Sebastian Sallow x Reader Collection

Unhinged

As you cleared the top of the stairs you felt a swift hand on yours, on both of yours, making you drop your wand. Suddenly, your back was pinned to the professor's office door and Sebastian swept a few messy hairs off of your forehead.

You rested against his arm while he held your hands pinned to your back. He had a leg wedged between yours and was so close you could smell his scent. You were speechless, blinking profusely as you met his gaze with your mouth hanging open.

"I'm tired of the charades with you. I need to put you in your place." His tone was low and full of something you couldn't yet place. You felt a small amount of fear rise in your gut, not sure where he was going with this.

Words of protest spluttered from your mouth, but nothing that strung together to make any sense. You struggled against his grip, but it was useless. His thumb trailed across your forehead, over your cheek, your jawline, swiping the inside of your lip to pull the wetness down your chin.

Your eyes widened when his hand came to rest against your delicate throat. When did his hands get this big? It felt like it was nearly wrapped around your neck entirely.

"Sebastian, I don't know what you're playing at, but I —" a groan escaped your lips when he ground his thigh hard against your hot center. Even with all the fabric in between, the friction felt almost unbearable. You could also feel something else now against your leg. Was he getting off on this? Were you?

A throaty laugh escaped his lips and he brought his face closer to your neck, lips just below your ear.

"I knew you'd like this. You've been practically fucking begging me for it."

Before you could respond he applied just enough pressure to your throat to make it harder for you to breathe. You closed your eyes in shame realizing what this situation was; how you fell right into his trap and you weren't sure you minded at this point.

"You're going to be good for me," he continued, "you're going to call out Sebastian," he mimicked a feminine moan, "fuck me harder. Master, please."

He pulled back to look at your face, flushed with arousal it seemed you couldn't control. Your pupils were wide and your mouth still hung slightly open as you stared at him. He forced his thumb into your mouth, unable to avoid the temptation. Your lips automatically closed around it as you stared up at him with wide eyes.

"Now, I'm going to let go of you, just for a moment, so you can rid yourself of these clothes. You're going to listen to me like the perfect little angel you have everyone convinced you are so I don't have to tell anyone about how your cunt is sopping from being shoved into a wall."

He made you nod in agreement before backing off of you, releasing the bruising grip he'd had on your hands. You looked at him shyly as he propped himself up on the balcony like this was casual. Your eyes dropped to his light colored pants where you could make out the outline of his stiff cock. You wanted to see it, feel it, taste it. You hated that you did, but since you couldn't hide the feeling you obeyed him.

You shed your robe, unbuttoning your blouse carefully before shrugging it off as well. The camisole you wore underneath barely hid your erect nipples, but it was soon over your head anyways. From the waist up you were bared to him and he looked at you hungrily, stroking his own length through the material of his pants.

The rest of your clothes came off much faster; you hooked your fingers into the waistband of the skirt, tights, and bloomers all at once dropping them to the ground and stepping out of your shoes to leave a pile.

You felt your own slick coating your thighs, betraying as you stood completely exposed before him.

"God, you're such a slut," he remarked before he reached out to pull your body up against his. The feeling of his bare hands against your naked stomach had you clenching your legs together, trying to hide your desire. He wrapped his other hand around your throat once more, tilting your head to make you look up at him as his hand drifted down your thighs, into the valley between your legs.