Ominis Gaunt x f!MC, friends-to-lovers story infused with *mature themes* and dark magic.
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In their final year at Hogwarts, Ominis Gaunt, famously known as Slytherin's heir, and the f!MC embark on a transformative journey from best friends to love...
Oh!" Y/s's brows furrowed and her lips formed a shape of 'O' as she cried in surprise of the sharp pain when yet another harsh slap lended on her buttcheek. She was bent over a massive wooden table in a hidden aisle on the second floor of the library. Her grip on the edge increased in anticipation of more of that sweet pain.
She couldn't see him but when he leaned forward and whispered to her ear, his voice sounded husky from arousal."Sush, we don't want anyone else to hear you."
His fingers, tangled in her dishevelled hair, tightened when he pulled her head, tilting it up as he placed a soft kiss on a nape of her neck. She held her breath at the sight of him. A sly smirk played upon his beautiful lips as he continued in a cruel confident tone she never heard from him before. "Use that filthy little mouth of yours and tell me you are going to be a good, quiet girl or I will stop right now..." The breath from his words tingled her earlobe, meanwhile his hands travelled alongside her hips, teasingly curresing the skin of her abused cheeks, always inching closer to the centre of her own wet arousal but never touching where she wanted him the most, "...and you don't want me to stop, am I right?"
She bit her lip "Yes, I'll be.. quiet.. please" she pleaded shakily.
He raised her up to her feet in one swift motion, making them walk backwards until they reached the nearest chair and pulled her down to sit on his lap. Y/n instinctively spread her legs widely apart to get further back, which made her skirt roll high above her waist.
He sharply breathed in at the inviting response of her body. "Needy little witch" he said as his firm hands trailed down her shoulders and arms, pinning her wrists behind her back. "Now remember, your moans are only mine, no one else is allowed to hear them." With that he tugged hard on her hands making her back arch.
Y/n bit her lip again in an attempt not to scream. The only sound that was heard in the library was their heavy erratic breathing.
"That's more like it" he said, his voice was like a velvet glove, making her toes curl. "If you're good for me like this, you'll get what you want."
She could feel his erection pressing on her lower back, one of his hands slowly travelling up her tight, exploring every piece of her exposed skin. As he was getting closer to her core y/n started to grind herself on his lap, too eager for his touch to wait.
Hand stopped immediately. "Impatient, are we?" He whispered, his other hand still easily restricting both of her wrists making it unable for her to move, the other now sneaking under her blouse, pinching and squeezing the soft skin of her torso, at the same time he was biting a love path along her neck, between every bite drawing a fine line with his tongue.
"Ominis.. please" she begged between the gasps.
"Hmm... I love when you say my name like this," He said, pressing his free hand right to the centre of her arousal and started to make little circling movements. She rolled her head back, eyes shut, her mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure.
He released her wrists at once, with that freedom she reached back, tangling her fingers in his hair pulling him down for a fiery kiss. The sweet taste of him on her tongue was enough to make her moan again, the sound was hushed by his mouth. Movements of her hips became more intense as she grinded herself, pressing against his hand between her legs.
He suddenly stood up, turning her around in the process and pressing her back against the nearest bookshelf, his strong hands supporting her rear. She wrapped her legs around him and gasped when she felt his hard erection pressing against her.
It was a moment of silence, between them, filled with lust and anticipation of what it's going to feel like when he finally claims all of her. She was drinking in the hungry wild expression on his face. "I know what you need, y/n I need it too but first..." he whispered with a smirk, she couldn't take her eyes off his parted lips, he was breathing heavily, slowly drawing closer, every second he would kiss her now, "...you have to wake up"
„What?" She asked, puzzled.
"Wake up y/n." His lips were moving but his voice changed.
"Y/n! Wake up!"
'BANG'
Y/n's eyes fluttered open as a loud thud echoed through the room. Startled, she blinked a few times to regain her focus. Ominis was seated beside her, still engrossed in working on an assignment for Professor Binns. Her eyes widened in shock, and she instinctively covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a gasp.
"Sorry to disturb your slumber," he said with a playful tone. "You seemed like you needed it, but I've already gone through all the books, including your part. So, you owe me a butterbeer, by the way." He playfully slapped her arm. She felt her cheeks flush with a rosy hue, grateful for once he can't see that.
"I was thinking we could grab dinner together." He continued, "I figured you wouldn't be too thrilled if I left you here without a word."
She took a deep breath, attempting to steady herself, and hoped that her guilt wouldn't be evident in her voice. "Yes, of course. Let's go," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "Thank you for.. um.. letting me sleep, I suppose I was quite tired." With a flick of her wand, she tidied up the scattered books and parchment, returning them neatly to their shelves in the library.
Ominis stood up, extending his arm towards her. With a slight hesitation, she reached out and took it, only a faint blush still lingering on her cheeks.
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Since that day, something had changed between them. They still engaged in their usual activities—teasing each other, studying, and concocting the most bizarre stories about mermaids to captivate the young Slytherin students in front of the windows in the common room, but y/n couldn't shake the feeling that their shared touches had become more frequent and perhaps even more intimate than they had been before.
Had he always been gently caressing her hand while she held onto his arm as they walked together? Had he always wrapped his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head, or was it just now that she felt her knees weaken every time he did so?
She was plagued by these dreams about him almost every night, but now she found herself welcoming them. If dreams were the only place where she could shamelessly enjoy his touches, then so be it.
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Author's note:
This short story was expertly co-written by Belilula.
We just couldn't resist adding a touch of Alice in Wonderland vibe to this chapter. Dreams can be a bit tricky to include in stories, often a source of disappointment after waking up, but we hope you can forgive us, because even though this is a work of fiction, the dream is as real as it gets!
