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little-emerald-snake · 3 months

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Are you still taking requests? Would you do double penetration f!mc one in her p one in her backdoor? Could be with Leander and garreth or Ominis and Sebastian take your pick

Double the Gryffindor’s - Garreth Weasley X Leander Prewett X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Warnings: threesome m/m/f, FWB, double penetration, unprotected p-in-v, unprotected anal sex

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Garreth had always had a soft spot for his roommate and best friend, Leander. When Leander had come to him, confiding that he was feeling pent up and horny, constantly having to evacuate the room when Garreth had his fuck buddy over, Garreth felt a bit sorry.

At first he’d thought about maybe taking Leander to the pub to find him a lass to hook up with. But after thinking more about it, he’d decided to instead have a chat with his fwb to see if she’d be down for a threesome.

She’d hesitated at first but eventually agreed when Garreth had described his plan, when he’d been so excited explaining it to her she didn’t have the heart to deny him.

Leander wasn’t bad looking or anything, but there had always been a certain…stigma surrounding him that he was whiny and snobbish. Yet all the experiences she’d had with him had been pleasant, willing to leave his and Garreth’s shared dorm so they could have the privacy to hook up whenever they pleased.

When she’d arrived the next day, Leander had already begun reaching for a book, gathering his things to evacuate the room for them. Garreth grinned from ear to ear at the look on his best mate's face when she’d simply wagged her finger at his roommate, pointing back at the bed he’d stood up from.

He did as she instructed, confused albeit refusing to say anything. “What’s going on? I thought you’d be coming over to get cozy with Garreth. Are you guys going somewhere else today?”

She shook her head, grinning as she grabbed the book from his hand, setting it aside to his bedside table before pushing against the center of his chest till he laid back on the rumpled red duvet of his bed.

She climbed up to straddle his lap, watching with a smile as he blinked, mouth trying to form words desperately. “Not today, Lee. I wanna play with you today. We both do, actually.”

Leander’s eyes shot to Garreth who leaned against the bed post of his own bed, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, waving with his fingers. “That’s right mate. Said you’ve been pent up lately, right? I thought maybe I’d share my favorite little stress reliever. She’s happy to oblige, as you can see.”

Leander’s glance snapped back to her and she sat, straddling his waist innocently. He took a shaky breath, trying to process what was happening. “I-is this your way of playing some fucked up prank on me, Gaz?”

Garreth pushed off his bed post, coming to stand at the foot of Leander’s bed, fingers gripping onto the top of the wooden frame. “No pranks, mate. I genuinely want to share. Figured I could get you laid and fulfill a little fantasy I have all in one go. If you’re down, that is.”

Leander swallowed and much to his horror, the girl in his lap shifted, sliding back to see the tenting of his pants. “Damn, Lee. You might be bigger than Garreth here.”

Leander’s mouth popped open in surprise and Garreth chuckled, coming around to stand behind her. “Hey now, don’t start slamming me when I’ve given you rights to get dicked down by my best mate.”

She giggled, turning back to Leander who still laid open mouthed below her. “So, Lee. Are you down or not? Because I’d really like to feel all this…” she caressed his cock through his trousers. “inside of me tonight.”

Leander peered over her shoulder to Garreth, who nodded at him with a genuine smile. His eyes met hers again and she gave him a lusty smile, still caressing him through his pants. “Y-yea. I guess I’d be down. How exactly will this work…we take turns or something?”

Garreth chuckled, leaning over her and pushing her skirt up. Leander’s mouth went dry. “Nope. I’m gonna fuck her ass and you’re gonna fuck her tight little cunt.”

She worked his pants open, not minding as Garreth slid her panties down and helped her out of them. “H-have you ever-“

She pulled his pants down, exposing his length which bobbed needily. “Have I ever taken two cocks? No. Have I done anal? Yes. Garreth is an ass man above all else.”

Garreth spanked her playfully, while undoing his pants with his free hand. “Don’t act like you don’t love it sweetheart. There’s no denying you’re a good little anal slut when I need you to be.”

She hummed in satisfaction, sliding herself across Leander’s stiffened length for friction. “Gods, you feel so good, Lee. Need to feel you…”

Leander looked absolutely dizzy below her, face red as he watched her grind against his cock. When she reached down and slid him inside his head tipped back. A gasp spilled past her lips and she slid all the way down his cock.

Garreth groaned at the sight, using a wandless lubrication charm before sliding himself between her cheeks. “You’re little pussy looks so good wrapped around his cock, sweetheart. Gonna look positively divine speared on both our cocks.”

She went starry eyed, so full from both of them that her lips popped open with a moan. “S-so full. All that talk about bravery with you Gryffindor’s but no mention of incredible cocks.”

Garreth grinned, thrusting gently which had her rocking forward on Leander. “Holy shit. Can feel him filling your pussy, making your ass even tighter for me.”

She clenched down, which tore a moan from Leander, who reached up to grab her hips and thrust into her. All three of them groaned in unison. Garreth and Leander worked together and got into a rhythm, grinding into her, against each other. She was pleasantly unraveling between them, giving into the intense pleasure they wrung from every last bit of her, sending her to multiple shaking orgasms.

Garrath was the first to finish, filling her ass with his cum before pulling out and sitting back to watch as she rode Leander. Garreth groaned, watching as his cum dripped down to her pussy and mixed with her juices.

She rode Leander till he stilled deep inside of her, climax hitting him like a tsunami and dragging her to another shaking orgasm in the process.

The two settled with her collapsed on his chest, both panting in an attempt to regain breath. Garreth, now cleaned up and fully clothed, came to lay beside them on the bed. “I think we should get into some more fun like this more often, what do you guys think?”

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cuffmeinblack · 7 months

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Tease

Leander Prewett x f!reader (she/her)

Tags: explicit | dry humping | public sexual activity | shame kink

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Summary: Leander finds himself with a beautiful girl on his lap, and a big problem.

A/n: Did anyone ask for this? No. Consider this an offering for Kinktober since I have no time to actually do it properly. I wasn't even sure how to tag this. Is there a word for coming in your pants? You get the idea.

The party was already in full swing as the common room around Leander thrummed with energy, excited babble and raucous cheers. Another Quidditch victory secured, and now he got to bathe in the glory for a few hours before the harsh reality of exam season hit in the morning. He sat down on an armchair as his teammates filled the others, tired but glowing with pride as Garreth fetched some drinks. Leander had barely time to get comfortable before an influx of his housemates from the pitch, all cheering and eager to give the team as many handshakes possible. Including her.

They'd been friends for years, but something had changed. Perhaps it was simply a matter of them both maturing, but Leander found himself watching her more often these days. Sometimes she'd catch him staring, offering him a warm smile in return. She always looked good, but the way her hair had that softly tousled look after standing in the windy stands gave her a distinctly sexy look—like she’d just been ravaged in bed. Leander had had many such fantasies involving her, and he was busy remembering one particularly delicious one when she approached him.

“Congrats, Lee. You did so well out there,” she said earnestly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Thanks. Team effort though, you know,” he replied.

She was about to reply, until Garreth returned levitating around a dozen bottles and mugs, people all around him ducking out of the way.

“Drinks are here! Are you joining us?” he directed towards the gorgeous girl now standing far too close to Leander as she turned to reply.

“I’d love to.”

“Brilliant! Oh, there’s no seats. Leander, get off the chair and let the lady sit, will you?” Garreth said.

Leander was almost on his feet before she placed a small palm against his chest and pushed him back down. He almost stumbled under the gentle direction, but only because he’d been so blindsided by her touch.

"That's fine, I'll sit on Lee's lap. You don't mind, do you?" her innocent question still made his cheeks flush as Leander nodded.

"Sure, yeah…"

She perched her (perfectly round, supple) backside on his thighs, as elegantly as a lady might side straddle a horse. Leander almost breathed a sigh of relief that she was far enough away to remain out of his grasp. Garreth handed her two drinks and she passed one back to him, raising the glass in a toast before pressing it to her (alluringly plump) lips. The beer was cold and delicious, and definitely stronger than he'd remembered.

"Garreth, what's in this?"

"Eh? Oh, I chucked a bit of whiskey in," the faraway voice replied.

Of course he did, and it had gone straight to Leander's head. Judging by the flush of colour up her neck, he'd say the same about the girl on his lap. She did flush so prettily; the softest shade of pink that crept from underneath her blouse, gently spreading to her nape. Leander tried hard not to let his gaze linger on that area, even when her head tilted and hair swept to one side to expose her glowing skin. He blinked and licked his lips. Surely, that had been deliberate. One doesn't usually stroke their fingers down their neck when merely brushing their hair out of the way…

Leander drank deeply, the cold beer and burning whiskey at odds with each other as it slid down his throat. His gulps grew larger the closer she inched back on his thighs until there was simply no room for him and his glass. She was busy talking to Nellie, paying him no mind, her arms gesticulating wildly and body rocking, twisting and shuffling and great Merlin she was pressed into his crotch. Her gorgeous, round cheeks pressed against his manhood—enveloped in her softness, it took all his concentration and willing for his cock not to swell.

"Lee, didn't you say Natty was coming?"

"Er, what?"

"To Hogsmeade next week. Isn't Natty coming?"

She twisted slightly to face him, causing the most unbearable friction in his trousers. He looked up at her (why did he do that??) and locked onto those glazed eyes and parted lips that seemed to beckon him. Fuck, that had done it. His blood had rushed south and there was nothing he could do but let his cock swell and endure the embarrassment as she leapt from his lap in disgust.

But it didn't come.

"Erm, yeah, that's what she said," he replied weakly.

She smiled and returned to the conversation as Leander sat in disbelief with a raging boner. Surely she could feel it. Worse still, his hands were now utterly useless by his side, with no drink to distract him they twitched with desire to grab and hold every inch of flesh he couldn't see or already feel. He wanted nothing more than to pull her harder on top of him, grind his hips against her to rid himself of this insufferable aching tension. The thought only made his cock throb with want, his drink and lust-addled brain finally moving his arms to have his hands rest on her hips, long fingers gripping the soft flesh that begged to be grabbed as he fucked her senseless.

He took a deep breath, ridding himself of the thoughts as he searched frantically for a distraction. Out of the corner of his eye, Leander noticed that Amit had gotten shakily to his legs and clutched his stomach, before stumbling off in the direction of the bathroom to raucous applause.

"First one down! Thakkar's such a lightweight!" Garreth laughed.

He laughed despite his current predicament, and so did she—a great belly laugh that sent vibrations through her body. He almost fucking moaned as his head dropped forward against her back, fingers digging into her hips that little bit tighter. Had his face not been pressed against the back of her ribcage, he might not have noticed the hitch in her breath. Was that a good gasp or a bad gasp? He was mulling over the implications when she undeniably, absolutely intentionally rolled her hips against him. Slow, deliberate, the warmth of her heat practically radiating through her skirt as she pressed against his aching cock.

The air was stifling, his skin burning and head swimming. Gods, the fabric of his trousers was fit to burst its seams if she carried on like this. He might just look like a drunken fool slumped against her back, and for that he was thankful. The truth was much worse. His cock was leaking precum into his trousers, and all he could do was sit there and hope beyond all hope that she didn't move from his lap. That would be quite the sight if she did.

Well, he was shit out of luck.

His heart almost burst from his ribcage when the pressure relieved on his legs and she leaned forward. His brain scrambled for an excuse for her to stay, half tempted to pull her back onto him. His reactions dulled by alcohol, he simply sat there and spluttered, but she didn’t vacate her position entirely, only lifting off the bulge in his trousers slightly to procure yet more drinks. Leander had to admit this angle was fantastic. Back arched and shapely behind hovering tantalisingly above him, she looked ripe for the taking. If only he had the nerve to bend her over the side table beside him and have his way with her—that would certainly solve his problem.

“Want a shot?” her sweet and sultry voice came from over her shoulder.

She settled back into his lap, shuffling far too slowly to get comfortable again. Leander clenched his jaw and looked up at her, gawping at the way she bit her lip so tantalisingly. There was no way this was not wholly intentional, and the glint in her eyes told him she wasn’t done with him yet. She passed him back a shot that he didn’t particularly want and definitely didn’t need, but he threw down his neck anyway. Maybe dulling his senses would help his situation.

“Thanks,” he muttered.

“You’re welcome,” she whispered.

"Why are you…"

His question was interrupted with another shuffle of her body, miniscule movements back and forth that rubbed him just right.

Fucking hell.

"That's…not helping," he gasped.

"I think it is."

If her intention was to finish him, then yes, she was helping him along the way quite nicely indeed.

"Please…"

"Lee, you're such a naughty boy."

Then she giggled. She fucking giggled whilst rubbing herself against his cock in the middle of the common room, surrounded by their classmates. He should have been mortified, terrified—he supposed he was, but the fact of the matter was he’d never been more aroused in his life. The absolutely unbearable tension, the fear, the shame—all of it a heady concoction ten times stronger than the whiskey coursing through his veins. That last shot had burned his throat and was only now working its way to his head, which he laid again on her back.

She was chatting away again, the whiskey clearly having a complete opposite effect on her as she bounced enthusiastically against his crotch. Every little laugh, clap and excited wiggle sent him closer to the edge, the pathetic realisation that he was about to explode into his Quidditch trousers now a full-blown conclusion. His arms encircled her waist, breathing heavily against her back, hair wafting a delicious floral scent into his nostrils.

“He’s so drunk,” a voice who might have been Nellie said.

“He is, bless him. I think he’s falling asleep on my back,” the vixen on his lap replied.

The girls giggled and by the time they’d said their goodbyes and she’d continued her slow torturous teasing, Leander’s cock was twitching against her heat, ready to burst. Merlin, she was so fucking warm and soft…

“Lee?” she whispered over her shoulder.

“Y-yeah?” he managed to gasp, not daring to look up.

“You should feel how wet I am.”

Leander whimpered and gripped her waist tight as he came, her words finally pushing him over the edge he’d been teetering on for what felt like hours. He could feel her fingers digging into his thighs, hear the pounding of her heart and heaviness of her breath as he filled his trousers and made an awful mess of her, besides. There was no escaping the sheer amount of his release now saturating the fabric of their clothes. He bit down on his lip hard to stop himself from moaning whilst his orgasm pulsed, blood rushing away from his already oxygen-starved brain. He was so relieved that he forgot to be mortified for a few blissful seconds.

"I'm sorry…"

"Are you? I'm not," she replied, shuffling around to sit sideways on his lap.

There was her face in all its flushed glory, pressed against his own, their noses brushing, her lips ghosting over his. She was breathing almost as heavily as himself, chest rising and falling in his periphery. And then she kissed him for the whole room to see. Not tentatively, but fiercely, hungrily. Her hands were in his hair and his were already underneath her shirt despite the calls for them to 'get a room'. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea.

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blueraineshadows · 10 months

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Three Lions On A Bed

You asked, I listened, and now I give you...😁

Garreth Weasley x F!MC x Leander Prewett

Absolutely NSFW 🔞 🌶🔥 Go, Go, Gryffindor!

In a few days she was off to America. The country with big skies, frontier towns and miles of potential for exploring Ancient Magic deposits. The adventurous spirit in her couldn't wait. The loyal, soft heart of her was aching at the thought that she would be leaving people she cared about behind.

She was in London, staying with Garreth for a few days before setting off, saying her goodbyes to old friends. She sat on the floor of his apartment, a glass of firewhiskey in her hand, the hour late. The few friends who had come round for dinner and drinks had left, except for Leander.

The pair of them, Garreth and Leander, were sitting on his settee, laughing, reminiscing about some funny incident or other. The bottle of firewhiskey on the coffee table was getting rather low, and she expected they would be calling it a night real soon.

A pang went through her as she looked at those two men. Her two favourites. They had been as thick as thieves at Hogwarts, three mischievous Gryffindors, sticking together through everything. She loved them both.

There had been moments with both of them over the years when the possibility of becoming more than friends had presented itself. But nothing had ever come of it, none of them wanting to hurt the others. Nobody wanted anyone to be left out, so they had stuck as friends.

It had always been the three of them. Even this evening, everyone else had gone, but it was them three that were left. She would never be able to choose a favourite, they both were very dear to her, and now she was leaving them.

"I hope you realise that the hardest part about going to America, is leaving the two of you," she said. They both looked at her. "I'm going to really fucking miss you both."

Garreth slid the whiskey bottle along the table away from her. "No more for you, MC," he smirked. "You're getting all sentimental on us."

She sat up straight. "Aren't you going to miss me?"

Garreth's eyes immediately turned soft. "Of course."

He was beautiful. From his unruly red hair, to his cheeky green eyes, she loved every freckle on his handsome face. He was daft, chaotic, but his heart was made of gold. He would do anything for her, she knew that.

"We will both miss you, MC," Leander said. "It won't be the same without you around, but we understand why you have to go."

Leander. Tall, handsome, smart, a bit sensitive and over compensates sometimes to try and prove himself, but his loyalty, and his generous spirit made for a most trustworthy companion. He knew her deepest secrets and kept every one of them.

Nope. She would never be able to choose one.

She got up from the floor and moved to sit on the settee between them, squeezing herself into the gap and holding an arm out to each of them. Knowing she wouldn't see them for a long time was making her ache for closeness. "Bring it in, I need a ginger sandwich hug," she said.

"A what?" Leander laughed.

Garreth laughed too but wrapped his arms around her, he waved Leander to come closer. "Come on, mate."

MC closed her eyes and savoured the feel of them both as Leander wrapped his arms around her and Garreth. She was safely snug between the two of them. It felt perfect. She felt safe. Loved.

As Leander began to pull back, she grabbed his sleeve to stop him. "No, don't," she said. "Don't let go."

The words tumbled from her lips. Leander paused, eyes locking on hers. She swallowed and licked her lips, heat gathering at a rather alarming rate between her thighs. One of her hands fisted into the front of Garreth's shirt lest he try to pull back as well, and she gripped Leander's sleeve just as tight. She wasn't ready to let go.

Her eyes dropped to Leander's mouth. Gods, she wanted to kiss him. Her eyes moved back to meet his, and his pupils dilated, realisation making him suck in his breath swiftly.

The temptation was burning her up, her chest rising and falling rapidly at the positively sinful idea forming in her mind. She'd heard of it, one of her acquaintances was a whore, and she had heard many a lewd tale of group activities.

The both of them, both of her favourites, at the same time...

The very idea of both them touching her sent her mind spiralling down an intriguing hole of depravity. She throbbed at the thought, her thighs clenching as she imagined it. Unbidden, a moan slipped from her mouth and she writhed, her hips brushing up against the both of them because of the close proximity.

Leander's gaze flew to Garreth, redness blooming across his cheeks. As if in a trance she released Leander's sleeve and her thumb dragged slowly at his bottom lip, rolling it seductively. His breaths quickened, his throat working.

"Bloody hell," Garreth whispered.

The sound of his words, soft and amazed near her ear, made her look up at him. His green eyes were wide, unbelieving. "I can't choose," she confessed. "But I want you, both of you..."

Her words hung in the air in the tense, tight space between them. She had shocked them both, obviously, their eyes meeting over her head.

The hand she had fisted in Garreth's shirt moved up to grasp the back of his neck. "Please?" She begged. She turned her gaze on Leander, eyes pleading. "I want this."

Garreth spoke first, his voice slightly husky. "I...I guess we could...Lee?"

Leander was flustered. He ran his hand through his hair, looking between Garreth and MC. "Fuck..." He breathed. MC was still touching his face, she bit her lip and slid the tip of her thumb into his mouth and he immediately brushed his tongue against it. MC moaned and writhed again, arching her back a little at the throbbing ache between her thighs.

Leander's eyes darkened, his arousal a fire in his gaze. "Gods, alright," Leander groaned. "I'm in."

MC's sigh of relief was almost a whine and she grabbed Leander, her mouth hot and wet as she sucked his bottom lip, her tongue sliding eagerly over it and into his mouth for a hungry kiss.

She heard Garreth swear behind her, her heart already thumping hard at the thought of getting her hands on him next. Leander kissed her back, deeply, moaning into her mouth. She savoured the feel of his tongue, allowing the sweep of her desire to wash away any tiny lingering doubt.

When Leander's kiss moved to her jaw and then down to her throat, she moaned and let her head fall back, her eyes opening to look at Garreth. He was staring, mouth open, eyes dark. She grabbed his shirt, tugging him closer. "Kiss me," she begged.

His soft lips brushed hers, a tease, his tongue licking along her bottom lip. She panted and parted her lips, aching for a proper taste. As Garreth swirled his tongue into her mouth, Leander used his to suck hungrily at her neck.

MC thought she might melt into a puddle, arousal so sweet, so overwhelming scorched through her core. She moaned into Garreth's mouth and he kissed her harder. A hand cupped her breast, she had no idea who's, didn't care, she welcomed it.

And then Garreth moved to kiss and suck at the other side of her neck. She had one on each side. She squeezed her eyes closed, her voice a breathy moan. "Oh, gods, yes...more, more."

Fingers were tugging at the fastening on her trousers. A quick glance told her it was Leander, his long, slim fingers swift as he undid them and pulled them loose, his mouth still busy at her neck. He slid a hand in and down and she immediately widened her thighs for him.

He groaned as his finger tips delved through her very wet folds. "Bloody hell," he said. He slid his hand back out and took hold of Garreth's. "Mate, you have got to feel this..."

MC was breathless, eyes wide as she watched Leander guide Garreth's hand into her trousers. Both of their fingers a mixture of absolute obscenity as they dragged over her folds, exploring her arousal together.

Their eyes met, and Garreth smirked at his best friend, both of them appreciating the utter filth of this moment. Then they both turned their gaze on her. The intensity of their expressions, the feel of their fingers between her legs, had her face flushed, her breaths desperate. She wanted to tell them how good it felt, but words failed her.

One of them slid fingers into her entrance, sliding deep, while the tips of other fingers swirled over her clit. Her eyes rolled. Oh, fuuuuuck!

"I think she likes that Lee," Garreth murmured. "Look at her."

Leander hummed in agreement and the fingers buried inside her worked a little harder. She felt a teasing clench in her abdomen, heat gathering at an alarming rate. Her hands clutched at whatever she could grasp hold of, a desperate whine escaping her throat. "So good..."

"I wouldn't mind taking a closer look," Leander said.

His murmured words sent tingles of fire up her thighs, she was sliding precariously towards an edge and she was determined to take both of them with her. "Do it," she said. "Please..."

They tugged off her boots and yanked her trousers free of her legs, working as a team. Garreth's fingers curled under the waistband of her underwear, his eyes wicked as he slipped them over her hips. Leander watched as the damp cotton slid away to reveal her most intimate parts. Garreth tossed the garment over his shoulder and they gripped a thigh each, spreading her open.

Her lungs were screaming for more air but she seemed incapable of drawing enough oxygen inwards. It kept leaving her at an alarming rate. Especially when she saw the way their eyes burned at the sight of her soaked cunt.

She had been titilated at the thought of experiencing something like this with the both of them, but the reality was something else. It was erotic, it was outrageous, it was fucking everything.

"I don't know about you, mate, but I'm going to need a taste of that," Garreth said. Leander licked his lips, unable to tear his gaze away from the temptation spread out before him. He nodded. "You and me both. You can go first."

MC whined, her fingers flexing eagerly, eyes staring as Garreth settled between her thighs. He parted her gently with his fingers and then licked slowly, flatly, upwards in one long stroke. MC's hand flung out, grasping Leander's arm in a vice like grip, as Garreth swirled his tongue.

"Oh my...shit, that's..." Her words guttered out into a long moan, her thighs twitching, her toes curling. Her desire coiled tightly and her hips rolled against his mouth.

She tugged on Leander's arm unwittingly, but he answered the demand, shifting to take her face in his hand and he kissed her. She opened her mouth for him, welcoming his tongue, moaning against it.

"Does he feel good, MC?" Leander asked against her lips. She whimpered, trying to string together a response, and then Garreth slid a finger into her, sucking at her with his mouth. The wet, slurping sound of it intoxicating. She writhed, her hips needing to buck, but Leander clamped one hip down to the edge of the sofa. "Uh-uh," he scolded, playfully. "Be a good girl and keep still, MC."

She gasped, her eyes widening as she looked up at him. She had urged them both into this and now they were taking utter control. She realised she was powerless to stop it. She didn't want to stop it.

Leander undid her blouse buttons, his fingers swift and eager. The fabric fell open to expose her chemise. She panted, trying to flex her hips, but both Leander and Garreth pinned her down. She was utterly at the mercy of their tongues and hands.

Leander's fingers danced lightly up over the chemise, seeking out a nipple. He pinched, a sharp sting, and she gave a breathy cry. He smirked and rolled it under the palm of his hand, bending his head he playfully used his mouth against the thin cotton to tease the hardened peak.

"Lee..." She panted, arching her back.

He slid the fabric upwards, exposing the smooth flesh of her stomach. He kissed the soft skin under her breasts, moving upwards with tongue and lips until his hot mouth sucked at a nipple. This combined with Garreth's mouth fucking had her climax rushing forward at a dizzying rate. Her thighs began to tremble, her hips straining against Garreth's firm hands.

As her cries became louder, Garreth lifted his head, cutting off the wave as it was about to hit. MC gasped, a strangled cry of frustration bursting from her. "Garreth!"

She looked down at him, her pussy throbbing desperately, as he sat back, grinning and wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "That was fucking close," he said. He nodded at Leander. "You'd best get down here and finish the job, don't want you to miss out."

"How about we move this somewhere more comfortable?" Leander suggested.

MC looked between the two of then, the ache between her thighs screaming for release as they calmly discussed the next move. She almost growled in frustration. "Fuck sake, hurry up!"

It was meant to sound like a demand, an attempt to gain back some control, but it came out as a needy whine, and it only heightened the lust on their faces.

Garreth stood and leant over her, her heart pounding, hips writhing. He bent to kiss her on the mouth, slow, teasing. She could taste herself on his lips, she moaned, tongue seeking him out, but he pulled back. His smile was sinful, it made her ache. "Please..." She whispered.

"Let's get you in the bedroom," Garreth said. He looked up at Leander. "Ready?"

"Let's go." Leander stood and scooped MC up easily into his arms. She looped her arms around his neck and he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Garreth opened the bedroom door and used his wand to light the lamp, casting the room in a warm low light. Leander placed her gently onto the bed. He tucked her hair behind her ear. "Are you alright?"

She nodded. Her hand tugged at his collar. "You're a little overdressed, though," she said. She moved up onto her knees and began to unbutton his shirt, his hands pushing her blouse from her shoulders. She felt the mattress dip behind her, and then Garreth's hands slid under her chemise, sliding up to cup her breasts. He kissed her shoulder.

"How do you want to do this?" He asked.

Leander smirked and reached to slide his fingers between her thighs. "I need to finish what Garreth started," he said. MC trembled at his touch, anticipation tingling through her blood.

She reached a hand up to slide her fingers into Garreth's hair as he kissed her neck. "Then Garreth can have my mouth," she said, softly.

MC was on her back, her thighs spread for Leander and Garreth straddled her torso. She slid her hands up his thick thighs, the hair there rough under her palms, and his cock twitched eagerly in front of her face. Pink and swollen, the tip glistening, the hair at the base as thick and red as that on his head, she eyed him greedily.

Years she had known him, thought they were as close anyone could be, but seeing him like this made her pulse race maddeningly. The intimacy of it made her breathless.

Garreth used his own hand on himself for a few pumps, looking down at her with his mouth slightly parted. She licked her lips and then arched, a moan spilling out as Leander swirled and sucked hard on her clit.

Garreth nudged the tip of his cock against her parted lips and she pushed out her tongue to lick at him before taking the girth of him in to her mouth.

"Yes, oh gods..." His breathy moans filled her ears as his hips flexed, fucking her mouth. His hand tangled into her hair, gripping it, holding her head right where he wanted her.

"Fuck, MC, that...that feels so good..." He stared down at her as she sucked, shuddering as she teased and wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft. She moaned around him, flexing her own hips to meet Leander's mouth, his long fingers biting into the soft flesh of her thighs.

She could feel her release building again, the heat gathering swiftly after being cut off so wickedly before. Her moans mingled with Garreth's, both of them chasing that much needed relief.

Garreth was becoming undone, his hips moving faster. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his thighs as his cock slid deeper towards the back of her throat, she gagged a little, her throat restricting around his tip and drawing groans from his mouth.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned. His hand was braced against the headboard, the other gripping her hair. She hollowed her cheeks and slid her hands around to squeeze his delicious, peachy bum.

Leander slid two fingers into her, curling them up just perfectly, and swirled hotly with his tongue at her clit. His pace quickened and she felt him moan against her. Her two favourite boys were being so good to her, giving her what she wanted. The heat inside her flared, white hot and sharp. She arched, clenching around Leander's fingers, the wave of her release strong and deeply satisfying.

Her head fell back, Garreth's cock exiting her mouth with a wet pop, and a cry tore from her throat as she clenched, baring down with trembling thighs.

"Fuck, that's hot," Garreth muttered.

She squeezed her hand around him and he grunted. She brought her mouth back to him, desperately trying to catch her breath through her nose as she sucked hard, desperate to feel him fall apart at her touch.

She felt Leander dip his fingers into her again, swirling them deep, then he pulled them out, coating them with her release.

Then, Garreth hissed a breath through his teeth, his hips bucked. A cry burst from his lips. "Oh, fuck...Lee!"

Garreth bent forward, his knees sliding out a little wider, his cock sliding deeper, and MC gagged, tears streaming from her eyes. Leander had rubbed her release around Garreth's hole, working him gently until he could gently slid a finger into him.

Garreth squeezed his eyes shut tight, his fingers gripping MC's hair so tightly she winced, but she kept sucking, swirling her tongue over his tip a few times before she felt the hot throbbing pulse under her hand. His guttural moan sent shivers up her spine as he shot his release into her mouth.

She gulped, swallowing what she could, but a trickle escaped and leaked from the corner of her mouth. Garreth pulled back, panting, releasing her hair. She rubbed at her scalp to ease where he had pulled it, before leaning up onto her elbows, staring up at Garreth's flushed face and fucked out eyes, in awe of his beauty.

Leander was behind him, looking at her over Garreth's shoulder. He reached around to wipe his thumb from her jaw up to her mouth, collecting the dribble of Garreth's cum that she hadn't cleared up yet.

"Let me clean that up for you," Leander murmured. "You've got such a pretty mouth."

MC gaped as Leander sucked his thumb clean. Garreth looked over his shoulder at Leander. "Nice work with the finger, by the way," he said.

Leander gave Garreth a wink and MC clenched her thighs together, already pining for more, not expecting to be aroused by them like this.

Then, Leander chuckled and clapped Garreth on the shoulder. "Always got your back, mate."

Garreth climbed off MC and bent to press a kiss to her mouth. "Such a good girl for me," he said. "Now, you need to be good for Leander."

MC settled back into the mattress, hands reaching for Leander as he positioned himself between her legs. Running her hands up his arms, she glanced down and whimpered. Fuck, he was big!

She widened her thighs in anticipation and then yelped as he gripped her hips and yanked her down the mattress towards him. Then Garreth was behind her, grabbing her wrists and pulling her arms up above her head.

"What...what the fuck?" She cried. She twisted her head up to look at Garreth. His eyes were dancing with mischief.

"Now, what did I say about being a good girl, MC," he said. He bent to kiss her nose. "I want to watch as you take him."

Their dominance over her took her completely off guard, she had not expected it, but she would be lying if she said it didn't excite her. Garreth was usually softer, and this more dominant side of him was making her heart pound.

Her breaths quickened as Garreth pinned her hands to the mattress. She was stretched out on the bed, Leander lining himself up at her entrance with his dripping cock, his gaze was hungry, eyes blazing as he pressed the tip inwards.

MC parted her lips and writhed at the feel of him. His hand tightened on her hip, he pulled back a touch and then sank a little deeper, his eyes rolling at the tightness of her. He pushed in a little more, stretching her. "Fucking hell, that's tight," he groaned.

She whimpered, feeling the stretch. "More..."

"She wants it, Lee," Garreth said. He bent to whisper into her ear, his breath hot, torturing her, as her hair tickled her neck. "Tell him, MC. Tell him how much you want it."

"I do," she whined. She rolled her hips, her walls sliding deliciously over his girth. "Fuck me, please...fuck me," she begged.

He slowly pulled out until just the tip was inside, edging ever so carefully with it. His eyes locked with hers and he smirked, teasing her.

She literally growled at him. "Fucking tease!"

Garreth chuckled and looked up at Leander. "Best let her have it, mate."

Leander plunged in deeply and MC arched off the bed, her moan low and utterly feral as he filled her to her limit. She panted at the utter full feeling of him, and then he started to fuck.

She was losing her mind. He was relentless, his thrusts hard and deep, slamming into her, hitting her so deep she was practically wincing. Her arms wanted to flail, her fingers needed to grip, but Garreth was pinning her down. She was completely at their mercy and the fire of her need was twisting savagely in her gut. He felt amazing.

She surrendered herself to them, closing her eyes as her cries of pleasure spilled from her lips. Her body met with Leander's in a fleshy, wet slap, his fingers biting into her hip. She could hear his harsh breaths, his grunts, and the soft words that whispered from his mouth. "Feels so good...fuck...she's such a good girl."

MC glanced up at Garreth, he was watching intently, mouth slightly parted. His lips so soft and inviting. "Kiss me," she breathed. "Garreth..."

He released her hands, and his mouth claimed hers, the kiss surprisingly gentle, a comparison to the complete railing she was receiving at the other end. His hand smoothed to cup her breast, moulding her gently, thumb brushing over her sensitive peak.

Now that her hands were free, she fisted them in Garreth's hair, needing something to cling on because she was hurtling towards the edge, her body an inferno.

Leander groaned, his thrusts becoming loose, leaning forward as he buried himself deep, cock throbbing tightly as he found his release. He stilled, breathing hard for a moment before he pulled out and shifted her leg, hot cum spilling on to her thigh as he collapsed onto the bed beside her. Garreth broke their kiss and looked up.

"Fucking amazing," Leander sighed.

Garreth moved to look down at MC's dripping slit. He stroked a finger over her entrance and she moaned. Garreth was holding his hardening cock, stroking it as he slid his finger into her. "Mmm, so wet and full," he said.

"I can take more," she said.

Garreth nodded. He tapped the outside of her thigh. "Up you get then, sweetheart," he said. "I want to see you sitting on my cock."

With Garreth beneath her, and Leander behind her, MC slid on to Garreth's cock, rolling her hips. Garreth groaned, his hands on her, guiding her as she moved. His fit was a little more gentle, filling her nice and snug, his cock rubbing deliciously in all the right places.

Leander slid his arms around her, hands cupping her bare breasts, his mouth on her neck. Again, MC was overwhelmed at the feel of the both of them, heat gathering quickly as she fucked Garreth. Her pace was slower than Leander's urgent thrusts, her body was beginning to tire, but she had wanted them both, she was determined to take them both.

Pleasure tightened Garreth's face, and for once she had some control, she was doing this to him. She reached up to hold Leander's head, her fingers diving into his hair, ruffling his normally neat style. He slid a hand down over her stomach, a finger seeking out her clit, she bucked, groaning.

He began to circle his finger tightly against her, dipping lower to run it over Garreth's cock and scoop up the slick to ease his strokes. Garreth moaned at his touch and MC felt a tight flare of lust. She began to rut harder, her fingers gripping Leander's hair tighter as he worked her and teased Garreth.

She looked down, Leander's hand pleasuring her, Garreth's cock sliding in and out, coated in all three of their fluids. The erotic feel of it sent her over the edge. MC cried out as a second orgasm rocked her, her walls clenching and sucking around Garreth.

"Fuck, you're so sexy," Leander moaned, into her ear. "Such a good girl, cumming on his cock like that."

Garreth groaned and sat up, one hand holding her hip, urging her to keep fucking, her walls clenching with aftershocks. He pressed hot kisses along her collar bone and up towards her neck, before he reached for Leander.

MC gasped, aroused beyond belief as Leander leant over her shoulder, pinning her between their bodies and pressed his mouth to Garreth's. MC's hips stuttered, seriously distracted at the sound of their wet, sloppy kiss.

Garreth rutted his hips upwards, and she ground against him, his grip tightened and then he broke his kiss with Leander, burying his face into her neck with a loud groan as his cock throbbed and pulsed with his climax.

They stilled, all three of them, breathing hard, wrapped in each other's limbs. Looks were shared between the three of them, she shifted to put a hand on each of their faces, and they both leant in to press kisses to her face. They leant their heads together, smiling.

"We should have done this years ago," Leander sighed. "That was brilliant."

Garreth shifted his eyes up to his best friend. "I agree."

MC felt warmth in her chest, love for the both of them. She had no regrets, none at all. What's more, she wouldn't say no to more. She grinned and pressed a kiss to each of their noses. "Well, I don't leave for another two days..."

Garreth and Leander exchanged a look. "Maybe we ought to get some sleep," Garreth said. "It's going to be a busy two days."

MC lay in the middle of the bed, Garreth and Leander on each side of her, pressed close. Her two favourites. She felt her eyes drifting closed and she couldn't remember a time when she had ever felt this happy. Or satisfied.

She snuggled down in between her two lions, enveloped in their combined scent and warmth, welcoming sleep, and very much looking forward to tomorrow.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #garreth weasley #leander prewett smut #garreth weasley smut #leander prewett x MC x garreth Weasley #leander x mc x garreth smut #a ginger sandwich #three Gryffindors in a bed #blueraineshadows #leander prewett

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jecksaa · 9 months

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Masterlist

Ao3: Jecksa Links for my fics are below. I will update as I post All my fics are MDNI 18+ In the Shadow of What If? - Long fic - Sebastian SallowxLauren Horrow (my mc) All chapters out can be found here Dial Drunk - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Once A Coward - Duncan Hobhouse x Cassie Blanc (F!OC) Chapter One One Shots Forbidden Frolic - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC A Ghostly Touch - Richard Jackdaw x F!MC A Sacrifice - Sebastian Sallow Solo A Ray of Sunshine - Ominis Gaunt x F!MC Not His Idea - Victor Rookwood x F!OC Alone Time - Ominis Gaunt Solo He Tried His Best - Leander Prewett x Saoirse Ryan (F!MC) A Lover of Literature - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Insert Carpe Diem - Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader Insert

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy smut #sebastian sallow smut #ominis gaunt smut #Victor Rookwood smut #duncan hobhouse smut #leander prewett smut #my masterlist #my fanfic writing

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wrathmourne · 3 months

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You Seem Tense

Fandom: Hogwarts Legacy Relationship: Leander Prewett / reader (amab) Warnings: 18+ explicit, m/m, making out, mutual masturbation, bathtub sex Summary: After a particularly infuriating set of events that came your way, you decide to have a relaxing evening in the Prefects' Bathroom. Someone else, however, has the same idea.

Preview: "... all of my common sense was off the table when I broke my arm and my broom. Albie at Spintwitches said it probably couldn’t be salvaged.”

“I’m sorry, mate.” Leander spoke, eyes looking over your relaxed state. He couldn’t help but stare, the silence making you open your eyes to look at him, catching him in the act. Leander quickly looked away, redness spreading into his upper cheeks.

You let out a small chuckle, watching him look away. “I don’t mind if you look, you know.”

“There’s a lot more that I’d like to do besides look.” Leander admitted, his voice becoming a bit sheepish.

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#leander prewett x reader #leander prewett x m!reader #leander prewett smut #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #m/m smut

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writeslikeanaria · 9 months

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Hellooooooo would you be willing to do Leander x f!MC first time/virginity loss? MC being sweet and experienced and teaching him how to touch her smutty fluffy love stuff? Thanks! Its ok if not

hiya! here you go. this was my first time (lmao) writing for leander so i hope it was okay.

fic details: leander prewett x reader, 500 ish words, SMUT, virginity loss, p in v, boyfriend coded, little bit of titty play

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“Just look at me.”

You cooed at your boyfriend, sitting patiently under you. His eyes were lit up with curiosity and wonder. For once in this life, his cocky persona had taken a back seat, and all his attention was fixated on what you would do next.

His hands, respectfully laying at your hips, itched to either move upwards or downwards. You could feel his body twitch under you, unsure of what to do. It made you giggle.

Leaning down, you placed a gentle kiss upon his lips. It wasn’t anything special, just lingered sweetly, but as you pulled away, Leander’s body arched upwards, chasing the feeling of you, longing for the taste of your lips against his.

Leander pouted. “Kiss me again?”

“Would you rather my lips against your lips, or would you like them somewhere else?” You quipped a joke, but immediately regretted it, as you watched your virgin boyfriend’s mind go blank.

To help regain his composure, you leaned back down, choosing for him, and just placing another small kiss against his lips. Quietly, you whispered. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

He nodded, slowly, voice stuttering. “Yes– it’s just.. I’m just nervous.”

“That’s okay, baby.” You cupped his face. “Tell me what you want, tell me what’s okay with you.”

Leander thought for a second, red hair nuzzling against your bare skin as he hid his blush from such an unnerving question. Eventually, he pulled back, mouth dry.

“I think I want you to ride me.”

A smile appeared on your face, eager to do just that. Placing one last kiss on his lips–this one more passionate than the others–you started pulling down his pants, stopping when just his weeping member was revealed, adorned with tufts of gorgeous scarlet hairs.

Taking his cock in his hand, you pumped it in your hand, watching your boyfriend’s face contort with pleasure. You grinned, as his body shook, pulling away just as his euphoria was going to hit.

“I’m going to put you inside of me now, okay baby?”

Leander nodded viciously, cock leaking precum at the thought of you finally taking him. With his acknowledgment, you finally sunk down on him, letting out a soft whine at the pleasant intrusion.

Under you, your boyfriend was taken away with the feeling of you around him. You had barely bounced once before he had spilt inside of you, a string of apologies falling from his mouth as well.

You didn’t care for apologies. When his eyes opened and his peak had finally flattened, you kissed him once again.

“Are you okay?”

Immediately, when he nodded, you retracted, afraid you had hurt him, until he grabbed your hand, and placed yours in his, stroking soft circles against your skin.

Leander sighed. “I want to touch you.”

Giggling, you nodded, dragging his hands up to your breasts, feeling him hardened once again while he was inside of you. As his confidence grew, so did the grip on boobs, stimulating your nipples, until he reached up, wrapping his lips around one.

Through muffled words, you heard his lustful words. “You make me feel so good.”

“I’ll always be here to make you feel good.”

#leander prewett x reader #leander prewett smut #leander prewett x you #leander prewett #hogwarts legacy

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rypnami · 10 hours

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always you

ship: leander prewett x sebastian sallow

word count: 2.0 k

content: aged-up characters, auror sebastian, basically no plot, top!sebastian, sub!leander, semi-pining, risky places (??), i don’t write smut usually so this is probably bad, handjobs, anal sex, fingering, begging

summary: self-indulgent prewlow smut with no plot that’s been in my drafts for way too long. if you know me irl and you see this no you didn’t.

a/n: this is dedicated to aisling. i hate u. i love u. why do u make me do these things. also, for the purposes of this fic, pretend aurors have proper offices instead of just cubicles.

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Sebastian was exhausted. For weeks, the Auror department had been tracking a notorious dealer of Dark or otherwise cursed artifacts. Sebastian’s team had been put in charge, an opportunity he’d jumped at.

Of course, just when they thought they’d had the guy cornered, it had all gone horribly wrong, and now Sebastian’s partner was in St Mungo’s. The healers assured him they’d be able to re-attach Larson’s foot, but he couldn’t help feeling more than a little guilty. He should have known better. Head Auror Middlebury had offered for him to take the day off today, and recover, but Sebastian had declined.

Now he sat alone in his office, his face in his hands, trying to work out exactly what had gone wrong. Perhaps they should’ve known the man wouldn’t be working alone, like they’d thought, and that he’d put up a fight. Perhaps he just wasn’t ready to lead yet.

Sebastian picked at a spot on his desk with a long sigh. If someone had told him back at school that in the future he’d be one of the people catching Dark wizards, he would never have believed them. He often wondered about what Anne would think of him now, and his career path. Did she even know? He knew she and Ominis were still close, but he was unsure if Ominis was keeping her updated on what he was doing with his life now- or if she even cared. If she did, would she be surprised about the outcome of this raid? Or would she have expected him to fail?

Sebastian rubbed his eyes. Perhaps he really should have taken that day off. He needed to collect himself. Abruptly, he was pulled from his thoughts as someone knocked lightly at his door, then pushed it open. Leander entered the office, looking a bit sheepish as he closed the door behind him.

“Prewett. Do you need something?” Sebastian asked, trying to ignore the way his stupid, traitorous heart fluttered upon seeing him.

“Erm, well…” Leander rubbed the back of his neck, a slight pink flush colouring his freckled cheeks. “I just, uh, I heard about what happened yesterday…”

Sebastian cleared his throat. “Ah. Right.” That was embarrassing. Leander didn’t even work as an Auror- his office was 2 floors down, in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. If even they were hearing about it, then surely everyone knew.

“Wanted to make sure you’re okay, is all.” Leander offered a little smile.

“I am, but Larson certainly isn’t. He lost his foot, although I’m sure everyone already knows that by now.”

Leander frowned, walking over and leaning against Sebastian’s desk. “I thought they were able to put it back on.”

“Well, yeah, but the point is it shouldn’t have happened in the first place. I should’ve been smarter.” Sebastian stared back down at his desk, feeling another wave of shame.

“I don’t think you should blame yourself.”

Sebastian glanced up at Leander, thinking. Back at school, they hadn’t been particularly friendly, but once they both started working at the ministry they’d certainly been growing closer. At least once a week now, one of them inevitably found their way into the other’s office. Dare he say, seeing that lanky ginger twat was one of the only things he had to look forward to these days. Despite what he’d thought during school, Leander was actually a very sweet, caring man, albeit a bit awkward and insecure.

“Maybe.” Before he could stop himself, Sebastian reached out to where the other man’s hand rested on his desk, gently brushing his fingers across the backs of Leander’s. He wasn’t sure why he did it- perhaps he just needed a distraction from everything, and he knew Leander would happily provide that. Sebastian wasn’t so oblivious as to not have noticed that the other man had been flirting with him for the past several weeks.

Leander gasped slightly, those plump, full lips parting slightly, and that was all the invitation Sebastian needed. He quickly stood, hands moving to cup Leander’s face as he leaned in to kiss him. He tilted his head up a bit to compensate for their height difference. Leander eagerly reciprocated, parting his lips further to accept the push of Sebastian’s tongue. As their tongues swirled together, Leander wrapped his arms around Sebastian’s waist, pulling them close together.

They kissed like that for several moments, Sebastian shoving his tongue as far as he could in Leander’s mouth before they broke apart. Sebastian smirked as he saw how flustered Leander had become. His face was almost as red as his hair, something that Sebastian privately thought was very cute. To be fair, everything about him was cute, though.

Pushing that annoying thought away, Sebastian reached down and groped Leander through his trousers, earning him a low, shuddering groan. His smirk widened as he squeezed, feeling how excited the other man already was. “That’s all it takes to get you hard, hm?” Sebastian teased. “Good to know…” He undid Leander’s belt buckle and slowly slid his hand down his pants. “Just tell me when to stop,” he murmured.

“I don’t want you to stop,” Leander whimpered, then gasped as Sebastian wrapped his fingers around his stiffening cock. He gave it a few teasing pumps, his own twitching in his trousers and begging for attention. That could wait, though. He removed his hand and began fumbling with the buttons of Leander’s shirt. He pulled it off, blushing as he took in the freckled chest, a light smattering of ginger hair across it. Sebastian found himself wanting to bite, but he held off for now.

Leander whined and tugged at Sebastian’s shirt, so he stilled, allowing him to remove it. He groaned as Leander’s hands glided over the planes of his chest. Why had they waited so long to do this? In the back of his mind, he thought that maybe they should have locked the door, lest anyone walk in, but he couldn’t be bothered to worry anymore- Sebastian’s mind was lost in a haze of lust, desperate for Leander. His cock twitched, leaking in his trousers.

Sebastian grabbed Leander and kissed him again, shoving his tongue back into his mouth with a moan. The room was quiet except for their moans as they kissed and ran their hands all over each other.

“I want you,” Sebastian mumbled against Leander’s mouth, not quite breaking the kiss. “I need you.”

“Yes,” Leander gasped. “Yes, please.”

Sebastian nodded, completely unbuttoning Leander’s trousers and pushing them down along with his underpants, biting back a groan as he took in all of Leander’s length. “You’re a big boy,” he chuckled breathlessly.

Leander whined at the praise, his big brown eyes hooded as he stared at Sebastian.

“Have you ever been fucked before?”

“Y-yes… o-once…”

Sebastian felt an annoying stab of jealousy at that, wondering who, but he tried to ignore it. This meant nothing to him, it was just a casual fucking, but he was also going to pound Leander so hard that he’d forget all about whoever came first.

He bent Leander over his desk, papers scattering, but neither of them cared. Sebastian dropped his own trousers and began pumping his own cock. A few beads of precum dripped from his tip onto the office floor.

He took two fingers and slowly sucked them, taking the time to admire how pretty and round Leander’s ass was. Once his fingers were slick with saliva, he began gently prodding Leander’s hole.

“Shit,” Leander gasped. “Please,”

“Hush,” Sebastian said with a low chuckle, slowly pushing his fingers in. “Can’t have anyone hearing you…” The office did have silencing charms in place, but Sebastian had cast them quite some time ago, and it was very possible they’d worn off by now.

Sebastian kept pushing his fingers in and out, prepping Leander’s hole as the ginger wriggled and moaned.

“Please, Sebby,” Leander begged. “Please, your cock, I want your cock!”

Sebastian felt a pleasant shiver run up his spine at the pet name. Why did that feel so good? If anyone else had called him that, he might have smacked them. Coming from Leander, however, it just felt right. He halfway pulled his fingers out before shoving them back in as deep as he could, which made Leander squeal. “Hush,” Sebastian ordered again.

Sebastian removed his fingers and fumbled around his desk for his wand. He could have used his spit again, but a lubrication charm was faster and more efficient. He pumped his cock again, making sure it was nice and slick before he lined himself up. “Ready?”

Leander nodded, his cheeks flushing even darker as he felt Sebastian’s tip brush up against him. “Y-you’re such a tease.”

Sebastian chuckled. “That I am, sweetheart.” He pushed in, stopping at just the tip. “All right?”

“More,” Leander begged, desperation seeping into his voice. He squirmed beneath Sebastian.

He began slowly thrusting, moaning in time with Leander. “You’re so tight,” Sebastian grunted.

“H-harder…!” Leander let out a long, loud moan, bucking his hips again. “Please!”

“How many times do I have to tell you to hush?” Sebastian teased. He snaked his arm around and firmly pressed his hand over Leander’s lips. “Quiet.”

Leander’s eyes rolled with pleasure as Sebastian began to thrust harder. He moaned, slightly muffled by Sebastian’s hand.

Sebastian growled as he pounded harder and harder, fuelled by Leander’s noises. He felt a tension growing in his core as his balls tightened, but he refused to blow his load just yet. He wanted to make this last as long as possible. Sebastian slowed down for a few moments, watching how Leander’s back arched and his fingers gripped the edges of the desk until his knuckles were white.

He sped back up, groaning with each thrust. “Fuck,” he whimpered. “I’m gonna cum… can I…?” Sebastian removed his hand.

“Yes,” Leander gasped. “F-fill me up, Sebby…”

The pet name again- it tipped Sebastian over the edge. He slammed back in one last time, burying himself deep in Leander’s ass as he found his release. Leander squealed as Sebastian’s load filled him- neither cared anymore if anyone overheard.

Sebastian stayed buried as he reached around, gripping Leander’s neglected cock. “Your turn, princess.” He pumped Leander’s cock, leaning down to whisper filthy words in his ear. He didn’t last long before spurting all over Sebastian’s hand with a strangled moan.

The two men panted, staying in that position for a few moments before Sebastian straightened up, gently pulling out. He licked all of Leander’s cum off his fingers, smirking as he noticed the man watching with wide eyes. “You taste good,” Sebastian cooed.

They both set about re-dressing, the room quiet as they tried to make themselves somewhat presentable. Sebastian buttoned his shirt back up, unable to take his eyes off Leander.

Leander’s hair, usually well-groomed and orderly, was a sweaty mess. Before Sebastian could stop himself, he pushed his fingers through it, trying to style it in the way he knew Leander liked.

Why the fuck did he even know how Leander preferred his hair styled?

Leander blushed, another shy smile flickering across his features. Merlin, why was he so adorable?

“See… see you tomorrow?” Leander gently traced his fingers over Sebastian’s wrist.

Sebastian cleared his throat and nodded. “Yes. Tomorrow.”

“Right.”

They both stood together in a strangely comfortable silence, before Leander turned to leave. Sebastian walked him to the door, unsure what exactly the proper thing to do was.

“See you later, Prewett,” Sebastian grinned, giving Leander’s ass a quick squeeze as he walked out.

“Y-yeah,” Leander said, flushed crimson. Sebastian watched him go before sitting back at his desk.

For the first time in a long time, he was glad he’d come to work.

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little-emerald-snake · 1 month

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Free use - Leander Prewett X F!MC

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Warnings: free use woman, alcohol use, multiple random sexual partners in one night, public sex, protected p-in-v, voyeurism, exhibitionism, au

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Leander anxiously pulled at the sleeves of his shirt. His best friend Garreth had dressed him up in a button down with the sleeves rolled above his elbows and added a sweater vest over the top with some black slacks.

He did admit that he looked good but the anxiety still flared to life in his chest as they stepped over the threshold of the doorway into the living room. Bodies pressed together and the smell of alcohol infiltrated his nose, thumping music that vibrated in his chest.

He wasn’t one for parties but Garreth had insisted he start coming out to parties with him. He needed to ‘loosen up’ and ‘live a little’. He didn’t exactly know what this meant since all Garreth did was go to these parties and hang out with the same people he always did, letting the alcohol flow and dancing with his friends.

Leander rarely drank and didn’t dance and usually had little to no friends at these parties beside Garreth. So what was the point?

They’d been there ten minutes, Garreth already having left him to ‘get drinks and be right back’ but Leander spotted the curly red hair bobbing on the dance floor. Leander secured himself a red solo cup that smelled of fruity juices and vodka, sipping it liberally.

He slid his way through the crowd to a smaller room less packed with people. He wasn’t fully aware of everyone in the room when he plopped into an open armchair off to the side. He sipped from his cup and allowed his eyes to sweep over the room and take in if maybe this was his crowd. The friends brought by their more party inclined friends and just wanted somewhere to hide till it was time to leave.

Leander’s somewhat judgmental perusal swept across the room, stopping on a couch across the room where a girl his age in a black crop top and green skirt bounced in some guy's lap. He blinked in confusion. It was clear what they were doing but the other people in the room either acted as if this was normal or casually sat watching from their own spots.

Leander’s eyes flicked back over to her, taking in her curves that the man she rode held on to. From what he could tell from where he sat she was doing incredible at pleasing him.

Leander’s cheeks flushed as arousal crept up inside of him, moving blood south and causing his heart rate to spike. He let his eyes linger on the details, noticing the words ‘free use’ written on her lower back and possibly her stomach where the top didn't cover.

He’d seen the term in porn before but didn’t exactly know what he meant. Pulling out his phone and glancing around to make sure nobody was watching him he googled the term. What mostly came up was a relationship dynamic where one or both partners are allowed to engage in sex with each other whenever their partner desires.

His eyes widened but he read another article on free use women. Alternatively a free use woman was someone usually in a public setting who was available for any person to engage sexually no matter what they were doing.

He swallowed nervously, tucking his phone away and letting his eyes drift to her again. She was now sliding off of the one man and bending over the couch just as another man came up behind her. Both men were wearing protection which made his logical brain relax a bit. He was still a bit surprised to see how everyone was so casual around this.

A hand clapped down on his shoulder and he startled, looking back to his ginger friend. Leander blushed, having been caught in the worst possible situation to this date. “Hey Lee, didn’t think this was you’re scene but I’m glad to see you found something you’re into.”

Leander’s eyes shot open and he frantically began stuttering and waving his hands. “W-well…n-no I…it’s not like that! I just came in here to sit and I…I didn’t know…”

Garreth shrugged, not seeming to care much about his friend's choices. “No judgment here man. She’s been at parties before and she’s a total smoke show. Apparently she’s got a crazy good pussy too. Tap it if you have a chance.”

Leander was shocked. Garreth had never been a prude but this was a new level of comfort he’d never seen from his friend before. “Y-you’ve seen her before at these parties?”

Garreth nodded. “Oh yea. She comes all the time. She’s a self proclaimed nympho maniac. She’ll let just about everyone fuck her as long as they wear a condom. She’s a cool girl too. I’ve talked to her before and she’s got a killer personality.”

Leander nodded, biting into his bottom lip and watching her again. She looked lost in pleasure as the current guy drilled into her from behind. It made Leander’s cock twitch in excitement and he debated that maybe, just maybe he would try to hook up or talk to her. It was just the fact that they were in public that would cause him anxiety.

Garreth pulled out his wallet, fishing out a condom and sliding it into Leander’s hand. “Looks like they are about done mate, come on. Its first come first serve, go over there and wrap up. I’m sure she’ll be plenty eager to slide on.”

Leander looked flabbergasted (been waiting to use this in a fic for so long). “S-she’s already taken two cocks Gaz. You think she could really take another back to back like that?”

Garreth laughed a bit too loudly for his liking. “Mate she takes more than that at every party. She’s probably been here since it started. She’s a machine in the sheets. I’m telling you. Go get some. I’m gonna go back to dancing. Have fun.”

Leander watched his friend leave, anxiety spiking up again. He thought about Garreth’s words. What if he did just walk over there like his friend had said and take what he wanted.

He shook his head and the twitch in his trousers had him standing up and crossing the room before he could overthink it further. Cup in one hand and condom in the other, he sat on the couch and made eye contact with her. She smiled and sauntered over, licking her lips mischievously.

He set his cup aside and held up the condom. She nodded, taking it from him and proceeding to go for his trousers. He swallowed nervously, watching her delicate fingers pull his cock free before opening the condom and pinching the tip closed, rolling it down his length.

He couldn’t believe how incredibly hard he was even as people watched her climb into his lap and slide down his length. He sighed in satisfaction, feeling how tight she was. He couldn’t believe she was this tight after having taken two cocks right in front of him. Her pussy spasmed around him and his head tipped back.

She didn’t even know his name and she was bouncing in his lap as if it was her job to get him off. She leaned in close to his ear, taking both his hands and putting them on her thighs. “You can touch me, you know. I like it.”

She sounded so sweet and breathy it had him twitching. He reached around under her skirt and held her round ass in his hands, getting lost in the feeling and helping her bounce.

Her appreciative moans got louder and it seemed she was getting lost in the feeling too. He chanced a glance over their shoulder where her silky hair hung. Most eyes were on them now and his cock twitched again. He couldn’t believe he was getting off on being watched fucking this girl.

She moaned louder now, louder than he’d heard her with the other guys as he helped her move higher till just his tip was inside before letting her slam down on him. Her pussy quivered and he groaned against her neck, burying his face there in an attempt to ground himself.

She felt so good, smelled so good and she felt so tight and wet even with a condom on. This was by far the best pussy he��d ever fucked. He was just starting to get lost in it when her hips stuttered and she cried out, tightening around his cock.

He stopped, thinking maybe it was over but she regained her breath and kept sliding her body on his. “I-I haven’t seen you at these parties before have I. I-ah! Is it your first time?”

He could feel the pleasure and heat pooling at the base of his spine and he fought the urge to bury himself inside of her and blow. The fact that she wanted to keep going was driving him wild. He tried to focus on her words. “Y-yes. I’ve never…never done anything like this.”

She moaned softly, causing his hips to stutter. He was so close, fighting off the impending orgasm because she felt absolutely incredible. A pang of jealousy rang through him when another guy was getting ready behind her. He wanted her all to himself and mentally cursed for getting so attatched in only a matter of minutes together. “Y-you feel so good. P-promise to come see me again? Please.”

He drove himself up into her, moaning as he emptied himself into the condom. He was vaguely aware of her tightening around him and crying out her second release with him. This girl had really just asked him to come to another party to fuck her again and then proceeded to cum on his cock. He was smitten and that meant trouble. But he nodded anyway and helped to steady her as she got up off his lap, taking a few gulps of his drink before handing it back to Leander and allowing the next guy to lay her down and take his turn.

Leander looked away, peeling the condom off and tossing it before tucking himself away and booking it back out to the dance floor to find Garreth. His heart pounded in his chest like the music that blared through the stereos. He finally found his friend and pulled him from a mass of bodies.

Garreth was about to go off on him before chuckling and reaching up to fluff a hand through Leander’s messy hair. “Damn mate. Railed so good she even mussed up your hair. Must have impressed her.”

Leander vaguely recalled her fingers sliding into his neat hair and holding onto him that way. He shook the thought away and glared at Garreth. “We need to go. Now.”

Garreth looked a bit taken aback but nodded, turning to signal to his other friends that he was leaving. The whole walk home Garreth tried pestering Leander for what happened to upset him so badly but Leander remained tight lipped. Mulling over his new infatuation with the self proclaimed nympho maniac who seemed to be quite popular as a free use woman at these parties.

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cuffmeinblack · 10 months

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Hold me like a grudge

Leander Prewett x f!reader

3.6k words

Summary: As a Slytherin, you can't be seen to be publicly swooning over Leander Prewett, but he's making it really hard not to.

A/n: No the title isn't a Fall Out Boy song SHUTUP. Anyway, I wrote this in an evening after I said I had too many WIPs but I'm an impulsive idiot.

Leander Prewett had rubbed you up the wrong way the moment you met him, the way he’d talked about Sebastian after your first Herbology lesson, making a snide remark about dirty Slytherin tactics. Probably not the best thing to say to a Slytherin. What he lacked in tact, he didn’t appear to make up for anywhere else, quickly becoming someone you disliked and tried to stay away from.

You'd held onto the grudge for a while, though it had subsided with time—perhaps you'd matured, realised that he simply held assumptions that were incorrect and it wasn't necessarily how he felt now, two years later. Or, it was because Leander Prewett was now fucking gorgeous. His jaw had sharpened a little, he'd grown several inches, towering above most of your classmates, but still had that shocking red mane that he shared with his partner in crime, Garreth Weasley.

If there was one red headed, freckled boy you thought you'd be attracted to, you'd have thought it would be Weasley, with his easy smile and twinkling eyes. But no, your eyes were often drawn over and up to Leander, who's full lips looked more and more inviting by the day as you struggled to concentrate and maintain your composure around him. You had a stoic and intimidating Slytherin façade to maintain, and it wouldn't do to be publicly swooning over Prewett.

Easier said than done when you spotted him enter the great hall with Nellie, holding hands and giggling insufferably. Your lip twitched into a snarl, nose wrinkling in disgust at the lovestruck pair, sauntering to their table without a care in the world. When the hell had that happened? You privately chastised yourself for waiting far too long to make any sort of move on him, your stomach twisting into jealous knots. Your reaction wasn't easy to hide, and caught the attention of Sebastian immediately, his head swivelling around to follow your gaze.

"Prewett…and Oggspire? Huh. Disgusting, yes, but why do you care?"

"I wasn't looking at him," you said far too quickly.

"What were you looking at, then?"

"Erm…," you scanned the Gryffindor table looking for a scapegoat. "Weasley."

"Why were you looking at him?"

Sebastian's dark eyes were boring into your skull, making it incredibly hard to come up with a convincing lie. You were usually so good at this, but Leander's entrance with his new girlfriend had you flustered, and Sebastian was taking advantage of it.

"What's going on?" Ominis asked, tearing himself away from his breakfast to join the interrogation.

"Someone's got a crush on a Gryffindor," Sebastian said with a smirk in your direction. "I'm trying to figure out which one it is."

"Oh, Leander," Ominis said matter-of-factly, continuing to sip his tea.

"What?!"

Your mouth was dangling open at the blond, who obviously couldn't see your flabbergasted reaction, nor hear it over Sebastian's urgent questioning.

"How do you know that? Is that true? Fucking Prewett?"

"Sebastian, please," Ominis said, placing a protective hand over his ear.

"How did you know…?" you asked quietly.

"You mention him far more than anyone outside of our house," Ominis shrugged. "You also frequently call him Leander and try to sit near him in Charms at any given opportunity."

"Oh. Right, well I suppose I'll have to be more careful in future," you replied bitterly, swallowing a lump in your throat. "Excuse me."

Storming out of the hall, you ran into the grounds and gulped down the fresh air, desperate to quell your nerves. So your best friends knew about your ridiculous crush, so what? You knew Ominis would be discreet, and Sebastian…well, he would if he knew what was good for him. No, your problem was Nellie Oggspire, and she needed to be dealt with.

The day passed slowly as you mulled over what you wanted to achieve, and tried to stay as far away from the pair as possible. You didn’t want to hurt Nellie, no, merely scare her off. A little prank never went amiss, and it would allow you to take out your frustration on the object of your envy.

You were distracted all the way through dinner, keeping a close eye on Leander as you ate. Sebastian merely rolled his eyes, engaging in conversation with Ominis as you stewed and waited. As soon as he stood to leave, passing by Nellie with a tap on the shoulder, your fork clattered to your plate and you jumped up. Your friends called goodbye after you, but you merely grunted and gave a half-arsed wave as you strode out of the room.

You had your wand, a plan, and a whole lot of stupidity, but apparently none of the luck. They went straight to the Gryffindor common room, leaving you fuming outside of the entrance and pulling suspicious glances from students and portraits alike. Perhaps it was for the best, you thought bitterly, marching back towards your own common room in the dungeons.

You’d made it halfway before realising you didn’t feel like the company tonight, diverting into the grounds. The evening was cool and the sun only just beginning to set as you perched on a grassy mound to watch the spectacle. Listing all of the reasons why you shouldn’t care about Leander having a girlfriend wasted a couple of hours, and the stars were bright and twinkling by the time you left your spot.

It must have been approaching curfew with the castle so quiet as you entered through the double doors, picking up your pace to almost a skip. You’d barrelled down a few corridors, activity getting sparser and silence descending until you heard him. His voice, the one that sent shivers down your spine, the reason you sat so bloody close to him in Charms, was now raised and absolutely furious.

You should have ignored it, carried on walking and put it out of your mind. It was none of your business, but curiosity got the better of you, and you approached with bated breath as the shouting got louder and you noticed a second voice. Nellie and Leander were really going at it, and you barely suppressed a grin as you listened to the exchange, only feeling the tiniest amount of guilt.

The voices dissipated, replaced by heavy footfalls you recognised from a feminine shoe. Ducking around a corner, you waited until the corridor was silent once again, breathing a deep sigh of relief. There had only been one set of footsteps, the other noticeably absent after minutes of waiting.

You knew you couldn't stay in hiding all night—it was already past curfew. You should have left, but the person you'd agonised over all day was just around the corner. Your legs were already moving in that direction, carrying you towards the spiral staircase, when you saw him; the shock of red hair atop a figure hunched over on the stairs.

"Leander?"

His face flew up, expression softening when he saw that you weren't a prefect.

"Oh…hello. Erm, what can I do for you?"

"Me? I was…are you okay?"

"Ah, did you hear that? Yes, I'm fine…"

"Right, well…"

You couldn't seem to finish your sentence, pulled between wanting to comfort him, find out more about what had happened and throwing the stoic mask over your face once more. Being sarcastic wouldn't achieve anything, even though it was your default when faced with awkward, sensitive conversations about emotions. He looked at you questioningly, clearly confused as to why you were still standing in front of him.

"Want some company?"

He blinked, not expecting the offer, but nodded and shuffled over to allow you room to sit down. Being so close to him was unnerving, your eyes instantly drawn to his mouth and feeling an intense blush cross your face. Diverting your gaze to his brown eyes didn't exactly help, and the air seemed to ripple with tension as you fidgeted and he ran a hand through his copper hair.

"What brings you here this time of night, anyway?" he asked.

"Nothing much, just came for a walk to clear my head."

"After curfew?"

"I'm particularly good at being stealthy if I need to be," you said with a small smile.

Leander chuckled, a soft, melodic laugh that made your blush deepen and fidgeting intensify.

"I suppose I know what you were doing out here," you muttered.

"Mmm, didn't really work out that way, did it? It's fine, though. I wasn't really…"

He shrugged and his sentence trailed off with a sigh, leaning back against the stairs behind him on his elbows. Now it was even harder to take your eyes off of him as he practically lay next to you, a relaxed posture you'd never seen in your classes together. He was always so prim and proper, yet here he was with a crinkled shirt rolled to his elbows, tie loosened and hair dishevelled from a long day. You'd have loved to muss that hair even more, running your fingers through it as you kissed him.

An uncomfortable ache had settled between your legs, your abdomen full of fluttering insects that didn't appear to calm with the passing seconds. Gods, you wanted him. You felt almost crazed, and were sure he felt it too as his eyes drifted lazily over your face, flicking between your eyes and down to your lips.

"You're quite nice, for a Slytherin," he remarked.

"Hm. You're alright for a Gryffindor."

You held each other's gaze for a few agonising seconds, neither able to make a move until your impatience got the better of you. Leaning over his almost prone position, your hand found his cheek and lips met his in a tentative but dizzying kiss. He was kissing you back, long fingers wrapping your waist to pull you on top of him in an awkward and uncomfortable perch on the steps.

The pain in your knees you could do without, but it dulled to the sensation of his soft lips parting for you, his tongue meeting yours in gentle exploration.

"Is this…just a rebound?" you asked, pulling away all but an inch.

"Does it matter if it is?" he replied, fingers pulling your shirt from your waistband.

"A little…I've liked you for a while. And I don't want to be second choice to fucking Nellie Oggspire," you added, flinching away from talking too openly about your feelings.

"Me too. I mean, I've liked you, ever since I saw you in fifth year. Gods, you're gorgeous. You could never be second best," he replied, voice dripping with lust as his hands roamed over the bare skin beneath your shirt.

Maybe this was just a one-off, but did it matter? He was offering to fulfil your fantasies and you were more than eager to accept. You doubted your body would let you refuse, the way your chest tightened, breath quickened and you ached for his touch.

"Can we go somewhere more comfortable? These stairs are killing my back," he asked with a small smile.

You couldn't help but smirk at his wincing, whilst wondering if you could make it all the way to the Room of Requirement. Willing to give it a try, you clambered off of him, saliva pooling in your mouth as you noticed the bulge in his trousers before pulling him up by his wrist. Leander stuttered, readjusting himself in his trousers as you shushed him, marching quickly and quietly towards your sanctuary.

It was a way to go, and it was past curfew—you were bound to meet a prefect or a teacher, and then what? You'd be banished back to your common room with detention and full of frustration. The time to act was now, as you passed through the hallway and heard dull, echoing footsteps ahead of you, and Leander seemed to agree.

"Oh, shit," he whispered, swivelling you around with a pull of your hand and into a nearby dusty classroom.

"What the hell…"

"Shhh!"

The lock clicked behind you, leaving you standing in silence, moonlight pouring in through the windows the only source of light. The footsteps outside grew louder as your heart pounded, then receded, and you let out a breath you didn't realise you'd been holding.

"That was close," he sighed.

"This more comfortable for you?" you asked, glancing around at the rows of desks.

"Not exactly as cosy as my dorm…"

"It'll have to do."

Your fingers wrapped around his tie, dragging him through the rows to the large desk which at one point would have seated a professor. The classroom had long been disused—you didn't think they'd mind. As long as the dearly departed didn't decide to visit, you should have Leander all alone now.

"We're really doing this…fuck…," he muttered as you turned, backing against the desk and pulling him against you.

"We really are."

Your fingers got to work undoing the buttons on his waistband as his lips claimed you in a kiss, his hands resuming their place underneath your shirt and slipping up your back. They were soft and warm, his touch delicate but decisive, tracing your ribs around to the soft flesh of your breasts. A gasp left your mouth as his large hands gripped your breasts, pawing hungrily and teasing your nipples into stiff peaks with a flick of his dextrous thumbs.

"Leander…"

He responded with a low groan, his straining erection falling into your hand as you released him from the fabric. Oh fuck, he was proportionate to his height, for sure, and the girth you felt as you wrapped your hand around him made your breath hitch. Those soft lips were teasing you into a frenzy, brushing yours gently before pulling away ever so slightly with a smirk. Oh, he wanted to play.

Without a second thought, you crashed your mouth against his, sucking his lower lip into your mouth, nibbling and sucking, flicking and gliding your tongue to show him what you'd do elsewhere, if he behaved. Your hand worked his cock with gentle strokes, slow and steady, your thumb swiping over the top to spread his slick precum. The thought was making you hungry, the smell of his arousal drawing you down to the floor before he could react to the abandonment of the heated kiss.

Within a second your lips were wrapped around his cock, tongue swirling around the swollen head and hand gripping firmly at the bottom of his shaft. The moans you let out echoed in the classroom, devoid of anything but the hard wooden furniture, mingling with Leander's gasps and frantic expletives. His hands were in your hair, tugging with every movement of your head as you sucked his cock ferociously, like you'd been fucking starved for years. He tasted so good, warm, wet and a perfect fit for your mouth.

Running your tongue along the thick vein on the underside of his shaft, Leander let out a shaky moan and bucked his hips, his cock hitting the back of your throat. Fuck, yes. More. You begged him with your eyes, using your spare hand to grab his hip and pull him into you. He got the hint, looking down at you with his lips parted and his eyes darkened as he took hold of your head with both hands.

He rolled his hips, his cock sliding further down your throat, the tip squeezed by your tight muscles as you suppressed your reflex as best you could. Your eyes still watered, his face becoming more of a blur with every thrust, the groans from his throat growing louder and louder. There was something so exhilarating at being used for his pleasure, the obscenity of it only growing your already painful arousal.

He was close; you could tell by the ragged breaths and shaking legs, the urgency of his thrusts as he practically grinded against your face. The tiny moans you managed to eek out were silenced as he pulled back, spilling his load into your mouth. Thick ropes of cum shot onto your waiting tongue and coating your mouth, unable to take it all and dribbling the last down your chin.

You were both panting by the time his cock had finished pulsing, but you found the energy to scramble to your feet, swallowing the thick, salty liquid and wiping the overspill on your sleeve. Leander looked to be in shock, an almost apologetic look on his heavily flushed face, only intensified as you hopped onto the desk and yanked his shirt to pull him between your legs. It was your turn now.

"Are you okay…?" he asked.

"More than okay, or I will be," you replied, taking his hand and roughly placing it between your legs.

"Oh…fuck…"

His thin fingers glided over the cotton of your underwear, almost making your eyes roll back in your head at the overwhelming sensitivity of your clit. You were throbbing, the bundle of nerves under his fingertips so desperate for attention. It was unbecoming to beg, especially for a Slytherin, but by Gods you were close.

Thankfully, his movements hastened at your glare, pressing firm fingers to your soaked underwear and working your nub with quick and tiny circles.

Your arms quaked, muscles twitching and hips bucking into his hand with every little movement. His name fell from your lips over and over again until you couldn't speak, his mouth claiming yours with a frenzied hunger. Your kisses were all gasps, moans and tongue. Leander was getting hard again, his length pressing into your inner thigh, but he never wavered from his attention on you.

He'd pulled down your underwear with tugs of his spare hand and a wiggle of your hips, fingers delving into your soaking entrance to the sound of your wails. Coated in your slick, he returned to your clit, gliding between your folds to resume his steady rhythm.

"You're so wet…"

"You drive me fucking crazy," you growled.

You were so close already, and overly sensitive. Your orgasm was building quicker and quicker, your heart pounding and body shaking as you approached your peak.

"I want you to come for me."

He whispered in your ear, and you were a goner. His silky voice slid into your ear and exploded the tension coiled in your core, your release ripping through you so intensely Leander had to grip your waist to keep you from falling against the desk as your body convulsed. You screamed his name, gasping for breath as he sucked on your neck. His fingers carried you through your orgasm until you squirmed away at the oversensitivity, gripping his back until the waves had ebbed away.

"Fucking hell."

Leander nibbled and licked at the skin on your neck, answering you by plunging his fingers inside you.

"Oh…oh Gods, Leander…"

He pulled away from your neck, looking deep into your eyes. Your stomach flipped and walls clenched around his fingers at his intense stare. He looked animalistic, a predator with its sight fixed on its prey, ready to pounce at any moment.

"Do you want me?"

"Yes."

His fingers pulled out of you, replaced by his rock hard erection parting your folds and nudging at your entrance. He hooked an arm under your leg, drawing it up to expose you completely under your skirt. His lustful gaze dropped to your waiting cunt, watching as he pushed himself inside you with a soft groan. He was slow, steady, stretching you exquisitely. He felt incredible, everything you'd ever hoped for in those nights spent with your hand between your legs, moaning his name.

"You feel amazing," you gasped as he fully seated himself inside you.

"Gods, so do you. Fuck."

You pulled on his tie to bring his lips to yours, kissing him deeply as he began to roll his hips. Your hands were in his fiery mane as he fucked you; hard, steady and utterly perfect. You seemed to move effortlessly in sync, meeting him at the top of his thrust with a shift of your hips, his hands pulling you to press deeper than you thought possible.

"So beautiful…," he muttered against your lips.

You responded with a whimper, your walls fluttering around his cock.

"You're going to…make me come again…," you gasped breathlessly.

"Can I finish inside you?"

You looked into his eyes, melting slightly. He didn't slow or stop his thrusts, just pounded into you as he held your gaze.

"Yes, fuck…come inside me, Leander. Fill me up."

His grip on the flesh around your hip tightened to painful levels, the skin tingling beneath his fingernails as his rhythm quickened just a little. He slammed into you harder, bruisingly, with a glint in his eye and sinful moans falling from those soft, kiss-swollen lips. You held him tighter, whispering his name as you felt his cock twitch and body tense before he met his release, pulling you over the edge with him.

He kissed you hungrily as you revelled in the bliss of your orgasms, bodies warm and sweaty but still clinging to each other through it all. Every muscle in your body relaxed as the pleasure ebbed away, leaving you limp, dazed and so content. Your cheeks brushed, sighs and heavy breaths exchanged, and for a while you forgot that you were in a dusty old classroom—being entwined with Leander in the hazy afterglow felt right, almost like home. You kissed his freckled skin until he turned to look at you, eyes searching yours.

“So…want to do that again?” he asked.

“I assume you don’t mean now,” you replied with a smirk.

“Maybe not right this second, but you said you were good at being sneaky…do you think I can get you back to my bed first?”

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blueraineshadows · 1 month

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A request if you’re taking them ❤️

Leander x F!MC fingering and loads of dirty talk? He’s really posh and doesn’t wanna fuck her to give up his virginity but really wants to please her?

Thanks and I hope you’re doing well 🫶🏻

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Quidditch Score

Leander Prewett x F!MC

2.7k words. NSFW 🔞 sexual tension / dirty talk / fingering / sexual behaviour / teasing

The gathered crowd in the Quidditch stands gasped as a player swooped low over their heads, catching the Quaffle and turning before launching it back out into play. You look up, crouched down, your head leaning against the solid warmth of Leander beside you. As the player took off back into the action, you sat up straighter and glanced at Leander, a smile lifting your lips at the rapt concentration on his face as he watched the game.

“Oh!” He cried, his face lighting up and then contorting into disappointment. He looked down at you, giving you a nudge with his elbow. “Did you see that? It was almost a goal. What a good save, though.”

A huff of laughter escaped through your nose at his enthusiasm, your eyes casting about to see if anyone was watching before you slid your hand against his, linking your fingers into a firm grip. He glanced down at your touch, a flood of crimson staining his cheeks as he lifted his honey brown eyes to yours. His shyness was adorable, his fingers flexing with yours as he tucked your hands discreetly between you, worried that someone might see. He was so proper, so concerned about spoiling your reputation in public, sticking to all the rules of propriety when it came to courting like a proper gentleman.

A flutter of warmth bloomed behind your ribs, spiralling outwards to send tingles down your arms and lower, pooling in the lower part of your stomach as your eyes feasted on the plush softness of his mouth. Scooting even closer against him, his soft intake of breath revealing just how close you were pushing the respectability limits, you tilted your head to whisper into his ear.

“I can’t stop thinking about our kiss goodnight,” you said, your teeth sinking into your lower lip at the memory of it. “I don’t think I can wait until later for another one.”

His eyes widened, his head turning so that he could look at you in surprised wonder. This close, you could see the flecks of gold in the brown of his eyes. You could count every freckle on his cheeks if you had the luxury of time. However, the scandalous proximity of your faces in such a crowded place had his blush darkening, his tongue slipping out to nervously wet his lips.

“Shh, someone will hear you,” he gently chided, glancing over his shoulder. Nobody was paying you two any mind, though. They were all watching the game.

You leaned even closer, your breath hot against the shell of his ear. “In that case, you’d best take me somewhere a little more secluded and private. Nobody will notice if we slip away for a few minutes. I want to taste you.”

His softly parted lips expelled a shuddering breath, his fingers gripping your hand with renewed vigour as he processed your words. Tension, thick and delicious, began to build as you waited for his response, memories of stolen kisses in darkened corners flooding your thoughts.

The fumbling explorations under clothing, the desperate grip of hands on waists and necks as your mouths tasted lips and throat. Your heart thumped with the anticipation of what his fingers could be doing to you right now. The temptation of it all had you daring to risk discovery. It was a dangerous game, but one that inspired far more excitement than the students flying around above your heads on their brooms.

His eyes were glazed with the burn of carnal ideals, warring against his stoic persona. The embodiment of gentlemanly behaviour and polite manners, he had a strong belief in the custom of waiting until his wedding night before casting aside his virginity. His purity made the fire of your explorations all the more intense, knowing that he was pushing against his limits in order to slake the urges your bodies craved.

Slowly, you shifted, grazing your thigh against his, your thumb dragging a slow, deliberate circle against the skin of his hand. Your eyes slid subtly to observe his reaction, the delicate press of white teeth against his full lower lip, making the flames flicker and curl in your abdomen.

“I know what you’re doing,” he murmured, keeping his gaze forward on the game.

Your lips tilted slyly. “I could always stop if you don’t like it,” you teased, brushing your thigh against his again. You move your mouth close to his ear again, your voice low and filled with dark promise. “If you’d rather stay and watch the game, I could always make a visit to the girls' bathroom. I promise I would think about you whilst I touch myself, I’ll even moan your name into the silence if you like, although I would much rather moan it into your ear.”

“Fuck,” he breathed, his eyes squeezing tightly shut as he fought against the building tension with all that was decent and honourable.

There was a decadent and sweet thrill watching him squirm with his thoughts, the flush spreading downwards to his neck, his other hand lifting to tug at his collar. He turned his gaze your way, fixing his blazing eyes on the soft pout of your lips. You slid the tip of your tongue along your lower lip, your eyes full of promise. The tortured rasp of his breath and the satisfying sight of his pupils dilating made your pulse thrum with aching fire, shooting downwards to make your sex throb with need.

“Ten minutes,” you whispered, his gaze transfixed on the movement of your mouth. “Nobody will even notice we have gone. Please…”

You had him. His eyes fluttered closed in resignation, his head dipping before he scanned the stand around you. “Ten minutes,” he agreed.

He was up and hauling you to your feet, your boots tapping on the wood to keep up with the huge strides he took with long legs. Your heart was thudding in your ears as you took the rickety steps down, down, down to the sandy floor under the stands. Leander made haste, dragging you along the delicate curve of the stadium, the roar of the game still going on above your heads.

When you came to a secluded alcove amongst the wooden structure, Leander glanced ahead and behind you before pulling you into the space, backing you up against a post before claiming your mouth in a firm kiss. You moaned in appreciation, your arms snaking up around his neck to slide your fingers into his soft hair.

“Is this what you wanted?” He mumbled against your lips, his large hands sliding downwards to drag your hips flush against him, his fingers splayed around your curves.

“It’s a bloody good start,” you breathed, parting your lips to allow him access.

Leander kissed with thoroughness, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with a hunger that stole your breath. It was an art well practised between you, the taste of him throwing fuel onto an already raging flame. Your body screamed for more, and to feel the slide of his fingers against your starved flesh.

Hitching up your skirt, you guide his hand to your thigh, smirking in satisfaction at his desperate groan. Breaking the kiss, he looked down, his fingers exploring the tops of your high socks that finished just above your knees. As his fingertips grazed the sensitive, exposed flesh of your thigh, he bit his lip. “You know I fucking love these,” he moaned, sliding a finger under the edge of the sock and tugging it slowly downwards. “Bloody hell.”

“Don’t go lower, Lee,” you rasped, grabbing his wrist and sliding his hand back up. “Touch me.”

His darkened eyes met yours, the sting of anticipation so sweet. “Why? Are you wet for me?”

You nodded, biting your lip as his hand slid with agonising slowness up your thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles as he dipped to the inner softness. Maintaining that burning eye contact, Leander pressed his fingers against the soaked cotton of your knickers, groaning in appreciation as he began to stroke up and down.

Your lips parted with a soft sound, his touch heightening the urgent throb at your core. Widening your thighs for him, you grip his clothing, shoving his waistcoat and shirt upwards, the white fabric sliding free of his trouser waistband to expose the pale, freckled flesh of his stomach. He looked down, watching as you dragged your fingers over the smattering of copper hair around his navel, his stomach muscles twitching as you followed the trail of hair down to where it disappeared into his waistband. Hooking your fingers into the Gryffindor red, tartan fabric, you tugged eagerly.

“Impatient little thing, aren’t you?” He smirked.

“What can I say? I burn for you, Leander,” you sighed, your hips rocking against his teasing fingers.

“I’m not going to take you,” he said, breathing heavily.

“That’s alright,” you assure him, your smile bordering on wicked. “Luckily, we know a trick or two by now to get around that.”

Your fingers popped the top button on his trousers, working downwards until the fly was gaping open, exposing the fabric of his undershorts. Tugging the waistband a little lower, you exposed the jut of his hip bones, wetting your lips as you imagined dragging your tongue over the sensitive skin there. He was a beautiful boy, his body that of a man now, strong and supple. The ache you had for him was unmatched to anything you had ever experienced. It was a hunger that clawed and grasped at you.

The bulge in his shorts was impressive, your fingers tracing down over the thick curve of his arousal through the straining fabric of his shorts. The length twitched eagerly, hardening even further until the pink, swollen head poked up out of the waistband. It glistened with his pleasure, and your thumb grazed against the silken tip, spreading the slick in a teasing circle. His whimpering moan sent fire through your veins, his fluttering eyelids closing to make copper lashes fan against his pink cheeks. Gorgeous.

Just as you began to circle your fingers around the tip, grazing lazy strokes up and over the sensitive head, he grasped your wrist, a determination blazing in his eyes.

“You first,” he ground out, fighting his own desperate desire. “I want to hear my name on your lips, just like you promised.”

Tugging your underwear aside, his fingers sought out the heat beneath, probing with practised strokes until your breaths were needy gasps from your lips. The delicate sound that you uttered ended in a blissful moan as he plunged his finger deep inside of you, twisting and pumping until he felt the sharp bite of your fingers at the back of his neck. Your head fell back, thumping against the wood of the post, but you cared not as Leander stroked deliberately against that magical spot deep within you.

“Ah, y…yes,” you gasped, arching your back as you chased the fire he so easily sparked in you.

Combining his strokes with a second finger, his thumb began to circle in rhythm, spiralling the heat to dizzying heights as your hips rocked to meet him. The exposed column of your throat became a playground for his mouth, the delicate brush of his lips set against the agonising scrape of teeth, making your thoughts spin wildly. You gripped the back of his neck, your feet resorting to pushing up onto your tippy toes as you chased the burn, your moans breathless and erotic near the shell of his ear. You felt him shiver, his breath hot against your neck, and you reached down to palm his thick length.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he muttered, pressing hot kisses along your throat. “Someone will hear you.”

Smiling, you tugged his head upwards and kissed him, sucking his lower lip into your mouth with a low moan. His fingers were relentless, circling and pumping, the filthy sound of it driving your lust onwards and upwards. “I can’t help it,” you said, gripping the hair at the back of his head as he curled his fingers and pushed deeper. “I love the way you fuck me.”

He closed his eyes, his forehead pressing against yours as his hips began to grind against your thigh. “You’re going to be the death of me one of these days,” he moaned.

Grinning, you reached down to pull your skirt up higher, exposing your heat so he could see his fingers as they drove you ever closer towards the edge. You could feel the flush of your pleasure heating your cheeks, your chest aflame, and your core twisting with the delicious burn that you craved. “Look what you do to me,” you sigh, your lungs working even harder to sustain your urgency.

“Oh, I’m looking, sweetheart,” he breathed, his gaze fixated on his fingers as they slid in and out of your heat, coated in your glistening slick. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect. I don’t deserve you.”

Your chest constricted, your hand urging him to look at you. “Don’t ever say that,” you said desperately, shaking your head. You pressed a firm kiss to his beautiful mouth. “Nobody else comes close.”

The urgency of his kiss heightened the burn, his tongue dancing with yours in the final throes as that deep, carnal ache tightened to a blistering peak. You felt the clench across your stomach, your thighs quivering as your climax soared. You couldn’t stop the cry from leaving your lips, Leander claiming a kiss to swallow the sound with a moan of his own.

As the wave of sweet pleasure rolled over you, the tide sweeping you outwards in a haze of bliss, Leander slowed his pace, his thumb drawing slower circles around the twitching bud of your core. Closing your eyes, you felt the tide rush in again, flooding your body with liquid fire until you were sure that you were floating above the ground.

“Leander,” you breathed, the sound soft and dream-like. As your eyes fluttered open, you were met with the blown out gaze of him, the fire in the depths of those brown eyes calling to something very deep within you. Touching your hand to his cheek, you knew there could never be anyone else.

With softer kisses against your lips, the gentle brush of his lips teasing over your cheeks, your eyelids, and the tip of your nose, you felt yourself float back down to earth. Satiated and flushed, your core still thrumming with the lingering effects of his touch, you sought to return the favour.

Leander smiled against your mouth, his kiss lazy as he stopped you. “Later,” he murmured softly, kissing you slowly and sensually. He was still hard, grinding against your bare thigh, and your skirt still twisted up about your waist. He moaned and broke the kiss, nuzzling against your neck. “How about we skip the rest of the game and go back to the castle?”

“But, you’ve been waiting for this match,” you said, smoothing your hand up the expanse of his back. “I think we lasted longer than ten minutes, too. Someone may have noticed we are gone by now.”

“Let them,” he muttered, kissing your neck all the way up to your ear. As his lips brushed against it, the sensual tone of his voice made you shiver as he continued. “Adjust your skirt, sweetheart. We must be the image of respectability as we walk back towards the castle.”

“I love how prim and proper you are in public,” you smirked. "It makes the naughty side of you even more delicious."

His teeth scraped against the lobe of your ear, and you moaned, lifting your thigh to put more pressure against the straining press of his arousal. He may well be a respectable gentleman to the outside world, but you loved being privy to the hot blooded man he saved for in private.

“With everyone at the game, my dorm will be empty,” he whispered into your ear. He trailed slow, hot kisses across your cheek, his hand coming up to push a finger into his mouth. He sucked slowly, his eyes rolling. “I want to taste more of you.”

Your eyes widened, and your heart began to pick up the pace again, reaching to grab his hand. “Leander!”

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead, straightening his clothing with a grin. “Is that no?”

Hastily, you shoved down your skirt, smoothing the creases in the fabric with trembling hands as you tried to catch your quickening breaths. “Are you kidding? Let’s go!”

With hands held, and shared laughter spilling from your lips, you let Leander escort you towards the castle, that delicious burn of anticipation flooding through your veins and lighting your eyes.

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Leander sex let's go

I can not believe I actually wrote this. Never thought I'd live to see the day I write smut of Prewett.

Semi-self indulgent Leander/Dominic (My MC from ItSoP)

M/M 18+ 2.2k

“Confringo!”

A quick protego saved him, sparks of red and yellow flashing against cold, dirt-covered stone. Leander was putting his all into this duel. He had finally worked up the courage to confront Sebastian, challenge him to a real one on one with Dominic there to see. The redhead spared a moment's glance at Blackwood while he had Sebastian levitating. The black-haired Slytherin boy was leaned against the stone wall to his left, a barely distinguishable smirk seen through swings of the large metal clock pendulum that separated them. And if Leander wasn’t mistaken, which he prayed to Merlin he wasn’t, there was a warmth to the boy’s face as well as the gold orbs pierced Prewett.

Leander turned back to the brunet who was still hovering, a scowl on his insufferable freckled face. Prewett finished the duel quickly, casting at Sallow until he was knocked back into the iron-barred partition behind him, falling to his knees and signalling defeat. Pride and adrenaline filled Leander, the tips of his fingers still tingling with magic. He had won. His smile was wide as he turned to where Dominic had been standing, but it quickly fell into confusion when he realised he was no longer there.

The redhead almost jumped out of his skin when he felt a rough hand grab his arm and begin tugging him away, and as he looked at who it was, Leander’s cheeks grew hot, even more confused than before. It was Blackwood, his dark hair curling up at the nape of his neck, grazing the green lining of his Slytherin robes. He was so focused on the neck of the other boy he hadn’t the time to notice they had left the clock tower, now in some outside corner, seemingly tucked away from the rest of the castle.

He had begun to speak, his eyebrows stitched together in questioning as he looked away, at anything other than the boy he had been pining after since the first day of classes. “Dominic, I-” He was cut off as he felt gloved fingers reach around his neck and pull him slightly down, his mouth clumsily crashing against Blackwood’s. Leander's eyes stayed open in shock, panic rushing through him. He relented, however, letting himself enjoy what he had been wanting to do for months, even if it did end up being some sick Slytherin prank.

Hands shaking, Leander nervously reached for Dominic’s face, feeling the warmth of his cheeks before sliding into his thick dark hair, receiving a pleased noise from the boy who continued to kiss him. It was just how he imagined, the Slytherin’s lips tasting sweet, yet smoky, as if someone had burned a marshmallow, and as Blackwood swept his tongue across Leander's lips, he eagerly parted them, pulling Dominic closer, wanting to feel his torso pressed against his own. He felt as if the entire earth was spinning beneath his feet, the feeling of a burning fire starting in his abdomen from the leather against his neck, the other boy’s tongue swirling against his own being entirely too intoxicating.

And just as quick as it happened, it ended, Dominic pulling away, his face flushed and gorgeous, his eyes hooded and practically glowing. The dark-haired boy then mumbled something Leander didn’t quite hear, and he must have had floo powder in one of his pockets because they were now in the Gryffindor common rooms and he was once again being pulled towards where the dorms lie. Leander wanted to ask how a Slytherin could have been able to travel so easily to the common room, but the realisation of what was happening shoved his questioning thoughts aside, his trousers tightening an embarrassing amount as they ascended the stairs and entered Prewett’s dorm room.

Once inside, Leander saw Dominic pull out his wand and mutter an incantation over the room, his eyes falling to the handle. It was similar to the end of his own wand, made of some sort of orange and white striped stone. If his cheeks could have warmed even more, Leander was sure they did. “I… I didn’t know you felt that way… About me, hah.” He spoke, Dominic spinning around to him, with a look of… embarrassment? Leander laughed a bit before rubbing the back of his neck, hoping he hadn’t offended the Slytherin. “I just mean, well, I didn’t know you liked boys. I was hoping you did. I didn’t know I liked boys either, at least not until you showed up and beat the -”

“Leander.”

Pretwett looked back at Dominic who was now undoing his robe and sliding it off, his broad shoulders now visible underneath a very well-fitting button-down and vest. “I, yes?” He stuttered, scanning the boy in front of him.

“Of course I like you. You’re so strong and handsome. I couldn't help myself after seeing you beat Sebastian like that. So courageous and noble, not using any unsanctioned spells. It was… very admirable.”

Dominic’s voice was low and smooth, like music to Leander’s ears, his legs practically turning to jelly from the praise. He couldn’t speak, his mind like soup as he watched the Slytherin boy unbutton his vest, then his dress shirt, slipping both articles of clothing off and revealing what Leander had only seen in carved marble. He was stunning, and Leander was subconsciously moving toward him as he slid off his gloves as well, much to Prewett’s surprise and pleasure as he hadn’t seen the boy without them since the first day of classes.

The black-haired boy hummed in a pleased tone as Leander finally reached him, his cold hands sapping the warmth from Blackwood’s exposed skin, his thumbs connecting the small dots that lay on his flesh. This was obviously not nearly enough for Dominic, as he rather hurriedly tugged at Prewett’s robes, and the redhead was suddenly embarrassed again, that he had been ogling for what felt like ages as well as worried that the Slytherin would no longer want to… after seeing him unclothed. He relented, however, slipping off his robe and beginning to unbutton the layers he had, his motions being restricted by Dominic once again kissing him, slower this time, more deliberately. Apparently Blackwood felt Leander stop what he was doing, as the redhead felt his hands do the job of unbuttoning for him, doing the task quickly and efficiently, sliding the garments off.

Blackwood pulled away from the kiss once more, eyeing Leander, making the redhead squirm. Prewett was going to speak again, but the sight of Dominic spotting the uncomfortableness in his trousers and looking up at him with a smirk made his breath hitch in his throat, his heart beating relentlessly out of his chest. And when Blackwood knelt to the ground before him and placed a kiss on his… predicament, Leander felt as though he almost could have came just from that contact alone, the breath that had been caught now escaping shakily.

“I’ve wanted to do this for ages, since you showed me around the greenhouses.” Dominic spoke, just above a whisper, his warm fingers edging across the waistband of Leander’s trousers before undoing the clasps that held the britches in place. He looked up at Prewett, and a small moan escaped the redhead, not thinking in a million years he’d see such a sight. He honestly thought such an image should be captured, framed and put in a museum.

Dominic continued his movements, tugging the fabric that restrained Prewett away. Blackwood hummed, a smirk on his lips, apparently pleased with what he saw before sliding his hand up Leander’s thigh, making the redhead’s painfully hard cock twitch. Leander could have died, died and gone straight to heaven as he felt the Slytherin finally wrap his strong, warm hand around his length, stroking him a few times before swiping his thumb across the tip, collecting the precum that had accumulated to ease his movements. Prewett shook, having never felt anything like this before. He had only ever touched himself, he hadn’t even had a first kiss before today, and his body felt like it was on fire, tied to a burning stake.

“Look at me”

Blackwood’s voice made Leander shiver as he opened his eyes, not knowing when he had closed them. He looked down at the dark-haired boy on his knees before him, those golden eyes staring through him with such intensity as his mouth opened, tongue lolling out of his mouth to lick Prewett from base to tip, his hot breath and drool making the redhead’s eyes flutter, resisting the urge to close them again. Dominic seemed content with this as he took Leander into his mouth entirely, Prewett’s legs shaking as he felt himself hit the back of Blackwood’s throat. The dark-haired boy didn’t gag though, much to Leander’s surprise, as if he had done this before, and Leander’s shock must have been evident on his face as Dominic hummed around him, bemusement in his eyes as he began to bob his head, hands gripping the slight pudge at Prewett’s hips.

Leander’s hands fumbled to find where they were supposed to be, one eventually tangling into Dominic’s hair, the other covering his mouth slightly, the noises escaping him being absolutely shameful. “F-Fuck, Blackwood. Hmmff.” He whimpered, hips beginning to move despite the grip on them tightening, attempting to control his movements. The dark-haired boy looked up at him, his stare being icy despite the warmth of his eyes, practically demanding him to stop. But he couldn’t, the wet friction being far too enticing as his hand tugged on Dominic’s hair, feeling like he was about to cum.

He didn’t though, Dominic pulling off of him with a pop, spit trailing down his pretty face, lips and cheeks flushed. Leander almost cried, his cock aching painfully as Blackwood stood and grabbed his hand, a slight anger to him. Prewett’s brows furrowed in confusion and anxiety, worrying that he had done something wrong, but his worries were partially quelled as Dominic shoved him onto his bed and began unlacing his own trousers. Leander’s eyes widened a bit, seeing how hard Dominic was himself. “I uh, I can h-” He began, before being cut off by Blackwood’s ever-commanding tone, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Shut up.”

Before He could register what was happening, Dominic was straddling him, his cock pressed between their torsos as the dark-haired boy loomed over him, kissing at his neck and shoulders, his teeth marring the freckles that lay on Leander’s practically transparent skin. Leander couldn’t help but buck his hips against Blackwood’s arse, desperately needing the friction as Dominic continued to leave deep purple marks over his collarbones and chest. “Hah, p-please, Dominic. I need it.” He begged, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

Dominic leaned up from where he had been, looking perfectly dishevelled, his usually put-together demeanour faltering slightly, lust tainting his constantly stoic expression, like seeing a statue begin to crack. Without a word, Blackwood moved, reaching for his wand and tapping the tip of it against the blood-rushed tip of Leander, a warm, slick fluid flowing down onto it. Leander was at a loss for words, not expecting what he was seeing, Dominic raising himself and leaning over, a hand on the wooden headboard above Leander as he positioned the redhead with the other.

And when Dominic finally lowered himself, a dreadfully loud moan escaped Prewett’s lips, only partially stifled by a hand that he had raised to his mouth. His head spun as his other hand grabbed at Dominic’s thigh, then his hip, up to his chest, and back to his hip again. He couldn’t focus on any one thing, or else he’d… Well he’d be far too embarrassed by what would happen, his eyes dancing over Blackwood’s body, but not focusing on it for too long, the compromising position looking all too good on the dark-haired boy. Leander heard a small laugh escape Dominic and he looked away, at some poster on the wall next to his bed, the words becoming illegible as the boy on top of him began to move, rocking back onto his cock.

“Merlin, Leander you feel so good, fuck.” Blackwood spoke breathlessly through a soft moan.

Leander let himself look at him, fully, taking in the form on top of him. It happened, his body shuddered with an intensity he could barely comprehend, strings of praise falling from his mouth as he gripped at Dominic’s waist, trying to get more friction as he rode out his high.

“Uhg, Merlin, will you knock it off, Leander? Again?”

The sound of Garreth’s voice shocked him, the smirking form of Dominic fading away as blackness consumed his vision.

“Wake up, Prewett, perverted bastard.”

Leander’s eyes shot open, his chest heaving with laboured breaths. Garreth was standing next to his bed, arms crossed and face twisted with disgust. “I- wh- what time is it?” Prewett croaked out, his throat dry and face flushed with embarrassment.

“It’s almost seven. Ugh, you should clean up too.” Garreth replied, motioning towards the sheets that had become wrapped around Leander in his sleep, a dark spot forming between his legs. “And apologise to the house elves this time.” The other red-headed Gryffindor turned and headed out of the door and Leander was left alone, a mess.

#hogwart legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #leander prewett #leander prewett smut #Dominic Blackwood #Dominic Blackwood HL #Dominic Blackwood Smut #m/m #fanfic #my writing

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jecksaa · 9 months

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He Tried His Best

Idea: This is purely because @slytherizz disrespected me earlier today. So I wrote Leander smut just for her! But i hope you all enjoy this, along with the misery she will feel! Pairing: Leander Prewett x F!MC (Saoirse Ryan - see what I did there) Word: 2.1k Tags: Quidditch Match, It has Smut... I'm not spoiling it, SHE HAS TO READ IT TO FIND OUT! A/N: If we friends, and you disrespect me, you get smut writing for you with your least favourite character. So I hope lessons were learnt today. AND PLEASE MDNI - 18+ ONLY

As Leander got changed into his Quidditch uniform, his hands begun to shake. The nerves becoming overwhelming. No one was sure how Gryffindor managed to pull themselves out of a losing streak and make it to the Final. But here he was. Taking a breath to steady himself, of course they were up against the best team in the school, Slytherin. Imelda made sure her team was top notch, drills daily, she was relentless. And if Leander was honest with himself, he was a bit scared. “Come on, Mate. Time to kick some snake butt!” Garreth clapped him on the back, startling him slightly. “Yeah, right.” Leander grabbed his broom and followed his team mates out of the locker room. They all stood on the pitch, brooms in hand, awaiting orders from Kogawa to take flight. Leander looked over the Slytherin team, Imelda had been captain since Quidditch was reinstated at the start of their six year. She was able to recruit Sebastian for his build, he had only become bigger since training with the strict Slytherin, a terrifying beater for sure. But there was only one person on the team he was truly afraid of, Saoirse Ryan, the new fifth year. Now a seventh year, she was lively, loved getting into arguments, and gods was she the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her bangs framed her face so nicely. Her eyes always looked like the start of a sunset; a tinge of orange flickered around the lightest brown he’d ever seen. Those eyes had been burning a hole into him since they stepped onto the pitch. It was known that she hated him, but he couldn’t help but like her. *whistle blow*

Kogawa altering the two teams to get into position, the atmosphere was heavy, the crowd was loud. Both sides chanting for their houses, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw picking sides and joining in the fun. Gryffindor had been labelled the underdogs this year, Leander wanted to do his best this game, even if they didn’t win. He didn’t want to regret not going all out on his last game ever. He took his spot as Keeper, he scanned the sky, Garreth was on his left, Sebastian was opposing Garreth, he said a small prayer for his teammate. His eyes found Saoirse, the fastest chaser this school had to offer. *siren sound* He watched as everyone took off, becoming a blur. He needed to stay focused, eyes on the chasers. The first couple of Quaffle’s had been easy to stop, ramping up over time as everyone settled into their rhythm. Swaying back and forth on his broom, watching as his teammates fought tooth and nail to stop the Slytherin chasers from getting through, and there she was, Saoirse. She was wicked fast on a broom, Imelda made sure of that. The way she pulled her broom up slightly told Leander she was going for a curve throw; he was thankful that he had watched her closely enough to figure out her tells. Dipping to the right, catching the Quaffle and stopping the 10 points that would have brought them to a draw. He could hear half the crowd cheer for him, it felt nice. It was a close game, 130 points to 140 points, Gryffindors way and it was so close to being over. Everyone was beginning to grow tired, arms sore, and Leander’s chest hurt a bit more than he had expected from using himself as a shield. He could see Imelda and Nellie racing for the snitch, Northcott protecting Brattleby as he scored against Slytherin. Leander just had to hold out a bit longer, stopping another shot taken by Flint. Come on, they were so close.

The sound of Garreth getting hit by a bludger drew his attention away for two seconds longer than it should have, Saoirse seizing her opportunity to take a shot that would finally go through. Leander’s eyes snapping to the Quaffle, diving for the ball. Catching it with his right arm, the momentum throwing him into the goal post. The pain radiated through his body as his ribs connected, taking the wind out of him. “IMELDA REYES HAS CAUGHT THE GOLDEN SNITCH, SLYTHERIN HAVE WON.” Kogawa’s voice resonated around the pitch. A flock of green rushed to Imelda, a well-deserved celebration. The Gryffindor players made their way off the pitch, defeated, tired, and sore. Gods, Leander wandered if he had cracked a rib or two. The locker room was quiet, everyone feeling a bit solemn. Leander sunk himself to the bench, hoping the pain would subside before he took to the showers. Getting lost in his own thoughts, he could have played better, but overall, they still would have lost. Pulling his jersey up, his ribs had begun to bruise, traveling towards his back. “Shit Lee, that looks rough.” Garreth said as he dried off his hair “Here, take this.” He passed him a vial full of green liquid. Leander took the potion “Thanks, Gaz.” Downing the contents, feeling the pain subside slightly. He would need to make a visit to Nurse Blainey after a hot shower. His teammates left one by one until it was just Leander left, the pain finally easing he shed his jersey, last time he would wear it. Turning the tap, the water hit the tiled ground. Leander occasionally sticking his hand in to check the temperature. Discarding his pants, he practically threw himself under the water. The scolding relief washing over him, sweat and dirt washed away instantly. The scorching feeling taking away from the throbbing pain that lingered in his ribs. “Leander, you still in here?” A familiar voice called out for him. “Saoirse?” “Yeah.” Her voice grew closer. “What are you doing in here?” Leander questioned. “Garreth said you were still in here.” Why did it sound like she was on the other side of the shower curtain. “That doesn’t answer my question.” His voice filled with concern. “You hit the post pretty hard, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Saoirse sounded concerned, if only he could see her face. “I’m okay, Gaz gave me one of his wiggenweld potions. Feeling gre-“ Leander winced at the pain that shot through his side, cursing himself for talking with his hands so enthusiastically. His hand grabbed for the pain, hunching slightly. The sound of metal clinking on metal quickly filled his ears, eyes darting to the now opened curtain, blown wide at the sight of Saoirse standing there with a panicked expression. “Are you okay?” She asked. “I-uh…” Leander was unable to string two words together, quickly covering his exposed manhood. Saoirse’s cheeks flushed a similar shade to his uniform, he had never seen her like this. She truly was the most beautiful witch he had ever seen. Her eyes ran over his body, he had never felt more self-conscious before this moment. He could feel himself harden as her gaze ran lower, he was frozen. Her tongue wet her lips gently, parting them slightly. “I have another...ah... potion… if you need it?” The same gaze flickering back to the still prominent bruise on his side. Her hand held the potion towards him. “Umm… can you look the other way…” Leander felt the heat bloom over his entire body. “Of course.” Turning to face away, hand still held out. Leander sheepishly took the vial and quickly downed it before handing it back. “Thank you.” He could already feel the pain fading. She was still standing there, within reach. “Do you need anything else?” He couldn’t wrap his head around why she was still here.

Turning back to face him, cheeks still flushed. “I don’t, but I think you do.” Flashing him a wink, followed by a smirk. Kicking off her shoes, she took a step into the cubical, Leander instinctively stepped back. His back pressed into the cold tiles, unable to escape. Another step closer, Leander threw his hands up in protest. His erection now free from his grasp, eyes shut tight. “What are you doing?” His voice cracked. There was no response, it felt like an eternity of silence. He wandered if she had left, seen his naked body and ran for the hills. He blinked his eyes open slowly, the water running down in front of him, his vision slight obscured. But she was still standing there, her socks soaked through. Her Quidditch uniform slightly damp from the splash back. Her eyes were dark, like they had found her prey. Her lip was pulled between her teeth, biting down gently. Saoirse’s hand reached for the still outstretch arms, pulling him towards her. Stumbling forward, his hands landing on her to catch himself. Her arms extended around Leander’s neck, pushing herself up on her tippy toes. She pulled him to meet her lips, capturing him in a kiss. Her lips felt so soft against his, her fingers scratched at his scalp, sending shivers down his spine. Leander’s hands gripped at her hips. This felt like a dream, maybe he hit his head instead and he was currently unconscious. If that was the case, he never wanted to wake up again. Her hand trailed down his side, slightly grabbing at the bruise that was still present. Leander winced at the pain, oh… this wasn’t a dream. Saoirse’s fingers danced over his chest, gradually pushing him backwards, breaking the kiss apart. The tiles felt cold against his skin once more, the water drenching her entirely. Her hand pushed the shower head upwards, Leander’s eyes dragged over how the wet uniform clung to her form. Whimpering quietly at the sight, fingernails trailing down his chest, over his abdomen, he could feel his muscles tighten at the touch.

He watched her sink to her knees, running her tongue over her lips as she grasped his length between her hands. He had imagined this scene so many times before, how she would look, feel. Fuck, this was better than anything he could ever conjure himself. Her tongue run up the underside of his cock, flicking the tip as she slightly pulled away. Whimpering louder this time. She was peering up at him, watching his reaction. Her eyes looked like a storm was building at the end of October, that orange glint that danced with the foliage changing between seasons. “F-uck…” Leander’s hands flew to her hair as she took him in her mouth. Completely wrapped around him, her head began to bob ever so gently, swirling her tongue around his leaking tip. One hand slowly jerked his length, the other gripped his thigh, supporting herself. Gods, the sounds she was making made his head spin, humming against his skin. His hands tightened in her hair, sliding between where her ponytail started. Leander pushed slightly, his length dipped deeper into her mouth, she didn’t seem to mind. His head fell back against the tiled wall, desperate moans echoed in the bathroom. He hoped no one came back looking for him. Please, he needed this. Saoirse’s pace picked up, cheeks hollowing as she sucked at him harder. Leander’s hips bucked against her, hands holding her head in place. Her moans vibrated around his length, thrusting deeper, grazing the back of her throat. Her nails dug into his thigh; his groans grew louder. The build up of his release was approaching, his fingers gripped tighter in her hair. Pulling her further onto himself, his hips thrusting quicker. Leander could thank Godric himself for this feeling, her damp swollen lips around his cock felt like heaven. Her muffled moans mixing with his, the sound she made every time his cock hit the back of her throat. Small praises left his lips, a numbness spread throughout his body, it sent a tingle up his spine. “Yes, fuck- yes!” His grip was relentless, forcing his entire length inside her mouth. Her eyes watered as his release coated her throat. Holding her there for a second longer than he should of, she pushed at his thighs. Releasing his grip, she broke away from his cock. Chest heaving as her breath caught up to her. “Fucking hell, Leander. A warning would have been nice.” Rising from her knees, her voice sounded cross with him but her lips pulled into a smirk. “Sorry… it just felt really good.” His voice a little meek, an octave lower than normal. “Well, you can consider that my apology then. It was partially my fault you hurt yourself.” “Oh, well then… Apology accepted.” The noise that left Saoirse caught Leander off guard, he wasn’t sure he had ever heard her laugh before. It was a sound he would like to hear more of.

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justbecausethingsblog · 1 year

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I am VERY nervous about posting my Leander fic. I’m not the greatest smut writer and I just KNOW it’ll get a lot hate…

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nithrissa · 8 months

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Two regal thestrals pulled the last carriage towards the awaiting emerald-clad trio. They had been amongst the last to leave the train, content to let the younger students run on ahead, hopeful that they might get a carriage to themselves. Lydia approached the closest thestral and pulled some treats out of her bag. It extended its large black leathery wings in excitement as it ate out of her hand. "Good girl." Lydia cooed as she ran her fingers along its snout. She then moved onto the smaller, grey one and fed it in kind.

"Are you just about done?" Sebastian called through the carriage window. "I would like to get to the feast before the pudding is all gone." He smirked as she rolled her eyes.

"Oh hush, Sebastian." She chided before placing a small kiss to the thestrals snout and moved around the carriage to step inside. As she pulled herself into the carriage she heard frantic footfalls racing towards them from the path.

"Wait!" A voice called and the trio looked to see Leander Prewett, red faced and disheveled. His usually perfectly coiffed hair hung limp on his forehead as he leaned forward onto his knees to catch his breath. "Glad…glad I caught you." He managed to say between breaths.

"Sorry, Prewett, we're full. I suppose you'll have to walk." Sebastian grinned unapologetically as he reached around Lydia to usher her inside and close the carriage door.

The defeated look on Leander's face made Lydia feel pity for the lad and so she stuck her foot out to catch the door. "Don't be cruel, Sebastian." She said as he slumped into the seat beside her.

Leander climbed into the carriage and sat beside Ominis. "Thanks." He said softly and closed the door behind himself.

"Why are you so tardy anyway, Prewett?" Sebastian asked as the carriage began to move. "Bit late to set a reputation for bunking off."

Leander attempted to smooth his hair back from his brow unsuccessfully. There was something about seeing him so unkempt that made Lydia's stomach flutter, which she chose to ignore. "My baby sister is starting this year." He answered, defensively. "She was nervous and asked me to walk her to the boats."

"Don't worry, Sebastian, no one is coming for your title." Ominis smirked before he turned his attention to Leander. "You're quite fortunate that Lydia stopped to pet the thestrals, or else we would have been gone."

"Yes, if Lydia wasn't obsessed with the ugly beasts you would be walking to the castle." Sebastian interjected. "How fortunate." He frowned and stared grimly out the window.

Lydia gaped at Sebastian in horror. "Ugly?" She scoffed. "They're majestic."

"The fact that you find those lanky, emaciated, chiropteran creatures majestic is maddening." Sebastian spat playfully and turned to Leander. "What about you, Prewett. What do you think of our leathery friends?"

Leander's dark eyes glanced between the pair before they fell to the floor. "I uh…I can't see thestrals." He admitted, as if disappointed.

Sebastian sighed. "Of course you can't." He said bitterly as he continued to stare out the window. Sebastian always held a degree of contempt for Leander no matter the occasion.

"Don't feel bad, Leander. I can't see thestrals either." Ominis gave him a comforting smile that Leander returned before realising that Ominis, a blind man, could not see anything.

Lydia giggled at Ominis' antics, much to Leander's shagrin. The rest of the ride to the castle was far too quiet as Sebastian pouted and Leander attempted to fix his mildly disheveled state. Lydia felt a blush rise through her freckled cheeks as she watched him try and straighten his robes and tidy his hair. She felt a strong urge to rake her fingers through his hair and muss it up more than it already was. Not to be cruel, but because there was a part of her that liked seeing him so unkempt.

He caught her eye as she stared at him and her body felt like it had been struck by lightning. Her eyes flickered away as her heart beat heavily in her chest. Suddenly the air inside the carriage was stifling, and Lydia found her robes far too warm. What was happening to her? She was glad when the carriage finally came to a stop and, before anyone else could move she burst through the door and back into the cool evening air of the Scottish Highlands.

"Uh…are you alright, Lydia?" Sebastian asked as he stepped out behind her.

She turned to her friend. "Fantastic." She squeaked. "Never better. Just really excited to get to the Sorting Ceremony, you know. Last one…" She smiled somewhat off-kilter and tried to convey with her eyes to Sallow to shut it before Leander and Ominis exited the carriage.

Together they all followed their classmates into the Great Hall, not as delayed as Sebastian eluded, and parted with their Gryffindor counterpart to join the rest of their fellow Slytherins.

Reminiscences were soon cut short as Professor Weasley began the sorting ceremony. She led a gaggle of first year's into the Great Hall and towards the dilapidated old hat that had placed Lydia in Slytherin two years prior.

One by one Professor Weasley called the names of the eleven year old students; Selena Abbot, Edison Birch, Novella Bulstrode, Mason Cooper, Albus Dumbledore, Galena Goldfinch, Rosie Hatch, Melania Macmillan, Gregorio Oleander, Ramona Prewett…

Lydia felt her ears prick up and a blush overtake her cheeks once more. This is getting ridiculous. She thought as she watched the small ginger haired girl sit upon the stool and have the great Sorting Hat placed upon her tiny head. Lydia found her eyes wandering the Gryffindor table in search of Leander, his hair still mussed and a proud smile upon his lips, and found herself unable to look away. As soon as the hat announced 'Gryffindor', Leander excitedly cheered along with his table, and Lydia couldn't help but smile to herself.

She found it hard to focus on anything but the lanky Gryffindor as the ceremony concluded with another Yaxley being sorted into her house. She began to grow frustrated that, even as she ate and caught up with her friends she found her eyes wandering to his stupid face. It's just because of his hair. She thought.

"So…what do you say?" Imelda asked as Lydia glared at her pumpkin juice. How she wished she had sat on the other side of the table, at least he wouldn’t be in her line of sight. "Lydia!?"

"What?" She growled as she broke from her stare to address her friend who gave her a glare of her own.

"What's gotten into you tonight?" Imelda said defensively.

Lydia hung her head. "Sorry, Imelda. I…I must be tired." She lied. "What were you saying?"

Imelda narrowed her eyes suspiciously but moved on. "I was wondering if you gave any thought to trying out for quidditch this year?" She smiled as sweetly as she could. "We need a new seeker, and I know how good you are on a broom."

Lydia had thought about trying out for quidditch in her sixth year, but had enough extra work on her plate from being so far behind the rest of her year. "I don't know, Imelda. N.E.W.T's are this year and I've got a full course load."

"Ugh, boring." Imelda groaned. "At least think about it." She said before Professor Black addressed the students, made his usual announcements and sent them off to their dormitories.

Lydia was glad to finally be free of her torture and could not get to the dungeons fast enough. Her only hope, as she lay in her bed, was that her nightmares would take a break for one night so she could get some rest.

~**~

The following morning, Lydia sat with her back turned towards the other tables so as to avoid any unwanted distractions. However, that did not stop her stomach from flipping wildly when she heard Garreth call his name.

Sebastian noticed her surly mood immediately. "Nightmares?" He asked as his spoon stilled over his porridge.

"Yes." She lied. Yes, her Nightmares had persisted over the summer, but that wasn't what plagued her. "If they continue, I'll have to move back to the Room." Sleeping in the Room of Requirement did nothing to rid her of her Nightmares, but at least her roommates could sleep soundly without the fear of being jinxed in their sleep.

"You can always come see me or Ominis if you can't sleep." He said softly and Ominis nodded beside him.

Lydia smiled at her friends. "That's sweet, boys, but I can handle it." Her thoughts were interrupted as a flash of red silk in her peripheral vision made her heart beat intensify.

"Good morning, Lydia." Natty greeted as she sat down beside the flaxen-haired Slytherin. "Have you received your time table yet?"

"Natty!" Lydia yelped. "You startled me!" She said as she took a deep breath to slow her heart rate. "I have." She said as she produced a piece of parchment from her bag. "I'm so glad you convinced me to take Alchemy, I'm looking forward to studying together!”

Natty immediately hung her head shamefully. “That is what I came to talk to you about.” Her dark brown eyes were apologetic as she spoke. “I had to drop alchemy due to being accepted into the Early Auror Training Program.”

Lydia felt a mixture of joy and sorrow at her friend’s news. “That’s wonderful news, Natty.”

"Are you sure you do not want to join the program too? You have so much experience." Natty had found a love for fighting dark wizards and Lydia appreciated it. But after what she had gone through in fifth year, she discovered that she preferred a quieter life.

"I don't think so, Natty. I think I've had enough dark wizard fighting for one lifetime." She glanced over her time table, she had alchemy every Monday, Wednesday and Friday evening. The latter of which it currently was. She didn't know anyone else who was taking the class, as it was an elective that just enough students signed up for. "I suppose I'll have to find a new study partner." She mused.

"I am sorry, Lydia." Natty frowned. "If you would like, I can speak with Leander. I'm sure he would be willing to help you."

Lydia felt her stomach flip once again. "No!" She quickly yelled before she covered her mouth. "That's fine, Natty. I don't want to be a burden. I'm sure I can manage."

Lydia found herself unable to escape the constant distraction that was Leander Prewett during her first day back. He was evidently in all of her classes, and although his hair was perfectly tidy once more, Lydia found her eyes drawn to him.

After supper, Lydia made her way to the dungeons for Alchemy. Due to the small class size, they would be in a smaller room with less desks to sit at, which became apparent to her when she entered the room to see that the only available seat was beside the man she was trying to avoid.

Leander was seated at the furthest desk from the front, his book already opened and a full set of laboratory equipment before him. Lydia glared his way before scanning the small room once more to double check that there were no other empty seats.

She felt like someone had hit her with a jelly-legs curse as she made her way over and perched as far from him as the seat would allow. Her heart pounded hard as he turned to her, a small smile on his plush lips. "Evening, Lydia."

"Evening." The nonchalant tone of her voice was in direct contrast with the anxiety that rattled her brain.

He turned more towards her, his leg moving dangerously into her territory. "Natty mentioned that you might need someone to study with." His eyes grew wide. "Not that you need help, per se. I just know that if I started in my fifth year I wouldn't have as much experience…" He stopped as if searching for the right words, of which he seemed to discover, there were none. "Sorry." He mumbled as he straightened himself.

Seeing Leander almost flustered as he spoke to her surprised Lydia. Gone was the bravado he had when they first met. It was endearing. "No. You're right. I could get by on my own, but having a partner would really help." She placed her Alchemy text book on their shared desk.

His mouth turned up into a small smile as he turned his head towards her. "Brilliant. To be honest, I could use the help as well."

"Alright class." Professor Sharp entered through the door and made her way to the front of the room. "Alchemy is a specialized form of Transfiguration magic that utilises a laboratory and has a similar practise to that of potion making. Due to the complex nature of alchemy, you will be working in pairs and will be graded as such." Their partnership in the class seemed inevitable. "In this class we will be studying the base elements and learning how to transform their natural states…"

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