tight together, eyebrows forwarding as his forehead creased and a small hiss rolled off his tongue.

Fuck, he was too much fun to play with..

As a few more moments passed by, the slytherin took a moment before scrunching up his nose briefly, Ominis’ features now easing up as his muscles relaxed momentarily , a deep exhale being released from his parted pink lips before his eyes made an appearance once more. Counting to three, his heart rate decreasing back to a steady beat, the blonde slytherin turned towards your direction. His eyes seemingly staring right through you as he flashed you the sweetest of smiles that caused one his moles to be caught in the graces of a dimple. He looked at you with such love, such adoration, such…patience. It had caused your own heart to waver and skip a beat of its own, the hand on his thigh having loosen its grip and your foot stopping midway in a bashful halt.

What was that look for?

Just as Professor Binns floated past your table towards the back of the room to keep on his never ending lecture, Ominis took this opportunity to lean in, his hot breath tickling the side of your face. “If you don’t cease this imprudent misbehavior I will find myself with no other choice but to put you in your place right here, right now.”

His voice was low and threatening, a promise being laced within his words that were only highlighted by how ravenous he sounded for you. An audible gulp sounded from within your throat, the muscles in your body tensing up as Ominis ran a not so gentle hand up your own thigh, a bruising squeeze now igniting a fire within you as it was now your turn to squirm in your seat.

Shit… can this class end any sooner?

✧Garreth Weasley⇀

He was about ready to jump off his skin and just ravish you there and then. His hands were gripping the edge of the desk, green eyes trying hard to focus on the chalkboard ahead but his mind was running rampant with thoughts of your hand on his thigh. Your fingers tracing delicately up and down the center of his inner thigh, your fingertips tingling over the grazed material of his uniform pants.

This has been going on all. Fucking. Day.

At first it had started off with you simply being cheeky and saying a suggestive comment here and there, a playful smirk dancing on your lips as you gave him an enticing look from under your lashes. Then, a wink being sent his way just as you ran your foot up against his calf under the table during breakfast. The sudden contact had caused his reflexes to react, his nerves feeling all jumbled as he slammed his knee against the hard wood of the dining hall table causing everyone to look at him confused as he had made their breakfast practically jump out of their plates.

He should have known then that he was going to be in for it because for the remainder of the day it was nothing but a blur as images of your lips against his skin, your hands caressing and rubbing every place but where he wanted as your lingering gaze that caused his ears to burn brightly as his hair kept him from being able to look you in the eyes. He thanked the gods that he had managed to keep any blood from flowing too far down, even if it meant that he would constantly be receiving concerned glances from your peers about his flushed face instead.

As your fingers grazed dangerously close up his trousers to his wanting clothed cock, his eyes traveled from the hazy words on the board to your direction. He could see from the corner of his eyes how bored out of your mind you looked, chin resting on your palm as you blew a hair strand out of your face. Eyes were locked on the lesson and if he didn’t know any better, if he wasn’t feeling how you were practically having your fill of him under the shared desk, he would have thought you were actually paying attention in class. Looking just like any other student in here while he looked like he was ready to become a red gushing puddle.

“Mr. Weasley, eyes on the board.”

With a flare of his nose, Garreth hastily turned his head once more, eyes once more tracing over the crooked writing of his professor. And even though the never ending droning voice of the lecture being presented to the entirety of the class, his bright red ears could still pick up on the taunting snicker the left your lips. Your hands now agonizingly hovering so slightly on his hard throbbing cock.

A low groan escaped his lips that sounded very close to a whine as he leaned forward on the desk and rested his head against the sturdy pages of his textbook, his beat red face hidden in the musty old chapters. Gods be good, he wanted - no- needed you! His hips bucked a bit to get your hand desperately where he wanted, his needy movements begging for at least one sweet gratifying ounce of friction his body craved.

Please… oh, please y/n , just this once let him indulge…

✦⤷Amit Thakkar

Now, you were just being cruel weren’t you? Poor Amit didn’t even stand a chance to begin with, after all, how could he when you spent the majority of the day pressing yourself against him at any given chance. Always grinding your ass up against his front whenever you bent to pick something off the floor, the feel of your ass brushing against his clothed cock causing jolts and slight throbs to shoot through him as little by little he felt himself stiffening under his pants through each passing class.

Yes, you were cruel. A cruel and taunting individual that should just book their first class ticket to hell while the Ravenclaw boy did his absolute best to focus on his lectures. Your tantalizing touches are not going to get between him and his super scholar agenda. However, it was simply starting to become too much when you breathed down on him like that, your lips only inches away from his neck as he felt your gaze practically burn through him, hungrily devouring what might just lay beneath his robes.

With a lick of your lips, you traced a hand down the side of his back, feeling how he arched it against your touch as you stood behind him, his taller stature servicing as an advantage to hide your antics from the rest of your peers as Amit did his best to focus on what Professor Ronen was teaching. Resting your chin on his shoulder, you let your fingers tug and trace circles around the back of his robe, constantly trying to taunt his attention away from the lesson and onto you instead.

“Why so red, birdie?” you whispered, lips pressing against the shell of his ear before you ran your tongue alongside it. In an instant, an audible gasp left his lips as something close to a needy whine rumbled deep within him, his feet constantly shifting their weight from one to the other.

Merlin, he was so fun…

Nibbling on your bottom lips, you kept on your antics, not once bothering to stop if Amit started to draw just a few eyes towards the two. Yet, being too busy with your teasing, you failed to hear how Professor Ronen had dismissed the class for the day, Amit having wasted no time to take hold of your wrist and pulling you away in a heartbeat. School bags left forgotten on the grassy courtyard as he pulled you far and away from any prying eyes, leading the two to the nearest unused broom closet he could find at first sight.

“Amit, wh-”

Pressing you up against the wall by your shoulders, Amit made haste to shutting the door behind the both of you, a whispered locking charm shooting off the tip of his wand before he started to fumble with the buttons on his trousers.

“y/n please… I-I can’t take it anymore, it hurts.”

He whimpered, wand now tucked away as he grabbed one of your hands and pressed it delicately over the stiff and hardened bulge of his cock through his pants.

You were cruel, yes. But never cruel enough to leave your little raven needy and wanting. Not when you were to blame for his desperate state.

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I’m really into the idea of dark and slightly twisted Ominis (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) it’s giving Tom Riddle but with a decent conscience (Seb and you are that conscience lol)

#🐑 | emi rambles #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #ominis gaunt x reader

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three's a crowd - ominis x (f) reader x sebastian cw - toxic relationship dynamic, manipulation, slight dubcon, angst, smut, cunnilingus, timeskip, unedited

“This isn’t a good idea.” Natsai said for what seemed like the millionth time.

“Loosen up, will you?” Garreth leads the two of you down towards the dungeons. It was a rare occasion for you to be visiting the lower level of Hogwarts but of course, the ever thrill seeking Weasley insisted on sneaking into the Slytherin house end-of-year-party.

“We’ll be caught for sure.” The worried Gryffindor gives you a look as if she wants you to say something.

“Nattie,” Once the three of you make it to the bottom of the stairs, Garreth turns around looking exasperated. He grabs her by the shoulders giving her a slow shake. “Your mum won’t find out. N.E.W.T.s are over and it’s our last year here. Live a little, yeah?”

Despite his attempt to reassure your friend, she still looks doubtful.

“How are we even going to get in?” She crosses her arms defiantly. Natsai wasn’t the type to break the rules if there wasn’t a justifiable reason, especially if it was to sneak into an unauthorized common room party.

“I have my ways.” Garreth gives a cheeky grin.

And as if on cue, Imelda Reyes pops around the corner. It’s the first time you’ve seen her outside of her quidditch gear – you’ve become accustomed to watching her from the stands of the quidditch pitch.

“Took you long enough.” There’s a hint of annoyance in her voice as she approaches. She has her hair down from her everyday tight ponytail looking unusually casual.

“No need to get your knickers in a twist, Reyes. We're just in time, yeah?” Garreth throws a surprisingly friendly arm around Imelda, to which her face immediately twists into a sour look of disapproval.

She scoffs before shrugging his arm off in annoyance. It didn’t look like the feelings of affection were reciprocated.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, Weasley.” She rolls her eyes, looking almost disgusted. “I’m just paying back what I owe – we aren’t friends.”

“Ouch.” Garreth grips the collar of his shirt, a big grin spreads across his face, making his attempts to feign dejection obvious. “And for a second, I thought you actually liked me.”

“As if.” Imelda turns around and begins to walk in the direction of the Slytherin Common Room. The ginger haired young man turns around. Grinning triumphantly, he takes a dramatic bow before trailing behind Imelda.

You and Natsai look at each other awkwardly, feeling completely out of place. The two of you weren’t even invited – and yet Garreth insisted that the two of you tag along.

“Sorry.” Natsai whispers as the two of you follow Garreth and the Slytherin quidditch captain deeper into the dungeons of the castle.

“I…It’ll be fine.” You say quickly, trying to change the subject.

“We can leave. Just say the word and I’ll let Garreth know.”

“I don’t want to do that.” You chew on your lip, a nervous habit of yours. “We’re already here anyways.”

“You’re not obligated to do anything, you know.” Natsai presses in a hushed tone. She was always a little extra protective of you since you arrived at Hogwarts all those two years ago. The Matabeleland native grabs you gently by the arm, stopping you in your tracks. “If you’re uncomfortable – any moment at all, once we get in there –”

“I’ll be fine Nattie,” You interject, doing your best to hide your nerves.

“You’ll tell me.” She finishes, looking absolutely serious, “And we’ll leave.”

She was the only one who knew of the short lived relationship between you and Sebastian.

“I’ll be fine.” You repeat yourself; this time to reassure yourself rather than your friend.

The last time you saw Sebastian was when he decided to leave Hogwarts; the death of his uncle, too painful for him to bear. His withdrawal from school was sudden; Abruptly leaving you with nothing but a note briefly explaining that he couldn’t stay. Don’t wait for me, you recall the last haunting words he signed his letter off with.

At first you were angry. Angry at Sebastian for leaving without a proper goodbye. Angry at Ranrock for the many years of pain inflicted on the Sallow family. But most of all, angry at yourself for allowing yourself to fall in love in the first place. But once the anger subsided, all that was left was numbing emptiness – You had become skilled at the art of putting on a fake smile and pretending that everything was okay.

The only ones you hadn’t fooled were Natsai…And Ominis. They saw right through your facade and in turn, were the ones to pull you from your self inflicted purgatory. Ominis was there for you immediately. He was just as upset and most likely the only one who understood how you felt — feeling abandoned by his closest friend.

two years prior

“He has always been reckless.” Ominis says softly, watching the last of the sun disappear beyond the horizon. The two of you had snuck up to the Astronomy Tower after dinner, enjoying the company of each other.

You smile at what he says. These days, Ominis was the only person who could manage to elicit any emotion other than sadness from you.

“You don’t say.”

He chuckles dryly, seemingly watching his feet dangle off the ledge, another silence falling between the two of you once more.

It doesn’t seem like much time has passed until the darkness of night envelops the tower. You turn slightly, leaning on the railing to look at your friend, the twinkling light of the moon and stars illuminating his handsome face. He seems to be in deep thought; His expression difficult to read.

“I…” He croaks, his voice seemingly shakes with each word, his warm breath fogging as it hits the cold air. “I’m leaving Hogwarts.”

Your eyes flutter as you turn to stare at the stars – their beautiful twinkles blurring as your eyes begin to pool with tears. This wasn’t what you wanted to hear. But you knew it was inevitable – his father had been writing to him for months, each letter more harrowing than the last. It was only a matter of time until his family summoned their son home.

“I-...” Your voice cracks, as a few tears escape. You wipe them away quickly, not wanting Ominis to hear you break. “When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow.” he sounds just as defeated. “I’ve held them off for so long – they won’t allow me to stay here any longer.”

You sit in silence, not knowing what to say. No matter how much you hated the idea – of Ominis returning to that cold and awful house; Of having to say goodbye to another close friend; Of being completely and utterly alone. Those thoughts terrified you.

“I…I promise to write.” Ominis seems to piece his words together carefully, as if he is scared of saying the wrong things.

“You–” You feel a sharp pang in your chest as you gasp, trying to chase away your imminent cry with a breath of air. “You promise?”

“Little dove,” You hear the break in Ominis’s voice. He pulls you in close, allowing you to release your hiccuped breaths into his shoulder. “Please don’t cry – I…I don’t want to leave you. Not like this.”

“I can’t help it.” You gasp, feeling your chest tighten as you do your best to hold back your sobs. “I can’t lose you too.”

He cups your face gently, wiping your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. He opens his mouth before quickly closing it again, clearly at a loss for words. He closes his eyes as if the moment itself was breaking him in two; Then ever so slowly, leaning forward so that his forehead rests against yours.

“I will be back.” His voice is hoarse yet barely above a whisper. “I promise, little dove.”

After a while, you stopped receiving letters from Ominis. Sometimes you wondered if he forgot you…or perhaps even stopped caring. It was true that you were hurt but you refused to wallow in sadness. It just wasn’t like you.

It took a while but it wasn’t long before you were actively participating in your classes again; Regaining a sense of eagerness and passion for learning. And Natsai – she became your rock. She was there for you when you needed someone the most; Extended her hand to you when nobody else would and pulled you from that dark place.

Three years passed; Seasons came and gone – and before you knew it, Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt had resorted to becoming a distant memory.

That is, until this year.

As it turned out, Ominis kept his promise; And it wasn’t long before the news of his return spread like wildfire. What you weren’t expecting, however, was for Sebastian to also return to Hogwarts this very same year.

People talked and it was almost impossible for you to ignore it. Ominis Gaunt and his loyal, obedient dog, Sebastian Sallow; Both returning to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? It was the hottest piece of gossip in Year 7.

While the rest of the students in your year were eager to welcome the infamous duo, it was difficult for you to mask your broken heart. It wasn’t long before Natsai was able to put the pieces together – she was a bright witch afterall. Attending this party almost guaranteed that you’d run into either one or both of the two men. Regardless of the years that passed and the little time you spent with Sebastian – it didn’t make you love him any less. However with Ominis also returning, it also left you feeling confused; As if he wasn’t an impossible enigma already. That fact alone made you absolutely beside yourself; Your anxiousness arousing the same feeling within Natsai.

At the end of the hallway, Imelda comes to a stop and turns to Garreth.

“Let me make one thing clear.” She crosses her arms, her eyebrows in a frown. “I’m getting you in. That’s it. And then my debt is paid.”

“Of course.” Garreth grins.

“Alright then.” She eyes you and Natsai standing behind. “Don’t get too crazy, yeah?”

“What in the world could Imelda Reyes be in debt to Garreth Weasley for?” Natsai leans close so that only you can hear her hushed words. You shrug watching the Slytherin turn around and approach the stone wall.

With the faint hiss, a large golden basilisk apparates, slithering along the edge of the floor before inching, and darting upward, the crest in its body movement revealing a secret doorway. As soon as it appears, you begin to hear the muffled hum of music and student chatter beyond the large copper doors.

Imelda pushes the doors in, the music from within immediately echoing off the stone walls of the outside hallway. The three of you follow her in. Instantly a few Slytherins give the three of you strange looks, Garreth, however, strolls in, making himself at home – whether he takes notice or is completely ignoring the unwelcomeness, you aren’t sure.

The common room is filled to the brim; mostly Slytherin students but occasionally you spot a few people from other houses. The flickering, green flames of the floating candles illuminate the way as you make your way through the thrums of people. Natsai holds onto your arm tightly, making sure not to lose you in the crowd. Somewhere along the way, the two of you lose Garreth – eventually deciding to find somewhere to sit. Parties were neither one of your scenes.

“Should I get something for us to drink?”

“Nattie asking me to drink?” You cross your arms teasingly, leaning close so that your friend could hear your voice over the music. “I think I’ve finally lost it.”

“Oh shut up,” She rolls her eyes before tugging you with her. Along the large stained glass windows, you find some unoccupied seats. A copper serpent appears from above, slithering downwards and enshrouding the both of you in a sheer curtain; An enchantment of some sorts making the small lounge area insulated from the rest of the party. And for a while, the two of you watch as people lose themselves to the muffled beat of the music.

And then, beyond the shimmery veil, your eyes fall upon him.

“I’m going to find us some refreshments – you’ll be alright staying here to save our seats?” You hear the voice of your friend but are too stunned to look away.

“Are you listening…?” Natsai trails off when she follows your gaze. You feel her tense up next to you.

She glances at you, speaking slowly to gauge your reaction.

“You alright?”

“I’m fine.” You say before turning away; This seemed to become a habit - to reassure yourself rather than your concerned Gryffindor friend.

“He’s staring.” She looks on at the young man across the room, her voice filled with cold distaste.

“Is he?” You say softly, tucking your hair behind your ear and glancing in his direction, only to find that she wasn’t lying. Across the room, Sebastian sits at the end of the conjured up bar, surrounded by a crowd of enamored fifth years – most of them girls wanting to take their chance to flirt with the infamous Sallow.

While parts of the Sebastian from your memories still remain; The two years that have passed are prominent in how much older he looks. His once boyish features are now sharper, accentuating his clenched jaw. His hair is shorter, but the same chestnut colored curls hang low over his eyes.

At the bar, he sits relaxed, all while exuding a sense of strong confidence — resting his head in the palm of his hand, rubbing his stubbled chin, the other fiddling with the rim of his glass, listening absentmindedly to the girl in front of him. While he is nodding, his dark eyes continue to dart back to yours, making you feel a little too self conscious.

“Celebratory shots are in order!” Garreth suddenly comes into view, blocking Sebastian completely, handing both of you glasses that were way too big to be considered a shot. His sudden entrance allows a rush of music to pass through the curtains. “To surviving our seventh year, yeah?”

He clinks his glass to yours, before quickly throwing the liquid back – hissing as the alcohol passes down his throat. Natsai watches with displeasure, choosing to hold her glass but not allowing any of its contents pass her lips.

Oh for Merlin’s sake. You lick your lips before taking a gulp, the burning liquid making you forget the memories, too painful to remember.

“Atta’ girl.” Garreth praises, laughing as the alcohol makes your face contort into a wince. He turns to Natsai.

“Well if you aren’t going to drink,” He takes her glass and downs its contents for himself; Quickly grabbing her hands and pulling her up onto her feet. “Let’s dance!”

But before she can refuse, he’s already dragging her to the dance floor, leaving you all alone.

You swallow, attempting to alleviate the dryness in your throat; The bitter taste of whisky making you purse your lips; Already feeling a light buzz from the concentrated drink. You feel apprehensive – debating whether or not you should leave. Nattie wouldn’t hold it against you. She’d understand. You take a nervous breath, the beat of your heart thundering above the sound of the music. Glancing back to the bar, you already see that Sebastian is watching you – predatory like eyes trailing down your body; His hungry gaze making you shiver.

“It’s been a while.”

You turn, startled by the sudden voice in your ear — taken aback, you almost mistake the man before you for a stranger. His posture exuding a carefree confidence that was unfamiliar to you. Dressed in all black, his sleek suit accentuates long and slender limbs. The neat comb over you remember from all those years ago is no more – now looking as if he messily ran a hand through his hair. A sense of familiarity and yet an almost completely different man stands before you today.

“Ominis.” You say his name softly, his sudden appearance taking you by surprise.

His pearl colored eyes follow the sound of your voice, before falling on you.

“I’m glad you remember me.” He smiles softly, relief evident in his tone of voice.

“How could I not?” You look away. He didn’t write back, your inner voice reminds you; And the sting of his rejection feels fresh now that he is here right in front of you.

“It's been years.” His voice chastises as if he is speaking to a child.

“Yes.” Your voice comes out a little harsher than expected. The passing years didn’t make their absence hurt any less. ”You didn’t write.”

His eyes soften, hearing the evident pain in your words. You feel his weight shift towards you; And ever so slightly, cold fingers gently tipping your chin towards him – almost giving you no other option but to look at him.

“Dove.”

You pull away before he can speak, making him raise an eyebrow. They weren’t the only ones who changed.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Oh?” His mouth twitches, almost as if he is amused by your sudden disobedience. Yet he stays silent, silvery serpent eyes glinting in the dim emerald light as they sweep you up and down. And almost instinctively, your body shivers as if he could truly see you.

Ominis lets out a breathy laugh as if he is amused; The tips of his fingers ghosting across your arms as he retraces his steps to sit on the couch. He leans back into the leather, this newfound confidence drawing you in. He only beckons you once. And as if he cast a spell, you find yourself slowly walking forward until you are standing in between his spread legs. He grazes the tips of your fingers, his tickling touch sending shivers up your arm, before ever so gently, tugging you forward and onto his lap.

You can’t hide your surprise, a yelp escaping your lips as he readjusts you on his knee.

“Cute,” His lips pursed as if to hide his smile.

“You’re an arse.” You shove his shoulders, attempting to get off but the hold he has on your wrists is stronger and keeps you in place.

“Ah, not much has changed.” He clicks his tongue as you helplessly struggle.

“This mouth however,” He grips your cheeks between pinched fingers. “Could use a little discipline, no?”

“Ominis.” You warn. He ignores it – forcing you to turn your head and look in the direction of the bar. His grip doesn’t cause pain but is strong enough to keep you in place.

“Sebastian.” Ominis leans in close, his weight making the cushions of the couch dip. “Can he see us?”

“...Yes.” You reply hesitantly, watching as Sebastian raises a crystal glass to his lips, Adam's apple bobbing as he takes a sip of the amber liquid; His eyebrow twitching slightly as if he’s displeased with the sight in front of him. “He’s looking this way.”

“Is he now?” Ominis asks, nonchalantly sliding an arm around your tummy. You stiffen, breaking eye contact with Sebastian as you turn to look at the man at your front. You shift almost uncomfortably; Your knees pressed into the leather cushions as your clothed heat grazes a growing hardness beneath you.

“Relax, little dove.” He chuckles, leaning closely to whisper in your ear. “Play along, hm?”

“Ominis?” Your voice raises an octave higher, as you feel the tickle of his warm breath. “What are you doing?”

Slim fingers slither up the base of your neck, forcing you to turn your head upwards; The cold surface of his serpent ring cooling your skin contrasts the hot touch of his soft lips. You let out a gasp; Ominis taking advantage of your lack of apprehension, his fingers sneaking past your lips before teasingly grazing your tongue,

You panic, and without thinking, instinctively bite down; The bitter, coppery taste of blood hitting your taste buds.

Unphased, Ominis pulls his finger from your mouth, holding it up to the light; Almost as if to examine it before bringing the wound to his own lips. You watch entranced as his tongue dips out slightly before sucking ever so slightly.

“Having fun?” The unamused, baritone voice of Sebastian Sallow breaks your trance. How the both of them managed to sneak past the enchanted curtain – you’d never know.

“Seb,” Ominis does not sound surprised, “Look what I’ve found.”

“Yes,” Sebastian raises a brow before taking a seat next to the two of you – his eyes shyly darting up to meet yours. “Ever the rare gem.”

“You sound upset,” The blonde man’s voice sounds bemused. You shift, turning to climb off of the man’s lap but his cold fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs stopping any movement.

Sebastian remains quiet, jaw clenched tightly as if he was doing everything within his power not to say anything.

Ominis takes note of his friend's silence before clearing his throat. He gives you a small almost taunting smile - the gesture making you scowl.

“It’s wonderful, no?” He brushes a strand of hair from your face, silvery eyes burning into your own. “This reunion with our little dove.”

“Delightful.” Sebastian clips, his answer short and curt before swallowing the remaining contents of his glass.

“Come now,” Ominis chuckles. “Don’t be sour. Ruining such a…splendid occasion.”

Sebastian remains silent, leaning forward, resting elbows on his knees as he examines the now empty glass. Ominis disregards his friend’s lack of words.

“Now then, do tell us what we’ve missed in the time we have been apart, hm?”

You turn away, not wanting to show defeat to the man’s taunting behavior. Heat rises to your cheeks; The entirety of the circumstances make it difficult to procure a single thought.

“Seb has missed you dearly.” For a moment you see a glimpse of the old Ominis as he gently grazes the frown in your brow. “Wouldn’t shut up about you since the day we both left.”

“Enough.” Sebastian looks away, jaw clenched.

“Brooding and moping about – constantly whining about how he wished he never had to leave.”

You turn to look at the man in question. He…didn’t want to leave?

“Then.” You speak softly, afraid that he’d be able to detect the pain in your voice. “Why…why did you?”

Sebastian finally turns to look at you, his eyes burning into your own with such a strong conviction.

“I had no choice.” There is an almost painful strain in his voice.

“I still don’t understand.” Your voice cracks as the tears you’ve been so desperately holding back threaten to spill over. “You left…both of you. Letters that explained little beyond nothing. What am I supposed to think?”

Ominis is the first to speak. “My father is…He is not a good man, little dove.”

Sebastian runs a hand through his hair as he turns away as if he is too ashamed to look you in the eye as he speaks his next words.

“In return for immunity, I swore loyalty to the Gaunt Family….They have been nothing but hospitable.”

You inhale through parted lips, his confession suddenly making it hard to breathe. You should be upset. But you find it hard to conjure up such feelings when the man you loved is safe and sound in front of you.

“You couldn’t afford to tell me that? It’s been years.”

Sebastian looks torn as he searches for his next words. No matter how many years to have passed, you knew that the death of his uncle would haunt him for an eternity of lifetimes.

“My father values loyalty and pureblood status above everything else.” Ominis says with clear distaste.

“Enough that he was willing to turn a blind eye to the blood on my hands.” Sebastian finishes quietly.

“At my father’s bidding…we have…done…unspeakable things, little dove.” Ominis is careful with his words. “Leaving Hogwarts was our only way to keep you from going down the same path.”

You search his face for answers but his expression reveals nothing. The House of Gaunt were Pureblood Enthusiasts; Notorious in the Wizarding World as one of the Sacred Twenty Eight and revered almost the same as royalty. Though you knew of their…strange pastimes, you didn’t think they would be capable of any horrors beyond that.

“I don’t want his legacy to live on.” Ominis cups your face in his hands, smoothing away the worry in your brow. “I will be the one to change that.”

“And…” You swallow, still feeling utterly confused. “Why return now?”

“We have our reasons.”

Sebastian looks to his friend, his expression itself seems to warn Ominis not to speak another word. The blonde man gives him a curt nod – their secrecy leaving you even more frustrated.

“So that’s it? You expect me to forgive you? Just like that?” You feel your voice begin to rise. “ No explanation?...I think you owe me that much.”

While Sebastian’s face is filled with prominent guilt, Ominis watches your outburst with indifference.

“It’s for your own good, little dove.”

“I’m not your dove.” You spat, shoving his arms away yet your reaction only seems to amuse him – making an angry bile rise in the pit of your belly. “And I am certainly not another one of your obedient dogs that will respond to your beck and call.”

Sebastian flinches at the forced hostility in your voice, knowing that your words were in reference towards him.

“So little faith in us?”

“What?” You are taken aback by Ominis’ sudden gentle tone. His gaze is unwavering; Eyes never leaving your own as if he could truly see you.

“Just because you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not really there.” He closes his eyes. “We’d move mountains, seize the Heavens and Earth for you, little dove. Our love for you is like no other and we will always find our way back… There is nothing that will deny us of you. Is that not enough?”

His heartfelt confession takes you aback, You bite your lip, speechless as the tears you struggled so hard to hold back begin to spill over. How could you stay angry?

“Don’t cry.” Sebastian’s voice cracks as he cups your cheeks in warm hands, brushing away your tears with the pads of his thumbs.

“In due time, we will tell everything.” Ominis murmurs, “Till then, will you allow us to earn your trust once again?”

“What…what do you mean?” You speak barely above a whisper.

“We’ve missed you so much. Allow us to show you, yeah?” Sebastian turns you around with ease, all while keeping you seated on Ominis’ lap. Suddenly, he drops to his knees, looking up at you as if you were a Goddess from above. But he doesn’t touch you.

“You’re the one in charge, love.” The sounds of his breath filling the silent alcove. “I won’t touch you unless you allow it.”

How peculiar, To have Sebastian Sallow on his knees practically begging for your forgiveness. This was something you had definitely not anticipated before agreeing to attend the party. A part of you was screaming to not give in; To get up and walk away forever.

But deep down, you knew that that was never going to be an option.

Sebastian looks up at you through long lashes, his hazel eyes searching your own for answers. You feel your lips waver; Unable to form coherent words, you swallow – throat suddenly feeling dry before giving a small nod.

That was all he needed.

HIs hands dig into your thighs, pushing them apart before nestling in between. Ominis reaches down, keeping them spread, allowing his friend to have a better view.

“Fuck. I’ve missed you.” The brunette man wastes no time in showering you with love, peppering open mouthed kisses along your inner thighs – the sudden attack making you gasp and arch forward, almost slipping off of Ominis’ lap.

“Be a good girl, yes?” Ominous’ warm breath tickles your ear as the tips of his fingers ghost across your sheer panties; Your hips unconsciously rising to meet his touch.

“Ominis.” Your voice wavers. “People can see.”

“They wouldn’t dare.” His voice darkens. “Not at what belongs to us.”

A whine escapes your lips as he clicks his tongue, pulling his hand away. With a snap of his fingers, the candles that once illuminated the small space, go out with a hiss. His demonstration of wandless magic makes your core twitch.

“Stop moving.”

You bite your lip, listening to the authoritative man.

“Don’t be such a bastard.” Sebastian pauses his trail of kisses at the base of your thigh to glance up at you. “Look, you’ve gone and made her cry.”

“Something you’re quite familiar with then?” The other man teases, grinning against your neck.

Sebastian throws a dirty look at his friend.

“She can handle it.” Ominis tugs your panties aside, making you gasp. “ A big girl now, aren’t you?”

Hesitantly, you nod.

He groans, satisfied with your obedience. “Use your words, lovely.”

“Y – ah! Yes!”

Sebastian’s hands dig into the flesh of your inner thighs, forcing them apart to give himself a better look. His almost forceful actions make you gasp.

“Fuck.” He curses. “She’s soaking.”

“Is she?” Ominis’ hand ghosts across your breasts, thumbing hardened buds through the fabric of your shirt. “Don’t be a prude Seb. Go on, tell me how she tastes.”

Sebastian wastes no time, burying his face between your legs - his sudden attack making you gasp. His tongue is wet and hot, pushing into you - the new sensation making you see white as you grip onto the man behind you; Any attempts to keep your sanity were now treading on a fine line.

“Beautiful.” Ominis’ hot breath tickles the crook of your neck. His hand forces you to turn your head to the side before tracing down your shoulder. Cold fingertips trail along your arm; His touch eliciting goosebumps along your skin. Before finally, entwining his slender fingers with your own.

“Omi,” You whine.

He guides your hand downwards; A silent instruction. Your hands brushing away Sebastian's dark curls aside, only to find that the man beneath you is already looking up at you - his dark eyes burning into your own as he laps at your cunt like a desperate man. He groans when he feels your hands stroke the side of his face, encouraging him to press into you, the tip of his nose nudging your clit; Your moans making him scoot forward as if he couldn’t get any closer.

Ominis’ hands don’t stop there, guiding you to the heat of your sex. “Do you touch yourself, little dove?”

Sebastian’s tongue tickles your fingertips as it now almost sloppily darts back and forth. The sensation makes you mewl.

“Show us how, yeah?” Ominis is now panting, his hard cock digging into your ass. With his hand over your own, he presses against your clit, starting a taunting rhythm – the sound of your wetness elicited by his rough movements.

“Oh fuck!” You cry out. Sebastian’s muscled arms wrap around your thighs, locking them in place. Your outburst only encourages him more as he buries his face into your cunt. The wet muscle pumping in and out, stretching your virgin hole beyond anything before.

“She’s gonna cum.” Ominis nibbles on your ear, making you gasp. Every sensation overwhelms your already heightened senses.

Your hips rise to meet Sebastian – practically humping his face as you reach up, hands tangling blonde locks as your orgasm violently runs throughout your body like electricity. Your breasts rise and fall to the rhythm of your heavy pants as you struggle to regain your breath, Sebastian presses soft kisses to your sex, chuckling as it elicits small spasms in your lower half.

“You did so well, little dove.” Ominis praises you with a kiss to your brow. “Nothing will separate us ever again.”

#icymi <3

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