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slumber party ( regulus black + reader )

summary: regulus black ends up crashing the slumber party and needless to say, he has other plans for you.

warnings: minors, for the love of all that is good please do not interact: slight innocence kink!, some somnophilia, noncon elements, overall dark content, perverted regulus black, oblivious friends.

word count: 1,515

"regulus! you need to be quiet before my parents hear." pandora scolded him through gritted teeth. the two of you were grabbing onto his arms to pull him up to your window after he had so valiantly made the climb up from the ground. pandora's parents were long asleep by now and were under the impression that you, her, and dorcas were all having a slumber party. an innocent slumber party between the girls. that was, of course, until regulus sent owl after owl begging to come over.

regulus flopped onto the bedroom floor with a thud, using the palm of his hands to pull himself up and the rest of himself through the window. "hey! you try climbing that vine-" regulus objected as pandora closed the window.

"what? crouch and rosier too busy for you?" dorcas laughed, causing a giggle to escape not only your lips but pandora's as well.

"not sure. didn't even ask." regulus announced, he moved over to the edge of pandora's blue bed and sat down beside you. one of his arms went to wrap around your shoulder. it was friendly, and yet, his arm pulled you in close. his fingertips grazed the bare skin of your thigh before resting his arm behind you. his side was touching yours but he didn't even do as much as look at you. "i would much rather be here with you girls to be honest." regulus confessed, his green eyes finally looking down to meet your own. he only caught your eyes for a moment, maybe two, before he looked back to the group of girls.

"yeah, sure. whatever you say, reggie." you quipped lightly, a smile tearing at the corners of your mouth. regulus turned back to you, grey eyes narrowing as you let out a small giggle.

"i'm being serious!" regulus exclaimed, putting his hands up playfully. pandora's eyes narrowing on him. "please, continue what you were doing. i would love to participate." he urged to them.

"no way! y/n was talking about boys-" dorcas was quick to throw you under the bus, chuckling a bit as she did so. you face went pink and your legs were soon brought up to your chest.

"no i wasn't!" you yelped in a failed attempt to defend yourself and get your friends to shut their fucking mouths'.

"okay fine she was talking about a boy-" pandora chimed in you grabbed a near by stuffy on her bed and threw it at her head. the blonde dodged only to snicker.

"a boy?" regulus questioned, raising one of his slender eyebrows. "what's this boys name?" regulus question, he was seething with obvious jealousy and you were sulking in embarrassment.

"there's no boy- can we please just talk about something else?" you were practically begging your friends at this point. the sides of your face were turning practically as pink as your pajamas. regulus's eyes did not move from you, his dark wisps of hair falling in his face practically begging you for an answer with his eyes.

"fine, fine. we were going to make hex bags. you can help." pandora insisted to him before moving to the side of the room to grab supplies. your face was still pink from the embarrassment, knowing before regulus you were talking about him. more or less, gushing over those dark eyes before he game scaling the side of pandora's house.

the four of you had spent many of hours of the night eating pumpkin cakes and making hex bags. regulus was by your side the entire time. his arm would sometimes slip behind you, his breath would brush against the bare skin of your shoulders or the back of your neck. regulus couldn't seem to keep his eyes off you in your little sleep set the entire night. this was perhaps the first time he had seen you in something so revealing before. regulus would sometimes allow his fingers to dance gently across the skin of your thighs as he reached for something, just to get a feeling of your soft skin. it was rare he was able to find access to your thighs without being obvious he was doing so, especially with them being exposed as they were tonight.

when the late hours of the night passed there was an agreeance to get some rest. the sun had set long ago and regulus found you yawning every now again in conversation. pandora and dorcas were sleeping on her twin bed, bundled in their own blankets with their head towards the others feet. you and regulus were sleeping on the floor, however, covered in blankets and pillows regulus was so close to you. he would watch as you welcomed slumber quickly, snoozing off innocently.

he would wait though, until an hour passed. making sure everyone had been deep in their own sleep. in an ideal situation pandora and dorcas wouldn't be here, but the opportunity to get close to you presented itself and regulus couldn't refuse. especially now, so close he could touch you. the slytherin boy slid himself closer to you slightly. your bodies nearly touching as regulus slid his hand into the waist band of his pants. he could feel himself growing tender just by the sent of your hair. regulus breathed your sent in again as you slept soundly. with a hand wrapped around the base of his cock regulus began to feverishly pump himself in his own pants.

the black haired boy knew he would be thinking about you in these little pink shorts for weeks to come. that the very curvature of your ass was enough to take him, but the fact he could see your tender nipples poking through the silk of the top? that was enough to milk regulus dry. he had remembered the first time he was able to get a look up your skirt. when he had dropped a pencil by accident and gotten a single glance at your clothed cunt through your plush thighs. he thought of it each night, wishing he could live under your skirt. regulus let out a little grunt it was soft and quiet not enough to wake anyone but enough for him to scold himself. regulus knew he should just look at you, watch your breathing as your tits rose and fall, look at the bit of your ass that was falling from your little shorts. but temptation was getting the best of him. he figured, he could touch you, only if he had been gentle about it. not to wake you. even in his own lustful state he understood the gravity of what he was doing but he couldn't seem to help himself. not when he lusted for you day and night.

regulus allowed his nimble finger tips to dance across the skin of your stomach reaching under the silk of your shirt. carefully his finger tips traveled over your perky nipples. he had to bite his own lip as he throbbed in his pants and into his own hand, which was no pumping harder then before. regulus's eyes moved in the dark to make sure you were still asleep, your hadn't even twitched. regulus soon allowed his fingers move to the waist band of your little sleep shorts. he knew he shouldn't, but you were out cold and despite his better judgement he couldn't resist himself.

regulus allowed his fingers to slide down the waist band of your shorts grunting slightly as the tips of his fingers met your warm cunt. you weren't even wearing any underwear. not so innocent after all, regulus thought to himself. the tip of his fingers made their way to your warm folds, his hand pumping faster as he realized you were already wet. "fuck," regulus grumbled beneath his own breath. his fingers pushed past your folds and made their way quickly to your clit, rubbing little circles into your clit. regulus could feel himself at the brink of his own orgasm, as he could feel the wetness of your cunt slick around his fingers, his eyes watching as your face contorted in your sleep to the feeling of his fingers, and his own lust only growing.

regulus didn't even realize how fast he begun to move his fingers around your clit, as he did so at the pace of his own fist around his cock. chasing his own high. you were moaning in your sleepy, quiet little moans, that only made regulus more feverish. regulus would reach his own orgasm, cumming in his own pants as he removed his fingers from within you and brought them to his lips. you tasted sweet. regulus had decided then and there he would put his face in that cunt of yours if it was the very last thing he ever did.

regulus was just about to turn over and finally get some rest now that he was covered in his own cum, when he heard a voice, your voice. it was no more then a mumble but you were speaking to him. "reggie, why did you stop?"

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regulussimp444 · 2 years

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Sanctify Me 18+

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Summary: You find Regulus’ punishment book and you’re determined to be the first name on the list.

Warnings: daddy regulus 😌 , brief masturbation, spanking, degradation, spit kink, choking, pining, reggie simultaneously being daddy af and the biggest softie all 4 u<<3

Word Count: 2.2k+

Authors Note: my first shot at regulus smut, hope you guys enjoy ❤️ thanks love for inspiring this I almost spontaneously combusted writing it. Part two will come in a day or two I work the next two days but will try to write on lunch and when I get home xoxo lemme know what u think I’m nervous about this one. Gif credit to @/samwinchsters

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You had been itching to get in trouble. For weeks. Just so you could finally watch him put your name in that book. THE book that you had found while snooping around in his room one day. The black leather book with gold writing that read “The Punishment Book”. You had ran your fingers over it, marveling at the blank pages. You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. What you would do to act out, what he would do to punish you. You would never admit to how much you loved when he punished you. You were afraid that if he heard that, he would stop. You didn’t want it to ever stop. You had been so innocent when you had first met, but he loved to ruin you. And ruin you he had. Many times. Now your mind was perverse. You were a glutton for him.

So here you sat, back propped up against a couple of pillows on his bed. He knew you might be there, but not like this. Nothing but one of his shirts clad on your body, legs spread wide, your flimsy panties pulled to the side. Your fingers worked against your clit, rubbing slow circles. You closed your eyes and dipped your head back. Only when you heard him enter the room did you let out a quiet and drawn out “Reggie.”

“Oh fuck.” You heard him breathe quietly. You pretended not to hear him and simply rutted your hips forward into your fingers, mouth parting open. “Babydoll, what are you doing?” His voice was turning dark now and it made you clench around nothing, desperately craving his fingers. You loved when he called you that, especially when he said it like that.

You feigned a startled expression when your gaze met his presence and you tugged the shirt down to barely cover your glistening heat. “Regulus!” You squeaked “You’re back early! I thought you had class!”

“I told you it would be a short class today.” He stepped forward, slipping off his shoes as he did so. “Did you forget because you were so busy being a bad girl? Doing bad things without my permission?” Regulus stepped even closer to the bed now.

You swallowed thickly. “I-I’m sorry, Reggie…” Your eyes were glued to him and they looked pleading. He paced around, ignoring your gaze as he thought of how to deal with you.

“I’m not buying it.” He scoffed, finally turning to face you. “Look at you, being such a little whore. And in my bed, no less.” Finally a smirk you had been waiting for spread across his features and his eyes darkened further.

His knee pressed against the bed as his eyes narrowed at you. “Come here.” It was an order. One that you obeyed. You perched yourself in front of him, sitting on your knees in front of him. You were so close you could smell the scent that was so uniquely Regulus Black. You didn’t speak. You knew he had more to say.

“What would happen if someone came in here that wasn’t me?” His hand reached forward to run along your exposed thigh, up your chest and all the way until he was wrapping a large hand around your throat. He squeezed the sides gently. Your eyes fought to not roll to the back of your head in ecstasy. “You know the other Slytherin boys love to pull stupid pranks on me. What if one of them had seen you like this?”

“Open.” Regulus asserted. You tried not to seem too excited about it as you tipped your head back and presented your mouth for him, tongue spread forward. Suddenly he was spitting into your waiting mouth, a trail of saliva dripping into the inviting cavern. You knew he only did that now because he needed to feel like you were truly his. You belong to him. He wanted you to know. What better way to make sure you knew you were his than with a mouth full of his DNA?

Regulus watched you intently as you swallowed before he continued.

“What would I do, if someone else saw you like this?” Regulus asked and when you didn’t answer him he spoke again. He waited for you to, but you didn’t. You wanted him to be angry. “Answer me!” The fire in his voice gave you goosebumps.

“Reggie, I-..” you tried to think of an excuse but you couldn’t. You wanted this so bad and it had all been a rouse. How could you answer that? You knew what he wanted was an apology. “I’m sorry.”

“Uh-uh. You know sorry doesn’t fix it, you little minx.” He released his grip on your throat and nearly pushed you back into the blush blanket. “Take that off.”

“Yes, sir.” You peeped out, nodding quickly as your hands dipped down to tug off the shirt you wore that belonged to him.

“Shut up.” Was all he said as he turned from the bed and went to his writing desk, searching for what you so desperately coveted. What he didn’t know that you had knowledge of. What would be the punishment if he had found out you had been snooping around in his fun things? Your mouth quickly closed and he made his way back to where you were once again sat for him, awaiting his word and his word alone.

“You are such a bad girl that I had to get something to keep track of you because I cannot keep up.” Regulus showed you the book. The Punishment Book. You reached out to touch it and he pushed your hand away. “Only good girls get to touch it.” You nodded in understanding.

“Do you know what that means?” Regulus mused, pushing a piece of hair behind your shoulder. You shuddered but kept quiet, shaking your head.

“You need to be sanctified.”

A whimper bubbled from your throat at the very word. “Reggie, please..” you whined “Sanctify me. I’m so bad, please! I want to be good for you!” Hearing the word from you this time made his cock grow harder in his slacks. He knew it would be hard not to give in and fuck you to tears.

“I said shut up!” He barked “Speak only when I tell you.” You whimpered loudly and he tossed the book onto the bed before he took a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Come here.” He beckoned you closer and you did as you were told. You crawled over to where he sat and laid yourself over his lap without needing to be told.

“Eager slut, you’re getting ahead of yourself, hm?” Regulus chuckled at the fact that months before you were shy when it came to spankings. But now you seemed gleeful to bend yourself over his knee. He groaned quietly and grazed his hands over the expanse of your ass, taking a moment to run his fingers under the hem of your panties. He pulled them back from where they were pushed to the side. He cinched together the fabric and pulled hard upwards, the cloth grinded against your clit deliciously. Your hips oscillated into the feeling and he immediately shoved your hips back down into place. “These just won’t do, for the things I plan to do to you.” Regulus finally pulled down the panties to above your knees where they threatened to fall down your legs and to the floor.

Your favorite was soon to come you knew it. You felt yourself dampen at the idea of it. “Please, oh please, don’t!” A lie. You both knew it was. Your mouth watered at the thought. “I don’t want it.”

“What did I say?” He sounded annoyed but you both knew he was far from it, this time it was punctuated with a harsh slap against your cheek and you gasped hard, nearly choking on air. This wasn’t pleasing to him so he slipped a finger into your mouth to force you to be quiet. “What did I just say? You just can’t help but disobey can you?”

You didn’t answer him, you just turned around to look at him, tears stinging in the corners of your eyes. “How many spankings do you think you deserve?” He questioned, rubbing his hand over the soft skin that had just been struck.

“30?” He mused and raised the number “40?” Regulus pinched down on the skin and you yelped out. He sucked his teeth at your reaction, an antagonizing clicking sound followed from the tip of his tongue. It sounded like he was waiting for you to speak.

Deciding that this warranted a response, you spoke up “No less than 50, daddy! I’ve been so bad. Need you to make me pure again. Want you to hurt me.”

His heart fluttered in his chest at your response. Regulus loved that he made you this way. This willing to let him do whatever he pleases. Truth be told, he would let you also do whatever you pleased to him. But you enjoyed him being in control far too much to protest his wishes most of the time.

“Listen to you,” he cooed “so desperate.” Your moaned out loud but it was muffled by his fingers. He shoved another one in beside it and you suckled against his skin, gagging quietly when they brushed against the back of your throat.

Before you could do anything a large hand was stringing your opposite cheek and you pushed your hips backwards into the pain. You whimpered and swallowed around his fingers as you attempted to cry out. Regulus opted for his hands because quite honestly, he wanted to leave his mark. Sure, he could use his favorite paddle, a crop or maybe his flogger. None of those things would mark you as his. A handprint was second to a John Hancock. He wanted to leave you red for days, the red skin outlining the map of his love for you. If anyone tried to get a look at your ass, they would see the hand of your lover. The hand belonging to Regulus Black. The very thought of marking you as his made him want to abandon all ships and abandon all of his principles and fuck you right then. But he had a lesson to teach.

Smack. Another strike to your ass. “How many was that?” Regulus cooed, giving you permission to speak. Before you could he had to pull the obstruction out and he marveled at the way you sputtered around his fingers as they were pulled from your pretty mouth.

“Three, sir!” You cried out and desperately wiggled your hips, trying to tempt him to give you more. “Another, please!”

The last comment earned you another spank and this time it was harder than the other ones.

“Oh, baby, I thought you didn’t want this, hm?” Another strike against your soft skin followed his teasing words. “Now you’re begging for it.”

You moaned at the filthy content of his words and you meekly attempted to rub your thighs together to get some friction going. “Feels good now, just want you.”

He spanked you once more. “Did I say you could speak?” And then another. Around fifteen different strikes so far and at this point you couldn’t speak at all. You were a gasping, whimpering mess in his lap. Regulus relished in the fact that you were nearly dripping, your arousal evident as it seeped down your thighs.

“That’s what I thought.” He tsked, watching your reaction as he brushed the pad of his thumb across your slick clit, a long and desperate mewl followed. “My little whore.”

He spanked you once more, “How many now?” He questioned, his freehand coming to rub along your back in comforting circles.

Regulus wasn’t happy when you didn’t answer so he spanked you even harder one time to get your attention. “I asked you a question.” You had been in a pleasured and pained daze when he pulled you out of it.

“25!” You gasped out, hands gripping his pants so hard your knuckles turned white. He hummed in response and carefully ran his hands over your red ass, admiring his handiwork. You pushed your hips upwards, a silent beg for more which he was more than happy to provide. Until you reached around spank 43.

“I think that’s enough, baby.” He murmured sweetly, tone turning softer when his eyes caught yours, filled with tears. “Do you think you’ve had enough?”

You shook your head fervently. “No, more! Please.” You whimpered and tugged at his slacks. This made him chuckle and he smacked your ass one time. The wince that wracked through your body was enough for him to deny you, as much as he hated it. “I want you.” You wanted your name in his book. You wanted to be good for him. You wanted to be the only name in his book.

“I think you’ve had enough. I don’t want to completely wreck you.” His voice was almost completely different than before. Maybe it’s because of the tears that streaked your face or the raw and bruised flesh of your ass, speckled with bursted vessels.

Regulus was so used to being extremely dominant but sometimes when it came to you, he couldn’t take it for too long before he was turning into the most gentle man on the planet.

You, however, were on a mission. One that you were still determined to win. Before he could process anything you were scrambling in his lap, to face him. You made sure to press your body against his hard as you did so, your wet heat grinding against him, dampening his slacks. You swore you could feel his cock twitch underneath you when you spoke the words “I want you to completely wreck me.”

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