Hogwarts Imagines

Tell Me To Stop || smut

18+ Minors DNI
All underage characters are aged 18+
Summary: 600
Word Count:
Warnings: public intimacy, fingering, light degrading, edging, blood
Prompt: "tell me to stop, tell me or I won't be able to." "Then don't."
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Charms class drug on today! It was a lecture period, and Professor Ronen really made it feel like that. You thought by year 7 there would be nothing else to learn. Sebastian sat next to you, drawing doodles on your notes and bumping his knee into yours under the table. You locked your leg around his, holding him still. His hand dropped his pen, ink splattering on the page. He brought it down under the table, his hand brushed over your thigh reaching for your hand, your breath hitched, and he noticed smirking to himself.
"What was that?' he whispered barely even audible. He squeezes your knee, your reflexes kicking allowing his leg to escape.
"Nothing, you mumbled, trying your hardest to focus on your notes again. He put his hand down again, letting it brush over your leg, this time you didn't flinch. You felt it graze your knee, bare skin to bare skin. He pushed up, under the fabric of your skirt. You froze, your pen shaking over the paper. He pushed his hand between your thighs, resting it there.
"Tell me to stop," he whispered. You stayed silent, waiting in anticipation, his thumb brushed over your panty line, "Please tell me to stop," he was practically begging, "or I won't be able to."
"Then don't" you whispered, letting your arm lean against his.
He pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing against the cloth of your panties.
"You're already so wet," he moved aside your panties, his finger gliding along your slit. He pushed in a finger, slowly pumping it in and out. You grabbed the bench seat underneath you, biting your lip to keep from moaning. He pushed in a second, his fingers moving in a waving motion. Your body was tense, stiff like a board with pleasure.
He removed his finger, moving it up to twirl circles around your clit. You jumped, grabbing onto his arm quickly. He smirked, pretending to write notes with his other hand. He adjusts his hand, dipping his fingers back into you, his thumb rubbing your clit. He was bringing you close, your hand squeezing tight around his forearm. He pumped fast, his fingers hitting your g spot. You bit your lip hard, suppressing any moan and whimper. You dug your nails into his skin, knowing it was going to leave a mark.
"Seb," you let out a sigh. He quickened his fingers again, fluctuating his speed.
"Hm?' he hummed in question. You closed your legs, squeezing them shut, Sebastian continued pumping his fingers. Your stomach filled with static, then the sense of euphoria, you put down hard on your lip, a sharp pain arising. You pulled Sebastian's hand away.
"Fuck," you whispered a little too loud. Professor Ronan looked at you.
"Ms. Y/L/N is everything alright," she was walking towards your table.
"Sorry that was me," Sebastian began trying to make excuses, not aware of the blood running from your lip.
"Mr. Sallow, that is quite enough," Ronen shushed his excuses, "Please walk Ms. Y/L/N to the infirmary," he looked over to you, your tongue running over the blood.
"Yes ma'am," Sebastian stood quickly, packing away his books and yours as well. He carried yours out the door as you held your lip.
"God you're redder than my notebook," he chuckled, noticing the color in your cheeks. His notebook was bright red, you could only imagine the color of your face. You were far too embarrassed to retort anything. You simply shook your head at his remarks, pushing through the doors to the nurse.
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