endgame // sebastian sallow

PT: fourteen

PT: FOURTEEN
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Third Person Perspective

The fingers played beneath the fabric of the skirt. They tickled their way down at every speck of skin, sending a vibrating feel from the delicate sense of touch.

Heavy breaths filled the air. Y/n can hear her own heart pulsating and blending with the other. Her eyes were closed, but somehow she can picture the scenario clearly. How the long soft fingers traveled between the sensitivity of her legs before a pleasured feel thundered inside of her.

"Oh," Her head leaned back, not understand why it felt good. Amazing. So good.

"Let it out," The voice whispered to her.

Eyes still closed, Y/n was lost in pleasure. Why did it feel so mind-blowing? Foggy? It was almost blinding.

"Don't make them stop," Y/n moaned hazily, "Don't stop."

Y/n was surprised at how honest she was pleading on the feel. How vocal. What was happening?

The fingers kept increasing inside her body. In and out, they went, in...and...out—

"Release, darling," He said.

Darling. The voice. Why was it familiar?

As Y/n began to regain her senses, the sweat of the person glued on her threw in a scent. While her fingers tugged the student in front of her, the familiar natural scent kept going.

Autumn air. Driftwood. The apples...

"Oh, Sebastian," Y/n moaned.

"Yes, say my name," Sebastian breathed huskily at her, "Say my name,"

"Sebastian." Y/n reached a climax.

Sebastian? Sebastian Sallow?

Y/n woke up sweaty in a pitch black space. She sat on her four-poster bed again and breathed as if she were drowning or some sort.

"Are you alright?"

Y/n came back to her senses, seeing her dormitory roommate, Natty Onai, cast a Lumos spell toward the sit-up and questioned her.

"Natty,"

Natty rose her brows, "Are you okay, Y/n?"

Y/n swallowed.

Of course, she wasn't alright. Either she dreamt of the most heated encounter with Sebastian Sallow or it was a memory. It felt too real. And she was guilty for enjoying it.

"I'm...I'm fine," Y/n lied, "Bad dream. You're still awake?" She switched the subject.

Natty shook her head, "Not really. I am a sensitive sleeper. Might've heard you sit up."

Y/n's eyes closed, still feeling sweat down her body from the odd experience in her sleep. She felt nasty.

"Oh, I'm sorry for waking you, Natty." Y/n said in the dark, throwing the blankets and standing up from the bed, "If you'll excuse me, I'll be taking a bath."

Natty rose a brow toward Y/n's words, "Y/n, it's four in the morning."

There was no way Y/n would be able to sleep after that. No way. So, she took the opportunity to start her day extra early.