#jegulus kinktober

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jegulus vampire!au / day 5 of @jeguluskinktoberr

“a taste of sunlight.”

[san-marlenes-version]

jegulus kinktober day 1!

@jeguluskinktoberr

NSFW!!!

“Come on baby, just take it a little bit deeper,” James coos, as he pushes his cock deeper into the tight wet heat of his best friend’s little brother’s mouth. “Such a good boy on his knees for me.”

Regulus gags as James pushes in deeper, hitting the back off the smaller boy’s throat.

Tears streaming down his face, James doesn’t think Regulus has ever looked so damn handsome. His mascara all smudged as he gags and drools all over James’ cock.

“Fuck baby boy, I’m close,” James pants, pushing his cock somehow deeper into Regulus’ mouth, so the younger boy’s nose is buried in the bush of James’ pubes. “Daddy’s got you.” James buries his hands into Regulus’ hair.

A cock deep in his mouth, Regulus simply moans, sending James over the edge, spilling into his husband’s mouth.

“Fucking hell, Reg,” James pants, pulling out and dropping to his knees next to Regulus’ trembling form. “That was… epic.”

“Epic?” Regulus asks, his voice raw. “You fucking dork.”

[bibixiz]

im choosing the absolute worst time to begin posting (law midterms) but i couldn't miss jegulus kinktober

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@jeguluskinktoberr / day 4 / blindfolded / explicit / 328 words

This was a bad idea. Regulus clearly hadn't thought it through. It was a moment of poor judgment, an incredibly weak and stupid idea to allow James Potter to show him how to do a blow job. How had a self deprecating joke turned into being blindfolded and pressed against a wall in an empty classroom. 

“You always carry that with you?” He asked James when he suggested that Regulus could be blindfolded so he could think about whoever he wanted and not James when he went down on him.

“It’s for napping, I have never used it for this before.” James had replied before locking the room. 

Now, Regulus could barely remember his own name. James’ calloused hands were holding him so tightly he swore they would leave a mark. He wanted it. Regulus' entire body was at James’ mercy, for the first time he knew what a quiet mind was like, his body was overwhelmed with every single trace of James’ mouth around his length. 

He could only think about James’ soft lips, swollen and red, eager to keep taking more and more, deeper. Regulus was desperate to see him. There was no one else that could ever make Regulus feel the way James did. 

“Jamie,” he whispered, taking the blindfold off. 

James tilted his head up, looking through his lashes, his tongue still pressing against Regulus’ cock.

“I want to see you.” Regulus ran his fingers through his hair and pulled it slightly, just enough to witness how something in James shifted when Regulus voiced his desire. 

When James continued it was different, slower, as if James was allowing him to taste Regulus without fear that it would be the last time. Regulus watched attentively.

“Jamie.” And the man gave him more. 

“Jamie,” he whimpered again and James was hungry and devoted in every stroke as Regulus came undone. 

Regulus gently brushed the remains around James’ lips with his thumb, “Now let me do it.”

[supernova-stardust]

No One Has To Know What We Do

jegulus | 18+ | 5,602 words | kinktober submission

@jeguluskinktoberr day 26 - mirror sex

Regulus has worked his entire life to earn a spot at Juilliard in their ballet program, but one day he's late to class and is forced to teach the Columbia football team their monthly ballet lesson. Enter James Potter: handsome, cocky, and annoying. Obviously, Regulus hates him immediately and can't resist his charm.

OR

Regulus and James hook up in the ballet studio after class and make a mess of the mirror (and each other).

This fic was written specifically for Jegulus Kinktober 2024 and contains the following prompts:

cunnilingus/deep throating, marking, impact play, semi-public sex, punishments, praise kink, mirror sex, breathplay

entire fic after the break or read on ao3, minors: dni

Regulus had never been late to class in his entire life. In fact, he typically showed up at least a half hour early to warm up, stretch, and make sure that he always got his favorite spot at the barre. Ballet was a wonderful discipline and he prided himself on being the most disciplined. He was never, ever late. That’s part of what had earned him his spot here in the first place. Very few people made it to the college level for ballet, let alone men. Nevermind Juilliard. He had goals, namely to be a part of the NYC Ballet Company and perform until he physically couldn’t anymore.

And so, the fact that he was running late today felt so unreal, it was like an out-of-body experience. Of course every single thing that could have gone wrong did go wrong and as he entered the room huffing out of breath with everyone staring at him, he knew that he was in for the worst class of his life.

“Lovely of you to join us, Regulus. I was just telling everyone who arrived on time that the studio will be closed to private practices this evening to allow the Columbia football team to have their monthly lesson,” his instructor explained as he set his belongings down on the floor in the corner and made his way to the barre. Thankfully, his spot was empty. Dancers were creatures of habit after all. “I was going to ask for a volunteer to stay tonight and teach their lesson, but since you’re late, I believe you should have the energy to stay late today.”

Fuck. Of course the only time he was late he would get saddled with teaching the football jocks. It was well known that none of them took their lessons seriously.

“Of course, I’d be happy to stay,” he said instead of voicing his honest thoughts. He’d rather drown himself than stay late for people who didn’t even respect the work they did, but saying no wasn’t exactly an option if he wanted to maintain his instructor's respect.

***

As the football team filed into the studio, Regulus felt more nervous and exposed than he expected. Growing up, he always knew he was a man. He started testosterone the moment he turned eighteen, despite his parents disowning him for it and in his everyday life he never thought about ‘passing’ anymore. He rarely, if ever, experienced dysphoria anymore. No one he knew before transitioning went to university with him and really the only person who knew and he saw regularly was his older brother, Sirius. Despite all of that, being surrounded by muscular and extremely masculine men had him questioning his ability to 'pass' for the first time in a long time. Every guy who walked in made him feel more and more self conscious. His body was toned and muscular, he couldn’t dance for hours on end if he wasn’t fit, but where he was all lithe limbs and grace, these men were bulky muscles, sharp jawlines, and reminded him of the picture-perfect portrayal of masculinity. 

“Please spread yourselves out on the barre along the wall and stretch while we wait for everyone to arrive,” Regulus announced. He heard murmurings of jokes and complaints but didn't deign them important enough to respond. He scrolled through the music app on his phone, searching for his preferred playlist that he listened to for warmups when he was alone. He hoped that it worked well enough for the class today, but figured that the jocks in the room wouldn’t notice if it didn’t anyway. As he connected his phone to the bluetooth speaker in the studio, a man with dark, messy hair and richly tanned skin ambled into the studio. The man’s warm brown eyes crinkled behind golden framed glasses as he laughed loudly at something one of his teammates said as they came into the studio together, not caring about the etiquette of staying quiet in the studio to avoid disruptions.

Regulus hated him immediately.

The two men shoved at each other a bit before Regulus cleared his throat. The two of them froze and looked at him, the one wearing glasses raking his eyes up and down Regulus’ body. “There’s a time and place for… whatever it is you’re doing,” Regulus snapped at them. “This is neither. Please, take a spot at the barre so we can get class started. Might I remind you that this is a requirement for your training and your coach relies on my feedback to know whether or not you're participating properly.”

They went completely stone-faced and found their ways to the barre at Regulus' scolding, clearly wanting to make sure that they didn't need to repeat this lesson in order to continue to be a part of the team. Regulus went through the motions of showing the team a very basic combination to start and pressed play on the music. “Five, six, seven, eight,” he counted out and led the class into their warmup. Once he was sure that they had the basic combination down, he began making his rounds down the barre, offering subtle corrections and moving their bodies as needed. When Regulus made his way to the man with the golden skin and messy hair, he placed his hands on his hips and adjusted him properly.

“At least ask my name first, love,” the man joked, his eyes crinkling in that annoyingly cute way as he smiled wide. 

“Does it matter? Neither of us wants to be here,” Regulus retorted.

“Aw, c’mon. You don’t know that.” He tilted his hips again and Regulus swore it was intentional. “My name’s James, by the way.”

“James, you know what I want you to do?” Regulus asked as he corrected his hips again.

“What’s that, love?”

“Shut up and hold your hips properly.”

James hummed and looked as though he’s deep in thought for a moment before he replied. “I’d prefer if you held them, I think.” 

His teammate behind him at the barre stifled a laugh and looked away quickly when Regulus glared at him. Regulus groaned in annoyance and walked away, figuring that ignoring him was the better option for class to be able to continue with as few disruptions as possible.

After what Regulus swore was the longest hour of his life, he dismissed the class and informed them that he would be emailing their coach to confirm that they all completed the class and to schedule their time for the following month. The men all nodded and said their thanks as they grabbed their belongings and shuffled out the door. All except for one. When only Regulus and James remained in the studio, Regulus walked over to his bag on the floor and pulled on his oversized sweater and baggy sweatpants. He sat on the floor and peeled his black ballet shoes off his feet while watching James standing in the middle of the studio. His entire life he’d been under a microscope, having his body analyzed and critiqued for every slight imperfection, but he’d never felt more heavily scrutinized than while James was staring at him alone in this space. 

“You can leave now,” Regulus snapped. After ten hours in the studio, he was ready to leave and he didn’t want to entertain this immature man any longer than he had to.

“I just— You never told me your name.”

“That was intentional.”

James stepped closer to him and while normally being alone with a man like this might make him uncomfortable, Regulus couldn’t help but feel drawn to everything about him, his casual confidence pulling him in. If they were in different circumstances and had met in a more controlled setting where Regulus could make sure that he was cool with the fact that he was trans before any flirting happened, Regulus might have even wanted to date this annoying man. Or at least fuck him. He hated James for it.

“Are you really gonna make me beg? I’m not above getting on my knees, you know.”

Fucking hell, this guy.

“Regulus.”

The corner of James’ mouth quirked up in a smirk and he took another step closer. “Regulus,” he said in a way that made his name sound like sin. “I’ve never met anyone named Regulus before. A unique name for a unique beauty.”

Regulus scoffed as he stood, grabbing his bag and slipping on his slides as he tried to step around James. “Thanks. Picked it out myself. Are you done? I’d like to go home now.”

“Picked it out— oh, that’s cool.” James stepped into his path and walked backwards as Regulus continued walking towards the door as if James wasn't even there. When they reached the door, James pressed his back to it and smiled down at him. “Look, I’m gonna be really honest with you, I think you’re hot.”

Regulus glared at him in response, crossing his arms and pushing his weight into one hip. He said nothing while James seemed to squirm under his cold eyes before continuing on.

“I, uh, I don’t date,” James explained. “Too busy between football, school, friends, and work. Feels rude to demand someone’s attention when I can’t give them mine.”

“I have a hard time believing you care about being rude.”

“Says the meanest guy I’ve ever met, I mean, fuck. You didn’t even give me a chance to— anyway, you’re hot. For some reason, I think I’m into the whole mean thing. We’re here all alone and I’m sure you’re the one with the keys to lock up.”

“Are you trying to hook up with me?” Regulus raised an eyebrow in question.

“Are you flattered?”

“No.”

“Oh, come on,” James whined as he banged his head on the door behind him. “Have you ever had a hot quarterback want to fuck you in the dance studio? You can’t honestly tell me you didn’t think about it at all during that class. You had us all bent over, for fuck’s sake.”

“This is a learning environment,” Regulus replied. “I’m a professional, you know.” He refused to admit that he absolutely was staring at James’ ass every time he passed by, but now he wondered if the man had seen him in the mirrors lining the walls.

“Please, you’re not as subtle as you think.”

Regulus’ cheeks turned pink at that and he felt the blush all the way to his ears.

“I’ll move so we can both go home if you can honestly tell me that you don’t want to hook up. But I have a feeling that you want this as badly as I do.”

The silence that stretched between them was charged with desire. As much as he hated the guy, Regulus wanted James so badly it hurt. But he was also terrified of, well, everything. Being a gay trans man came with a lot of disclaimers beforehand, in his experience. He tried to hint at the fact that he was trans earlier and James said he was cool, but did he really know what he was getting himself into by continuing to hit on Regulus? If he told James outright, would he be safe here alone with him? 

Regulus let out a shaky breath before he spoke again. “I— I don’t usually hook up like this.”

“It’s fine, it can stay between us.”

Oh, why did that hurt? Why didn’t he want to be kept as a dirty little secret? What was it about James that made him… want? He’d never wanted anyone like this before. 

“It’s not that, It’s— I’m trans.”

“Okay?” James’ eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Don't take this the wrong way, but I’m not sure why that matters?”

Regulus gaped at him, unsure how to even respond to the confusing man before him.

“I think you’re hot,” James continued, saving Regulus from having to formulate a response. “I’m pretty sure you think I’m hot, though you haven’t admitted it. If I was a more self conscious man, I might feel a bit inadequate if I’m honest. We’re young and we have this place to ourselves for the night. I’m clean too, if you were wondering.”

“I’m clean,” Regulus responded without processing the rest of what James just said. 

James smiled at that. “So?”

“So?”

“You want to go home or can I kiss you already?”

Regulus dropped his bag on the floor next to him with a loud thud and crashed his lips onto James’, crowding his body against the door. Their first kiss was a cruel thing, the building energy between them finally boiling over into something physical. James’ arms wrapped around Regulus, one snaking down to his lower back and the other gripping the nape of his neck. When Regulus brushed his tongue along the seam of James’ lips, he opened for him and Regulus allowed himself to indulge in exploring James’ mouth.

Regulus reached a hand down towards the knob of the studio door near James’ hip and clicked the lock in place while they continued kissing. He felt James smirk against his mouth and pulled back, glaring at the taller man he had pinned against the wall with his body.

“What?” Regulus snapped. He would never admit it outloud, but really wasn’t sure why this man’s cocky attitude was so attractive. That smirk on his face made him melt and Regulus knew that he was in for a world of hurt after this was all over and James wanted nothing to do with him again.

“Planning on more than a kiss?”

“You were the one who—”

“I know, shh, I’m just teasing.” James placed a quick peck on Regulus’ lips. “I feel like I’m pushing my luck here by asking, but do you have a condom?”

Regulus felt his face heat. He normally wasn’t embarrassed by sex, honestly. There was just something about this Adonis of a man trapped against the door in front of him asking him for a condom that felt like an out-of-body experience. “Uh, I think so, let me check.” He dropped down to his knees and rifled through his bag, trying to ignore the heavy weight of James’ gaze on him. When he found the condom, he grabbed it and looked up, holding the condom up like a prize. James’ eyes were heavy with desire and when Regulus went to stand up, James buried a hand into his hair to hold him in place. 

“You look so pretty on your knees, Regulus.”

“I’d look prettier with your cock in my mouth.”

“Oh,” James tightened his grip in his hair and Regulus let out a wanton moan at the feeling. “You are a good boy, aren’t you?”

Regulus hummed in response and reached for the waistband of James’ shorts, tugging them and his boxers down just low enough to free his hard cock. Regulus leaned forward against the resistance of the hand buried in his hair and lapped at the precum beading at the tip. James groaned at the feeling and pumped himself a couple of times in front of Regulus’ face. Regulus raised himself up higher on his knees and dragged his hands up under James’ shirt, feeling the hard muscles of his abdomen and back before he licked at a vein along the underside of his cock and then sucked him into the back of his throat, taking as much of him in his mouth as possible. 

He bobbed his head a few times, relishing at the feeling of James’ hand threaded in his dark curls guiding his movements, then pulled back and ran his tongue up his entire length. He swirled his tongue around the tip once, twice, then pushed his tongue at the slit, moaning at the unique salty taste that was James. When he looked up under hooded eyes, they locked eyes and James gave him a pleased smile.

“Fuck,” James breathed. “You’re so good for me, you do look so pretty just like this, I knew you would. Can you be such a good boy and let me fuck your throat, hm?”

Regulus squirmed as he opened his mouth with his tongue flat, feeling hot wetness pooling between his legs. When he felt James slide his cock back into his mouth, he relaxed his throat and surrendered completely to the pace that James set. He felt James shift so he had one hand on both sides of his head and Regulus adjusted so that both of his hands gripped James' hips. He was slow at first, unsure of how Regulus would handle his size, but grew more confident when Regulus moaned around his cock. Soon, the pace was unrelenting and Regulus felt his eyes watering, tears streaming down his face. Spit ran down his chin and he found that he didn't care at all. He dug his fingers into James' hips, hoping to leave bruises. Evidence that he had James, if only for a little while. He barely had any room to breathe between the strokes as James continued to thrust into him, focused entirely on his own pleasure.

Before he knew it, James pulled himself out of Regulus’ mouth. He bent down to wipe the spit off of Regulus' chin with his thumb then languidly sucked at it before pressing the pad of his thumb against Regulus' bottom lip. Regulus swiped his tongue out and caught James' thumb in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the digit. James smirked, pulling his thumb away and wiped at the tracks of tears on Regulus' face with his thumbs. Regulus whined a needy sound at feeling so empty, rubbing his thighs together in hopes that any form of friction would bring him relief. James leaned in to kiss him before pulling Regulus to his feet as he tucked his erection back into his shorts.

“Shh,” James soothed, pushing his hair away from his face and placing soft kisses on his cheeks. “Let me return the favor, c’mon.”

James grabbed his hand and dragged a boneless Regulus to the center of the room. When he got there, he held up one finger, signaling for Regulus to wait a moment. Regulus wanted to pout, but watched as James went to the corner of the room where a stack of folding chairs leaned against the wall. He grabbed one and carried it back to where Regulus stood, opened it up, then pushed Regulus into the seat facing the mirror covered wall. 

Regulus reached his hands out towards James’ hips and tugged him closer, hoping to return to having that beautiful cock in his mouth before James clicked his tongue softly. “I said I was going to return the favor, baby.” James knelt down and looped his fingers under the waistband of Regulus’ sweatpants. “Can I?”

“In front of the mirror?”

“Why not?” James shrugged. “It’s hot. Plus it’s not like there’s anywhere in this room without a mirror. Might as well make good use of it.” James playfully tugged at Regulus' waistband with one hand again as he removed his glasses with the other and set them to the side on the floor. “Are you gonna make me beg or can we continue?”

Regulus nodded as he shifted his hips so James could pull at his baggy sweatpants, then he heard James laugh as he pulled at the baggy shorts underneath his sweatpants revealing yet another pair of shorts, these ones much tighter and shorter. “So many layers,” James huffed. “Why do you need so many layers?” He pulled down the shorts and finally got to Regulus’ underwear. Pulling those down, he unbunched all of the layers of pants from around his ankles and threw them to the side. The cold metal of the folding chair bit into Regulus’ skin as he sat there in just his baggy sweater feeling extremely exposed.

“Keeps the muscles warm in between—” All thoughts of the logistics in layering clothing during ballet were lost as he felt James spreading his legs apart. James bit down on the soft skin of his innermost thigh as he slid his hands up to Regulus’ hips. He allowed James to pull him towards the edge of the seat, tilting his hips up to give James better access. 

Regulus writhed at the first feeling of James’ tongue on him and he let out a shameless moan that echoed around the room. He tilted his head back and allowed his legs to fall open in pure pleasure. James grabbed under his thighs to hike his legs up over his shoulders, giving himself more access as he continued devouring Regulus, licking and sucking at him. When Regulus glanced up, he looked at the two of them in the mirror. Watching James on his knees worshiping his body, he understood immediately why James said it would be hot. He had never seen a sight quite so erotic and between the feeling of James sucking on his most sensitive nerves and the reflection before him, he climaxed hard and fast. His orgasm rippled through him and James reacted by moaning as he pushed his tongue inside him, lapping at his release. 

As he came down from the orgasm, James slowed down and started kissing down his thighs, sucking small bruises along the way. Normally, Regulus would ask his lovers to avoid leaving marks like that, especially since they were so visible in classes, but something about James made him want to be claimed. He wanted people to know they were together, and for a time, be able to say that he belonged to James.

Just when he felt like he was coming back into his body, James pushed two fingers inside him and curled them up at the perfect angle, hitting the sensitive walls inside his body. Regulus felt his entire body jolt with pleasure as James’ tongue returned to between his thighs, circling the sensitive nerves and flicking in time with his fingers. 

“Fuck,” Regulus whined, feeling his body climbing rapidly towards another orgasm.

James pulled back to gaze up at him, his fingers continuing at a punishing pace. “I know you can cum for me again, baby. Show me what a pretty boy you are while you cum on my fingers.” He bit into his leg just above his knee and sucked a bruise, watching his fingers pumping in and out of Regulus’ body. His orgasm crashed through his body again and James moaned at the sight, dipping his head between his legs again and giving him one languid lick before pulling back and smiling up at Regulus. He sucked on his fingers and made a show of licking off every drop, giving Regulus a visual reminder of how skilled he was with that tongue.

“Think you can go again?” James asked from between his legs. Regulus had no doubt in his mind that if he said yes, the man would sit between his thighs all night long, and maybe if they hooked up again he’d get the opportunity to experience it, but for now he really wanted to know what he felt like buried deep inside him.

Regulus shook his head and pulled off his oversized sweater, then the white tee underneath until he was sitting in the middle of the room, fully exposed. “Your turn, you have a criminal amount of clothing on your body.”

James barked a laugh and practically ripped off his clothes as he stood. He grabbed Regulus’ hand and hoisted him to his feet, pulling him in close to his naked body. The feeling of their bare skin brushing against each other was enough to set Regulus’ overstimulated nerves alight. He moaned as he leaned in for a kiss, tasting a heady combination of the two of them on James’ lips.

“I’m going to grab the condom,” James said against Regulus’ lips, his breath hot. He kissed down Regulus’ jaw and neck before he continued. “Go stand facing the mirror for me.”

“I—”

“If you don’t want me to take control, tell me now sweetheart.” James said softly. He placed a quick peck against his lips. “Otherwise, I’m going to get a little bossy from here on out.”

Regulus nodded, then moved to stand facing the mirror while James dug through their discarded clothes for the condom Regulus had found earlier. When he returned, James stood behind him and gently grasped at his jaw, ensuring they made eye contact through the mirror.

“Familiar with the traffic light color system?”

Regulus nodded again and James clicked his tongue. “I’m going to need verbal confirmation here, baby.”

“Yes.” 

“Good, so if you want me to stop immediately you say?”

“Red,” Regulus answered without hesitation.

“And if I check in and you’re enjoying yourself?”

“Green.”

“Good boy. Last one, then we can continue. If you need to pause or something doesn’t feel right?”

“Yellow.”

James kissed his neck from where he stood behind him and smiled. “Very good. Now, hands against the glass for me. And they’re not allowed to move at all. Your pretty little ass will get a beating if they do. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes… Sir?”

James clicked his tongue and Regulus could tell that he was disappointed. "Come now, you can do better than that."

Regulus wracked his brain searching for whatever it was that James was asking. Finally, it came to him after he reflected on all the times James had called him 'baby' and a 'good boy.'

"Yes, Daddy."

James let out a groan at that, moving his hand down from Regulus’ jaw to his throat and squeezing slightly. Regulus keened and pushed his hips back towards James, searching for friction. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me,” James said as he pulled back and ripped at the condom wrapper. Regulus whined at the loss of the hand around his throat and turned around. He draped his arms around James' shoulders and sought out his lips for a kiss.

With the condom not fully unwrapped, James froze and gripped Regulus’ throat, stopping him from the kiss he was seeking. “What did I say, baby?”

“Oh, please.” Regulus scoffed when James loosened his grip just enough to allow him to reply. “We hadn’t even started yet.”

James’ eyes darkened at that. “Did I or did I not tell you that if you moved your hands from the mirror, you’d be punished?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Do you want to push me to find out how serious I am?” At the silence hanging between them, James smirked. “Now, turn around. Hands on the mirror. I’m going to spank you five times and you’re going to count out each one, thanking me for every one. If you stop counting or lose your manners, you’ll earn five more. Understand?”

“Yes.” Regulus followed his instructions, placing his hands on the cold mirror and breathing as evenly as he could.

“Yes what?” James kneaded his ass, making him even more sensitive to the touch.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy. Color?”

“Green.”

James hummed in acknowledgement before his hand slapped Regulus’ ass. Regulus let out a surprised yelp. 

“Count, baby. I won’t remind you again.”

“One,” Regulus cried out. “Thank you, Daddy.”

James’ hand smacked down again, the sound echoing in the room, and Regulus gasped at the shock of pain that rippled through his body. “Two. Thank you, Daddy.” Regulus looked up into the mirror, taking in James’ hungry face. 

“Maybe you can be trained, baby. Three more. You’re doing so good.”

With each slap to his ass, Regulus became more sensitive and felt himself slipping into a hazy headspace where everything felt like pure pleasure shooting to every nerve in his body. When he finally reached number five, James dropped to his knees behind him and rubbed at his cheeks before pulling them apart and licking all the way from his sensitive nerves to his ass. He circled the ring of muscle with his tongue and pushed in slightly.

“Fuck,” James breathed hot against him. “You did so good, baby. You’re fucking dripping for me. Have you learned your lesson? Will you be a good boy and let me fuck you now?”

Regulus nodded, a whine escaping his throat that he would normally feel embarrassed about.

“Words, baby.”

“Yeah— Yes, please. Please fuck me, Daddy. I need your cock inside me.”

James bit into one cheek of his ass before he stood up, grabbing the condom and rolling it on. “Anything for you,” James murmured as he lined himself up with Regulus’ entrance. They made eye contact in the mirror as James pushed in slowly, using both hands to grip onto Regulus’ hips and position him perfectly. “Color?”

“Green. Fuck, so fucking green.”

Finally, James moved his hips. Regulus had never been a religious man, but he swore that he found a new religion at the feeling of James inside him. James moved his hips in purposeful, deep thrusts, making Regulus see stars with each shift inside him. Regulus’ eyes closed and his head tilted back as he relished in the sensation until he felt a strong hand on his jaw. The grip was unyielding and Regulus knew that he’d do whatever the man this hand belonged to said.

“Eyes on me, baby,” James purred. “I want you to watch me ruin you for anyone else.”

Regulus cried out a moan and opened his eyes, taking in their bodies in the mirror. His hot breath fogged the mirror in front of him as James pounded into him from behind, both of them glistening with sweat. James’ face was smug as he continued to hold onto Regulus’ jaw, not offering him any way of avoiding watching their bodies. 

James’ pace started to slow, but he somehow managed to make it feel like he was impossibly deeper inside Regulus’ body. He snaked a hand down towards the bundle of nerves between Regulus’ legs and rubbed in confident circles, pushing Regulus closer and closer to the edge. Just when he thought he couldn’t possibly experience more pleasure than he was already tasting, James’ hand slid down from his jaw to his throat and squeezed. The restriction of blood flow to his brain made Regulus feel fuzzy as he dissolved into pure pleasure. His knees buckled and he arched his back, pushing his ass into James’ hips as his orgasm washed over him. A moment later, James let out a moan and Regulus felt him pulsing inside of him as he followed him over the edge.

James ghosted his fingers along the side of Regulus’ neck as they rode out the last of their orgasms and he kissed his shoulder. When he pulled out, he took off the condom and tied it off, then walked over to toss it in the trash can next to the door. Regulus turned to lean against the mirror, watching James stride back towards him. Regulus gave him a weak, hazy smile.

“You okay?” James asked. He placed a quick peck on Regulus’ lips and rubbed soothing circles on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I—” James interrupted him by kissing him again. “I thought you said this was a one-time thing?” Regulus questioned.

“That doesn’t mean you deserve to be treated like shit, Regulus.”

Regulus gave him a flat look before he pushed off the mirror and walked to where his clothes were piled on the ground. He started pulling on his many layers and by the time he was fully dressed again, he glanced over to see James standing watching him, still completely nude. Regulus bent over to grab his glasses on the floor and handed them to him. “What?” Regulus asked.

James pushed his glasses on his face and for the first time, Regulus witnessed a flustered James. “Look, I know what I said, but can I have your number anyway?”

“I won’t be your late night, drunk booty call, James.”

“I just…this was a lot of fun. It’d be nice to do it again sometime, that’s all.”

“So, a sober booty call?”

“No, I—”

“Listen, how about you give me your number? If I’m ever feeling like having you boss me around again, I’ll give you a call. How’s that?” Regulus raised an eyebrow as he pulled his cell out of his sweatpants pocket and held it out to James in offering.

James hesitated to take the phone from his hand, clearly playing a game of mental chess on how to obtain Regulus’ number, but Regulus refused to be a pawn in his games. “This is my only offer, it expires once your pants are on. Take it or leave it.”

Sighing, James grabbed his phone and created a new contact with his phone number, then handed it back to Regulus.

“‘Daddy,’ really? You seriously put your name as ‘Daddy’ in my phone?”

James smirked, then began dressing himself. “I figured you’d remember me that way.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, but internally he might as well have been giggling and kicking his feet. He stepped forward and placed a chaste kiss on James’ cheek. “I’ll consider calling you, Daddy,” he said and then he grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. “Clean the mirror and take that trash bag out with you, yeah? I can’t have my teacher finding out about this.”

“You got it, baby.”

As Regulus walked out of the studio, he thought to himself that he should absolutely not call James again. He made a bargain with himself anyway that if he was still thinking about him in a few months, he’d gladly fall back into that man’s arms again.

[lexithwrites]

—jegulus kinktober day 1.

deepthroating.

|| or, james get's on his knees to give regulus the biggest hit of gender euphoria yet.

1,333 words | explicit | trans regulus | submissive james | established relationship | established consent/safe words | @jeguluskinktoberr

read on ao3.

[coyotelip]

☆ jegulus kinktober: marking, riding, aftercare || @jeguluskinktoberr || rider!regulus × massage therapist!james || wc: 730

Regulus Black loves riding and he is undoubtedly a great rider. 

This is logical when your family owns a horse breeding business and organizes races for the rich ones. After all, almost every member of the Black family is a good rider who regularly participates in races, enriching the family even more. However, not every one of them really loves it and makes it their life's work. 

Regulus is not one of them. He has spent his entire life at the horse racing stables and is not going to quit anytime soon. The horses love him and he loves the horses, a perfect union in almost every way. 

And James doesn't mind, on the contrary, he enjoys the sight of his boyfriend in the saddle. 

Covered in tight pants and a bunch of straps, his thighs clutching the saddle between them. Hands firmly holding the leash and confidently leading his favorite black stallion. And the moment when Regulus bends down, leaning against his horse to accelerate it faster, thus showing an incredible view of his cloth-covered ass...

Yes, James doesn't mind watching this picture for hours and hours. 

However, what he loves even more is meeting his lover at home after his practice. James runs him a hot bath, takes away all his dirty clothes, loads the laundry, and finishes cooking dinner. Only after a fragrant bath does he kiss Regulus, knowing that he will call him gross if James touches him before he has washed off all the aromas of the stables. 

James always talks more during the meal, recounting everything that happened during the day, and Regulus nods slowly and smiles softly as he enjoys his dinner.

And after dinner comes James' favorite part of the day. Working out with his hands in the gym and studying to become a massage therapist was worth it to him, so that years later he could be Regulus Black's personal bodyworker. 

Taking off his robe, Regulus settles down on their bed in just his underwear, lies down on his stomach, and folds his hands under his chin. James, meanwhile, dims the lights, lights the aromatic oils, and turns on the background noise. He lubricates his hands with massage oil and finally gets down to his favorite part of the job. 

Starting with the feet, he slowly works his hands over the guy's tense body, moving on to the calves, firmly but gently massaging the visible muscles under the pale skin. Abruptly, he moves to his shoulders and back, making Regulus purr in satisfaction as James drives the tension out of his posture. 

Last but not least, he gets to his hips, the part of his body that needs the most attention. 

Of course, James had to sit in the saddle a couple of times when Regulus arranged romantic dates for them in the form of horseback riding. And take his word for it, even the gym didn't make his thighs shake as much as those three hours he spent in the saddle, mesmerized by the conversation with Regulus. So he has nothing but respect for his boyfriend's hips, knowing how much they can take. 

All the other parts of Regulus' body are slim, with a thin waist and thin arms, but not his hips. Many years of riding have developed his thighs and buttocks muscles to an incredible level, which looks incredibly hot on the guy and attracts the attention of others. 

And James's chest feels warm because he is the only one who has the opportunity to touch it all. At first, as an expert in his field, his hands confidently wrap around the shape of those hips, squeezing, meeting the resistance of tense muscles. 

James' fingers are placed parallel to the distinct bruises on Regulus' skin - traces of the strong straps that a rider uses to attach himself to the saddle. This design allows him to stay firmly in the saddle even at record speeds and incredible jumps over obstacles. 

If you ask James, at first seeing Regulus voluntarily leave such marks on himself bothered him. But over time, the man began to find pleasure in those moments when he treats the colorful bruises on his lover's thighs, gently covers them with salves and massage oil, and runs his fingers over the pattern. 

And at that time, Regulus relaxes enough, closes his eyes and purrs softly in response to all James's gentle touches on his tired body.

[ahbts]

Kinktober day 7: Jegulus - stranger sex || NSFW || Words: 992|| Tags: Clubbing - Handjobs - public sex - mini skirt and lace|| @jeguluskinktoberr day 7 (and day 17)

He is moving in the most sultry way James has ever seen someone move. His hips sway side to side in a way that is making James’ head spin, while the boy is throwing his hands over his head. When the beat of the music drops he squats low and James is graced with a little peek under the mini-skirt the guy is wearing. 

“You’re drooling,” Marlene laughs in his ear, hanging off Dorcas where the two had been dancing together. He hadn’t even noticed that they had stopped their grinding to observe James’ ogling. 

“I’m going in,” James says, dowing the remainder of his rum and coke, setting the glass down on the bar and making a beeline through the thrum of dancing people. 

The guy is with two of his friends, but they step aside grinning when James approaches the little group. He swears that the shorter of the other two guys gives the boy James has been looking up and down a wink. 

“Do you know how good you look while moving?” James whispers low enough when he approaches the man from behind. James had kept a little bit of distance, trying to keep his arousal a bit of a secret. The man seems to have other plans. 

He throws his arms up and around James’ neck, pushing his back against James’ front and burying his arse against James’ groin. He suppresses the groan that bubbles up in his throat which allows him to hear the words coming from the perfect mouth as the boy rests his head against James’ shoulder. “I know. You were watching me.”

James doesn’t even want to try and deny it so he hums as he grabs onto the man's hips, moving with him to the rhythm of the low bass. “It doesn’t seem like you minded all that much.” 

“I didn’t,” the guy grins before spinning around and getting close to James once again. His eyes gleam in the low light of the club and his light make-up brings out the green that is visible even in the dark space. “I don’t,” he says in a sultry voice before lifting himself on his tip-toes, his face a breath from James’. “You’re hot.” 

“Aren’t you direct?” James grins, squeezing the man’s hips as he leans down to kiss him. Somewhere behind them, there is a wolf-whistle and one of the arms disappears from his neck. “Friends of yours?” James asks, breaking the kiss momentarily to see the guy putting up his middle finger to the other two. 

“Ignore them, they’re annoying,” the boy tells him before focusing his full attention back on James who happily greets him with his lips and tongue. They make out in a way that might not be too fitting for in public, but James can’t care. The guy is an amazing kisser, with small bites and a smooth tongue. His cock is already throbbing when the guy pushes himself against James, grinding on him in the rhythm of the beat. 

James breaks their kiss to be able to breathe properly and the guy takes the opportunity to turn back around and dance against James in a filthy way that makes him want to pull up the skirt and take him right there on the dancefloor. 

“If you don’t stop that, I will take you right here.” Instead of stopping his movements, the guy drops down in a squad, coming back up with his arse grinding against James even worse than before. He turns around and James’ blood sings from the look in his eye. 

Oh, he is dangerous. 

“Well?” The guy regards him with a lifted brow and half smirk and James reacts by pushing the man into a dark corner of the bar. There are fewer people, which means fewer eyes on them. 

James slides his hands over the lean legs, lifting the miniskirt to meet the lace underpants the guy is wearing. He looks at him in surprise but only gets a shrug and a smirk. “Oh, you are–” 

He doesn’t even finish his sentence as he feels the boy’s lips on his neck, biting softly at the spot beneath James’ ear that makes goosebumps break out all over his skin. He moans softly as the guy puts his own hand down James’ trousers and grips him in full force. He moves his thumb over James’ tip, spreading the precome as a lubricant, making James shiver. 

“Oh, you’re big,” The guy grins against his ear before biting his earlobe. James is bowed down to the guy’s level, but he doesn’t mind, too enraptured in all that is happening. 

Pulling the lace aside he frees the boy’s cock to take it into his own hand and work it with passion. It earns him a filthy moan and the movements of the guy get quicker too. Their lips find each other once more while they move frantically, the guy is bucking his hips into James’ hand and James can feel his orgasm grow with every movement of the perfect hand. 

“Shit, I’m– I’m so close,” the guy moans into James’ mouth before biting down hard on his lip. James groans and speeds up his movement bringing the man over the edge as he does the same for him. 

He covers the head of the guy’s cock with his hand to keep the come from spreading everywhere. His own come spurts free, but he can’t care all too much, as he realises he just had public sex with a guy he barely knows. 

The boy doesn’t seem to have the same predicament as he looks up to James. “Are you taking me home now?” 

“Can I get your name first?” James asks, a little out of breath from what just happened. 

The guy leans against the wall, taking James in from head to toe, not hiding any of his thoughts before he shrugs. “Maybe if you make me come again.”

[rabctrl]

if anyone needs me you can find me living in the jegulus kinktober collection on ao3 for the next days

[courfee]

for day 9 and 26 of @jeguluskinktoberr <3

[not-jeguluses]

☆ Dinner for Two ☆

pairing: james potter/regulus black rating: explicit featured tags: 69 (posititon), love confessions, trans regulus black

summary: “When they’ve officially lost momentum, their panting fading into the air which has been saturated in with the scent of sex and their perspiration, James let out a small chuckle as he’s resting his forehead on Regulus’ thigh. First a small, quiet thing. Then, it transforms into a loud and thundering sound that Regulus can’t help but join in on. The joy of his boyfriend is irresistible.”

day one of @jeguluskinktoberr — cunnilingus, deep throating, face-sitting — on AO3 now ♡

[thegatheringdust]

@jeguluskinktoberr day 20: bondage

decided i didn’t like the digital illustration version i did (digital isn’t my forte) so here’s the original pencil sketch instead!

[san-marlenes-version]

jegulus kinktober day 2

@jeguluskinktoberr

NSFW!!

“Please daddy,” Regulus begs as he writhes on the sheets. Now James was just being plain cruel…

The pair had been ‘going at it’ for about three painfully slow hours now and James has touched Regulus’ cunt once… Yes Regulus was counting.

“C’mon baby beg properly,” James commands, blowing another torturous breath of Regulus’ pussy. “I know you can.” Arousal pools in Regulus’ abdomen, somehow making him even hornier.

“Please daddy, touch me, fuck me, something,” Regulus babbles, grinding his hips against the mattress as he lies on his back, legs spread and shaking with a stark naked James Potter lying with his head between them. Not touching though. Never touching.

James looks up at Regulus through thick eyelashes and Regulus can see the moment his resolve snaps. The older man licks a hard, long line over Regulus’ clit with his tongue and Regulus screams out at the sudden intense sensation.

“Jamie, please, please, please,” he pants, his mind going foggier with arousal.

Biting harshly into Regulus’ thigh, James scolds him, “That’s not what you call me right now, is it sweetheart?”

“No, daddy,” Regulus whines, attempting to push his cunt down onto James’ face. “Please, please, please daddy.”

James latches his mouth onto Regulus’ clit and sucks. It’s too much. It’s painful. It’s perfect.

“I’m close, fuck, daddy,” Regulus screams, his hand flying to James’ hair and holding it harshly so he can grind his cunt onto James’ face. “Ah-ah-ah!”

Regulus’ thighs clench around James’ head, trapping the older man in a tighter headlock as the smaller man moans as the tight band snaps and he squirts on James’ face.

James pulls back and a look of worry appears on his face. He reaches up and caresses his husband's face, wiping away the tears Regulus himself didn’t know he’d shed.

“Was I too rough, sweetheart?” James asks, pressing a loving kiss to the side of Regulus’ face, causing a soft domestic warmth to spread through Regulus’ post orgasmic haze.

“No, Jamie,” Regulus assures, his voice gruff from the obscene noises he was just making. “You were perfect… Always are.”

James smiles into where he’s buried his face into Regulus’ neck, “Is it bad that you crying is turning me on?”

“Yes,” Regulus replies instantly, ruffling James’ hair. “Round 2?”

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

finally sucked it up and wrote it! here's my bit for jegulus kinktober 2024!

they come and go (but my baby lingers)

“O-occupied!” Regulus manages to shout, but winces at how his voice cracks on the last syllable, but he finds that he can't quite find it in him to give a single fuck when James’ tongue is tracing the vein along the side of his cock and his hands are squeezing Regulus’ thighs in praise. Regulus finds that he doesn't really give a damn about anything when James Potter is on his knees in front of him, so he decides- fuck it.

for the lovely @jeguluskinktoberr day 6: orgasm denial/control & day 17: public/semi-public sex

[ecstarry]

@jeguluskinktoberr / day 2 / begging / explicit / 298 words

“Louder,” Regulus commanded.

“Baby, please,” James whimpered as he pushed himself closer to Regulus. 

James never cared for restricting his volume when they were alone. But they were at a party, a dinner party, at Sirius’ place, in the bathroom on the same floor as the rest of the guests. They would hear everything. 

“They’ll know wh-” 

“I don’t care. I said louder, baby.” Regulus leaned in, his hands tight around James’ waist, his lips lingering close to James’ warm skin. 

He traced kisses from the nape of James’ neck, and slowly towards his back, his fingers circling James’ eager hole. Regulus’ grip was firm, possessive, a reminder that James was always meant to be his. 

“Please,” James begged, finally a little louder. 

“Come on, love.” Regulus pressed only the tip of his finger. 

James closed his eyes, lost in the feeling of Regulus’ long fingers teasing him. He pressed his lips, but Regulus stayed there, close but not close enough, he couldn’t hold it any longer, every second of Regulus near but not inside him felt like torture. Regulus’ hand traveled to his hair and pulled, James’ had no more control of himself and moaned. Long and sweet. 

“Fuck, there we go.”

James lifted his gaze and watched from the mirror Regulus’ lustful gaze fixated on him, he knew that one more sound out of his mouth and Regulus wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

“Reg,” James pleaded as he pushed himself once more, carefully watching Regulus’ expressions, he stared back at James in the reflection. He looked just as crazy and hungry as James. Regulus opened his mouth but didn’t speak. A final command.

James was weak, he always was when it came to Regulus Black. 

“Fuck Reg. Fuck me please,” he begged loudly. 

“Finally.” 

[w1tch3-writes]

The first chapter of my contribution to @jeguluskinktoberr is up on ao3! You can find it here.

I had a lot of fun with vampire Regulus and human James (with a blood kink). It's a slowburn, but the chapters will all come out this week! 🫀