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Hello,

I wanted to let you know my uncle Solomon will be away for the weekend, so I’d like to invite you to Feldcroft for a sleepover. I’ve really missed you this summer and I would love to see you!

Sincerely,

Anne

You were so excited you almost didn’t even send your owl back to inform Anne of your visit before heading to the Floo Flame. Of course Anne wouldn’t mind if you’d shown up without notice beforehand, but a response is always polite.

Anne was your best friend since your very first year at Hogwarts. Now you’re in your seventh year, and this happens to be the very first time you’ve been invited to her cottage. Her uncle has never been fond of her having visitors, and you were alright with that. You preferred to avoid him entirely, as he’d always been incredibly cold towards you, as he is with everyone. You never understood why he seemed to be so mad at the world.

As much as you were eager to spend the night with Anne, especially with no adult supervision (Because who wants that at 18?), you couldn’t deny you were highly anticipating spending a night with her brother Sebastian as well. You’ve known Sebastian as long as you’ve known Anne, and you know each other pretty well, but you’ve never been as close with him. However, your relationship is friendly and you are comfortable around one another.

But what he or Anne doesn’t know is you’ve been harbouring a massive crush on him for years. It started around fourth year when he’d hit puberty. His voice changed, he grew taller, and his face looked more mature. Although now, the three of you are 18, and he’s grown into a very, very, very handsome young man.

Sometimes you wondered if he could’ve ever reciprocated those feelings, and at times it seemed like maybe he did. You’d catch him giving a few too many glances in your direction, or getting quieter in your presence, like he was almost bashful. Although you chalked it up to delusion.

You sent back your owl informing Anne that you will be at the cottage in an hour’s time knowing Anne likes to keep it extra tidy so she’d have to do little to nothing to prepare for your arrival.

One hour later on the dot, you found yourself in Feldcroft walking up to the Sallow cottage. You almost hesitated with knocking as you thought you’d appear a little too eager being perfectly punctual, but you knocked on the door anyway.

You nearly felt like your lungs had collapsed when the door opened and you found Sebastian standing before you. You’d only seen him at the end of June and it was late August now, but he looked much more tan and his arms had noticeably grown muscle from his work on the farm.

“H-hello,” you stammered a bit pathetically.

“Welcome,” he replied, giving you a devilishly handsome smile. “Anne’s just in here baking some biscuits. Make yourself at home.”

Sebastian stepped aside and held out his arm to invite you inside. What a gentleman. Anne stood in the kitchen and she turned to see you, her face lighting up.

“Yay, you’re here!” She stepped away from the oven to approach you and engulf you in a big hug. “I’m so happy to see you. I know seventh year only starts in a couple of weeks but I couldn’t wait any longer!”

“Neither could I, I couldn’t say no! The biscuits smell delicious, by the way.”

“Thank you!” Anne squealed. “I wanted to be productive this summer, so I thought I’d take up baking. I’m quite good at it, actually.”

“She is,” Sebastian mumbled with a mouthful of apple pie.

Anne scoffed. “Sebastian, I told you that last slice was for her!”

His face dropped as he swallowed another bite. “Oh…”

“That’s alright,” you reassured with a laugh. “He deserves it, he looks like he’s done a lot of hard work recently.” You didn’t realize you had been staring and chewing your lip until you saw his cheeks turn a bright red.

“I suppose so,” Anne grumbled obliviously. “But I’ll have to bring you a pie when we go back to Hogwarts, and Sebastian will keep his claws away from it.”

Laughter filled the room from you and Anne as Sebastian rolled his eyes, but a smirk grew across his face. It was rare that you got to spend time with the two of them alone as you were often in a crowded castle, or in the Undercroft along with Ominis. Admittedly, you were really excited that Ominis wasn’t there. Nothing against him, but your heart raced at the fact that you’d ultimately get more attention from Sebastian than usual since he only had one other person to divide his attention towards rather than two.

Anne returned to the kitchen to continue on the biscuits, silence beginning to grow throughout the cottage. You found your gaze falling back onto Sebastian just as he traced his index finger along the plate, wiping up sauce from the pie. You felt vibrations course through your body as he put his finger into his mouth and licked it clean. Your neck cracked at how fast you whipped your head away once he made eye contact with you after that innocent but incredibly lewd action.

“So,” he piped up. “How was your summer? Get up to anything exciting?”

“N- not really,” you croaked, quickly clearing your throat in embarrassment after your voice cracked pathetically. “I’ve just been doing a lot of research for the career I want to get into once we graduate.”

His eyebrows raised. “Oh really? Have you decided on anything yet?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know. Maybe. I suppose? I don’t really want to work for the Ministry. I want to do something more… more impactful. Something inspiring. Maybe teaching.”

“Teaching,” Sebastian smirked. “I always thought you’d get into something like that. It’s fitting for you.”

“Is that a good or a bad thing?” You asked, scratching your head.

He smiled again. “Good thing. I just mean you’re great with people.”

“Oh,” you replied softly. “Thank you.”

Your friendly conversation with Sebastian was interrupted by Anne sighing and mumbling in frustration from the kitchen.

“What’s wrong, Anne?” Asked Sebastian.

“I’ll be making beef stew for dinner tonight. I was just making sure that we had all the ingredients, but it turns out we don’t have the beef stock. I can’t make the stew without it,” she grumbled.

Sebastian stood up with a shrug. “Not to worry, I can take the floo over to Hogsmeade and pick some up. Gives you both time to catch up.”

“No, it’s fine. I can go get it for you as a thank you for cooking for us,” you offered.

Sebastian put a hand out to stop you. “No, you sit and relax. It won’t take me long at all. Besides, I’d like to stop at The Magic Neep anyway.”

“Lovely. Thank you, Sebastian,” Anne replied.

He grabbed his floo pouch and headed towards the front door. He turned back to you both with a smirk.

“Don’t have too much fun without me.” He winked, and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

***

15 minutes had passed full of you and Anne gossiping about your summers. Granted Anne had much more to say. Feldcroft always felt so quiet when you were there, but as it turned out it had a lot of drama.

Just as you were getting ready to begin reminiscing about previous years at Hogwarts, you went silent when you saw Anne pull out a fresh can of beef stock.

“Isn’t that—“

“Yes, it is,” Anne interrupted. “I knew we had it the whole time. I just wanted an excuse to get Sebastian out of the house.”

You blinked. “Oh.”

“I just wanted some girl time,” she smiled. “I’ll just hide it so he doesn’t find it and think he wasted his time.”

Anne brought the can over to the China cabinet and hid it in a tall teapot, and you laughed.

“What? He isn’t going to think to look in there,” she chuckled.

She came and sat beside you in the lounge. You froze as you noticed her looking at you quite intensely, like she was hesitating to say something rather direct.

“Is- is everything alright?” You asked a bit nervously.

Anne scratched her chin and sighed. “Alright, I’ll admit it. I didn’t want Sebastian gone just for us to have girl time. I wanted to talk to you about something.”

You nodded slowly.

“Do you like Sebastian?” She asked bluntly.

You nearly felt the air escape your lungs, and you felt the only appropriate response was to play dumb.

“Of course I do.”

“No, I mean… do you like Sebastian?”

She saw right through it. You should have known. She knows you too well.

“How did you-“

“Aha! I knew it! You know you’re really not that discreet,” she gloated.

“If you did then why did you ask me?”

“I just wanted you to admit it,” she grinned. “I’ve seen the way you look at him. You’ve looked at him that way for a long time now, but today you’ve been very obvious about it.”

You felt your cheeks burning up. “I have, haven’t I?”

The two of you sat in silence for a bit. You were unsure what to say, and Anne felt guilty for putting you on the spot after noticing how shy you looked, and didn’t feel obliged to further pressure you.

“Are- are you… alright with it?” You asked quietly.

She gave you a reassuring smile. “Of course I am, don’t worry.” She put her hand on your shoulder, and you felt relieved. “You can’t help the way you feel, that’s alright. Just don’t fawn over him to me. That would be gross.”

The two of you laugh. You thought if anyone knew the way you felt about Sebastian, you were happy it was Anne.

“How long have you liked him?”

“Since fourth year.”

“Really? That long? Why haven’t you told him?”

“Are you joking?” You chuckled in disbelief. “It would be strange. We aren’t that close, and I’m sure he barely knows anything about me.”

“Are you joking?” Anne repeated. “You met Sebastian the same time you met me. Ominis might be his best friend, but we’ve all spent an incredible amount of time together. I guarantee you know a lot more about each other than you think you do. You are by no means strangers.”

You nodded. She was right. You’ve just always been too insecure to speak up.

“He asks about you, you know. Quite often, actually,” she admitted.

“Really?”

“Mhm. I have lots of friends at Hogwarts but he doesn’t ask about them nearly as much as you.”

The butterflies in your stomach were so intense you thought you’d cough one up.

“I just-“ You twiddled your thumbs as you found the words to say. “I really admire the way he protects you, or protects anyone he loves. He’s not afraid to put himself in danger for anyone. He’s really ambitious, to a fault, really. But he’s so smart he’ll have no trouble achieving anything he wants to achieve. He’s so kind, and he genuinely has interest in what anyone has to say. But he’s also stubborn which can be really annoying. No one’s perfect, though.”

Anne smiled. “That sure does sound like him. I’m glad you see him that way, although I think he’s an utter knob.”

The both of you laughed. She was right, Sebastian can be an utter knob.

Just then, the door opened. Sebastian had returned with the beef stock in hand. You stopped laughing rather quickly, your shyness coming back round in an instant. Anne, however, remained completely natural, like your conversation hadn’t happened.

“Thank you very much, Seb,” Anne said, standing up to retrieve the can from Sebastian, which unbeknownst to him was not needed.

“What are you two giggling about?” He asked.

“Oh, nothing,” Anne lied. “Nothing a silly boy would understand.”

***

Dinner went by smoothly. The three of you laughed and reminisced together about times spent in the Undercroft as children. Anne was right, Sebastian did know a lot about you. He asked you about hobbies you used to be interested in, things you didn’t even remember being interested in.

“Do you still take up knitting these days?”

“Knitting? When was the last time you talked about knitting?” Anne asked with a laugh.

Not since third year, and you had only mentioned trying it out once. You were pretty astounded he managed to remember that, or even care. How much attention has he actually paid you? How were you not aware of that?

You also noticed that since he returned from Hogsmeade, he seemed to… look at you a lot more. In fact, he seemed to hardly be able to take his eyes off you. Did he know something?

That night, you found yourself tossing and turning when you tried to sleep. You considered that maybe it was because you were sleeping on the floor (and Anne had graciously offered that you sleep on her bed, which you refused since she went through the effort to make your meal) but you knew you were lying to yourself. You felt anxious, and you had regretted being so open to Anne about your feelings to Sebastian. What if she spilled the beans to Sebastian? What if he started avoiding you if he knew how you felt? You trusted Anne, you knew she would never tell other people your secrets, but you always tended to dwell on the worst possible scenario.

An hour later, you finally began to feel groggy, and the pit in your stomach started to fade away. You turned on your side and closed your eyes, grateful that Anne could somehow manage to make even sleeping on the floor so comfortable.

You felt yourself drifting off to sleep, your breathing getting slower and your thoughts becoming a jumbled mess as you were losing consciousness. However, you were suddenly pulled out of that sleepy state when you felt the blankets next to you shift. You ignored it at once, brushing it off as a hypnagogic hallucination.

No. The blankets were definitely being lifted, and you could feel someone else’s body warmth next to you. You slowly turned your head back, and your eyes were struggling to adjust in the darkness, but you could still make out the silhouette.

It was Sebastian.

Your mind began to race, and your thoughts started to scream at you. Is he sleepwalking? He has to be sleepwalking. Anne never mentioned Sebastian having a sleepwalking problem… maybe she didn’t know?

Sebastian didn’t seem to notice you had turned your head, so you slowly turned your head back and rested it back on your pillow, telling yourself that if he is sleepwalking you won’t bother to wake him up since it could be dangerous.

You almost passed away when you felt his fingers gently brush over your hair and pull it behind your ear. He must have felt your breath hitch, because you heard him gently whisper-

“Turn around.”

Obviously, you complied. Something in you told you that you’d regret it for the rest of your life if you didn’t. You turned to face him, and your eyes had adjusted to the darkness better. Seeing his face this close had your mind whirling — he was so beautiful.

He brought his hand up to your lips and brushed his thumb across your bottom one, and you exhaled out of your mouth as he did so. His actions were so soft, but so seductive at the same time.

“What are you-“ You began to ask, but you were interrupted with Sebastian planting his lips on yours.

You wanted to moan, but you remembered Anne was just sleeping feet away from you both in her bed. The cottage had no doors, only curtains separating the space, so you had to stay as quiet as possible.

You’d only ever kissed one other boy before — Isaac Cooper. It was during a weekend in the library, and you were doing some extra research for an essay. You always preferred weekend studying because it was a lot more likely the library would be empty with most students enjoying their time outside the grounds. It wasn’t empty that time, however.

Isaac is a Quidditch player, a very popular one at that. He’s developed a massive ego from the constant praise and ogles from desperate girls, causing him to believe he can have anyone he wants.

You found yourself alone in the library with him, as he had been ordered to use his time on the weekends studying since all his focus on quidditch was causing his marks to drop.

He approached you with his typical cocky and obnoxious demeanor, and you made it very clear to him you were not interested, no matter how many shallow and demeaning compliments about your appearance he threw your way. Isaac thought he could change your mind, so he grabbed you and pulled you in for the sloppiest, most disgusting kiss known to man. His tongue flapped and licked all over your face like he didn’t know where your mouth was.

You shoved him off and he retreated rather quickly after you gave him a big, humbling slap to the face — not before calling you some unfriendly words first.

With that said, despite you not having much experience prior to this, you knew Sebastian was doing it right. It was like he had practiced kissing his entire life, or maybe he was simply born with the skill. You didn’t want to think about how many girls he’d possibly kissed before you.

His kiss was soft and tender, then it would evolve to be more passionate and desperate, then back to soft and tender. He was strategic with the use of his tongue, he didn’t use it too much or too little. It was just right.

“Seb…” you breathed as he pulled away from your mouth and pressed hungry kisses to your cheek, jaw, and neck.

He lifted himself off you, bringing a finger to his lips to silence you. You complied. After a few more kisses and sucks of your soft flesh that were sure to leave marks, he removed his mouth and you almost whimpered at the sudden loss of contact. Sebastian placed his hand on your shoulder and began to push. Not aggressively, but gently, as if he was guiding you. You turned your back to him once again.

Assuming that he wanted to spoon you, you scooted back, pressing your body up against his. Your eyes widened as you made contact with the unmistakable hardness in his pajama trousers. That’s when you felt his hand disappear under the blanket covering the two of you, and his fingers pinched on the bottom of your nightgown and began pulling it up.

You subconsciously reached down as well to attempt to grab the gown to prevent him from pulling it up any higher, but you stopped yourself. You wanted this, you’ve wanted this for years. No, you craved it.

Sebastian groaned quietly when he noticed you weren’t wearing any undergarments. You never wore them to sleep as you’ve always slept better that way. You gasped when his big hand grasped and squeezed your arse cheek. His hand slid lower and lower down to your kneecap. His fingers dipped in between your knees, lifting your top leg up and over him, resting it over top of his legs.

He began kissing the nape of your neck again and you shivered. His fingers rubbed up and down on your thigh before he slowly reached over you, his hand inching down closer and closer to your slick core.

He bent his other arm which was resting across the pillows, and brought a finger to your chin to turn your head to face him, where he began to kiss your lips again. Your eyes slammed shut and your mouth opened wide in the middle of the kiss when his finger pressed against your clit.

You bit down on your lip hard as Sebastian began to rub your clit gently. His slow circles along with his soft, wet lips pressing sweet kisses on your jaw felt heavenly. The pleasure was nearly making you forget Anne was sleeping just to the right of you both, so you had almost slipped up and made noise more than once.

“How’s that feel, baby?” He whispered, his breath hitting your ear sending goosebumps through your body.

Baby. That nickname alone nearly brought you to an orgasm and he’d only just started touching you.

“S-so good, fuck,” you choked.

You began rocking your hips as he rubbed faster, pressing your lower half back into his groin, a relieved sigh emitting from his lips.

“I want you to come, darling,” Sebastian purred. “Come for me.”

After those words left his mouth, his middle finger dipped into your slit, dragging across to collect all your juices before continuing to rub circles on your swollen nub.

“So fucking pretty, my baby.”

That was all it took, only the praise to send you over the edge. Sebastian softly chuckled in satisfaction in the nape of your neck as your legs began to shake. Your mouth opened and Sebastian’s hand quickly clasped over it to keep you quiet as you ran out your orgasm, his finger still rubbing your clit delicately as your pussy throbbed.

“Well done,” cooed Sebastian as he licked your mess clean off his finger, just like he did with the pie. It was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen.

Once you had recuperated, you thought it was over, but Sebastian’s boner was so evident you thought it unfair for these activities to end without him getting his share of pleasure as well. You were quite relieved when you felt Sebastian starting to shimmy his trousers down behind you.

You tried to lift your leg off him so it would be easier for him to do so, but he grabbed it to stop you.

“No, keep it there. It’ll be easier to fill you like this.”

Your heat began to burn once again at his dirty words, and they sounded even better in that sultry whisper.

“Don’t you want me to touch you?” You asked, a bit embarrassed at the slight desperation in your tone.

“Baby, I’m so hard I don’t need you to, I just want to be inside you,” he replied, gently moving some hair out of your face. “Remember to be quiet, alright?”

You nodded, and he gave you a sweet peck on the lips.

Sebastian rubbed his tip along your slit, lubricating it in your juices, and you clenched your fist against your pillow. He gave you chills as he placed a hand on your waist while he gently pushed into you.

You winced in pain as he filled you, your pussy still being too tight for him. He stopped quickly once he noticed your reaction.

“Are you alright, baby?” He asked calmly, running a hand through your hair. “Would you like to stop?”

“N-no, just keep going,” you said. “Let me get used to you.”

Sebastian continued to push his cock inside you, inching in as slow as possible to let you spread for him with little to no pain. You shivered once he was all the way inside you and his balls pressed against your ass.

He asked you if you were alright one more time to check on you, you nodded, and he began to gently rock his hips into you. With the position you were in he was able to hit you at an angle, perfectly rubbing against your G-spot. You felt tingles in your stomach with every thrust and you were seeing stars.

“Fuck….” he purred into your ear. Sebastian leaned in even closer to you, dragging his lip sensually along your along as he fucked you.

His arm snaked underneath yours, reaching around you to cup and massage your tit as he began to thrust into you even faster. He tried to avoid going all the way in as the sound of your skin slapping together could be enough to wake Anne, who was still sound asleep in her bed, none the wiser.

You admired his hand as it squeezed your breast– the way it flexed, how manly and veiny and how big it was. He could fit your entire breast in his hand.

“Merlin, I've fantasized about your pussy, feels even better than I imagined,” he whispered.

Your heart fluttered at his words. He has fantasized about you… you wondered if he'd done it as often as you have about him. He has no idea how many times you've gone to your dorm after spending time with him in the Undercroft, making sure the bedroom was empty before crawling into bed and petting your clit, filling yourself up with your fingers wishing it was his cock instead.

Now here you are, with his cock inside of you, and you realized just how useless your fingers had always been. They've never given you the satisfaction you needed, but Sebastian’s dick stimulated you in all the right ways that it didn't take long for you to approach your peak again.

“Sebastian, I'm gonna-”

“Me too, you feel so good I'm not going to last much longer,” he breathlessly replied.

He lowered himself down and pressed his soft lips against your nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak and sucking softly. That was it for you.

Your second orgasm approached rapidly, and it was so strong your brain went fuzzy. You clenched your legs around his waist and dug your nails into his back as your vision began to blur at the overwhelming pleasure.

“I-I love you,” you blurted unintentionally as you were fully lost in your release.

You bit down on your lip forcefully and held your breath, internally screaming at yourself not to make noise as the pleasure spread throughout your entire body.

As for Sebastian, your sudden admission was enough to bring him over the edge as well, along with your walls pulsing around his shaft. He could hardly hold his weight and practically collapsed on top of you as his cock spilled.

You let out a quivering sigh as you felt his warm load spray inside you while his length twitched between your legs.

The two of you lay there panting softly, chest to chest with Sebastian's head resting in the crook of your neck. 

Creak.

You both shot up at the speed of light, whipping your heads toward Anne, who was turning into her opposite side, still completely oblivious to the act you two had just committed practically right beside her. 

You both quietly chuckled and Sebastian returned to his position nuzzling your shoulder.

“I can't believe she slept through that, thank Merlin,” you whispered. “She'd probably kill us both, or die of horror. You should probably get back into your bed, Seb…. Seb?”

Somehow, in that brief moment, Sebastian managed to fall asleep. You considered waking him up, but he looked so peaceful, and you loved having him touch you like this. You let him sleep, and you used your free arm to stroke the back of his head. You couldn't fight the smile that spread across your face as you listened to his soft breathing as he slept.

You decided you'd just wake him up early so he could move back before Anne woke up. But that didn't happen.

“Ahem….”

The two of you were woken up the next morning to Anne standing above you both, her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.

“Good morning,” she stated.

“Shit,” Sebastian grumbled.

“I don't know what happened in the middle of the night that led to this, and I don't think I want to know. Anyhow, I'm getting ready to make breakfast. How do you like your eggs?” She asked you.

“Erm, s-scrambled,” you answered shyly.

“Scrambled,” Anne chuckled, before muttering so softly you could barely hear her. “Something certainly was.”

She walked off towards the kitchen, and Sebastian ran a hand across his sleepy face and let out a small laugh. “She'll get over it. At least she didn't hear anything.”

“Right. But, um-” you hesitated, and Sebastian looked at you expectantly. “Why did you- I mean how did you know- what if I didn't want that?”

“Well, you did, we fucked.” You rolled your eyes as you elbowed him, and he laughed again. “I'm just teasing you, I didn't know. Well, I knew you had feelings for me. I heard you talking to Anne. I was listening at the door before I came in, when you were saying all those nice things about how I'm smart and protective and such.”

“Oh.” Your face began to burn with embarrassment, but it faded once he placed a finger over your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. 

“It was really nice, thank you. I've felt the same way about you for ages, if that wasn't obvious by now. And I didn't know you'd want that by the way… I just knew if I didn't make a move last night I'd be too shy to later. But after we kissed, I just- I couldn't resist you.”

You smiled, and he gave you a soft peck on the lips.

“I'll help Anne set the table for breakfast,” you said as you began to get up.

“-by the way.”

You couldn't hear what he had said between Anne making noise in the kitchen and the ruffling of blankets as you rose. “What?”

For the last week, you found yourself lying awake at night wondering when Garreth would change his mind. You had been together for 8 months, and although one might argue that isn't much time, it felt like an eternity for you.

Your relationship with Garreth was the first that you felt was truly serious, and your feelings certainly reflected that. You had fallen in love -- or at least you thought you did. Whether or not you did, though, it didn't matter. You were still heartbroken.

But you were done with the tears. Especially because you knew Garreth hadn't shed any. He was the one who called it off, after all, and for no good reason. But you felt it coming for a while. He was becoming distant. You would ask if everything was alright, and he'd tell you it was, but you knew better.

Not a day has passed since he ended it that you've sat wondering what you did wrong, or what's wrong with you that suddenly made him disinterested. You didn't want that to happen, because no girl should diminish her self-worth over what a stupid boy thinks.

After all these negative thoughts, you wanted to get revenge on Garreth. How dare he make you feel this way about yourself? You didn't want to hurt him physically, of course, but he had hurt you mentally. Why not return the favor, or get a rise out of him at the very least?

There was only one thing you could think of doing to get back at him.

Make him jealous.

That's where Sebastian comes in. You've known Sebastian for years and considered him one of your best friends. He'd do anything for you. Sebastian's known around the castle for being extremely handsome, and you knew Garreth was threatened by him, but he'd never admit it.

Whenever Sebastian won in Crossed Wands, or made a good beater play in Quidditch, Garreth was always the first to scoff and ask 'So what?' while everyone else applauded and congratulated him. There was no competition, but clearly, Garreth took all of Sebastian's triumphs as personal attacks.

It was no surprise that Sebastian turned up mere minutes after you sent an owl telling him to meet you in the Undercroft.

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" He asked with concern etched across his face.

"I'm fine, well, I will be," you replied, sitting on the floor against one of the pillars. "I need to ask you for a favor."

"Of course, anything," he said, sitting across from you on the floor.

"I want you to help me make Garreth jealous." Sebastian laughed and you frowned. "I'm serious."

"Why do you want to do that?"

"Because I'm mad and hate him," you replied, crossing your arms.

"You don't hate him, you're just hurting right now, which is understandable."

"Sebastian I've been hating myself for days now because of him. It's unfair that I have to feel like this while he's not bothered at all."

Sebastian sighed and frowned.

"I know. I'm sorry. But are you sure you want to do this? What's the point? I think this will help you realize you're better off without him. You should work on moving on instead of getting revenge."

You knew Sebastian meant well, but you were getting frustrated at him being difficult for once. He normally didn't question you on things you wanted, and you didn't know why this time was different. You and him were both very stubborn and couldn't be swayed once you had your mind set on things, and this was one of those things.

"Sebastian, please..."

You blinked quickly at him, trying to give him puppy dog eyes. He watched you for a moment, and you grinned when you finally heard him sigh.

"Alright, if this will make you happy, I'll do it."

"Thank you, Seb."

You knew he would be easy to crack since you've spent a lot of time crying to him recently. He knew how upset you've been and he hated seeing you that way, so he was willing to do anything to make you feel better.

"How are you planning to do this?" He asked.

"There's a Slytherin-Gryffindor party on Saturday after the Quidditch game, regardless of who wins."

"Oh, right, forgot about that."

"I assume Garreth will be there since he never misses a party. Let's just go together and look like we're flirting with each other in front of him."

Sebastian nodded. "Alright. Sounds simple enough."

***

It was Saturday and the match just ended. As usual, Slytherin won. You threw Sebastian a thumbs-up as you skipped over to him. He returned an exhausted smile as he panted, sweat dripping from his hair. He always looked so handsome that way.

"I need a shower," he said once you reached him.

"That's fine, I can wait for you. He would definitely notice us turning up at the same time, anyway."

You waited outside the showers, watching the hippogriffs flying far off in the sky, lost in thought until Sebastian tapped you on the shoulder, all dressed up and ready to go.

He looked really good. He was wearing an all-black outfit. A black button-up shirt, black dress pants, and black dress shoes. The wet hair enhanced the look as well. He looked classy.

"That's a good outfit," You say, eyeing him up and down.

"Thank you. Is it too formal? I don't want to be overdressed," he chuckled shyly.

"Not at all. It's a party, dress however you like."

"Good. I figured if I'm all dressed up it could irritate Garreth even more, assuming he's just going without his robe."

You smirked. "Well, I appreciate you going all out for me, considering you were unsure about all this."

"If I'm helping you then I want to do it to the best of my ability."

You squeezed his arm lovingly as we went down to the dungeons where the party was being held.

Once you arrived and entered the common room, almost instantly you made eye contact with Garreth, and his smile faded as soon as he noticed you standing next to Sebastian. He quickly turned to talk to his friends and pretended he was unbothered.

"Looks like it's working already," You said to Sebastian.

"Good. I'll go get us some drinks. Go find a spot near him."

You nodded and you split up. You slowly made your way towards him, acting aloof as if you weren't putting much thought into where you were wandering. You sat a few feet away from him on the sofa, and he was standing near the fireplace with his friends.

You tried to watch him from the corner of your eye to be discreet. You could see that he noticed you, which was good. You wanted to be in his direct line of sight. Thankfully he didn't move, which you worried that he would.

Sebastian returned with 2 glasses of fire whiskey moments later.

"I'm glad you found somewhere comfortable," he said, sitting beside you on the sofa.

You laughed, loud enough to get Garreth's attention. Sebastian gave you a strange look and began to laugh himself, since what he said wasn't funny at all.

"What are you doing?"

"Putting on the act, of course," You mumbled, squeezing his arm with a bright smile.

You kept your gaze on Sebastian, trying not to be too obvious. Sebastian took a few glances at Garreth, however.

"He looks annoyed," he said.

"That's great."

You grabbed the fire whiskey and took a couple large sips, wanting to get a buzz on so this would be even easier. Sebastian followed suit, taking some sips of his own drink. He winced as the alcohol burned his throat on the way down.

The night went on and you and Sebastian remained planted on the sofa, and Garreth by the fireplace. He kept glaring in your direction every time you laughed or spoke a bit too loud. He was clearly distracted in his conversation.

You both had finished your fire whiskey and you weren't drunk, but you were definitely buzzed at this point. You took some more daring approaches as the buzz grew, such as touching Sebastian's chin and ruffling his hair.

It seemed Sebastian was getting more daring, too, as he placed a hand on your thigh. Your heart skipped a beat for a second, but you quickly brushed it off and took a quick glance over at Garreth, making it look like you just happened to spot him by accident. His face was nearly as red as his hair.

"Alright, Sebastian, he looks mad enough. I think we're go-"

You were cut off by Sebastian planting his lips on yours.

What the fuck?

You lightly pushed him off and stared at him in shock. But all of a sudden, your mind was fuzzy. You nearly forgot why you were at the party with Sebastian in the first place. You didn't even care about wanting to make Garreth jealous anymore.

"Oh, I'm so sorry... I don't know what came ov-"

You pulled him in for more, and he instantly melted into you. As soon as Sebastian kissed you the first time, that's all you wanted. His lips on yours. Your intentions were completely derailed, but you didn't care. This was amazing.

After a minute, you pulled away from Sebastian once again. When you looked over to the fireplace, Garreth was gone. He must've stormed off after the kiss.

You looked back at Sebastian, who stared at you with the same look of shock as you'd given him before. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, you grabbed his wrist and led him all the way to the Undercroft in silence.

"Look, I already told you, I'm really sorry," he pleaded as soon as the door shut behind you.

"Are you drunk?" You asked him.

"No. I'm buzzed, but I'm sober. Are you drunk?"

"No."

There was a moment of silence.

"Why did you kiss me?" You asked suddenly.

"I don't know... I was trying to say I didn't know what came over me," he began to pace back and forth.

"I mean -- you didn't need to. He was already fuming just from us touching each other."

"Why are you interrogating me? You kissed me the second time."

You froze. He was right. You didn't even know if Garreth left after the first or second kiss.

"I-- I don't-"

"I kissed you because I wanted to," he mumbled.

"You what?"

"I wanted to."

He stopped pacing and turned to face you, taking a deep breath.

"I'm not drunk by any means, but maybe the alcohol made me a bit more brave. I wanted to kiss you. I've wanted to kiss you for years. Why do you think I always agree to do things for you, do things with you? Because I want every excuse to spend time with you. I was destroyed when you got with Garreth, and I was even more destroyed when I saw how heartbroken he made you. Each time you came and cried to me about how awful you felt, all I wanted to do was hold you, but I couldn't. I couldn't tell you how I felt while you were going through that. You told me how you must be ugly for him to lose interest so suddenly, or how you're not important enough. Truly, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and you are worth the world. I wanted to fucking kill Garreth when I saw how devastated you were. He made a mistake hurting you. I kissed you because I wanted to. Because I needed to. Because I love you."

In an instant, your world changed. You remembered so many things at once. It explained why you wanted to kiss him back. You remembered the feeling in your stomach every time you would see him. You remembered the feeling in your stomach every time he would leave. You remembered the feeling in your stomach when you'd get into an argument and were unsure if he would ever forgive you.

You especially remembered the feeling in your stomach when he got a little too friendly with Nellie Oggspire. You realized that was the reason you even got with Garreth in the first place. You were trying to avoid your feelings for Sebastian. That day you made your first move on Garreth when you had no interest in him before that.

No one else made you feel the way Sebastian did... and for some reason, you tried repressing those feelings. Maybe out of fear that you would lose him? He was the only person who could truly make you laugh, and he was the only person who was willing to listen to everything you were going through.

"Can- can you say something?" Sebastian asked quietly.

"I- I love you, too."

"You do?"

You nodded. "I do. I love you, Sebastian. I always have."

In seconds, Sebastian closed the distance between you both, crashing his lips onto you once again. You instantly felt weak in the knees and you grabbed onto the fabric of his shirt to keep yourself from falling over.

You were already attracted to him, but the taste of the fire whiskey on his lips made him even more intoxicating, and you wanted to taste it even more. He seemed to have read your mind as he slipped his tongue into your mouth at the slightest part of your lips.

You moaned into his mouth and he leaned down a bit, placing his hands on the back of your knees. You knew what he wanted you to do and you obliged, jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist. He held onto you and brought you over to a desk you both used to study in the Undercroft.

He propped you up so you were sitting on the desk and he stood between your legs as he began to unbutton your blouse.

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

The unmistakable throbbing in your core confirmed that you wanted nothing else but this. You nodded.

He continued to unbutton your blouse and gently placed it on the desk beside you once it was removed. He looked at your half-naked torso with a lick of his lips and softly traced his fingers down your arms, giving you goosebumps.

You turned around to give him access to the buttons on your corset, breathing a sigh of relief once it was fully unbuttoned. He slowly removed the corset as well, leaving your upper body fully exposed to him.

"Fucking beautiful, look at you," he growled.

You blushed at his praise.

Sebastian stepped closer to you, leaning down and taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You gasped and arched your back towards him, gripping his hair in your fists. He sucked and licked on your nipple until it was hard before moving on to the next one.

He hadn't even been inside you yet and you couldn't deny that he was pleasuring you much better than Garreth ever had. You were absolutely desperate for him at this point. You spread your legs even further to let him know you were ready.

Sebastian got the memo, as he took his mouth off your breast and began to pull down your skirt. You wiggled your hips so it was easier for him to slide it off.

He stepped forward again to kiss you some more as he pressed his fingers against your clit, still covered by your underwear, but the pressure was enough to cause you to yelp and shake. The sound made him grin against your lips.

"Sensitive..." he whispered.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to keep yourself upright as he began to rub circles on your clit, relishing in the feeling of the soaking wet fabric, knowing just how ready you were for him.

"How does that feel, honey? Does that feel good?" He asked, with his tone so deep his voice alone could've made you finish. You nodded, unable to form words as you threw your head back in pleasure.

"I'm glad. I want to taste you now, is that alright?"

You whimpered at the thought of his tongue on your pussy, and you craved it. "Yes, please, Seb..."

He smiled at you and began to pull down your underwear, and your clit pulsed in anticipation.

Your underwear joined the rest of your clothes in their spot on the desk, and Sebastian gently pushed your legs further apart, getting a good look at your sweet spot.

"I'm going to make you feel really good. I'll make you forget about Weasley," he said, running his hand down your thigh.

You almost went unconscious at how hot the sight of him getting on his knees in front of you was.

You fell back against the desk as soon as you felt Sebastian's tongue run across your slit. "Oh, fuck," you squeaked.

He chuckled deeply before flicking it once against your clit, and your legs flexed in response. He wrapped his arms around your thighs before going in, rapidly flicking his tongue against your nub, not worrying about how much he began to salivate.

You cried out his name and tugged on his hair, trying to pry him off due to how deep his tongue was pressed onto your clit and how sensitive it already was, but he wouldn't budge. In fact, he went in even more.

It felt so fucking good you practically couldn't breathe, and you couldn't sit up for longer than 5 seconds before falling back onto the desk again.

Sebastian shook his head back and forth like a madman, wanting to taste you like he hadn't eaten in days. You wanted to watch him as he ate you out, but your head was spinning in pure ecstasy. He knew just where to put his tongue, and Garreth was never good at eating you out. Sebastian knew exactly what he was doing.

You felt your orgasm coming already since your clit was so sensitive and needy. Sebastian knew it was coming as you closed your legs around his head, and he dug his fingers deeper into the skin of your thighs. It was over when he closed his lips around your nub and gently pulled on it. Instantly your pussy began to pulsate and you felt your juices spilling out onto the desk.

"Fuck me, Sebastian!" You cried.

Sebastian licked up every last drop of your juices, even tracing his finger on whatever dripped on the desk and sucking that off, too. Seeing his chin shine in the light from your cum was the hottest thing you'd ever seen.

You spotted the raging boner in his trousers once he stood up and it made your mouth water. He wanted you so badly, and you him. You cupped his bulge and looked up at him, licking your lips.

"Please," you whine.

Sebastian shook his head.

"No, honey," he said softly, placing a finger to your chin. "This night is all about you. I want to please you tonight."

Fuck. He's perfect.

You bit your lip at him as you nodded in compliance, and that subtle act seemed to send him into a frenzy. He dove forward, biting and sucking at your neck as he ground against you. You reached up and began to unbutton his shirt but you only got the top few unbuttoned when he stopped you.

"No. That takes too long," he growled.

You froze for a moment until he started fumbling with his belt, and you realized he was just so desperate to be inside you that he didn't want to waste time undressing, and it had you throbbing all over again.

He removed his belt and unclasped the button of his trousers, pulling them down just enough along with his underwear for him to be exposed to you. You dripped at the sight of his beautiful cock, fully erect and stunningly girthy. He was going to stretch you out perfectly.

The tip of his penis was dark and shiny. You wanted to lick and suck on it like candy, but he didn't care about the foreplay on him. He just wanted to fuck you senseless, but you knew you'd have plenty of time to suck him off in the future. At this point you wanted him to do anything he wanted to you.

He gave his shaft a few more pumps as he stepped closer to you. Just by looking you could tell he likely wouldn't last long, as he was visibly pulsing and pre-cum was already dripping from the hole.

You hissed as he teased your slit by rubbing himself on it, and he leaned in to give you a soft, tender kiss.

"I love you," he whispered.

Before you even had time to reply, your words were cut off with a long groan as he pushed himself into you. Your vision went blurry as his thick cock stretched you out in all the best ways. You grabbed onto his sleeves so tightly you nearly ripped them.

Sebastian began his slow thrusts in and out of you, and he pressed his forehead against yours, wanting to look into your eyes as he entered you as deeply as he could.

His thrusts were slow but aggressive, and you could feel his balls slapping against your skin every time he pushed in. You were somewhat glad he kept his shirt on, as this shirt made him look very broad and manly, and you loved to see him in it as he fucked you.

"You're so warm, you feel so good," he moaned.

He leaned down, pressing his head into your neck and you leaned further back against the desk. His thrusts began to speed up and you clenched your legs around his waist, wanting to feel him as much as you could.

Sebastian wrapped one arm around your back to stabilize you and planted a few more kisses to the crook of your neck. You shivered as he pressed his tongue against your flesh.

He groaned at how tightly your walls pressed around his length from you clenching around his waist. The wetness and warmth sent him over the edge and he knew he wouldn't be able to manage for much longer.

"I'm getting close, my love," he panted.

"Fuck me, Seb. Fill me up," you replied.

He became ravenous at those words, beginning to pound into you so quickly you could've gone numb from the waist down. You cried out as he fucked you senselessly, and he pressed his lips onto your nipple once again.

He licked circles around your nipple, and your body jerked upward as he gently pressed his teeth onto it. He moaned when you made a soft, animalistic grunt in response. Once he pulled away and caught sight of the way your tits bounced from him pounding into you, it was enough for him.

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna- fuck!"

You gasped and shook as you felt him throb inside of you, spilling everything he could into your pussy. The twitching of his cock along with the warmth filling your hole was enough to send you as well, and you wailed as your walls began to clench around him.

You fell back against the desk and he leaned over you. The two of you sat still for a moment, him still inside you, and you both panted until you came back to your senses. He gave you another loving kiss before pulling himself out.

"Oh Merlin," he chuckled. "I think I'll need another shower."

"I might need one, too," you replied.

He began to straighten himself out, rebuttoning the top of his shirt and pulling his trousers back up. Concern spread across his face when he noticed your serious expression.

"You alright?" He asked.

"I'm fine. But, am I awful for doing this so quickly?"

Sebastian sighed and came back over to you, cupping your face in his hands.

"You're not. You did nothing wrong, my love. He led you on for months before breaking up with you. He missed out. It's my turn to give you the love that you deserve. You hear me?"

You smiled and nodded at him, and he gave you another peck on the lips.

"I just hope he doesn't give me a hard time," you mumbled.

You sigh as you struggle to focus on your book amidst the chatter of your peers around you. Out of anywhere you could've chosen to read, you chose the fountain in the literal epicenter of the castle. Central Hall seemed to be absolutely packed at any point of the day before curfew. It doesn't help that the content you're trying to read is already a bit confusing for you.

To your left, there is a group of friends cheering for a 2nd-year Gryffindor as he walks up the wall. Any moment now, you think to yourself. Just then, as if he'd read your mind, he falls to the floor with a shriek. Thankfully for him, one of his friends cast a charm so he wouldn't hit the hard floor below him.

They all began to laugh really loudly, and that was your last straw. Just as you were about to turn to them and scold them for picking such a crowded area to do something so dangerous, your friend Sebastian Sallow approaches you and sits beside you on the fountain with a smile. You give him a sigh that means "oh, hello."

"What are you reading?" he asks, his head pointing toward your book.

"It's an art book," you reply, closing it and placing it in your lap. "Although I can't get much reading done with all this noise."

Sebastian chuckles. "You're surprised you can't pay attention to your book in Central Hall?" You roll your eyes.

"Also, I didn't know you were into art."

"Yes," you say with a hint of shyness. "I paint, actually."

Sebastian's eyes light up. "You paint? I can't believe you've never told me this before!"

He was right. It was a rather ridiculous notion that you kept something like that from him. You actually kept that from a lot of people. Not because painting is such an embarrassing hobby, but because you're still learning, and you haven't felt ready to show your work to people yet. You've always had a tendency to be hard on yourself.

"Here and there I do; I don't really take it that seriously." That was a lie. Of course you see yourself having a career within the wizarding world, but you would also like to have a career as an artist in the muggle world, perhaps under an alias.

"Even so, I bet you're really good at it. You're good at everything." Sebastian says with a smile.

You scoff. "You're only saying that to be nice."

"No, I mean it! You're the smartest person I know, besides me, of course," he smirks.

You scoff and nudge his arm playfully, and you stand up. "On that note, I'm going to go to my room and read where it's peaceful."

Sebastian quickly stands up as well. "Your room? Your room of requirement? Is that where you paint?" You sigh, and Sebastian acts like a kid in a candy store. "I bet it is! I want to see them."

"You want to see my paintings?" you ask.

"Of course! You can't tell me that you paint and not expect me to want to see them."

You swallow, and you feel your nerves building up. You've never shown anyone outside your family your paintings.

"You're not going to let this go until I show you, will you?" you ask, already knowing his answer. Sebastian shakes his head, and you sigh. "Fine. But don't laugh at me. They aren't great."

"That's subjective. Besides, even if I were to not think they're great, I want to support you regardless. That's what friends are for, anyway." He says softly.

You smile, feeling touched by his words, and it makes you feel more relaxed.

***

You open the door to your room of requirement and Sebastian looks around in amazement. The room is quite large, and you've made yourself a nice, personal space. You've got a large bed, a large desk for your assignments, massive bookshelves filled with books, potting tables, and of course, your painting area with everything you'd need.

"Wow, if this were my room of requirement, I'd never leave," he says, taking a seat on the sofa by the fireplace.

"What's in your room of requirement?" you ask.

"I don't have one. I just spend all my alone time in the Undercroft."

You laugh, not understanding how he could choose a room like that over a room where he could have absolutely anything he wanted. Sebastian turns around on the sofa and looks toward your painting station, his smile dropping when he sees that the only visible canvas is blank.

"I thought you had paintings in here," he said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"I do," you say as you walk towards the bed. You open up the chest at the foot of the bed. "They're in here."

Sebastian quickly gets up and walks over to you, peering inside the chest to see three canvases facing down.

"May I?" he asks, looking up at you as he leans down to grab them.

You nod and take a deep breath as he pulls the canvases out of the chest and looks through them.

One is of the Scottish coast, with beautiful cliffs overlooking the sea. The second is a view of the night sky from what appears to be the observation deck in the astronomy tower. The third is your cat lying on your windowsill, looking at sheep passing by in the fields outside.

You chew on your lip as you watch Sebastian's face, trying to decipher from his expression whether he likes the paintings or not. It's a bit hard to tell, and he's silent. You begin to get antsy.

"Well?" you ask impatiently.

"These are-" he begins before once again going quiet as he keeps alternating between the paintings. You groan.

"Do you have to be so dramatic? Please tell me what you think!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Sebastian says, snapping out of his trance. "I'm just speechless. These are amazing! I can't believe you said they aren't great!"

You raise your eyebrows. "Really? You think so?"

"Of course! I'm not a painter, so I can't use technical terms, but you're very good at blending the gradients in the sky, and the water in this one, just look at the way you did the bubbles on the crashing waves! You're really underestimating yourself."

You can't help but smile, and you look at the floor, blushing. "Thank you, Sebastian. That means a lot."

"You should be proud, really," he says as he gently places the canvases back into the chest. "What art book were you reading, exactly? Judging by these paintings, you shouldn't have much more to learn. You're already great."

"Alright, alright, you're flattering me too much now," you laugh. "It was an anatomy book. I've had enough practice painting landscapes and animals; I don't have enough practice painting humans."

"Well, why not just try doing it instead of trying to learn from a book first?" he asked.

"That's the thing," you say, and you feel your face getting warm. "I could handle painting people with clothes on, but I've always been inspired by art from the Italian Renaissance. I'd like to recreate that style."

"Well? What's wrong with that?"

"A lot of famous paintings from that time depict nude people," you bluntly reply.

"Oh," Sebastian says, clearing his throat. "You want to do a nude painting?"

"I'd like to try and make a painting in that style, yes," you chuckle nervously. "I just would like to get a hang of human anatomy before I even attempt to recreate a Renaissance piece. But asking someone to pose for that is-"

"I'll do it."

You weren't sure if you heard him correctly. "You what?"

"I said I'll do it." He has to be joking, right? But he looks completely serious and doesn't look unsure at all.

"You'll... you'll pose nude for me?" you ask, whispering the last few words as though someone can hear.

"Why not? We're close; I trust you. And I'd be honoured to help you get some practice. Unless you'd prefer to paint a female body."

"No, no, it doesn't matter to me. But are you sure?"

"I wouldn't have mentioned it if I wasn't," he shrugs.

You stand there and sigh, still surprised by Sebastian's sudden offer. Despite his offering, you don't want to put him in an awkward situation, but it also saves you from any future awkward situations of finding someone to pose nude for you.

"If you're comfortable with it, then alright. We've got time before class, so we could do a bit now, if you'd like." You say.

"I don't mind," he says, looking around the room. "Where would you like me to be?"

"You can be on the bed so you're on a soft surface." You grab your easel and blank canvas along with a chair, and you move them both across from the bed. "And I will be here."

Sebastian nods, and you make your way back to the table to gather all of your brushes and paints to use for the canvas. You grab your mug, and with a quick cast of Aguamenti, you've got a full water mug ready for you to clean your brushes.

When you turn around and catch sight of Sebastian, you nearly drop everything in your hands when you see he's already fully naked, standing by the bed.

"Are you alright?" he asks, chuckling.

"Sorry," Your face was burning hot at this point. You clear your throat. "I just didn't expect you to get undressed so quickly."

"I didn't mean to shock you," he says, looking at the bed. "How would you like me to pose?"

"Erm," you hesitate as you try your best to keep your eyes on his and not focus on his lower region. "You can lay on your side with your hand resting on your head, one leg propped up? That way I can see... erm... everything."

Sebastian nods and climbs onto the bed, getting into the pose you asked him to. You place all your paints and brushes in front of you, trying to ignore the blood in your cheeks and your heartbeat. You've seen a man naked before, but you've known Sebastian for a long time and had never been intimate with him, so you weren't sure how to feel.

"How's this?" he asks. You look to the bed, and he's laying in the correct pose, although his leg was tilted a bit downward, so you couldn't see his privates well.

"That's alright, but if you lift your leg up a bit more, then it's perfect."

He listens. He lifts up his leg so his knee's pointed directly towards the ceiling, and you see it. Your breath stops for a few seconds.

It's quite... big. Thick, but not too thick. It's more long than thick. You quickly peel your eyes away to not make him think you're staring. You begin to paint his head, and you notice your hand is shaking. You shut your eyes and clear your throat again to try to clear your thoughts.

"Are you comfortable like that?" you ask, trying to make conversation and feel more relaxed.

"I am," he responds casually. "This room is amazing. It conjured up a much cozier bed than what we've got in all the dorms!"

"I know," you reply. "I actually don't sleep in it much, though."

"Well, you should," he says. "I reckon you'd be the most well-rested person in the castle!" He moves his arm and head a lot as he speaks, making you struggle.

"Try not to move too much," you instruct him. He nods, quietly apologising.

You begin painting his lips, and you try to focus on his face, but it's very difficult. Your eyes have a mind of their own, and they keep trailing down to his length. You swallow hard as the light from the fireplace allows you to clearly see, even from that distance, the veins along it.

Sebastian seems to be unaware of your attention as he looks around the room while you paint.

It's no secret that Sebastian is a very attractive man. You and many other girls in the castle can agree on that. However, the fact that he feels comfortable enough with his body to agree to do this for you somehow makes him much more attractive to you.

You admittedly feel a bit entranced by him in this moment. You've never felt this way for him, so it's a surprise. In fact, you're so entranced that you almost didn't notice the heat from your cheeks sinking to your lower region as well.

No. No, now is not the time for this, you think to yourself. As you feel the heat turning into a slight throb, you clench your thighs together, trying to get the feeling to go away. You somehow manage to finish his head and hair, and it looks good.

As you begin to paint his torso, that's when you notice how toned he is, and how his freckles aren't just on his face. You begin to sweat, and the throbbing you feel doesn't get any better. You feel it even more this time. You gently take your hand and place it in between your thighs, closing them around it.

You shift in your seat and Sebastian turns his attention towards you.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his eyebrow raised.

You struggle to find words, and you quickly nod your head as you chew nervously on your bottom lip.

Sebastian begins to eye you as you insist on keeping your attention on your canvas. He sees your hand between your thighs and your fingers digging into the skin of one of them. When he looks up at your face, he can see how red your cheeks are and how aggressively you're chewing your lip.

"No really, are you alright? You seem flustered-"

"I'm fine, Sebastian," you snap. Unbeknownst to you, Sebastian knows better. He can tell by the way you can't sit still. He can tell by the way you're clawing at your skin. He can tell by the red of your cheeks. You're turned on, and he knows it. He just chooses to play coy.

You begin to paint his beautifully broad shoulders. Merlin, these intrusive thoughts. Get out of here! You almost don't want to look at him again, but you have to. As you take another look at Sebastian, your eyes quickly dart down to his length once again, and that's when you notice it.

He's getting hard.

You immediately stand up and start putting everything away.

"I'm sorry, this wasn't really a good idea. I really appreciate you offering to help, though," you say, almost too quick for him to understand.

"What? What's wrong?" Sebastian asks, getting out of his pose and sitting upright.

"This just feels too wrong. I didn't want there to be tension, I thought this would just be-"

"Tension?" he asks again, looking down to notice the obvious tension as well. "Oh shit."

You put away the easel and chair and begin to nervously pace.

"Again I appreciate you doing this for me but I'll just look for another model. Just put your clothes back on and we can act like this didn't happen, alright? I'll see you in class." You try to rush out of the room when you feel Sebastian grab your wrist.

You turn around in surprise as you didn't even notice him get up from the bed and walk towards you in your frantic state. You look down at all his glory once again before meeting his gaze.

"There's nothing wrong with it if you like what you see, you know," he says, his voice lowered. Your breathing speeds up.

"I-I don't know what- what you mean," you stammer.

"I've known you for a while," he smirks. "You've never been discreet, and you certainly aren't now."

He keeps his eyes fixed on you, and you can't pull yours away.

"Tell me what's on your mind." He licks his lips and you can practically hear your heartbeat in your ears.

"Y- your body," you say so quietly it's almost a whisper.

"What about it?" he asks softly.

"It's so beautiful."

"Beautiful in an artistic way? Like you want to paint it?" he asks, his eyebrows raised. You can tell that he is trying to get more out of you.

You hesitate and lick your lips before answering. "Yes, but, not just paint it."

"What else?" he whispers, and you can't help but whimper slightly at his voice.

"I want to touch it," your eyes begin to trail down his body again. "And kiss it..."

Sebastian, still holding onto your wrist, gently brings your hand up to his chest. You shiver as you touch his skin and he slides your hand down his torso.

"You mean like this?" He asks. You nod.

"And you want to kiss it?" He asks again. You nod again.

He chuckles and he interlocks his fingers with yours. He takes his other hand and places it behind your neck, pulling you in and crashing his lips to yours. As soon as your lips touch, you feel all of your nerves go away. All you want is him.

You run your hand through his hair and moan into his mouth. He smiles against your lips and waits for you to open your mouth just a little before he adds his tongue.

You pull away from the kiss with a gentle bite of his lower lip. He looks at you with nothing but lust in his eyes. Then you lean in and kiss his jawline, down to his neck.

A soft "mmm" comes from Sebastian and you smile as your kisses travel lower down to his collarbone all the way to his bellybutton.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," Sebastian growls.

You're on your knees at this point, and you look up at him with a look of surprise at his words. You had no idea Sebastian felt that way about you, but you weren't complaining.

"I think I have an idea," you reply, eyeing his erection in front of you.

"May I?" You repeat his question from earlier as you guide your hand towards his cock, glancing at him for permission. He nods and you place your hand on it, swirling your thumb around his shaft.

Sebastian hisses and you smile, before leaning forward and licking his tip as you begin to pump his dick with your hand.

"Oh god," he groans, throwing his head back. "That's perfect." He grabs onto your hair as you start bobbing up and down on his cock, pumping the rest with your hand.

You aren't quiet either. You make sure to slurp and gag as you take his length as far back into your throat as you can. He obviously loves it, too, as his legs shake and he moans with each gag.

"God damn, is there anything you're not good at?" Sebastian asks as his voice cracks, an indication to you that he may not last much longer.

You begin to massage his balls and he tugs harder on your hair. As you suck him off, you gradually use more tongue, and you can just feel his veins against your tongue from how prominent they are, and you love it.

"You're gonna make me cum," he whimpers. "Do you want to swallow it?"

"Mm-hmm," you reply, not taking your mouth off him. Anxious for his release, you begin to pick up the pace, just as he begins to thrust himself into your mouth. At this point your pussy is throbbing like crazy, and you take your hand from his balls to try to rub yourself through your underwear. Unfortunately, the hem of your pants are too tight.

"Oh that feels so good," he moans, and with one final thrust, you feel his cock twitch and he releases his load into your throat.

You giggle with satisfaction as the warm liquid fills your mouth. Once he pulls away, you swallow as if you've just had a nice, refreshing glass of water.

"Come here," Sebastian says as he takes your wrist again and pulls you to your feet, pulling you into another passionate kiss. You two begin to walk backwards while you kiss, not paying much attention to where you're going.

Next thing you know you collide with your painting table, and you press your hand onto something wet. You turn around and begin to laugh as you notice your hand landed directly on your painting palette.

"Oh, I'm sorry," says Sebastian, laughing as well.

"That's alright." You place your paint covered hand on his cheek and kiss him again, his eyes widening.

"Hey!" He exclaims against your mouth. You pull away and giggle once again as you see a handprint on the side of his face. Then an idea comes into your head.

Sebastian watches in confusion as you put both hands on the painting palette. You turn around, biting your lip as you slide your hands down his body, covering him in paint.

"What is this?" he grins.

"You're my art project," you laugh. "And I just want to keep touching you."

"It's my turn to touch you now," he growls. He begins to undo your pants, and you arch your back off the table so it's easier for him to pull them down.

He removes your pants and to your surprise, you've gotten so wet, you can see it through your underwear.

"And you tried to be discreet," he says with a smirk. "Tsk tsk tsk."

He slides one finger along your cloth covered slit and you gasp. You prop one leg up on the chair beside you to give him better access.

"Oh, we're eager, aren't we?" he whispers right next to your ear. You shiver. "You're soaking wet."

He presses his finger up against your clit through your underwear, almost to tease you. You whimper in desperation, and he grins again as he begins to rub. "What's wrong? You want me to touch you directly?"

You nod. "Please," you whisper. "Please touch my pussy."

With a bite of his lip, he hooks one finger through the hem of your underwear and slides it down towards your knees.

"Just look at that pussy," he says, admiring you. "I can't imagine what you've got under the rest of those clothes."

He begins to rub circles on your clit and you place one hand behind his neck to stabilise yourself. His fingers are cold, and it feels so good against your pussy that you shudder.

Sebastian leans in to kiss you again. He then drags his lower lip along your ear and places a gentle kiss on it. "So fucking good," he says. "So talented, you are. So smart, too, and so fucking beautiful." He rubs your clit even faster and your head falls onto his shoulder.

"Even better at sucking my cock, and I know you'll be great at taking it in that beautiful pussy of yours, too." His words are sending you closer to the edge. "I bet you're so fucking tight."

"Sebastian," you choke out. "Don't stop." You begin to grind your hips against his finger and he chuckles.

"Yes, grind those hips. You're making me hard all over again." You watch as his cock begins to grow once again, already prepared for you. You moan at the sight, and your desperation to feel it inside of you makes you finish.

Your legs shake wildly and you fall back against the table as you cum. Sebastian slows his rubbing, and he sighs in satisfaction as he watches your delicious juices drip from your pussy lips as you finish your release. Once you're done, he licks his finger as if he's licking chocolate frosting off of it.

"So sweet," he smirks.

You're getting impatient now, and without a word you begin to strip your blouse off, and Sebastian watches you with complete lust in his eyes. As you begin to take off your corset, you struggle a bit and he helps you.

He undoes the last button and your corset falls to the floor. You turn around to face him and his jaw drops. He gently places his hands on your waist, and caresses up and down your torso. Sebastian moans softly as he runs his hands over your breasts, spreading his middle and index fingers apart as he passes by your nipples.

"And you said my body was beautiful," he gawks. "Look at you. Just fucking exquisite. You should paint yourself. This is real art."

His sweet words drive you crazy and you crash your lips against his once again. He kisses you back with somehow even more passion this time. He's got paint all over him now, but you absolutely love it. You jump up and wrap your legs around his waist.

He wraps his arms around you, getting paint on you now as well, but you don't care. Sebastian takes you to the bed and drops you on it. He grabs each of your ankles and pulls you towards him as he remains standing.

"I wish you could see yourself from this view," he says.

"Well I'm satisfied with mine, as well," you reply.

He lets go of one of your ankles to position himself at your slit, and you begin to drop your leg. He quickly grabs it again and lifts it back up. "Keep your legs up," he instructs.

You begin to say "alright", but you're cut off by your own moan as he pushes himself into you. Since he isn't too thick, he's able to slide into you quite easily, but he's just the right girth that it feels fucking amazing.

"Your pussy feels incredible," he sighs, as he begins to softly thrust in and out of you.

You watch his face, and you admire how gorgeous his expressions are. The way he shuts his eyes, and raises his brows, and slightly opens his mouth. You wish you could see him like this all the time.

"You can go faster," you tell him. And just like that, he thrusts faster and harder. You both moan in unison and his grip on your ankles tightens. "Fuck, Sebastian, that feels so good."

"God, I- I can't," he breathes as he lets go of your ankles and collapses on top of you, not hurting you, and he continues his thrusting. You wrap your legs around his waist again.

Sebastian rests his head in the crook of your neck, and places his hand on your other cheek. "You're fucking perfect," he says.

You lift his head up so his eyes meet yours and you kiss him, this time it being a romantic, tender kiss. You press your legs tighter on his waist, pushing him closer to you so his cock hits you even deeper.

Sebastian's cock is hitting your g-spot just right, and you can feel your orgasm approaching quickly. You begin to rub your clit just as you feel Sebastian's thrusts slowing down just a hair, and you know he's getting close, too.

"I'm close," he whispers. "Do you want me to cum inside you?"

You think for a moment, and you nod your head.

You tug on his hair and you begin to kiss his neck. He moans and that little sound makes you fall apart. Your legs close around him tightly and as your walls begin to clench on his cock, he loses it. He groans, and right when you expect him to shoot his load inside of you, he quickly pulls out and cums all over your stomach.

He chuckles, and you look up at him with a look of both confusion and disappointment.

"Now you're my art project," he laughs, and you can't help but roll your eyes.

Sebastian falls back onto the bed next to you. "Look at us," he says. "We're a mess."

"I can always conjure up a bathtub," you reply. "By the way, you're not going to be my nude model again."

Sebastian sits up with a frown. "Why not?"

"Are you joking? I'll never get any practice done with you! You've distracted me!"

"You say that like it was a bad distraction." he chuckles.