So you know your Regulus getting head for the first time? What if it’s innocent!james… Euphemia and Flemount kept him shielded from anything more then kissing so when he gets a girlfriend and they’re making out she dryhumps him… and obviously that leads to head. Thoughts? Prayers? idk i’m not good at sending asks (this is like my 2nd time istg) 😭
warnings: explicit smut, blowjob, innocence
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james’ lips taste like red gatorade. he’s practically addicted to the stuff. you can’t help but smile against his lips, hopelessly endeared. he smiles along with you, a breathless giggle escaping his throat. “what?” he mumbles.
you pull back to catch you breath, foreheads pressed together, still grinning. “nothing.”
before he can reply you kiss him again. this time, it’s deeper. you straddle his thigh, pushing his back against the wall behind his bed. he releases a surprised groan but is largely compliant, letting you take the reins.
you slip your tongue past his plush lips, exploring the inside of his mouth. your cunt throbs as you feel along the wet cavern. you can feel yourself leaking onto his jeans.
in desperate need of stimulation, you hump his thick thigh, the rough denim of the jeans offering the perfect amount of friction. your clit is engorged and pulsating, rubbing through the thin cloth of your panties.
james pulls away from the kiss, lips swollen, eyes wide and startled. his glasses are crooked. “wh-what are you doing?”
you look up at him through your lashes, pulling away from his belt buckle. “do you want me to stop?”
“um… no?”
you undo the buckle, pulling his belt out of the loops of his jeans. you can feel his cock fill and harden underneath the cloth of his pants.
“you sure?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow.
he looks a bit embarrassed now, his cheeks tinged red. “i…”
you decide to show before you ask. you slide off the bed, sinking to your knees on his bedroom’s rug. “can i?” you gesture to his pants.
he nods vigorously. you smirk at his eagerness, pulling his pants down. his boxers are bright red, little gold crowns dotted on the fabric. his bulge is pathetically prominent.
you cup the tent, needing to use both hands to cover his sheer size. you squeeze and he releases a truly indecent moan.
“you can- you can do whatever you want. just please don’t stop.” his voice is high-pitched and whiny. he already sounds like he’s on the brink of coming. the sound goes straight to your pussy.
you desperately tear away his boxers, letting his cock spring free. it’s even larger than you anticipated, and fully hardened now. his tip is red enough to rival his boxers.
you run your finger along a bulging vein and he arches his back, whimpering. “please don’t stop, please don’t stop!” he’s begging now.
his tip bubbles with pre-cum at your first touch. you reach down for his balls, sliding his shaft into your mouth. his cock jerks around inside the walls of your throat. you grind into his carpet, swirling your tongue around his length.
you gently tug on his balls. the double stimulation seems to be too much and he comes into your mouth. hot ropes of his seed shoot down your throat, filling you with his taste.
you dig your nails into his thigh, forcing him to look you in the eyes as you swallow. he whimpers at the sight of it, a tear sliding down his cheek.
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Oscar: You’ve been extra quiet lately, is everything alright?
[Robin shrugs a shoulder, saying nothing]
Oscar: New babies sure take up a lotta time n’ attention, don’t they?
[Robin nods]
Oscar: Mama n’ papa still love you just as much, I promise…
[Robin raises a tiny brow, and Oscar’s heart almost breaks in two]
Oscar: You’ll always be our special little guy, okay? Don’t ever forget that.
[Oscar’s sincerity doesn’t go unnoticed by Robin, who finally smiles back at his papa]
Oscar: They won’t be so needy forever; it’ll be fun before you know it!
[Robin traces a finger down his cheek to mimic a tear. Confusing to some perhaps, but Oscar’s well versed in Robin’s little “language” by now]
Oscar: [laughs] Babies do tend to cry a lot.
[Robin prods a finger to his chest, “did I do that?”]
Oscar: No, actually.. you’ve always been pretty chill.
[Robin grins, maybe he’s proud of himself]
Oscar: Hey, you wanna come to the store n’ help me pick out some stuff for your new room?
[Robin nods vigorously]
Oscar: I thought you might.
Oscar: It shouldn’t take too long-.. you sure you want that one? You get dibs on any room you want.
[Robin offers a resolute nod, he’s sure]
Oscar: It’s cosy, huh? And it’s got the best view.
…
[Robin glances at Oscar questioningly, wondering why he stopped]
Oscar: I think we’re gonna need a bigger car, don’t you?
[Robin stares blankly at Oscar, the logistics of how many children you can fit in a car being lost on him]
Oscar: I reckon I know someone who might appreciate a little gift. Wanna take a detour?
[Robin nods, “sure, why not?” He’ll go anywhere with his pappy]
Oscar: [chuckles fondly] Cool as a cucumber, ain’tcha? Let’s go.
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