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You barely had time to process before your arm was being tugged up, pulling you flush against his hard chest. Your eyes drifting up, noting that not so subtle ‘s’ in the shape of a snake just below the lapel of his collar. You knew who it was in an instant, your fluffy haired, tall, and quite handsome boyfriend, Sebastian. Your eyes meet his as he pulls you out of the way of the bustling hallway full of frenzied students all trying to make their way to their next class, exactly what you had been doing before he had stopped you.“Seb?” you say softly, fighting the smile growing on your lips as his back met the stone wall, his hands falling to rest on your waist in the process, his thumb drawing small circles against the break in your shirt and skirt, where it had come untucked. His eyes had a dark exposure to them, one that usually only meant one thing. Leaning down to your level, his lips begin to gently caress the side of your neck, humming softly as he leaves a trail of sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against your pulse point. You knew what he needed, wanted.“Yes?” he muttered, sucking hickies into your skin, his arm now snaked around your lower back in an attempt to pull you closer.“I have a class…” You tried, tilting your head slightly to allow him more access. You couldn’t help but glance around at all the prying eyes, the looks giving you some sense of pleasure.“I know….but…I need you…” He pulled at the hem of your shirt, untucking it to allow his hand to slide up the front, hiking it from the lingering glances of fellow classmates. His knuckles tracing the soft skin of your abdomen as he moved it higher, able to finally caress your breast, tracing his thumb over your hardening nipple. That soft hitch of your breath, that turned to a hush moan, had him certain that you understood him, that you needed him just as much as he needed you.“Okay..” you whimpered; your eyes closed in a sense of bliss. You could feel the smirk growing on his plush lips, as he gave you one last kiss to your neck before he removed his hand from your shirt, doing his best to tuck the fabric back into your skirt, before slipping his hand into your much smaller one. He scanned the hallway, letting a few more people pass you by, before pulling you towards the undercroft, the perfect place to not be seen.————————“Pull these off.” He tried, yanking at your stockings to no avail, he was growing impatient and far more frustrated than anything. He couldn’t seem to figure out why for the love of merlin, was it so difficult to remove such a thin layer of clothing. "Why are these so difficult to get off?” He grumbled, still littering your neck in whatever kisses he could, his desperation becoming rather apparent. You couldn’t help but hold back the chuckle at his exclamation, as you too did your best to tug down your tights.“They’re not that hard to get off..” you remarked.He gave another firm tug, and your eyes widening the moment you heard the mesh rip, looking up at Seb, who wasn’t bothering to hide the amused smirk on his lips. You could see the way he was toying with the idea of just ripping them the rest of the way, considering the current state of them, but one narrowed look at him, and his smirk faded.“Seb?!” you berated, that stern and unamused look still on your face.“Well on the bright side…they’re almost off...” He retorted, his smile growing as he bit down on his bottom lip to hide it. You couldn’t lie, he was right, but it didn’t aid in the fact that those were your last pair of tights, and now they were ruined. You were going to blame it on him, that's the only way it made sense to you.Seizing the opportunity, Sebastian continued to tug your stockings down your legs, and though it took him a minute, he succeeded in the end, helping you slip out of them with ease, as he crumpled them up into a small ball and stuck them into his robes. In mere seconds he had your back against the wall, your skirt bunched up on your hips, and your panties long forgotten deep in his pocket, all of it happening faster than you could comprehend. Your breathing had grown heavier with anticipation, as he lowered himself down to his knees, your eyes glued to him as he grabbed your leg and hooked it over his shoulder. His usually soft and playful brown eyes were gazing back at you with a sinful exposure to them, now replaced with longing and hunger as he moved himself closer to your cunt. His arm wrapped tightly around your thigh as a means to keep you sturdy. He watched eagerly at the crease of your brow, just before you pulled your bottom lip between your clenched teeth and lolled your head back.“And here I was, wanting you…” He mumbled to himself, and though you couldn’t see his face, you knew that there was a shit-eating grin spread across his lips.“Bash, please...” you said softly, glancing back down at him, your eyes big and innocent.He gave a breathy sigh at seeing you like this, needy, feigning innocence when you both knew the truth, that was not what you were in the slightest. He shook his head, amused as his tongue brushed over his bottom lip.“Well, when you say it like that…” he teased, leaning forward without another word, pulling your glistening cunt, flush to his face. His nose nudges at your aching clit, as he wastes no time in teasing your entrance. His tongue glides through your folds, watching the way your mouth falls open at the newfound sensation. Nothing but lustful moans, and whimpers leaving your plush lips, at the feeling of his tongue greedily lapping against you, savouring you. As if the sight alone wasn’t enough, the mere satisfied groan that left him at the very taste of you on his tongue, sent your mind into an overdrive. A blissful haze settling over you, goosebumps lining your skin the moment you felt his tongue delve into your entrance, devouring your pussy as if it were his favourite pastime. (it was).The slightest shutter rippled through you at the feeling, your focus that on the way his nose toyed with your clit, nudging it in the perfect rhythm that suited that of his tongue thrusting into you. It never ceases to amaze you the way your body always wanted to buckle under his touch, your legs wanting to give way, your aching body wanting to give over to him and let him control it in any way he saw fit. He had the ability to make you utterly weak, to cloud your senses, and above all, make you feel something that no one else had ever been able to do. It was always the same. He knew your body better than you knew it yourself, that you were certain of.Your fingers carded through his fluffy brown hair, clinging to it, as a tether. With each tug, you felt his grip on your thigh tighten, as if his own way to tell you to behave. His eyes send you that burning look of warning.“Fuck, Seb..” you pant, fighting the urge to rock your hips against his face in a wave of desperation, one that you ultimately give into, that is until you feel his teeth grazing against the inside of your thigh, before he bites down on it, relishing in the way you groan out in a sense of pleasurable pain. His hand pushes against your lower abdomen, keeping you firmly against the wall.“Behave.” he warns, before wrapping his glossy lips around your clit, sucking at it gently and yet fervently. If it wasn’t for his hold on you, you were certain you would have crumpled to the floor at the way your knees buckled just then. Long deft fingers find their way into your cunt, shallowly thrusting in and out of you to suit his pace, curling inside you every few beats. You were close, so close and you could feel it, taste it even.“Sebby…baby please….I’m…I’m so close..” you moan, your head falling back against the stonewall once more, as you clenched your eyes shut. You were focused, so utterly focused on the way his tongue swiped against you, the way his lips sucked harshly on your clit, pulling you closer and closer to the edge, and his fingers, merlin, his fingers curling inside you.“C’mon my love, cum for me…” He says, thrusting his fingers harder, deeper, his lips tightly wrapped around your bundle of nerves, sucking it once more. No more convincing was needed. You felt your walls flutter tightly around his fingers, as a surge of pleasurable heat filled your body, flushing your cheeks, and blurring your vision. Your high had hit you, and all that you could mutter was the echo of his name. You couldn’t see him, your eyes still clenched shut, but you knew he was wearing that proud smug smile that he always did.His fingers fled from you, leaving you aching for something more to fill the void, hearing the sure sound that he had cleaned off your arousal from his fingers, the subtle pop from his mouth, before he took to gently stroking your inner thigh waiting for you to come down from your high.“My sweet girl.” he muttered, the words that made you look down at him, having no doubt what he was talking about.He stood up, his hands tracing over your thighs as he went, languidly dragging his knuckles across any bit of exposed skin he could reach, knowing how sensitive your skin got right after. Staring down at your face, seeing that fucked out expression on your face was enough to make his cock twitch. You were stunning. He leans down, placing the softest kisses against the corners of your mouth, coaxing your eyes to open. The moment your eyes met his, you wanted more. You eagerly strip him of his robes, helping him to undo his belt and tug his trousers down, letting him free.Sebastian lifted you up with ease, pinning your body with his own and the help of the hard wall behind you, lining himself up to your entrance before thrusting into you in one easy snap of his hips. A sweet moan of his own escaped him, as he pressed a kiss to the hollow of your neck. Grabbing at your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin in such a way that made your head spin. His thrusts, though unhurried, were deep, hard. His eyes were transfixed to that small gap that your button down had exposed, now able to see your breasts bounce with each precise thrust he made. It was motivation enough, just to see that. He let out a deep raspy groan, as your legs tightened around him, urging him deeper into your aching cunt, as your hands reached for his back, feeling his muscles taut, flexing each time he thrusted, or tightened his grasp on you. The other resting on the nape of his neck, your fingers lacing through the strands of hair there.“Right there, right there-fuck. That feels good.” you pant, revealing the lewd kisses that he was now placing on the tops of your breasts, trying but failing, to not leave any hickies on them.As his thrust grew wilder, harder, borderline pornographic sounds escaped your lips, and you did your best to silence them. Clamping your mouth shut, your moans resting in the back of your throat like a low growl. Your eyes closed, head leaned back against the wall, your chest rapidly rising and falling, you were a picture-perfect sight.Sebastian couldn’t seem to get enough of the way that beads of sweat lined your face, strands of your hair now sticking to your dampened forehead. Your swollen lips, now pressed together, or perhaps it was the way your legs were wrapped around him so tightly, forcing him into shallower thrusts, your pussy milking his cock with each rut of his hips, he didn’t know, but whatever it was, he didn’t care. He was completely enthralled with you.He places a kiss to your collar before lifting his head for his gaze to meet yours. Taking in the sight of your closed eyes and sealed lips. With ease, Sebastian hand caresses your cheek, his thumb meeting your bottom lip, tugging it back so that your mouth stays agape.“I want to hear all the pretty sounds you make for me, love.” He muttered, leaning forward to kiss down to the side of your neck, sucking on the soft skin, as it turned into splotches of red and purple marks.Your cunt fluttered around his cock, as he precisely hit that spot within you, the spot that made your vision blur, and tears prickle in your clenched eyes. A breathy cry leaves your lips, and though you couldn’t see it, you could feel the way his teeth bared on your pulse point, his lips pulled into a smirk at the sounds escaping you.“Bash,” you moan out, gasping lightly.The moan of his name was quickly replaced but his own, deep groan of yours. His pace had hastened, as his hand slithered between your heated bodies, under your skirt and up to the apex of your thighs. His thumb massaging the gentlest of circles into your clit, listening to the way your heart hammered against your chest, or the way you whimpered in his ear, your release building to a breaking point before him. You were so close, your pussy, warm and inviting, wrapper tighter around his length, it was maddening. He loved the sensation, one that he could easily lose himself to time in and time out. You were made for him, forget the dramatics but he was certain.“So perfect for me,” he muttered, “and only for me, right?”“Only for you, Sebastian..” you repeat, feeling a tear break past your clenched eyes as it slid down your heated cheeks. You tugged tighter on his hair as his thrust turned frantic, sloppy, he was so close you could tell.Overwhelmed and well on your way to overstimulation, your climax hit, nothing but pleasure consumed you, coursing through your veins causing goosebumps to trail your skin. Your legs, weak and somewhat sore, we’re still wound tightly against Bash’s waist, a gesture that sent him tumbling after you in his own release. Moaning out your name like a beautiful prayer.His hips thrusted a few more times, helping both of you to ride out your highs a little longer before he stilled, slumping against you for a moment of reprieve. His head resting on your chest, unable to stop himself from kissing the swells of your semi-exposed breasts.Slipping out of you reluctantly, he’d much rather stay there, your warm and inviting walls wrapped around him, but he couldn’t. He sets you down gently, hands holding your hips to steady you, as he reaches into his pocket pulling out your panties and handing them over with a satisfied grin.“I’d keep 'em, but I assume you’ll want them ..” you snatch them out of his hand, as you stifle a giggle. “How generous of you..” cleaning yourself up to the best of your ability before you slipped them back on, watching as Seb pulled his pants back up, tucked his shirt and fastened his belt.“Sorry about your tights…” he said, but you could tell he wasn’t really. You rolled your eyes, shoving him back playfully as you took the torn-up fabric from him, shoving them into your bag with a huff.——————————The package was sitting on your bed by the end of the day. Gladrags Wizard Wears tag, hanging of the twine that was wrapped around the brown paper. You picked it up, unravelling the twin and tugging on the paper to reveal two new pairs of tights, accompanied with a small note.“I got you two, that way I can rip one and then you can have the other.. -S” and you couldn’t help but chuckle.