wrath ; regulus black

twenty-two. *

Warmth.

Viviana was engulfed in a large blanket of warmth when she woke; Regulus's arms were wrapped tightly around her body pulling her close to his body heat. Her body had somehow found its way to sleep directly on top of him throughout the night. One of his arms had been wrapped around her waist as the pair slept, and his other hand rested gently on her ass throughout the evening.

She felt her face go hot realizing her crotch was laying directly on top of his crotch; to make matters even better she could feel his bulge beginning to harden beneath her.

She groaned, grabbing ahold of her head as the memories of last night came flooding in; the whiskey, the red-headed girl she had made out with half-naked atop the table, and god only knew what she had said to Regulus once they were alone. She prayed it was nothing too incredibly embarrassing.

Snores echoed throughout the dormitory; however, none were coming from Regulus. She looked around seeing three other boys sleeping a few feet away. She clenched her jaw realizing that they had to have stumbled in last evening to see her embarrassingly sprawled atop of his body.

Her attention returned to Regulus as his hand had suddenly moved from atop her (well his) shirt, to her bare waist. She gulped before looking at him. He was definitely wide awake, the rock-hard bulge beneath her panties pushing eagerly into her.

Grinning, she dipped her head back down to his neck. Viviana was careful when planting wet open-mouthed kisses on his neck; she made sure to be as quiet as possible with her lips against his cold skin. She felt him gulp a few times, the hand around her ass squeezing harder the lower her kisses trailed.

She ran her fingers through her hair, flipping the locks onto one side of her neck. She looked up at him through her eyelashes as her kisses had now descended toward his torso. And lower. And lower.

His chest began to rise and fall much quicker as she reached the waistband of his boxers. She fiddled with the band for a moment before crawling back up toward his face, leaving a wet kiss on his lips this time.

Viviana still straddled his hard bulge. She looked around the room at the other sleeping boys, he shared a room with Rosier, Avery, and Barty Crouch Jr. She could not begin to fathom how noisy this room got at night.

He grabbed a hold of the back of her neck, pulling her face back up toward his eye level. "Are you sure you can be quiet?"

Viviana nodded, her breath hitching as the hand around the back of her neck loosened. His hand instead grabbed firmly around her neck, keeping her in place above his face. His eyes flickered down to her chest noticing how fast it had begun to rise and fall even though he had not even touched her yet.

"You sure about that?" He whispered, his gaze returning to her.

Viviana rolled her eyes before replying, "Are you sure you can?"

She sat up on top of him, her panties peeking out from beneath his shirt. She bit her lip feeling how hard his clothed bulge was eagerly pressing into her; Viviana hadn't the slightest clue how she was going to do this without making any noise.

His thumb began to trace circles above her panties, directly pressing into her clit. Her lips parted as his circles sped up above her panties; his eyes were fixated on her face, examining how she practically crumbled underneath his touch.

He pulled her thong to the side, sliding two fingers up and down her wet folds. She knew there was no way she could do this; her nails were already digging into his stomach, and she was having to swallow back a moan. And, he hadn't even been inside of her yet.

She grabbed ahold of the waistband of his boxers, eagerly jerking them down a few inches. She did not care about taking them all the way off, she just needed him inside of her. Right now.

He grabbed a hold of his throbbing cock sliding his head up and down her folds. His grin had spread from ear to ear watching how impatient she was becoming.

With a quick roll of her eyes, she took matters into her own hands. Literally. She shoved his hand away, grabbing ahold of his shaft and aligning it with her entrance. Slowly she sat down on top of his erection, her lips ajar as she felt him push deep into her core. She swore she could feel his length halfway into her torso.

She rolled her hips upward slowly, allowing his tip to come back to her folds, and then sunk back lower allowing him to hit deep in her core. Again. And again.

Viviana had to ride him slowly to ensure the bed did not creak and wake up the three sleeping boys beside them. She was also so wet with each movement a smacking noise threatened to fill the room; if she rode him too fast this noise would accompany the creaking of the bed.

His hands slipped beneath her shirt, roughly grabbing ahold of her breasts. She whimpered, her eyes going wide and looking down at him as if it were her fault. He smirked, pulling his index finger to his lip and telling her to shush.

He continued to grope her breasts beneath her shirt as she rocked her hips harder against him, making sure not to be too rough. The bed slamming against the wall was the last thing she wanted.

The sight of him beneath her caused her stomach to tighten in pleasure; his jaw was hanging low as he stared up at her in awe. He looked as though he were mesmerized by the way she looked while riding him.

She slipped her hand beneath her own shirt, intertwining both of her hands with his. She rested both of their hands atop her thighs as she continued to grind her hips against his; the friction between their legs intensifying with every movement. His gaze was fixated between her legs and how her thighs tensed up every time she rocked against his shaft.

Her breath was beginning to speed up and her bouncing had become a little faster than before; she wanted so badly to give in and wake the three up. She wanted to lay on the bed, crying out his name, as he did anything he wished to her cunt.

Squeak.

Her face went pink, and his eyes narrowed on her as the bed creaked from how sloppy her riding was getting. She looked around the room, continuing to rock against him, luckily no one had woken up.

He released his tight grip on her hands, placing them over her thighs and holding his body still. She was panting, waiting for the friction to continue again. He lifted his hips upward, pushing back into her core, making sure to be careful with the squeaky bed.

His hands. She felt naked without his hands intertwined around his.

He seemed to feel the same. He intertwined his hands with hers before returning them to her thighs, holding her steady as he thrust deep into her.

Her head tilted back a little, feeling the intense buildup in her stomach beginning to overfill. She made sure, no matter how far she arched her back and tilted her head toward the ceiling, she was still able to see his face. His face was all she needed to be sent over the edge. He bit her lip watching as she was sent over the edge; her core clenched tight around his shaft as he continued to thrust up into her. Her grasp on his fingers tightened as her body trembled and a few streaks of her own cream slid out of her onto his cock.

He thrust around three more times inside of her, making sure they were hard and rough. The bed squeaked with each of these final thrusts, but neither Regulus nor Viviana cared anymore. With a few heavy breaths, she felt a few droplets of warm liquid slip inside of her before he pulled his shaft out, squirting the rest in between her thighs.

She panted as she collapsed back onto the bed beside him. Even after a few minutes, she could still feel her core contracting as he held her against his sweaty chest. His chest vibrated as he spoke, "You were not quiet."

"Neither were you."

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