you’ve miserably succeeded convincing regulus to do the carnival trend with you.

despite him disliking the trend and the thought of you participating in such ‘inappropriate’ trend - he didn’t like one single bit of the trend.

now — he was behind you, his hands gripping onto your waist.

regulus could of swore that he felt his length get a bit hard. well obviously your ass is literally placed on his lap.

“fuck.” he muttered, his eyes looking away from your body.