The smell of parchment and cinnamon filled his nostrils as he snuck into the room. The Gryffindor common room. He recognised the smell of that disgustingly red room anywhere.
Why is he here? You may ask. Well, he isn’t too sure either. He simply couldn’t sleep and wanted to stall around the school.
He assumed he’d be alone.
But he was wrong.
Across him was a dark skinned girl sitting on the couch. She was sobbing into her hands, her cries soft and silent. He tilted his head to the side, trying to guess who it was.
He knew everyone at school. Not personally. But he knew them. He knew everything about everyone. So, it didn’t take long for him to realize it was the one and only Dorcas Meadowes crying.
He sucked in a breath, walking over to the girl.
“You good?” He asks, stopping a few steps behind the brown couch the girl dark skinned girl sat on.
“Does it look like I’m good?” she scowled.
He rolled his eyes. “Forgive me for caring.”
Silence fell between them. She stared at the fire. He stared at her. Both of them didn’t know what to do. Having never interacted, they knew nothing about each other.
Finally, the boy couldn’t tolerate the silence. He hopped over the couch, plopping down next to the girl. He looked over at her, taking in the sight of her holding a nude photo of herself.
”Didn’t like the photo?” Regulus raised a brow, earning a head shake from the girl. Okay, not the photo. Maybe something related to the photo.
“Is it the person that took it?”
She nodded at that. More tears perked in her eyes as she looked down. She raised the sleeve of her red cardigan to wipe them.
Regulus swallowed his saliva. He wasn’t good with comforting people. He had never had to comfort someone. Especially over some.. photo.
He took a deep breath before saying, “What happened?”
“She took the photo and then broke up with me, said I looked ugly.” Dorcas sniffled, glancing back down at the photo of herself.
She was laying down on her bed, completely naked. Her breasts were covered in the marks that her girlfriend had left. Her head was thrown back as she gripped the sheets. It was her in the bliss of having someone eating her out.
What was worse was her unawareness of the photo being taken. She had only recently found out that her girlfriend took photos of her and compared her to other girls she was.
Regulus only furrowed his brows, glancing at the photo again. Ugly? Dorcas fucking Meadowes was ugly? Who in their right mind would think that?
He placed a hand over hers, gently tugging her photo out of her hands. She looked over at him, watching him with a confused face.
“You’re telling me she saw this and called you ugly?” Regulus asked, raising the photo for the girl to see.
She gave him a small nod, looking away from the photo to his eyes. She didn’t want to look at the photo anymore. It made her feel icky.
“She’s not wrong is she?” Dorcas questioned quietly.
“Dorcas, she is bloody wrong,” Regulus scoffed. “You are beautiful. She’s a fool if she can’t see that.”
Dorcas’s lips parted, but no words escaped. She simply stared at him, trying to figure out what to say. What did she say after a guy said she was beautiful?
“But Isabe-“
She was cut off by Regulus. “Show me what she’s talking about,” he said, glancing down at her clothed chest.
Her breath hitched. “Pardon?”
“Show me what she called ugly.”
Dorcas bit her lip, unsure if she should. There was no one around, and she did want to hear the validation that her body wasn’t ugly.
She got up, slowly taking off her robes. She could feel Regulus’s cold gaze on her as she took off her shirt. His eyes trailed down to her jeans as she unzipped them, pulling them down. Now she stood in just her knickers and bra. The raven narrowed his gaze, leaning back as he raised his chin. She gulped, reaching back to slowly undo the clasp of her bra, pushing the material past her shoulders before letting it fall to the ground.
Regulus felt his breath hitch at the sight of her breasts. He could feel his pants getting tighter. The dark, round busts were perfect. Her brown nipples were hard, the cold air brushing against them.
”Spin around for me, Meadowes.” he breathed, sitting back up.
The girl obeyed. She slowly spun around, giving him a full view of her body. He drunk in every inch of her. The soft flesh of her thighs. The scar on the back of her right thigh. Her knickers hugging her round ass perfectly.
“Sit on my lap.” He commanded.
She hesitated. She wasn’t too sure about that. She had only met the guy directly minutes ago. Sitting on his lap sounded too forward.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, D.”
She shook her head, climbing onto his lap, straddling him. She didn’t know what to do with her hands. She just left them at her sides, feeling awkward.
“Can I touch you?” Regulus asked, brushing her braids behind her ears, wanting to see her gorgeous face.
She nodded, causing Regulus to tick. “I need words, honey.” He said with a head shake.
“Yes,” she breathed. “You can touch me.”
With that, he moved his hands up, gently cupping her breasts. His thumbs brushed over her sensitive nipples, sending a shiver down her skin.
“Can I use my mouth?” Regulus looked up at her, his hands still massaging her breasts.
“Yes.”
He lowered his face, keeping his eyes on her as his tongue gently wrapped around her nipple. She bit her bottom lip, watching him gently nibble on the bud before he wrapped his lips around her breast, beginning to suck on it.
A soft moan left her lips as her hands rushed to his hair. Her fingers tangled in his black hair, tugging at the soft hair as he sucked on her breast.
His other hand focused on her other breast. He pinched and played with her nipple. Then he’d fully cup her breast in his large hand, holding it like gold.
“Regulus,” she gasped, grinding against him as he continued to suck on her breasts, switching between the two from time to time.
“You’re telling me she called this ugly?” Regulus whispered, pulling back from her breast with small pop noise.
“You don’t think I’m ugly?”
“Dorcas, you’re perfect. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve seen at this school. What makes you think you are not beautiful?” Regulus raised a brow.
Dorcas looked down shamefully. She didn’t know why. She was always complimented. But the negative ones always seemed to stick out the most. Especially the ones given by people she thought loved her.
His gaze softened. His heart ached at the sight of the girl feeling so bad about herself. He lifted her chin up, caressing her cheek. “Let me show you how beautiful you are.”
Dorcas was desperate to feel loved. To feel desired. The feeling of having someone worship her body was something she yearned for. So, at his words, she nodded.
”Take these off for me.” he said, tugging at the soft material of her white knickers.
It was complicated. Taking off her knickers while sitting on his lap was a process. But she managed to kick them off. She took the white fabric, throwing it into the pile of her clothes.
“Is this your first time?” he asked, rubbing her hip.
“No.” she shook her head. “But I’ve never been with a guy before.”
Regulus let out a small hum. He lifted her up, laying her down on the soft couch before pulling her legs up, spreading them. He lowered himself down till he was face to face with her aching core.
“Can I touch you?” he asked, looking up at her as he placing his hands on her thighs.
“Yes.”
He lowered his finger, gently brushing it up against her slit. He parted her folds, brushing his finger up and down her.
The soft touches made her squirm in desperation. “Please, don’t tease me.” Dorcas begged.
“Shh,” he whispered. “Let me show you how beautiful you are, D.”
He leaned up, capturing her lips in a kiss. A soft moan escaped her lips causing him to smirk into the kiss. His free hand gently cupped her chin, angling her face to deepen the kiss, his tongue seeking entrance. Her lips happily parted for him, allowing him to dominate her mouth.
He freed her chin, slipping his hand to the back of her head, her braids slipping between his fingers. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing to hold, but he could work with it.
Dorcas chased his lips, needy for the attention he showed her while kissing her. All of her past girlfriends only focused on one thing at a time. But he couldn’t keep his hands off her.
Her hands reached his hair once more, tangling into the soft black curls. She massaged his scalp, her tongue battling his for dominance now that she was regaining her confidence.
Regulus’s lips curved up at the her sudden fight for dominance. He knew she was slowly forgetting the words she had just been crying over.
He pulled back, making a trail of kisses down her body. His lips roamed her whole body, soft praises leaving his mouth each time it touched her skin.
“You’re perfect, Dorcas.” he whispered, gently pressing his lips against her belly button before leaving kisses all around that area.
She twitched a bit, giggling as some of the kisses landed on her ticklish areas. He smiled, taking in the beautiful sound coming out of her mouth.
His lips trailed down all the way to her legs before he moved back up. He slid his hands up her sides, cupping her breasts as he leaned down to take the soft skin between his lips.
She moaned softly, moving his hair out of his face. “Your whole body is a sculpture, Meadowes.” Regulus groaned, pulling back to admire her form.
“You belong in a museum,” he moved back down, face to face with her core once more. “Your beauty is extraordinary.”
A soft gasp left her lips when he pushed two fingers in. But it wasn’t that that got her. It was his words. His soft praises that hadn’t stopped since he found out what her (ex) girlfriend had said. And she honestly loved it. She loved the way it made her feel warm inside. The way it made her stomach flip.
“Merlin, you’ve never been fingered?” Regulus murmured, his fingers opening and closing as he slid them in and out of her tight entrance.
She whimpered, shaking her head. “It’s usually oral stuff.”
“Could’ve fooled me and told me you were virgin.” he laughed, stretching her out more as his fingers began to pick up pace.
She moaned, too lost in the pleasure to answer. Her hips bucked up, her body wanting more of the sensation his fingers brought her.
“Patience, baby.” he whispered. “You’ll get me soon, I know you’re desperate to have me inside.”
She held in an eye roll. For a moment she almost forgot he was a stupid Slytherin. But no. Slytherin’s and their big ass egos always reminded everyone why they were in Slytherin.
But she couldn’t care right now. She could deal with his big ego later. Right now she needed him. Needed him more than anything.
She flipped them over, landing on the raven’s abdomen. He looked up at her confused. He didn’t fight back, he simply laid down, allowing her to do as she pleased.
It was her first time seeing a Slytherin give in so easily. Did she really seduce the Regulus Black without trying? Did she really just take control and he didn’t even protest? That was weird.
She looked at him before looking down at their bodies. She gulped, feeling clueless. She didn’t know how to fuck a guy. All the positions she knew were with.. well.. girls. And the Slytherin under her was not a girl.
“A little lost, hm?” he smirked, leaning up to rest on his elbows as he watched her try to figure it out.
She wanted to protest. She wanted to say no. Yet she knew they’d do nothing if she said that. She sighed and nodded. It was a huge punch to her ego.
“Ride me.”
“What?”
“Get on my dick and ride me. It’s like riding a horse, but something is inside of you instead of you brushing against a surface.”
Wow. Forward much. She appreciated that. His clear directions told her how to do it. It helped her not mess up and embarrass herself.
She scoot back, lifting her hips up. He watched her intensely as she lowered herself down, slowly taking his full length inside of her. A soft gasp left her lips as she fully sank down, taking in his whole length.
“Do I move now—“
“No!”
She froze, raising a brow. She didn’t get why he protested so fast. Did he not want this anymore? Did he not want to do this with her?
“You need to wait till you adjust to me. When you feel like having me inside is comfortable, start moving.” he explained, gently rubbing her thigh.
Dorcas nodded. She waited a minute and then another. She wanted to ask how she should feel, but that would only make her look stupid. And she did not want that.
She sucked in a breath, assuming it was time for her to begin moving. She wasn’t sure how she had to feel, but it felt right now.
She slowly began rocking her hips, welcoming in the new sensation. The warm feeling of having something inside of her felt perfect. It was like her body was meant to have something inside.
And then, he whimpered.
She felt the whole world spin. She couldn’t believe it. The Regulus Black. The Regulus Black whimpered. She couldn’t believe she made him whimper. She always saw him as a more.. dominant person. She didn’t think he’d submit and whimper.
She wouldn’t admit that the whimper did things to her. Her walls closed tightly around him, a soft moan leaving her lips as she rocked her hips a little faster.
“Merlin, you’re so tight, Dorcas.” he gasped, his hands scrambling to grab her hips.
He wanted to touch her. He wanted to have his hands all over her. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. Not when she looked this perfect.
Dorcas whimpered, picking up the pace, sending a wave of pleasure through both of them. Regulus felt his breath hitch as her breasts started bouncing due to the picked up pack.
He pulled her down, crashing his lips against hers. She looked beautiful like this. Riding him and letting out pretty noises just for him. He couldn’t keep his mouth or hands off her.
Dorcas moaned into the kiss, moving her hips at a steady pace. She parted her lips, allowing him to push his tongue into her mouth as his hands moved up to tangle in her braids again.
He pulled back from her mouth, kissing down her her sweaty body, moving to her perfect boobs. He began sucking on the flesh, burying his face between them.
He wanted to stay here forever. He wanted to sink into her boobs and stay there. He wanted to die of suffocating by being buried in her.
She shivered, feeling his lips and teeth all over her breasts as he whispered praises. He didn’t stop with the praises. He continued them like a prayer.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“You look stunning riding me.”
“You’re so sexy from this angle.”
“You were made for this. You’re a master already.”
“You look amazing right now.”
“You should see how you look.”
“You’re so good at that.”
His mouth was letting all praises he could think of fly out. Why wouldn’t he? Dorcas was truly perfect. He wanted to remind her that she was absolutely perfection.
Dorcas felt her thighs quiver and shake as a warm feeling started to build up in her stomach. She knew what that was. She was close.
“Regulus,” she gasped. “M’close.”
Regulus smiled, pulling back from her breasts to lay back down. He wanted to see the full view of her perfect body as she reached climax.
“Go on, beautiful.” he encouraged. “Fuck yourself, make yourself cum all over my dick.”
That sent her over the edge. Those simple words were all she needed to be sent over. A soft cry of his name escaped her lips as a warm liquid spilled over his dick, causing him to groan.
“Come on, baby, make me cum.” he whispered, gripping her hips to help her pick up her pace.
She obeyed. She moved her hips against him, riding him like it was her air to breathe. Regulus bucked his hips, moaning as he felt his warm seed shoot into the girl.
She whimpered, feeling herself come again. Her cheeks flushed. She prayed he didn’t notice. She didn’t want anyone to know she came from the sight of seeing him come alone.
Her body slumped against his. She was tired and exhausted. She didn’t think shagging a guy would be this draining. But she also didn’t know it would feel that good.
“Do you feel beautiful now?” he asked softly.
She nodded. “Loads.”
He smiled, leaning forward to gently capture her lips in a soft kiss. “You’ve always been.” he mumbled in between kisses.