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You were in the middle of shifting yet again, still trying to find a position that wouldn't coax these pained groans out of your throat every ten seconds, when you heard the door being opened and then something moved against your drawn curtains. Before you could show your disdain about whichever roommate just wouldn't let you alone, you heard a familiar whooshing sound and seconds later a freckled face came into view, smiling widely at you.
“Sebastian...” you muttered, smiling back despite the pain you were experiencing and the nausea that crawled up and down your innards like a hungry snake ready to devour you from the inside. Despite it all you reached out a hand to your preferred version of a snake and watched with growing affection as the Slytherin boy started to climb into bed with you.
“How are you feeling, love?” he asked quietly as he settled next to you, his body heat already helping you breathe a little easier.
You couldn't really describe your discomfort and you weren't able to find the strength to talk anyway, so you just let out a “Hmmpf.” and an “Ugh...” as you moved again, somehow ending up in a position between lying on your back and lying on your side. He scooted right behind you, supporting your aching body with his as he carefully put an arm around you, his hand moving down to slip under the hem of your jumper.
You were about to protest and firmly deny his advances, but as soon as his warm hand rested on your tight stomach, you inhaled deeply and closed your eyes. Then you felt his lips on your ear.
“Don't worry, darling,” he told you in a deep whisper that caused shivers to rush down your spine, numbing the pain for a moment. “I'm just here to comfort you...”
“Thank you,” you whispered breathlessly and leaned against him, trying to relax while your insides fought their monthly war against your subconscious decision to not get pregnant yet again.
He rubbed soothing circles into your skin, applying just enough pressure to ease the cramps throbbing through your body. “Of course,” he whispered, his voice low and quiet in your ear once more. Somehow a little moan slipped past your lips and you heard him chuckle softly.
“You know,” he then started and all you did was listen to the soft thrumming of his voice as it vibrated through your very soul. “I've read about natural pain relief and I came across a section that said that pain can indeed be reduced by sex or arousal...”
You cracked open an eye and turned your head to him, and despite his words, he looked genuine and almost serious, yet when he noticed your look, he smirked slightly and you saw the tiniest of blushes on his cheeks. “No sex,” you croaked hoarsely, feeling way too nauseous to even imagine any kind of exertion right now.
He leaned closer and quickly pressed his lips to yours, before he hovered there and smiled softly. “No penetrative sex, love,” he declared and as he said that he moved his other arm under your neck, angled it and gently closed it around your breast, softly fondling you through the thick fabric of your jumper.
“Sebastian...” you started and inhaled sharply, before you felt the hand that was on your stomach moving upwards as well, doing the same but underneath the woollen layer as his slender fingers kneaded at your sensitive flesh. Your initial reaction would have been to squirm out of his grip, but shifting was not an option in your state and the more you felt his warmth, the better it made you feel.
“Just relax,” he told you and brought his lips back to your ear, his hot breath sending goosebumps over your skin. You closed your eyes and leaned against him, fighting the ache gripping your insides and the urge to moan as he kept groping your breasts until you felt your nipples hardening against his touch.
Somehow both of his hands ended up under your jumper, leaving your cramping stomach exposed to the cold air of the room. He had moved his lips to your neck and was lazily kissing and licking and nibbling on it, definitely working in some bruises but the sensation distracted you enough to focus on the warmth instead of the discomfort.
One of your hands came to rest on your abdomen, slightly pushing against the ache inside, while your other hand closed around one of his wrists as he continued to massage (or manhandle) your tender tits. He halted then, his hot mouth moving up to plant soft kisses on your jaw and cheek.
“Tell me if it's too much,” he whispered.
“It's... fine...” you mumbled quietly, pressing your back against his chest to show him just how fine it was.
He stopped the groping nonetheless and wrapped his arms gently around your torso, one of his hands coming to rest right on yours, his warmth seeping past your fingers and right to your hurting stomach. He didn't stop there, he moved it lower until it slipped past the waistband of your undergarments. You squirmed slightly, but he stopped with his fingertips barely brushing against your mound.
He kept his hand there, unmoving, warm against your sensitive skin, its weight and pressure more comforting than you could have imagined. Turning your head towards him, you opened your eyes and watched him, smiling as you met his warm gaze. He leaned in and kissed you softly as you snuggled into his embrace.
For a moment you forgot about your pain and focused on the feeling of his lips and how his tongue gingerly pressed against your bottom lip, asking for admittance. You complied and parted your lips more to give him access to your mouth, and as he deepened the kiss, he tightened his grip around you and you couldn't help but moan against him.
Yet your moan turned into a groan as another unexpected wave of discomfort rushed through you, gripping at your insides with unseen claws, twisting and turning and rearranging your anatomy as cramp after cramp made you squirm beside him. You had to turn your head away, your eyebrows furrowed, your breaths frantic and tight, and then a whimper fell from your trembling lips.
You felt him pushing firmer against your lower stomach before he started rubbing your skin in a soothing fashion, and even though you only writhed more for a moment, you very slowly relaxed under his ministrations, even more so when he leaned his head against yours, half-way burying you under his body as he pulled you towards him.
“Shh,” he made and the vibrations of his voice coaxed more noises out of you. “It'll be alright...”
The pain ebbed away, like a wave retreating into the ocean to form yet another powerful crash against the shore, but for now you felt better again. You took a shuddering breath, un-furrowing your brows. His hand on your stomach kept its circling motion, applying just enough pressure to ease the tension beneath, while his other hand moved back under your jumper to pay more attention to your breast once more.
You felt him kneading your soft flesh with his long fingers, before they moved to your hard nipple, carefully rolling and pinching it, and you bit your lip as another moan wanted to break free. His lips were back on your neck, showering you with light kisses until his tongue took long strokes over your skin all the way up to your earlobe where he pulled it between his teeth and nibbled on it some more.
Somehow the sensations of his touches numbed the pain and nausea enough for you to start enjoying yourself again and you raised a hand to slip it beneath your jumper and attended to the breast that wasn't currently fondled by your supportive boyfriend. As soon as he noticed how you mirrored his movements with your own fingers, he chuckled against your ear and leaned over to kiss your cheek.
You looked at him and chewed on your lip, and for a moment you just stared at each other, his dark eyes swimming with those unspoken things that flooded your mind quickly as well. While you both kept groping at your sensitive breasts, you leaned a little closer and pressed your lips against the corner of his mouth.
“Tell me,” you whispered then and held his hungry gaze. “What would you do to me if I wasn't incapacitated today...”
He smirked at you and inhaled deeply, before he rested his chin on your shoulder. “I would put my hands all over your body,” he whispered back and you closed your eyes as soon as he started talking, sinking into the vibrations of his voice. “Like so...” He demonstrated by rolling your pert nipple between his fingers as he simultaneously pushed his fingertips against your lower stomach, teasing at the other bud throbbing slightly against his touch. You breathed deeper, licking your lips.
“And I'd kiss every single inch of your beautiful skin,” he said and pressed his lips against your jaw. “And while I'd lie behind you like this, I'd grind myself against your pretty little bum,” he added and you could feel his groin moving closer, yet he stopped before actually doing what he had said. “Of course we'd be naked so you'd feel how happy I'd be to lie with you like this...”
You chuckled softly, the slight shaking of your body both easing the tightness within yet also reminding you of it as your insides moved under the motion. Inhaling sharply you focused back on his words and your and his hand on your tender breasts. “Give me more... details...” you whispered and bit your lip as he kept kissing your jaw and cheek.
“Details, huh?” he repeated and his low voice thrummed through your head deliciously. “Well, alright then. I'll give you details. Imagine... your plump arse wiggling slightly as I'd press my cock between your cheeks, slowly moving against them, the friction so good you couldn't help the noises falling from your quivering lips. And as I'd keep up the pace, I'd move my hand to your clit and rub it in tight circles, applying enough pressure to make your thighs twitch and those moans to form in your throat.”
Just his words did indeed cause a strangled noise to erupt from deep within your mouth and he chuckled softly.
“Like that, love. But much more and more often and you'd barely be able to breathe under all my little touches,” he continued and as you focused on his voice, you had almost forgotten his hand on your breast until he groped it demandingly before he moved his fingers up and down, teasing your hardened peak between them.
“And while your body is shivering from all these sensations, I'd move my hand deeper and push a finger into your sweet little pussy, feeling your soft flesh moving against my fingertip. I'd push deeper and then I'd curl it, right against that sweet spot that would make you squirm and shriek in delight... can you imagine that?”
You whimpered deeply, nodding eagerly. “Yes...” you breathed, thinking back to the countless times he had touched you like that. The tension in your stomach was still there, but with all these other sensations flooding your body, it was only a dull throbbing, eased by his words and the warmth of his hand pressing against your skin.
“And maybe I'd add another finger or two...” he went on quietly. “And I'd push them in and out of you, slowly at first, teasing them in, before I'd move them faster and faster, stretching your tight walls more and more, preparing you for my cock that I'd still move between your twitching thighs. I'd be so hard and ready for you...”
Just the thought of him filling you up, sinking into you, connecting so deeply with you, made your heart beat faster and your breaths accelerate slightly. It also caused a warm feeling to settle between your legs that slowly pushed away the discomfort, not entirely, but enough to focus on the good things.
You felt his lips moving against your jaw as he continued, his hot breath tingling on your skin. “So after I'd fuck you open with my fingers, I'd grab your arse, pull those cheeks apart and guide my cock to your waiting pussy and with ease you would take me, swallow me, let me deep inside of you until I'd be completely buried in your warmth.”
He let out a soft moan at that and you shivered under the sound. “You really can't imagine what that feels like, being within you, held by your cute cunt, so tight and welcoming, and I could just stay like that, unmoving, as I press you against me,” he whispered and did apply a little pressure to his hand on your stomach as if mimicking the motion. You inhaled sharply.
“But we both know you'd want me to move, right?” he said quietly and kissed your neck. “And I would, slowly moving my hips back and then forth and back and forth... over and over again...”
You shuddered under the way he said that, imagining his movements, remembering the feeling of him sliding in and out of you, with your walls clenching and unclenching around him, slowly adjusting to his girth and length. You even scooted your rear slightly closer to his front, hoping against all odds he'd be able to do these things to you right now, even though you knew he couldn't.
“And before you'd know it, I'd pick up the pace and really thrust against your cute little bum, as I drive my cock in and out of you fast, my fingers digging into your hip as I'd hold you and you would whimper and moan and your body would spasm and tremble under the powerful snaps of my hips. The slapping of skin against skin would be obscene!” he concluded with a low chuckle and inhaled deeply, brushing his tongue against your skin as he licked his lips.
You felt your breath quickening as you opened your mouth, yet you were unable to find any words as you kept imagining the things he told you. You were so invested you had stopped touching your breast and apparently he was too because his hand was just resting on your soft flesh now, warm and comforting, just like his other hand on your stomach.
His body however inched slowly closer to yours until you finally did feel his groin pressing against your rear, and through the many layers of your and his clothes you could feel his erection, warm and hard, unattended as he continued in his hypothetical scenario of fucking you into sweet oblivion.
“And as I'd keep pounding you into a whimpering mess,” he went on, his voice so low and somewhat sweet despite his horrendously lewd words, “I'd tease at your perfect little tits and pay extra attention to your throbbing clit and you'd be so overstimulated you wouldn't know anything any more...”
This time he even moved with his words, his palm rubbing over your nipple and the fingertips of his other hand teasing at the bundle of nerves right atop your folds, and even though your insides convulsed under a strange mixture of pain and arousal as you felt your womb cramping and your pussy clenching around nothing, you felt the sensation of it all rushing through your body until you moaned softly against him.
He claimed your mouth then for a quick but heated kiss, his bulge straining against you as he started grinding it firmly between your plump cheeks. You kissed him back desperately, the warmth of his mouth sending tiny daggers through the tension gripping your nerves. Shivers and shudders rippled over you like waves and more and more moans escaped you.
“Feels good, right?” he murmured against your lips, the vibrations of his voice adding to it all. You were barely able to nod, your breaths mingling with his, your head starting to feel fuzzy as the pain within ebbed away once more.
“Keep talking...” you told him, not moving away, your eyes boring into his.
He smiled and kept kissing you, continuing his lewd tale whenever he would lean away to catch his breath. “Imagine... as I keep up my rhythm of moving in and out... and deep and deeper, prodding your sweet spots... and scraping over them, your walls would tighten around my cock, squeezing it so deliciously, as you'd convulse and shudder and cry out when you'd come right on my dick, and I'd come too, moments after, pushing deep inside you as I'd shoot my seed right into your womb, filling you up to the brim until it'd spill out and drip down your legs...”
He groaned then and you moaned as well, your body mirroring the things he had just told you as you imagined his warmth spreading through you and out of you as the tremors of your orgasm would shudder through you, rendering you utterly useless as you'd lean against his body, held by his strong arms, your heart jumping out of your chest, sweat covering your skin while you'd try to catch your breath.
You didn't need to imagine much of it as you did indeed feel him behind you, warm and present, his hands pressing on your skin, his warmth all around you, his lips capturing yours for a series of lazy kisses as you breathed heavily against each other, overwhelmed by the make-believe scenario. Deep inside you felt the low throbbing of the cramps holding you hostage, their ghostly fingers digging into your stomach, but all around it you felt nothing but bliss, waves of pleasure rolling gently over you as you relaxed more and more.
While you closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, you felt his lips on your cheek and then on your forehead, before he cradled you against his chest, his arms pulling you closer while his hips halted their movements against you. His breaths were deep and even and hot on your skin, lulling you even more.
“Rest now, darling,” he whispered, sending more shivers down your spine. “And imagine how I'd lie behind you, holding you, my cock still buried inside you, warm and comforting, as I kiss you softly, waiting for you to fall asleep right in my arms...” To underline his words, he did indeed kiss you, soft, gentle pecks on your jaw and cheek until he moved to your lips, teasing them enough for you to get the urge to kiss him back, but you felt too sleepy to do so.
You could however manage a soft smile before you felt yourself slipping away slowly, engulfed by his warmth and affection and the safety of his embrace. The pain in your gut dimmed to a low thrumming until it faded too as you took a deep breath and sank into the sweet nothingness that was a well-deserved rest.
You were already gone and still his words echoed through your mind like a distant promise. “I can't wait for you to feel better so I can fuck you properly again...” A dirty promise, but a promise nonetheless.