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Being a Gryffindor always made you proud; this house was the very definition of warmth, courage, friendship, and true love, filled with people so selfless they would die for one another. Slytherin, however, which was said to be superior, was the exact opposite—it was home to people who would turn a blind eye to the deaths of their closest friends for a little money. No matter how much you loved the color green, you’d grown to dislike it because of Slytherin.
Being Remus’s twin sister meant he loved you more than he loved himself and did everything for you; it also meant being close to his friends and having a warm bond with Lily. Ever since you first arrived at school, everyone’s attention had been on you. You were subjected to ridiculous questions like, “Are you fraternal or identical twins?” and “Does it hurt for you when Remus is in pain?” It’s not expected for twins of different genders to look alike, since they’re always fraternal, but the two of you really do look very much alike. From your slightly wavy, slightly golden-brown hair to your big brown eyes, you’re almost like copies of each other—just of different genders.
You’re walking side by side with your twin; in his hands are the books you’ve handed him that you are supposed to be carrying, while in yours is a magazine you got from Lily. As you walk, you’re trying to smooth out the magazine by rubbing it against your skirt. Meanwhile, Remus is talking about something—probably Sirius Black; your older brother never gets tired of talking about his best friend. If you told him to confess his love, he wouldn’t; if you told him to suffer from heartbreak, he wouldn’t want to. The same topic and the same person every day. Finally, when you reach the dormitories, you say goodbye to your brother, stepping inside with a weary expression. As soon as you enter, Lily pounces on you. “James kissed me!”
Lying in bed staring at the ceiling—even though it’s not your hobby, you can’t help but do this every day. Sometimes you think about school, sometimes about classes, but mostly about your loneliness. It’s as if there’s no one left to love around here; wherever you look, it’s either a friend or someone with a boyfriend. Even Remus has someone he loves—why can’t you love anyone? I guess there aren’t any guys left in Gryffindor for you; you’ve tried turning to the girls, but you didn’t like them either. Maybe you should look at the other houses?
Sleep hadn’t come to you again, so you stumbled down the stairs in your pretty pink pajamas. With a candle in your hand and the invisibility cloak you’d borrowed from James draped around you, you were practically out for a stroll through the school’s halls. As you wandered briskly, you came upon that old bathroom everyone avoided and was said to be cursed. Thinking that whatever was inside couldn’t see you thanks to the cloak, you darted inside. There was a surprise waiting for you inside.
Regulus, the brother of the boy Remus liked? He was sitting on top of one of the broken toilets, drawing something on the parchment paper in his hand. This boy, who was normally known for being lean and tidy and also a slytherin worshipper, had his curly brown hair all messy, and his hands were pitch black from the ink. As his gray eyes scanned his drawing, his hands moved like magic over the paper. You slipped silently behind him. You tilted your head to try to see what he was drawing, and what you saw was something you could never have imagined.
It was you, you were sprawled across the paper, your features were lit with black ink. You were drawn in front of a tree, the tree where you’d always sit across of with your friends. Mostly with James, but of course this drawing did not include him. Instead you were posing alone, your back was pressed against the wood while your eyes looked into whoever was staring at the drawing. Your brown waves were put up in a bun, surrounded by some flowers. You were wearing a green dress, of course green, you thought to yourself. And then you remembered who drew it and where you were, why the hell was Regulus Black drawing you again?
regulus has never looked a girl like you before. not in the way he looks at you, or in any way, really. girls like you don’t deserve a second glance, that was something that was forced into his mind since he was young. regulus is meant for better things and he knows it. he never saw anything wrong with it. you’re simply a pretty face and enticing physique. you have nothing to offer regulus. nothing that he needs. unfortunately, though, you do have something that he wants.
regulus often finds his eyes wandering to the plush pillows of your thighs. the way they spill over the high socks you wear. the way they pool in your seat when you sit, short skirt riding up your leg and exposing more of the soft flesh. the way you knead them as peers approach you, your anxiety making you fidget as it isn’t a common occurrence.
regulus especially likes it when you’re bent over, carelessly letting your dress ride up your legs, the extra pillowy flesh that conceals your puffy pussy exposed for everyone to see. well, regulus believes you’re so careless because you think no one is looking. and you’re right, for the most part. because regulus sees. he’s the only one who sees and that thought makes him feel conflicted.
the rest of your shared peers are beneath him. they know it, he knows it. it almost feels embarrassing for him to feel an ache between his thighs as he watches you while everyone else seems to be preoccupied with anything and everything else, not sparing you a glance or even a fleeting thought.
but regulus thinks of you often. your silky skin and how it would feel. the color of your skin and how it would look pressed against his. your pretty lips sucking him dry, red tongue lapping at his cock. the rippling of your ass as he takes you from behind. your thighs pressed against his ears as he shamefully but eagerly buries his face between them. your flesh bulging between his fingers.
regulus hates to think of them as fantasies but that’s exactly what they are. or rather, were. regulus doesn’t like not having what he wants. everything he ever wished for he got. as it should be. but you were never anything regulus pursued because of the shame he felt for looking at you this way in the first place.
regulus has to be smart about it. calculated. careful. the plan has to be executed perfectly because regulus just can’t resist anymore. he wants. he yearns.
regulus will be quick with it. while he wants to do so much, take his time, he knows he has limits. you aren’t going to be an issue. regulus wholeheartedly believes that. not only are you shy, but you’re worthless in everyone’s eyes. even if you had the guts to snitch, no one would believe your word against his.
regulus black? with you? it’s laughable even in his head. even when he knows it will be true.
because regulus will have you.
regulus will have you beneath him, hand clasped over your quivering pout. hips lodged between soft trembling thighs. cock rutting between slick folds and your tight, drooling hole. regulus will circle his fingers around your swollen clit, the stimulation making you cry out and clench around him.
regulus will leave you wanting despite the protests leaving your mouth because regulus won’t ask. regulus doesn’t have to ask. he won’t waste his time. he won’t hurt his pride. he won’t make you feel like you’re anything more than what you are. instead, regulus will show you just how far someone can go and how little you can do about it.
regulus watches you now, the hem of your skirt swaying with each step, disturbed by each blow of wind. he takes in the color of it, the fit, the length, how much of your thighs he can see without any disturbance. he almost considers making today the day seeing as his cock already ached to stiffen in his pants, but he decides against it. campus is bustling with students, professors, middle-aged women walking their dogs with a seductive sway that pathetically calls out for attention.
perhaps tomorrow will work. tomorrow regulus will take you, rape you, use you. he shivers despite the warm breeze, hoping you can feel his predatory gaze following your every move.
deloria hated regulus black, what happens when she gets drunk at a a quiditch after party
Deloria stood in the crowd of people as they cheered on the winning quidich team. She was a Ravenclaw and it was a Slytherin vs Hufflepuff match so she really didn't have a side.
Correction. Her house didn't have a side. She was any side as long as it wasn't Slytherin. And that was for one reason only. Regulus black.
They had been enemies since second year when he said she looked liked a dementor.
Sadly Slytherin had won. So instead of being there for the teams like any other student at the after party she was there for the firewisky. Four bottles in and she was properly drunk.
She was drunkenly dancing with some gryffindor when hands grabbed her waist and started to pull her away.
Thinking it was a new dancing partner she turned eagerly but her face went to a scowl when she saw black.
"Let go of me" she scoffed and tugged her arm away. But quidich seemed to pay off as his gripp was strong as he dragged her pout of the room.
When he closed the door behind them he finally let go of hr arm.
"What was that for!?" She stumbled little butr caught herself on a wall.
He raised a brow at her. "That was me winning a bet." He went to walk away but she stopped him by grabbing his arm.
"What do you mean by that?"
He sighed, clearly frustrated. "Rosier had noticed you drunk and said I wouldn't be able to get you to leave with me even in this state. Obviously he meant you won't fuck me but as long as he thinks you did then I win a hundred gallions."
She scoffed, "like I'd be caught dead in bed with you." She began to walk away when he spoke.
"don't worry, the feelings mutual."
"great, then you can stop following me." She said, looking back to find him behind her.
"my common room is that way. If anything you want me to follow you."
She scoffed, "as if! My common room is that way."
"well then I guess you just have to put up with me for now." He said, sending her a grinn.
They walked on silence for a few moments before he spoke.
"You know what else rosier said?" He asksd, both still slightly drunk.
"hmm?"
he leaned in, mouth right near her ear.
He wasn't sure where the sudden boldness was coming from but he didn't really care.
"he said, we would look good together."
The words were barly a whisper but nonetheless they made the air leave her lungs.
"you know what I think?" He asked.
she shook her head, her mind repeating the words in and out, coaching her to breath.
"I think you would look even better under me."
Deloria and him locked eyes and before she knew what was happening she was up against a wall and his lips were on hers.
His lips moved harshly against her and she didn't hesitate to respond with just as much force. Her tongue graded his lower lip and he immediately opened just enough for her to shove her tongue in. Their teeth clashed and tongues fought for dominance.
There was a voice in her head telling her it was a bad idea and she would regret it in the morning. She was pretty sure that voice was her common sense and seeing as she had thrown most of it out the window why would she keep the rest?
He pulled back and looked at her. "Dorm?"
"Empty classroom?" She countered, going for the faster option.
Never in a million years did Regulus think he'd be heading to a classroom with deloria to fuck her but he definitely wasn't complaining.
He nodded and they ran to the closest one. The moment he closed the door Deloria was pushed harshly against it. His lips were on hers again. He pulled away and started down her jaw.
She let out an embarrassing moan when he reached her sweet spot. She felt him grin against her before he sucked at that spot. She had no doubt that there would be a mark there.
He moved back to her lips and tugged at her shirt. She pulled it off, their lips parting for a moment, and he unclasped her bra before taking her left tit into his mouth.
Her back arched and he groaned before pulling back. In one swift movement he pulled her skirt and nickers down.
"May I?" He asked and loomed up at her.
"Yes, fuck yes. Please."
He grinned and dragged a finger through her folds. "Eager are we?" Before she could retort his lips attached to her clit and he sucked hard.
She let pout an embarrassing noise and he sniggerd, sending vibrations to her core. He slipped a finger in and started pumping her.
Just as she was about to cum he pulled back. She let out a whine as she stood.
"Not so fast, I want you to cum all over my cock. Sound good?" Deloria nodded but he wasn't satisfied. "Words princess."
"Fuck. yes." No sooner had the words left her mouth than he was undoing his belt and pulling his shaft out.
Her eyes widened slightly at the size but her thoughts were gone once his lips were on hers again. Without warning he slipped into her and have her a moment to adjust to his size.
After she agusted he slowly pulled pout before pushing back in. He continued this until he had found a pattern.
"Oh fuck- bl- fuuu- regulus-" she moanded as he hit her g-spot and lost all control of the words leaving her mouth she didn't realize that she had called him regulus and not black.
But he did. And oh did he like it.
he thrust harder and harder, hitting that spot each time until she was a moaning mess.
"Fuck! Regulus! Don't stop! Please- oh fuck!"
"I don't plan on stopping princess, but feel free to continue begging," he kissed and bit at her neck.
Once those words left his mouth she was clenching around him as her orgasm approached.
"Regulus i-"
"Cum for me, princess." He attached their lips together as her vision when black. He rode her through her high and with one last thrust he pulled out, his seed shooting out.
They pulled back and their eyes connected.
"Never again." They said in sync. Both nodded and cleaned them selves up before leaving.
James and his friends find themselves receiving a nasty surprise the night his best friend gets home.
major AU where Regulus isn’t muggle-phobic/a blood supremacist, Regulus isn’t a death-eater (just stuck at home because he doesn’t know how to leave), Regulus is going to magically be the same age as the marauders and the reader (18), takes place after 7th year (all of the characters are 18+), the wizarding war isn’t mentioned in the story, and the marauders don’t automatically join the OOTP as soon as they graduate (explanation for why they’re just chilling at home after graduation). Also, James’ feelings could definitely be interpreted as him being jealous and liking the reader, although that wasn’t necessarily my intent so feel free to imagine them as super close best friends and James just letting his inner teenage boy get the better of him.
cw: unintentional (on regulus and the reader's part) forbidden romance, small mentions of abuse (Black family household), an allusion to smut with some not-entirely-explicit-leading-up details, kind of lied on the last one (brief mentions of some smut lol), me accidentally forgetting about Peter so he’s just at home/on vacation or whatever, the other 3 marauders being little creepers and lowkey pervs to the reader, making out, underage drinking, neglectful parents, she/her pronouns
internally crying a little bc there are so many aspects to the AU and cw
yeah so this is pretty dumb but i kinda just thought of the idea and rolled with it...
to my anon: i saw that you enjoyed the forbidden romance trope so here's another. albeit, this work is lighter on the trope and not necessarily romance (if u didn't catch that based on the description) but i might do a part 2 where it evolves into a romance. ig we'll see!! <3
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James had known you his whole life. You were next-door neighbors and, although you and your family were muggles, you had grown up as childhood best friends. As far as you were concerned, James went to some fancy private school in Scotland while your parents, who were rather rich, sent you off to boarding school in France. James wasn’t the biggest fan of your parents if he was being honest. They never really cared about what you did, only sending you off to an entirely different country and forgetting you existed until you arrived home for the holidays. Even then, you would mostly end up spending the majority of your free days at the Potter house.
The moment you arrived home from France for your summer vacation, you sprinted out of your parents’ car (not that they cared) and ran to the home of the Potter family. Before you could even knock, James sprung open the door and engulfed you in a hug.
“I missed you,” James muttered into your shoulder, still squeezing you.
“I missed you too, Jamie,” You responded with a smile, ruffling his curly hair. You looked over James’ shoulder and spied the tall frame of Remus and the (slightly shorter) frame of Sirius.
“Is that Remus and Sirius I see?” You teased jokingly, pulling away from James’ hug, albeit not without some resistance from the boy, to hug the other two boys and place kisses on each of their cheeks.
“The French are rubbing off on you a bit too much, mademoiselle,” Sirius said charmingly.
“You can only resist the charm of the French for so long, Sirius, it’s harder than you’d think when the boys over there look as lovely as they do,” You said with a cheeky grin as you turned to Remus, “almost as charming as Mr. Lupin here.”
You pulled Remus into another hug, whispering in his ear as you squeezed his shoulders.
“Although you still have yet to beat the lovely ladies over there.”
Remus only chuckled as you stepped away from the embrace and sent him a wink.
James sent a questioning look to Remus, who only shook his head, before scooping you up and tossing you over his shoulder.
“My mother has been dying to see you, she’s brought you up in just about every conversation we’ve had since I arrived home,” James said, carrying you into the kitchen where Euphemia was arranging daisies from the field out back behind their house.
“Oh, darling- James put her down before you drop her on her head! If it isn’t my favorite child,” Euphemia said with a wide smile as she pulled you into a warm hug, “It feels as though it's been forever- you look as beautiful as ever.”
“Thank you, Euphemia, it’s so lovely to see you, I’ve missed you more than Jamie,” You responded teasingly, throwing a smile at the already pouting boy.
The five of them, soon joined by Fleamont, sat around the table enjoying pastries, which Euphemia had baked and you had brought from France, and tea as you told them all about France and James, Sirius, and Remus told everyone (muggle-friendly) stories about all the mischief they had gotten into at school.
Hours passed and the sun began to set as you said your goodbyes, promising to come back in the morning to enjoy breakfast with them.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for dinner? You know there’s always an extra seat for you,” Euphemia asked, reminding you of the offer that has stood for years.
“Thank you, Euphemia, but I ought to head home, I still have to unpack and get settled back in. I’ll see you in the morning, thank you for having me over,” You called as James walked her to the door.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay? I mean are your parents even making dinner?” James asked, concern etched across his face.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine, I promise. I’ll see you in the morning, Jamie,” You thanked, pressing a kiss on each side of James’ frowning face, “I swear, it’s okay. Now go do some stupid shit with Remus and Sirius.”
James smiled, “Goodnight, love.”
“Goodnight, Jamie.”
Later that night, James, Sirius, and Remus observed the dark window leading to your room, which was directly across from James’.
“Do you think she’s asleep?” James asked.
“Dunno, mate, it seems a bit early,” Sirius muttered.
“She just got back from France, she’s probably exhausted, Sirius,” Remus pointed out.
The three boys sat in silence for a while, continuing to watch the manor, void of any light within the house. The darkness was soon broken when a taxi pulled up to the house, shining its headlights onto the street in front of it. They watched as you, looking rather drunk, climbed out of the cab, along with a dark figure whose face they couldn’t see, and paid the driver. You waved the car off and it drove away, leaving the only source of illumination to be the glow of two lights on either side of the door to the house. The boys watched as you grabbed the hand of the figure, walked up to the front door, unlocked the door, and entered the house.
After waiting for a few minutes, all of which were spent whispering about the situation to each other, a dim lamp in your room flickered on and the attention of the marauders was turned back to the house. They watched as you and the figure walked in view of the window, which, in turn, made the two of you visible to the boys, who sat huddled together as you grasped the collar of the mystery person and pulled their head down to meet your lips in a sensual, drunken kiss, your hands entangling themselves in the curly hair of the still unknown person as their hands traveled up and down your body, grazing over your shoulders, back, hips, and ass. Your hands moved down to lift the shirt off of the person, the two breaking their kiss and light finally shining onto the face of your hookup.
“Holy shit.”
“Sirius is that-”
“Regulus? I think so.”
“Oh my Godric,” James muttered, gagging slightly at the image of one of his best friends swapping spit with Regulus Black, of all people. He glanced back at the window to see you now topless and Regulus groping at your breasts eagerly.
“This is so wrong,” Remus muttered, glancing over at his two friends.
“Which part? That my best friend, since I was two, is making out with Sirius’ brother- a Slytherin- or the fact that we’re watching it?!” James exclaimed.
“Both- dear Godric, we look like fucking pervs,” Remus muttered, shamefully glancing back at the window as both of your nude bodies moved back until you fell onto your bed, Regulus underneath you and you straddling his hips.
“Look at us, Rem- we’re camped at James’ window watching two people, that we know, getting it on! Shut the curtains,” Sirius exclaimed.
James stood up, reaching for the curtains before sparing one last glance at your window, eyeing your naked body rocking on Regulus’ with your head tossed back and his hands on your waist.
“I can’t believe it,” James muttered slumping onto his bed.
“It’s so fucking nasty- if I could, I would pay my entire lost inheritance to get rid of that image- don’t get me wrong, and sorry Prongs, she’s smokin’ hot, but with Regulus? Hell no,” Sirius complained.
“Padfoot-“ James whined, turning to face his friend, a disgruntled look on his face.
“Imagine what the rest of the Black family would say if they knew Regulus was…-” Sirius interrupted, pausing in disgust as the thought sunk into his mind.
“Having sex?” Remus continued for him.
“With a muggle. He’d be disowned faster than me,” Sirius muttered as his dark hair, which was very similar to Regulus’, hung over his face.
“Can we stop talking about my best friend fucking your brother, Sirius? It’s grossing me out more than I already am from seeing it,” James groaned from his bed, which was right next to the window.
“Yeah. Yeah, whatever. I need to go to bed before I vomit,” Sirius responded, climbing into one of the beds Mr. And Mrs. Potter had set up in advance of him and Remus staying for the summer.
The three boys muttered goodnights to each other, the rustling of sheets settling into a summer night's silence.
It didn’t take long for Remus and Sirius to be passed out on their respective beds, however, James was unable to sleep and remained lying on his bed. As he stared at the ceiling fan, he felt the itch to peek through the window and see if Regulus had left. Climbing out of bed, James glanced over at the sleeping bodies of his friends before pulling back the curtains just enough to see into your window, where he observed your nude form lying on Regulus Black’s chest, your sleeping face barely visible with the light of the moon shining through your window.
Regulus definitely hadn’t left.
Shamefully, James shut the curtains once more and returned to his bed, allowing the darkness of sleep to claim his confused, perverted mind.
You didn't know how you ended up in a vampire's castle, but you've never seen a vampire this attractive. He had deep-set, silver-grey eyes and pink, full lips. His pale skin and high cheekbones were accentuated by his black hair, cut short and carefully.
"May I know exactly what you're doing here?" He asked, slightly raising a thick, high-arched eyebrow.
You shrugged. "I figured you'd be hungry so I decided to stop by and let you suck all my blood out."
Regulus tsked. "How nice of you. I," He said, coming closer to you, "could really use something to eat."
You inhaled the smell of his cologne and looked at his golden buttons. Taking in the sight, you couldn't not feel a bit naked and simple-looking, in your short, black skirt and red top. You forgot putting on a bra. Well, that was great.
"Initially that wasn't the plan, but now..." You said, trying to avoid his gaze.
"It's my charm," He joked, but pinned you against the wall. You tried resisting looking at his hands but caved in. All veiny and with long, ringed fingers, you were practically drooling. "Your name is?"
"Y/N. And yours?"
He hummed. "Regulus."
And he kissed you. Lips, jawline, neck. There was blood on his chin, and he wiped it away with the back of his palm. His eyes caught yours, and the left corner of his mouth shot up in a cocky grin. He let his hand wonder, and he slipped it under your skirt, between your thighs, rubbing at the sensitive flesh there.
His hands crept up, rubbing between your legs, and you hummed, letting out a moan. He let out a low chuckle and licked your neck, blood on his tongue, and sucked, letting another purple mark blossom next to the other ones.
He almost tore your panties apart when he pulled them down and rubbed your clit, letting you fuck yourself against your fingers. "My God, you're such a desperate slut, aren't you?" He asked, arrogance dripping from his voice. "How easily I can make you react is actually funny. Such a pity."
Regulus didn't let you say anything as he knelt in front of you, spreading your legs slightly, and took a long lick of your cunt. He looked up at you with big eyes and a cocky smile, and your hands tangled in his hair, and he picked up the pace.
He sucked on your clit, and light shined beneath your eyelid as you started rocking yourself, trying to get just a little bit more friction, just a bit more to send you over the edge. "Please please please please please" You whispered, like a prayer, and that only made him pick up the pace and unzip his pants.
He pulled his underwear lower, stroking his cock and he ate you out, and your moans became louder and louder as he brought you closer. "Fuck, Regulus, oh my God, I'm gonna cum..."
"Are you gonna cum from just my mouth? God, you're so desperate. Then cum, you slut," He whispered, despite the rhythm in which he fucked himself was becoming frantic, a low buzz against you that was enough to send you to Heaven, tipping your head back and moaning as he sucked your clit faster and faster.
Working on a Regulus request ☆ smutty w/ lots of plot !! Hoping to have it out within a day or two :) may even turn it into a series cause I have a lot more ideas that won’t work in one piece!
Hello! I was wondering if you could write another step brother Regulus fic? I loved your first one 💚💚
CAUGHT UP
sorry if it’s kinda shite, i hope you like it (:
REGULUS BLACK X FEM!READER
WARNINGS: dom/sub dynamic, masturbation (fem), step-cest, unprotected sex (wrap it tf up!!!), fluff-ish, NOT PROOF READ
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It wasn’t like I could control how my body reacted to him. There my step-brother was, shirtless in the backyard, practicing his pitch, sweat dripping down his toned body.
He, of course, didn’t notice my staring given I was in the kitchen. I felt the heat pool at my core, my thighs rubbing together already, trying to give some relief to the throb of my clit. Could you blame me?
I watched him float around for a few more minutes before I couldn’t take it anymore. I drag myself away from the window and make my way upstairs to my room. I shut the door, remove everything except my t-shirt, slinging my bra across the room with the rest. I lie myself back against the headboard as I dip my right hand down to my heat, rubbing featherlight circles against my bundle of nerves.
I let out a breathy sigh closing my eyes, picturing him. I bring my left hand up to my clothed breasts, rubbing my nipple between my fore and middle finger, picking up pace against my soaking clit.
I enter a finger inside my sopping slit and push inside until I reach the webbing of my fingers, slowly I drag the finger in and out of myself, I curl it and let out a whimper— I barely crack my eyes open.
The way his arms flexed as he held onto the broom, his veins protruding out of his skin, the slight blush across his face from the heat, the sweat running down his torso.
I sped up my movements, adding a second finger and bringing my left hand down to my clit to rub nearly harsh circles.
“Fuck-“ I groan out to nothingness. The only other sound besides my heavy breathing being the squelching and wetness I continued prodding my fingers against.
I continue to whimper at what I thought was a quiet volume, unbeknownst to my I had gather a one person audience with my vocality.
Not only had he come in the house and watched me dash up the stairs, he had showered and dressed himself before finally hearing my cries.
Cries that captured the attention of the very person I had been picturing between my legs, he cracks my door open standing in simple grey sweats.
I pull my fingers out and quickly cover myself with my duvet, “What the fuck Regulus!” My chest rising and falling at a rapid pace, my whole face becomes hot as he stares at me with a smirk.
“Whatcha doin’?” He continues smirking, sticking his hands in his pockets, taking a step into my room.
I feel my face drain of blood, my heart seems to stop when he takes a few more steps toward me, “I was- I’m taking a nap.” I trip over my words, gripping the blanket in my hands with a deadly force, I swallow thickly hoping he didn’t hear anything.
“Hm,” He leans down so his hands are on my bed and his face is close to mine, “That didn’t sound like sleeping to me.” He nearly whispers, I can’t get words to leave my mouth, let alone blink.
I let out a shaky breath, “Well I was going for a nap, I don’t-“ He cuts me off, “Do you want help?” He looks from my lips back to my eyes. Again my words get caught in my throat, I can’t help the way my eyes flicker to his hardened length and back to his eyes so quickly I wasn’t sure I did it myself.
He slowly drags the plush blanket from my hands until it’s well past my ankles, he slides next to me on the bed. I’m still sat up in shock when he grips the hem of my shirt and begins pulling it up over my head. My body reacts on instinct as I raise my arms, he pushes me down to the pillows below, he leans on his elbow slightly hovering over me.
His hand comes up to caress the under of my left breast, his fingers so gently feeling my skin, goosebumps raise across my body at the contact.
“Tell me to stop.” He says lowly before kissing down my neck, to my breast, and suckling on my nipple and occasionally grazing it with his teeth gently. I can’t help the sigh I let out, completely at his will at this point.
I feel his smirk against my skin as he unlatched and moves to my opposite breast with his mouth, repeating the motions. I arch my back slightly and close my thighs together trying to find relief of the pressure building up in my abdomen.
“What would our parents say,” He brings a hand down to spread my legs before running it down my thigh, running two fingers through my absolutely soaked pussy, “Seeing you get so wet for your step-brother.” He whispers in a taunting tone that neared a groan.
I whimper and bite my bottom lip in anticipation, “Please.” I beg for some further stimulation.
He places wet kisses down my neck, nipping and sucking gently and circles my clit with his fingers, he finally inserts a finger making me moan out at the feeling of his digit stretching me out deliciously.
He moves in and out, curling his finger upward, “So fucking wet.” He groans into my neck, licking up to my jaw before attaching our lips. He adds another finger and licks my bottom lip for entrance, exploring my mouth with his tongue as he swallows my moans of ecstasy.
He picks up speed and the lewd squelching of my own arousal and the way his fingers roll my nipple are enough to have me clenching around him, only able to pant heavily. He breaks apart from me.
“Y’gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” His eyes meet my hooded ones, and suddenly I was falling off the edge of bliss with only his name falling from my lips, “So good for me.” He moans continuing to finger fuck me through my orgasm.
After I come down from my high heels undresses himself and climbs on top of me, his length making my eyes almost bulge. Long and much thicker than my past two lovers, I meet his eyes once again and he places a gently kiss to my lips.
“Do you want this?” He asks almost breathless, running the tip of his Previn covered cock through my folds, I nod my head.
“Words, darling.” He comes to caress my face, I almost immediately whimper a ‘yes’, he lines himself up with my entrance pushing into me slowly.
The burn of him stretching me was quickly replaced with overwhelming pleasure as he bottoms out, “Fuck-“ I choke out, he stays still for a moment gauging my reaction, “Please move, Regulus. Fuck me.” I moan as I bring my legs together around him. He pulls out to the tip and slams back into me.
“Shit.” He huffs out repeating the action over and over, pulling near screams from my throat as he repeatedly hits areas inside me I didn’t know existed.
“You feel so fucking good, so tight.” He picks up his pace, “Merlin your pussy swallows me so well.” He moans out.
“F-Feels- fuck! - so good.” I trip over my moans.
He kisses me with force and hooks a hand under my knee bringing it near my chest, the angle making him graze just the place I need him with every thrust, I feel myself clench harshly around him and he lets out a whimper.
“Mmm, yeah? You like when I fuck you right there?” He moans onto my lips.
“Please, don’t stop, don’t stop.” I beg in near tears from the pleasure building up inside me, I couldn’t stop the clenching if I tried.
“Fuck you’re squeezing me so nicely.” He drops his head into the crook of my neck as his thrust get slightly more sloppy.
“Gonna cum Reg-“ I sputter out in between moans. He lifts his head to meet my closed eyes and speeds up once again, bringing a hand to rub my clit between two fingers.
“Look at me,” He moans, I don’t hear him given the impending orgasm building, he grips the underneath of my jaw and top of my neck to force me to look at him.
“Look at me when I make you cum.” He growls, and with that I was uncontrollably screaming his name like it was the only thing I knew. I can feel how tight my grip was around his cock, I could feel my juices sliding down my thighs, wetting his own.
“Fuuuck I’m gonna cum.” He groans out as his hips stutter, he drives himself into me completely as his hot seed paints my walls and cervix, nearly spilling out of me.
He stills himself, both of us catching our breath, sweat running down the curls framing his face. He pulls out and I whine at the emptiness, he smooths the stuck hair out of my face and runs his thumb against my cheek.
“From now on,” He places a kiss to my lips, “I’m the only one who’s making you cum.”
I let out a breathy chuckle, “You’re the only one who ever has.”
someone tag me in spicy regulus black fanfics puhleaseeee, either tag me in ones on here or tell me good ones on A03, I'm willing to rad wattpad ones too but they are usually poorly written and boring
