-Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader
-Y/N, a muggle born girl, navigates the complexities of integrating into the wizarding world where she doesn't quite belong. As a 7th year and a human without magic, she must learn to adjust and prove her worth, but also...
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"You know," you hum, breaking the kiss, "People will be wondering where we are."
"Then let them wonder," he smiles, bringing his hands up to cup your face. "Because I have you right where I want you."
You bite your lip and gaze into his eyes. "I suppose you do," you murmur, placing your hands over his.
He then leans forward and presses his lips to yours again. He begins to move his lips against yours, making your heart skip a beat. You reach your hands to the buttons on his shirt, undoing them one by one. He breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead against yours and letting out a sigh.
"I want to hear you moan my name," he whispers, and you shiver, feeling his warm breath fan over your face.
"Yes," you whisper. "I'll be yours."
Ominis smiles. "Good," he hums as he begins to trail kisses down your jaw and to your neck. You tilt your head back, allowing him access, and he continues to press open-mouthed kisses down your throat, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin.
His hands trail down from your cheeks to the back of your dress where he carefully begins to unzip it. You whimper softly, your breathing becoming heavier. Once he reaches the bottom, you shrug it off your shoulders, exposing your breasts.
Carefully, he trails his lips over your collarbone and down the valley of your breasts. Your hands move to his hair, running your fingers through the silky strands. His lips travel lower and lower, until they reach your nipples. He wraps his lips around one, his tongue flicking against the hardened bud, and you let out a moan.
"Fuck," you whimper as he continues to play with the sensitive nub.
He moves his attention to the other one, swirling his tongue around the nipple before sucking on it. You gasp, arching your back, and he moves his hands to your waist, pulling you closer.
"Mmm," he hums, and your breath hitches as he begins to suck on your nipple harder, his tongue circling around it. Your hand tightens its grip in his hair, pulling him closer. He groans, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. "I want you so bad," he says, his voice low.
"Then take me," you whisper.
He pulls away from your breast and looks up at you. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," you nod.
Ominis pulls away and allows you to step out of your dress. He then carefully takes it from you and moves it out of the way before returning you to your seat on the table. He kisses his way down your stomach and between your legs, his fingers trailing down the front of your panties. You shiver, his fingertips teasing you through the thin fabric.
"Please," you whine, lifting your hips slightly.
"Mmm," he hums, rubbing his fingers over your clothed pussy.
