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barty crouch jr x afab!reader x regulus black ⊹ 2.3k
cw ⟢ mdni 18+, smut, voyerism?, oral (fem receiving), multiple orgasms, praise, overstimulation, regulus has a crush on reader, cumming untouched, swearing, lowercase intended
barty knew all too well about regulus' little crush, and decides its only right to give him a glimpse into the pleasures of being with you.
a/n: not proofread--this is actual filth and im not even sorry lemme know if i missed any warnings x
barty was many things, cocky, unhinged and absolutely batshit crazy about you. even before you started dating he did little to hide his feelings. looking at you all lovesick, and sparkly eyed as if you had personally hung them moon and the stars in the sky.
now barty was obsessed with you, clinically so. and well, that would mean regulus had the same condition. it wasn’t his fault really, he was fighting a losing battle—you were always so generous with your affection, letting it seep into everything you did, everyone you talked to.
so sweet, so dreamy, so compelling. and don’t get him started on your voice, oh your voice, honeyed and hypnotic, yet innocent making his brain involuntarily short-circuit.
regulus could talk at great length about you, but alas, you were with barty and he was, alone. surrendered against his will to a cruel fate—seeing you every single day, with his friend and roommate, knowing he can’t have you.
and barty, he was well aware of the way regulus felt about you, completely understandable—you truly were bewitching.
but, as established, barty was unhinged.
not just in the normal way, whatever that was.
barty pushed every limit, button and boundary within his grasp—meaning regulus was always in the line of fire.
he wasn’t one to put a damper on his intimacy just for the sake of his friend, no, he was going to enjoy his treasure fully.
usually it was you who’d reign in barty’s sadistic tendencies, but he was sneaky and wasn’t going to let your soft-nature ruin his fun.
he knew exactly when regulus would return to the dorm room after his prefect duties, same time everyday, like clockwork.
so today, he decided he’d really enjoy himself.
his hands were everywhere, your waist, your hips, your breast—planting wet, open-mouthed kisses on your inner thigh.
a sharp gasp of, “junior”, left your lips and he nipped, sucking a bruise, millimetres from the wet spot that had formed on your panties.
he only hummed as he pulled the waistband up and high off your skin, letting it snap back harshly, smirking at the way your body jolted. indulging himself with a few more peppered bruises, before peeling them off of you.
and just as he reach you ankle, discarding them within the four closed curtain pillars of his bed, whispering a muffling charm and crawling back up to you.
typically, when all the curtains on barty’s bed were closed, and the room rung eerily silent, regulus could guess what was happening in there—if the slight rocking wasn’t telling enough.
but today, as part of barty’s twisted game, he’d not done a silencing charm.
so when regulus came back, seven o’clock sharp, he could faintly hear your soft candied whines—his throat becoming so unbelievably dry at the realisation.
he knew he should have left immediately, he was intruding, invading your privacy, trespassing—perverting a moment that wasn’t his.
and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to move.
though muffled, he could make out so much, too much, of what was happening just a few meters away. his imagination getting away from him, feeling himself twitch shamelessly in his trousers.
you were splayed out prettily on the bed, one hand intertwined with barty’s, as you squirmed endlessly. knees flung over his shoulders humming lightly against your clit.
“o-oh my god- feels soo good-” your fingers releasing his hand to go card through his hair. two fingers already pushed passed the ring of resistance and curling up, deliciously into your walls.
your lip hastily pulled in by your teeth, hips rocking in pace with his fingers, now tugging—pulling at his soft locks in desperation. he lifted his eyes towards you, prying his mouth away from the swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves.
“c’mon treasure—wanna hear you,”
he’s looping an arm around one leg, hitching you up, so he’s snug against your core, fingertips digging into the flesh of your hips, intensity making try squirm away. but barty had you locked in, at his mercy, angling the to hit that one spot that had your back arching impossibly off the bed.
his tongue toying with your clit, eyes never leaving you, following your every twitch, every jolt, feeling you squeeze around his fingers so tight, crying out loudly, “f-fuck—junior, s’too-oh!”
clawing at him, his hair, his neck, his shoulders, grinding your deeper into his mouth, body writhing from the pleasure, and only then did he pulling away. kissing a trail up your body to your lips—meeting your lips in a far too tender embrace.
regulus was still frozen in place, the smallest beads of sweat prickling at his hair line—so unbearably hard. his ears rung and blood ran cold when he heard it—voice too casual, too fippant.
“reg?”, the smirk on his face was so smug. regulus didn’t move, don’t answer, breath caught in his throat—bracing himself for impact.
“reggie, you busy?”, barty peaked his head out from the curtain, cheeks still lightly rosy and lips glistening from his previous actions.
he barely meet barty’s gaze, his voice coming out pinched and higher than normal, “-uh, no, not uhm right now,”
its like barty knew he’d been standing there, just out of ear-shot, opening the curtain wider and motioning him over with a small nod of his head.
what the fuck was happening?
what the actually fuck was happening right now?
his shuffled over, eyes darting frantically around the room, avoiding everywhere but where his eyes wanted to land so desperately. but he was weak, eyes settling on him, and then you.
chest rising and falling at an increased speed, cheeks flushed, half-lidded and pupils blown out. barty’s body covering your center, but he could still see the way your stomach had been bared, tank-top bunched just under your chest—taking in every ounce of your appearance.
before he had opened the curtains, you’d heard him whisper between kisses something about regulus, but mind still mushy and agreeable, thoughtlessly humming—nodding at what he’d said.
when your head rolled, and your sights fell on him, a lazy smile spreading across your face—he sucked in a sharp breath.
barty had a wolfish grin on his face, watching him watching you—”strip then,” eyes snapped over to barty’s—he just waited expectantly.
his body moved before he had time to compute the command, hands shakily unbuckling is trousers, leaving him clad in just his boxers, bulge so painfully obvious. regulus looked back at him from approval, heartbeat loud and fast in his ears, “sit there,”—nodding over to the front of the headboard.
and as barty closed the curtains behind regulus, saying the silencing charm he was originally meant to, you mumbled a soft, breathy, “hi,” to him, as he settled back against the headboard, iron grip on the bedding beside him.
barty wasted no time ridding himself of his boxer, tossing them carelessly behind him—roughly dragging your hips forward, pulling you towards his middle, a light squeal leaving you.
regulus was completely breathless, overwhelmed by the initimate scene unfolding before him. with two soft pats to your thigh and a low, “on your stomach, treasure,”—as if on autopilot, your body twisted and turned to form the most delightful little arch regulus had seen in his life. crawling into the space between his legs, dangerously close to his middle, his thighs on either side of your head.
pressing his lips into a thin line, you were looking up at him so innocent, so inviting.
fortunately—or rather unfortunately, for regulus, that didn’t last long. barty pressing himself into you slowly, breath hitching in his throat as his hands found familiar purchase on the round of your hips. your head fell forward into the matress, barely a few inches away from regulus’ crotch—the whine the left your lips had him twitching helplessly in his boxers.
he almost couldn’t believe his eyes, barty was fucking into you, forcing you gradually further up the matress, closer and closer to him, and it had his head spinning.
“shit—soo tight, angel,” barty’s voice came out rough and gritting when he finally bottomed out—regulus could see the goosebumps spread down your spine, gasping in air, each breath shallower than the last, brows furrowing impossibly high on your forehead.
pushing lazy and drawn out grinds into you, fingers matching the tight grip regulus had on the sheets— ”hmmm, gotta breathe for me,” eyes rolling back, lips parted, neck craned up and so precariously close to regulus.
this is going to kill him, he thinks.
broken, needly cries spilled endlessly out of you, “-mmpf—junior, t-too deep—” slightly, barely muffled by the way your cheek pressed against the bed. it wasn’t until barty runted harsh and unfairly into you, that you finally made contact with regulus.
hand reaching up desperately, clutching onto the fabric at the hem of his boxers—face now resting on his inner thigh. “-hah, almost forgot about our guest,” words rushed and breathless. thrusts so bruising and unforgiving, pushing you closer to the edge—lips now raw and swollen from biting.
regulus could barely breath, the air around him heavy and thick with sex, drinking in each pretty expression that was on your face, knuckles white with the grip he’d yet to release on sheets. his body tensed under your touch, only managing to exhale a barely audible whisper,
“fuck,”
barty used his knee to spread your legs wider, rocking in, searching for a deeper angle—letting a huffed chuckle pass through his lips, relishing in the disheveled state regulus was in, smile splitting onto his face—
“why don’t you indulge him, love. mmhm don’t get all quiet on me now,”
he truly was insane, and so were you apparently, because your hand reliquished its grip on his boxer and taking his, interlocking your fingers together. regulus could now feel each rock of barty’s hips into your, each jolt that rushed over your body—unthinkably close. looking up him, that dazed, needy expression on your face.
and he’s sure he’d died and gone to heaven, gaze locked with yours—the soft pants and laboured breaths that had been falling out of you now littered with wanting cries of his name, “reggie-hah—reg! so-ngh, fuck, reg—”
he couldn’t even stop the way his jaw fell, a hitching breath twisted with a load groan, like the air had been forcibly punched from him.
you were so pretty, so ruined, vision blurring as the pressure deep in the pit of your stomach, barty could feel it, the telltale signs that you were close, sucking him in so tight he almost struggled to drag his hips back.
regulus knew barty was twisted, so the dark snicker that he let out made his stomach churn. each thrust more rushed and cruel than the last, loud ringing in your ears, hips fucking back wildly. “mmm, if you’re close, treasure—shit, y-you know what to do,”
nothing could have prepared for what you did, lifting your head up, staring directly into his eyes—gods this was torture—eyes pleading, swimming with desire, an intense need.
and you couldn’t bring yourself to feel an ounce of shame at the whiny pleas that immediately left you, so delirous with pleasure, your voice sounded foreign to your own ears. “r-reg, oh god-please, can i—mhm, reg, reggie—please” they tumbled out rushed, as you tried to run away from the thrusts, bumping roughly against the spot that made your vision spot.
he swallowed thickly, adams apple bobbing, tongue darting out to wet his painfully dry lips, “f-fuck, yeah—cum f’me, pretty,”
he could barely finish his sentence before your head fell into his lap, trembles wracking through your body, cries and whimpers loud, and scattered with stutters of “reg—junior, re-”
you were being manhandled, barty’s grip on your hips bruisingly tight—holding you flush against him, no escape, grinding in to you, fucking you through your high and then some. struggling to hold yourself up, hips jerking as bolting shocks striking your body.
but barty didn’t slow down.
if anything his fucked into you meaner, watching satisfied as your melted, almost drooling onto regulus’ thigh. “know ya got another one for us, c’mon, thaaat’s it,” your thighs tried to shut, shy away from the overstimation, but barty just slid one hand beneath you—rubbing messy and frantic circles into your clit, the other reaching and grabbing a light fist full of your hair.
compelling your unfocused gaze to meet regulus’.
messy and unintelligable moans and hiccups, eyes so far away, fruitlessly blinking back, fighting against the urge to let them just reside in the back of your head.
and regulus just couldn’t help himself, bringing his hands to your jaw, memorising, savouring the moment. shivering at his touch, tips of his fingers ghosting over the tops if your flushes cheekbones—tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. “s’alright, love, take it—goood girl,” his words coming out in a low gravelly purr.
jaw slacking in bliss, body seizing as you leaning into his palm, all the air pushed out of your lungs. barty still rutting into you, pulling the most lewd squelches from where you were joined, loud gasping groans spilling from his lips, stilling behind you—filling you up. before barking out a breathless laugh—eyes stuck on the wet patch that grew at the front of regulus boxers.
your body almost vibrating, slumping against the bed, huffing in large gulps of air—mind gooey and satisfied.
regulus swore he could see a faint layer of condensation locked between the four corners of the bed post, relaxing, and dipping his head back against the headboard.
hoping this would change everything.
