Look At Me // Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Chapter 2

"Now keep that pretty little head up and flaunt those titties! You look like a princess. Well, a bit more slutty than Cinderella, but you get the point."

Imelda hugged you tightly as you both made your way to the entrance, putting on your most devilish face as you opened the double doors to a ruckus of party-goers. Spring break was quickly approaching, and everyone's tolerance for school work was quickly slipping through the cracks.

All eyes turned to us as we strutted into the packed bar, getting a whistle from Garreth and two other Gryffindors that sat at a table playing wizards poker. 

You scanned the room with your peripheral vision to see where Sebastian was. He was standing at the bar to your left, chatting with Ominis, lost in conversation about gods knows what until Ominis cleared his throat. His enhanced hearing must have noticed some other seventh years whisper about how good you looked. When Sebastian turned to face you, your eyes quickly darted to Natty, who ran up and spun you around in a tight hug.

"Merlin, your tits look HUGE!"

"Oh my gods, Natty...say it a little louder and even the Ministry will hear about it!" You jested as all three girls all laughed hysterically.

"He's staring at you already" remarked Imelda as she gave you a wink and glanced towards Sebastian.

Your body was still turned away from him, giving him a perfect view of your back and how toned your ass was. You've been exercising a lot during your free time, and you were happy to say it seemed to be paying off.

"He's not just staring, he's devouring you with his eyes! I know he's undressing you in a little fantasy in his head for sure." Natty was trying not to make it obvious that she was spying on him for you, but both her and Imelda had zero sense of subtlety.

You heard a throat clear behind you, which led you to spin around and slam into a wide chest that you knew only belonged to one person.

"Hey Sebastian, I-"

"You look..."

"You look marvelous - That's what this oaf was going to say." Ominis appeared behind Seb and made his way over to embrace you in a deep hug.

"My word, and you smell incredible! What is that scent?"

"It's lavender and honeysuckle. My mom actually sent it to me in her last care package." Your cheeks were flushed red as you released Ominis and looked back to Sebastian, who was still at a loss for words.

"We're going to get another butterbeer, have fun you two!" Imelda and Natty grabbed each of Ominis's hands and whisked him away, disappearing into the crowd.

With the rest of the crew gone, you finally noticed how little space was left between yourself and the handsome man that towered over you. Looking up into his eyes was like a trap; you could get lost in his features so easily, but you weren't mad about it.

Sebastian finally broke your gaze as his eyes traveled down to the shining necklace placed upon your chest. His face lit up red as his breath caught in his throat. He reached out and laced the necklace between his fingers. "I gave you this."

A bright smile formed on his face as his fingers gently caressed the silver chain, eyes never leaving the beautiful jewelry - his beautiful jewelry, that adorned your neck. You scrambled to think of something to say. The sexual tension in the air could be cut with a butter knife, but all you could do is bring your hand to his and look down, admiring the chain that marked you his - even if he didn't know it yet.

After a couple moments of silence. Sebastian withdrew his hand and asked if you'd like to join him in a round of whiskey shots. He always knew how to ruin a tender moment with debauchery, but you loved that about him. You gave him a devilish smirk and made your way to the bar, dragging him along with your hands intertwined.

Sirona made her way over to you two, finally meeting up with Ominis and the rest of the group.

"My heavens, you look...incredible!" Sirona laughed and raised her eyebrow at Sebastian as she gave you a light hug across the bar.

"What are we having? Whiskey shots, again?"

"What do you mean, again?" Your eyes darted to the boys next to you.

"Oh, your little boy toy's been here for a couple hours now. I recall hearing him mention he finished his work with Professor Sharp a bit early, then dragged poor Ominis along to continue his long winded conversation about yo-"

"YES, Sirona. Please pour us five whiskey shots." Sebastian interrupted, his face even redder than it had been earlier in the evening. The girls giggled as I looked towards Ominis, who playfully shrugged and leaned back against a pillar.

"How many shots have they taken?" You asked warily. Ominis waltzed up behind you, placing a hand on the middle of your back and whispering in your ear, "Enough to give Seb the courage he needs." He snaked his hand away from you and returned to the other ladies, all with shots in their hands.

You felt the warmth in your core rise as you processed what Ominis just said. Could Sebastian really have feelings for you? Legitimate feelings that were more than just - okay you shouldn't get ahead of yourself. 

You picked up the shot as the other four raised their glasses in unison, clinking them together and sending the liquid to burn down your throats. What you didn't account for, was the aftertaste that faintly left an acidic taste in your mouth. 

After clicking your tongue a few times, you realized that you recognized this taste. Looking up to Sebastian, who also had a confused look, you turned to Imelda who had the most cunning look smeared across her face.

Your eyes shot daggers at her as you approached the giggling Slytherin, "Is this what I think it is?" You spat out.

"Calm those double D titties down. It's not Amortentia, and it's not going to hurt you." She leaned closer to your ear and whispered, "just have fun with it; let go. "

Your breathing started to pick up as you turned your gaze back to Sebastian, whose eyes were a bit more hooded now, looking down upon you like you were a snack he was ready to devour. You felt your heart beating out of your chest as you quickly sprinted towards the stairs leading up to Sirona's room, which she'd let you crash in before.

Your mind swirled at the thought of the tall, gorgeous Slytherin boy that was quite recently holding his hand so close to your neck, which you wished was just chokin - MERLIN. Get a hold of yourself. You're losing it. 

Whatever Imelda put in that shot, it was making you experience effects similar to Amortentia, or so you've studied, but with more free will. It felt like all your senses were on fire. Your skin was so sensitive to touch, and don't even get started on what was going on between your legs. 

Your mind wandered to the thought of those beautiful chocolate eyes looking up at you between your thighs, lapping at every part of your wetness while you grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled him up to see his desperate groans at being separated from you.

Your hand traveled down to under your dress. You felt so sinful for letting this happen on Sirona's bed, but you had no choice and wanted to give your body the attention it desperately needed. Just as you were settling into a comfortable position, a loud knock interrupted your almost-bliss.

"Hey, it's- it's me. Can we talk? Please?"

Sebastian Sallow. His voice sounded so desperate, so needy.

You stumbled your way to the door. As you approached, you heard the heaving on the other side. His breath was short but full of want. And you know he wanted you.