regulus loves to whisper french endearments to you
prompt: "use your words, sweetheart"
regulus breaking a dish on accident
but you haven't seen my man
regulus black x crouch!reader
jasmine, lavender, and poppy
hangover cuddles
douchebaguette
babysitting time
unearthed
a pan
âĄsize kink
âĄtouch me
âĄpage-turner
âĄi want to see you
âĄmuggle world hideout
âĄswitchin' the positions for you (slytherin boys hc)
Not my stories. Just my favorites from other writers. All credits and support to original authors: @mastermindmiko @cupidddd-d @shadowbriar @iamgonnagetyouback @gtgbabie0 @crescenthistory @pepsichrry @lovings4turn @theostrophywife @hart269 @reysdriver @sweetiecutie @uramakimochi @cherryslyce @veryberryjelly @crescenthistory
Hogwarts was eerie after a certain hour in the night. Ghosts, talking portraits, the wailing of the giant squid and the darkness of the Black Lake were all examples of what may be terrifying. But the students learned to live alongside these things amongst others.
But sometimes it wasnât scary.
After midnight, the common rooms were empty, parties were raging in the Room of Requirement and the prefects went back to their rooms. Midnight was a dangerous time at Hogwarts, if you happened to be awake that is. Which you appeared to be.
Sleepless nights had been troubling you for the past few days, in fact, they had been troubling you ever since your best friend since birth had opened your eyes to a whole world of possibilities. Regulus had been plaguing your mind ever since heâd ripped your underwear off and toyed with you in a way that you didnât imagine was possible. You couldnât stop thinking of him.
Of course, youâd tried going to sleep, but you dreamt of him. You tried distracting yourself, but you thought of him. You tried simulating his touch, but it never came close to how heâd done it. It was hopeless.
You lay awake in bed, staring up at the closed curtains around your bed, trying to block out the snores of your roommates and the need nagging at your brain, the twinge between your thighs. You imagined what it would feel like to have him touch you again, whether or not he would even consider it. He seemed to like it the last time, judging by the stiff bulge in his trousers that pressed against your back. You may have been inexperienced, but you knew the possibility of him enjoying it as much as you did wasnât impossible.
You were stuck. Would you get out of bed to find Regulus and ask him nicely to touch you how youâd like, or force yourself to sleep and do the exact same thing the next night?
You ripped the covers from over you, swinging your legs over the bed and weaving through the gaps in the curtains. It took you seconds to reach the door, but not before checking to ensure that nobody was awake. When it was clear that they werenât, you slipped through the doorway.
Regulusâ dorm was easy to find, you often went there since he shared with your brother and you could see them both. You knew that Evan and Regulus were close, but you never saw the harm in reminding Evan that Reggie was yours and not his. You were awfully possessive like that.
Not a sound signified your entrance into his bedroom, your feet silent as you padded over to his bed.
The curtains were drawn around the four poster bed, and through the tiniest crack between the fabric, you could see Regulus sprawled across his bed, soft, pink lips slightly ajar as he breathed gently in the darkness of the dorm. He wore a grey shirt, which had ridden up to expose a slight sliver of pale skin between his belly and his groin and the duvet was tangled somewhere between his legs and left his torso on display.
You tried your best not to make too much noise as you knelt on his bed beside his sleeping figure. You cast a quick Muffiliato charm on the curtains around his bed, ensuring that nobody outside of the area could hear you talking to Regulus, because that would be a nightmare to explain, especially to your brother who would wonder why you were in his best friends bed in the middle of the night.
âReggie!â You whispered, your words pouring invisible in the darkness. Your palm spread flat against his shoulder as you nudged him softly until his head turned on his pillow and he roused from his sleepy state. His grey eyes squinted in the darkness to decipher your face, and when they did, they widened ever so slightly.
âDove?â He asked, glancing around him as though he wasnât sure where he had fallen asleep, and wondering why you were there too. âWhat are you doing here? What time is it?â
You looked down at your fingers guiltily. âItâs past midnight, Iâm sorry.â You admitted and he nodded understandingly.
âItâs okay. Whatâs wrong?â He watched you intently as you sunk down into the space beside him. His bed always seemed to be more comfortable than your own, but maybe that was just the knowledge that he slept there that made you feel more relaxed. Regulus had always had a strangely calming effect on you.
You nuzzled your face into his pillow and he turned on his side to face you, your noses now inches apart. âI wanted to see you.â It was half of the truth, you had wanted to see him, but for a reason which you couldnât reveal to him just then.
He didnât say anything else, but he smiled to himself bashfully, like he always had when you said something too sickly sweet to him. It only reminded you that this was your best friend, a boy youâd grown up with, been through everything with, and that only made you adore him more. There was a reason that he was so special to you, but it seemed as though that reason was becoming more and more apparent as of recently.
It was because Regulus was Regulus. The sweetest boy youâd ever met in your life, the smartest, the most handsome and brave youâd ever seen. And it was all yours.
Not once had Regulus ever shown interest to anyone but you, nobody had seen him like you did. Because with you, he had the courage to be who he was. Between lingering touches and sweet smiles, you felt yourself grow into a trance, a trance larger and larger every time it happened over the many years youâd known each other. Your friends had constantly told you that it was love that made you feel the way you did, but youâd always brushed it off. As much as you cared for Regulus, you were always unsure about where your friendship cut off, whether he loved you or if he wanted anything more, so you told yourself it was better not to think about it.
But as he smiled, a pink tinge across his nose bridge and a twinkle in his sleepy eyes, you became more sure that maybe Regulus felt the way you did. Curious as to what you could become, curious of why you felt the way you did, wanting to try, just try to catch a glimpse of something more.
Perhaps that was why you leant forward in his bed that night and planted your lips on his. The first kiss youâd ever shared.
Your stomach sank when you felt him tense, his lips never moving from how they rested, not even when you pulled away. It was a short kiss, much shorter than youâd like, but it told you all that you needed to know, as did his wide eyes and agape mouth.
But suddenly, there it was. He pursed his lips, whether he was wetting them or tasting them you had no idea, but the gorgeous grey eyes youâd always loved flickered down to your own lips with a spark that youâd never witnessed before. Then he kissed you.
The air grew hot between you as you shared the very same breaths and lived in the same space. You felt one of his large palms spread over the small of your back, pulling you snug to his chest. Your hands began to explore the expanse of his upper body, one coming to settle in his gorgeous, dark locks, the other roaming his chest. There was an odd feeling about the moment, it may have been more intimate than any youâd shared before, even that day when Regulus had teased the pleasure growing between your legs and whined into the juncture of your neck. It was sweet, with an air of desperation.
Your lips parted with a satisfying sound and once again, Regulus smiled, the ghost of his damp lips on your own.
âIs that what you came here for?â Regulus asked you, and you had half a mind to say no, to tell him about your affections and dreams, but you came for a reason, and the honest truth could wait.
You laughed breathlessly at his question. âYouâve been driving me mad.â You confessed, your fingernails lightly scraping the roots of his soft hair. He let out a pleasant sigh, one youâd probably miss if it didnât settle against your skin.
âWell, I donât like the sound of that, Dove.â He whispered into the silence before planting his lips onto your own in another passionate affair.
The weight of his slender body pressed more and more into you as his body turned to half cover your own. He hovered over you, careful not to lean on your halo of hair surrounding his pillows. He kissed you deeply, as though heâd needed to for all of his life. And if there was any hint of him feeling the same way that you did, then you would guess that he had wanted this for as long as you had.
The delicious smell of him, freshly washed and sleep bitten, surrounded you completely, creating a warmth inside of you. Just knowing that it was Reggie kissing and touching you made you want to melt.
âReggie.â You say, and he replies almost instantly after he had finished kissing you.
âYes?â His voice was husky, partially from being roused from his peaceful sleep, though mostly because of a blooming arousal inside of him. He knew it was shameful to be so ready for you so quickly, but heâd never experienced anything like whatâd just happened before.
âIâve been dreaming of you.â You confessed, and his half-drawn, lidded eyes widened ever so slightly at your words, as thought youâd told him your nastiest secret or sworn an oath. âOf what you did to me.â
Your words hung heavy between you, heavier than the heaving of Regulusâ chest against your own. His mouth opened wider, gasping a silent breath into his lungs. His face couldnât paint a picture of pleasure better than it just had, it was as though youâd just ordered him to cum in his pants. Youâd ensnared him, body and soul, he knew that he was at your beck and call, just as you knew it too. You could say the word and heâd please you all over again, and nearly all of him was begging for you to make him.
No words could exit his mouth, his lips wide against yours, ready to drink up your filthy ramblings. You took it as your sign to carry on.
âI tried to imagine that you were there, behind me again, touching me, toying with me, but it just wasnât the same. I need you. I need you to touch me, Reggie. I want you so badly.â You whined.
Regulus didnât know what to do but to nod, his curls brushing against your forehead as he did so. He couldnât speak, it was as though youâd reached inside of him and ripped his voice box out. He swallowed a wad of cottony saliva, his adamâs apple bobbing as he did so.
âWould you touch me again? Please.â You asked him kindly, gazing up at his face as he screwed his eyes shut, eyebrows pinching upwards as though you were torturing him. You ran a comforting hand down his shoulder blades as he caught his breath.
âOh, yes.â He sighed, head dropping to your chest in a weak manner, it was almost a sign of submissiveness. And, oh, how you adored how he was wrapped around your little finger.
He planted a singular, searing kiss on your exposed sternum, your tank top showing only the tops of your fleshy breasts. You cradled his head gently towards you, encouraging his gentle touch.
âI think about you every day, when I wake up, before I go to sleep.â He tells you between tiny, peppered kisses to your body. âI want to breathe you in. I canât cope without you.â He speaks into the crook of your elbow and kisses up your forearm until his lips meet the middle of your palm.
He sits back on his haunches, fingered looped into yours, kissing your hand as you watch him intently. It takes a second for him to work up the courage to meet your eyes, but he does, his blinking falters ever so slightly, the tiniest sign of him relishing in your attention.
Your curious eyes, drop to his crotch, where his boxers are tented and damp. You werenât entirely understanding of what was going on in Regulusâ body, but you wanted to know.
âWhatâs happening?â You ask, a stupid question, you knew that, but you wanted him to confirm what he was feeling.
He let out a breath, âYou do this to me.â He tells you before bringing your smaller hand down his body, trailing over the fabric of his t-shirt until he planted it firmly over the hard bulge. You couldnât help but gasp at the feeling. âAre you still curious? Like you said you were.â
âYes.â You barely took any time to respond, sure of anything that he could possibly want from you.
His hand encouraged you to press down onto where you could only guess his dick was. He preened at the contact, guiding you to rub over his fabric covered groin gently, but fully enough to give him pleasure. His head dropped back ever so slightly, as though heâd gone faint from the touch. You couldnât blame him though, if it felt anything like what heâd done to you, youâd understand.
While his left hand covered your own, his right was free, so you quickly took it to your own crotch, and allowed him to rest his palm over your core.
Once he got the hint, his thumb began to press into the places where youâd once tried to please to no avail. As though it was effortless, he began to make white hot pleasure in the friction of his fingers against your throbbing pussy.
âEver since I first touched you,â He began, eyes zeroed in on his hand working over your body. âI couldnât stop thinking about it, about what you said.â
In the haze of pleasure, you didnât understand a word of what he was saying and had forgotten about what youâd said to him, Merlin, you wouldnât be surprised if youâd forgotten that you could even speak.
âWhat did I say?â You slurred out, and Regulus gave you an amused look.
âYou told me it was just touching.â He gasped when your hand massaged over a particular area of his groin, the sound sending tingles over you entirely.
âYeah?â You replied. âYouâve been thinking about that?â
He made a sound at the back of his throat as he nodded feverishly as his hold on your hand disappeared, allowing you to continue touching at your own whim. His fingers still clasped your wrist, but still allowed you to put nice pressure in the place that he needed it most.
âHow come?â You asked when he didnât seem to want to elaborate.
He sighed, but this time more vocally, more like a drawn out moan. âOh-! What if we did more than touching?â He panted, his pleasure seeming to increase as you focused on that specific area on him that he seemed to enjoy so much.
âMore than touching? Regulus Black, you devilish man.â You teased, getting a thrill from seeing him so pleased. The warm, sweet feeling began to rise within you, the very thing youâd been chasing for so long. You felt as though you could cry from relief that Regulus was finally touching you.
He seemed to pay no mind to your joking comment, instead, he began to tense, his legs spreading beautifully.
âOh!â He cried out into the darkness of the room, forcing his hips into your hand more as the seconds went by. You could tell that he was beginning to feel that addictive feeling like you were, and by no means did you want to stop that, but you were so curious about his offer.
âAnd what would we do if we werenât touching?â You ask, feeling your stomach tighten up as his fingers continued their set pace.
He breathed out harshly, like a wild animal out for the kill, chasing that high that was so close and in reach. âW-we could use our mouths.â He tells you gently, but distractedly as he began to hunch over and his muscles began to twitch.
By the way he was panting and how he began to draw into himself, you knew this was it for him, you were making him feel good somehow. But something tempted you so evilly to draw away from him, to not allow him that well-earned pleasure just yet. To give it to him in all of the ways he wanted. It just seemed unfair to repay him for what heâd given you by pleasing him without even really touching him.
Just at the last second, your hand pulled away from his boxers, and he let you go with a tortured groan. His strong grey eyes looked at you, almost angrily and his hand pulled from you mere seconds after you him. Before he could stutter out a question, you pushed yourself up into a sitting position.
âAnd how do we use our mouths?â You ask him sensually, forehead nearly touching his.
He hummed, his hammering heartbeat calming from the denial of his climax, but not enough for it to be considered normal. âI can- I can please you with my mouth.â He told you, still slightly distracted by the feeling in his boxers.
You couldnât help but feel eager at the idea. âHow?â
His mouth hung open again, as he searched for an answer in his foggy brain. âIâm not fully sure, but we can try it. Just like last time.â He offered.
âAnd what about this?â You ask quietly, fingers tracing over the large lump in his boxers.
âI-I can take care of it.â He said, brows furrowed as he shook his head. The last thing he wanted was to taint your innocent mind any further and reap his pleasure from your inexperience. It should be your future husbandâs privilege of receiving that attention from you.
You frowned. âBut Iâm curious. And itâs not like I havenât seen it before. We used to run around naked all time time when-â
âOkay! Okay!â He cut you off, a deep scarlet fainting his face now, half from you touching him and half from embarrassment.
You snorted at his bashfulness still. âDonât be shy, Reggie. All Iâm saying is that thereâs nothing to be so bashful about.â You tell him, leaning in to kiss over the apple of his cheek sweetly before your words travelled to his ear. âI want to see all of you. Especially if youâre as beautiful there as you are everywhere else.â
At that you could hear him swallow again. âMerlin, youâre filthy.â He joked, though it came out surprisingly weak.
âLet me take care of you too.â Your hand drew up to the waistband of his underwear slowly, as to give him the opportunity to stop you if he wished. But all he did was let out a little breath, and pushed himself closer to you in encouragement. Your fingertips slid into the elasticated band, drawing it away from his skin and allowing it to flick back onto his pale skin.
You looked him in the eye then, and leaned in for a kiss. It was small and chaste, not at all sexual, just sweet and gentle and loving. It was all that you wanted to show him.
You didnât know if he felt it like you did, but he began to undress promptly, clutching his t-shirt and bringing it over his head. He dropped the garment at the very end of his bed, ignoring it for the time being and his hands instinctively fell to the waistband of his underwear.
You watch eagerly as his fingers thread clumsily into the fabric, something youâd expect to be out of character about prim and perfect Regulus, but it was charming in its way. It had taken you some time to understand Regulus, but you knew him, you knew that his attitude isnât snobbishness, but unbearable shyness. To you, it made sense that your Reggie was becoming shy again, though he had no reason to be.
He slipped his underwear down his milky thighs, discarding those in the same place as his t-shirt, now sat on his bed, completely and undeniably exposed to you.
His skin was cast a silvery shade in the dark, but his cock was flushed pink and pretty like his cheeks. That was when you knew you were right, he was beautiful all over. A tiny trail of hairs lead from his belly button down to the base of his dick, where he had short, dark curls, much like the hair on his own head. You didnât mean to stare, only observe the part of him youâd never really seen properly apart from when he was young and cherubic. This was different now, Regulus was a man, and a rather grown one at that.
He seemed to notice your focus and used his hand to cover up, preserving his modesty as best as he could. You tried not to burn too brightly and conserve your wonderment at the sight of him, but you couldnât help but smile widely and innocently.
You placed your hand over his, an urging to show himself to you again. âThereâs no need to get shy now, Reggie.â You whisper to him, face close to his as you looked over his entire body.
He huffs out a laugh, taking a second to remove his hand from his groin, allowing your greedy eyes to drink all of him in. Your mouth hung ajar as you took everything in, a faint smile on you still. You look up to his eyes quickly.
âCan I touch?â You asked, wasting no time. Upon hearing this, Regulusâ eyes widened and his mouth dropped before he nodded curtly.
The second that your fingertip traced the underside of his cock, he let out a breath, more so as your index finger traced his tip. You payed notice to the area that seemed sensitive and slid your hand over him. His breathing was heavy, albeit more steady than before, but still wild and carefree. You could sense that he was watching your every move, so you ask him what needed to be asked.
âAnd how do I use my mouth on you?â
Regulus looked up at you like the crack of a whip. âW-What?â He asked you softly, not an inch of protest in his tone, only confusion.
You look at him dumbly. âYou said that I can make you feel good with my mouth. I thought youâd at least tell me how.â You teased him.
âOh- Well, you justâŚâ He trailed off, looking down intently at your lips. He titled his head, ââŚSuck.â
You raised your brows. âSuck?â
He nodded slightly, seeming to second guess himself. âYou can suck, or- or lick.â He sighed as you grasped him in your hand fully now.
You hummed thoughtfully, looking down at his now weeping dick. With hardly a seconds warning you slip down onto your front, face only a breath away from his groin. Regulusâ breath hitched as you lay between his legs, plump lips millimetres away from where he needed you to be.
Hesitantly, with the caution of a meek mouse, the tip of your tongue trailed his dick from base to head. You werenât even sure he could feel the slight touch of your tongue, and he gave no sounds to indicate that he could, just the tightening of his fists in the sheets beside him.
In a second, you took his pinkish head between your lips, suckling at the salty moisture gathered from his tiny slit. Your tongue drew circles around him inside your mouth, that was when he released a deep sigh, his voice softly calling out during it like a soft moan in the night. It took a lot for you to not grin around his cock at the satisfaction of making him feel good, but you managed to keep your composure and take your mouth off of him with a wet sound that made your cheeks red.
âThatâs it.â Regulus encouraged you from above you, gathering your hair in his hands so that it wouldnât be in your face. The thoughtful gesture had your heart soaring, and your mouth eager to please.
His dick was large, far larger than you expected, but you had to take all of him, even if it meant that he was in your throat. You didnât care. Your mouth was back on his tip in a second, tongue placing pressure on the underside of it as you slid him further and further down your throat until your nose has reached the base of his cock, his soft curls tickling at you. He let out another sound, one louder than before and his hand came to rest on your head, thumb stroking over your hair soothingly.
You sucked him harshly as you drew back up to his head, causing him to let out an obscene, guttural sound from the back of his throat. His thighs twitched ever so slightly against the bed, causing a slight creak in the frame, but not loud at all.
You repeated your past action again, taking him all the way to the back of your throat and sucking him hard all the way up to the tip. His abdomen clenched and he whined as you continued, now faster than before.
âOh. Here.â He heaved, taking your hand and gently getting you to hold his balls. At the contact, he clenched up all over again as you kept sucking him. You held him in your hand firmly, giving him small amounts of pressure on his balls as he guided you to touch them harder. His other hand encouraged your head to move faster as he moaned and whined, mouth hung open and brows pulled up into frown.
The sound of your wet mouth on his cock echoed in the bed which was thankfully under the Muffiliato charm, and created a chorus of desperate sounds from Regulus. He seized up slightly, encouraging you faster with loud gasps and a fatally beating heart.
âDove! Oh Merlin, donât stop. Iâm so close.â He cried, shivering harshly at the feelings you were giving him. âOh!â
With the final cry from him, warmth flooded your mouth as he finished into it. His whole body shook and his eyes rolled into the back of his skull it seemed. You sucked up every last bit of his cum, swallowing it down as he came down from his high, still twitching hard.
You pulled off of his throbbing cock and looked up to him with a smile. It didnât seem as though he was aware of it as his mouth hung open and his chin was at his chest, eyes screwed shut.
âReggie?â You called him softly, sitting up so that you were at eye level with him.
âMm?â He hummed in response, breathing still ragged and eyes still shut.
You tried not to laugh at him, bringing your hand up to his now messier hair as smoothing it off of his eyebrows. You planted a soft kiss where the hair had been, just above his brow bone and tilted your head to look at him. Upon feeling your kiss, he seemingly came back to life, turning his head to you, eyes ajar, begging for you to kiss him properly.
You granted him what he wanted, planting a soft kiss on his lips. Regulus sighed at the feeling of your lips and the taste of himself on them, deepening the kiss.
âOh, you were so good, Dove.â He praised airily, between stealing deep kisses from your swollen lips. He couldnât get enough of you.
His large palm slid gently down your body, running a delicate line over your side until he had a slight grip on your hip. His thumb massaged your hipbone and he continued kissing you sensually, slight flicks of his tongue against your bottom lip creating a burn in your body. Whatever Sirius had told him about intimacy had seemed to leave him with great ideas, and you couldnât be more grateful that you were the one he was gaining experience from.
His deft fingers drew straight to your pussy from there, feeling you over the material border between you. You sighed into his mouth and his own engulfed you in that hot, searing kiss. His talented fingers pressed harder on you then, causing you to throb in a weak manner.
âReggie, pleaseâŚâ You whispered, full of need, only wishing for him to bestow upon you the same treatment you had given to him just moments before. He made a heavenly noise as he heard your plea, taking it as a sign to finally tug at the waistband of your sleep shorts and aid you in slipping them off, leaving you in your tank top and a pair of little blue panties.
Regulus wet his lips at the sight of you, your exposed legs and your hardened nipples through your thin tank top. He wasted no time in slipping his hand beneath the fabric of your underwear, middle finger going straight to your pussy, wetting his finger in the mess youâd created, smearing it around your most sensitive parts. You breathed out shakily as he rubbed you so nicely, just like he had. This time, he used his free hand to slip your tank top down around your breast so that he could place dangerously long kisses over your chest and nipples.
You whined his name out, only encouraging his hand to move faster and faster and you writhed under his touch. His hot breath fanned over your chest as his tongue played with your sensitive tits, pushed to them as your hand gently grabbed a fistful of his curls to keep him flush against your breasts. In the midst of suckling at your skin, he asked you, âDo you want me to make you feel even better?â
It was as though he had just asked you to marry him judging by how fast you told him âyesâ. His gorgeous grey eyes peered up at you through his now wild hair as he placed teasingly slow kisses and licks down your torso, once he had moved your tank top up to your ribs, right until he reached the top of your underwear, where he began to slide the garment down your tense thighs and down over your calves until they were discarded like the rest of his own clothes. His mouth never stopped its lustful attack, especially not when it had reached the place where you wanted it the most.
It began with a soft lick over your pussy, almost experimental in its tenderness. Then, it became harder, his tongue pleasing you better and better as he gained confidence in what he was doing. Your reggie was always a fast learner.
He suckled, similarly to how he did on your pebbled nipples, only this time, it was igniting direct sparks inside of you as his tongue toyed with your flesh as his lips wrapped around it eagerly. You carded your hands through his hair keeping him face to face with your cunt as he lapped at it messily, his beautiful face half covered in your slick and his own saliva.
Nothing had ever felt this good, you thought.
He teased and licked and sucked until that coil inside of you was growing so tight that you couldnât help but start to shake, trembling against his face. He buried himself further into your open legs, his assault on your pussy becoming all the more viscous as he drank in your moans and pants. You swore that you could hear his own whines from between your thighs, but you were so distracted by the enchanting feeling of his tongue.
Then, he began to suck again, his tongue flickering against you like the soft pattering of rain, and that was when the coil inside of you started to snap. That same white hot feeling you had been so desperate to chase after those past nights had finally begun to wash over you. Your core clenched and your thighs shook around his head, engulfing him in your body. You couldnât even hear yourself whining, your mind had gone blank, as though you were in a trance. Your head fell back into his pillows as you rode out your high against his mouth.
You felt a cool absence as he drew his face away from you, but it was soon replaced by the warmth of his naked body as he lay over your front. With him now nearby, you took ahold of his cheek, bringing his wet lips to your own. He sighed into your touch, preening for your affection, even as his lips were on yours.
You could get used to this, you thought, and not just the pleasure. You had everything youâd even needed right there in your arms.
Iâm sorry for dropping off the face of the earth for a year!!
Fanfic coming soon and iâm going to try and tag everyone who asked to be tagged. Thank you for everyone still re blogging, liking and commenting on my posts, I know itâs so annoying when fanfic writers disappear and you never get another part of a fanfic you like.
Anyway, I am back for now, so keep sending those requests babesss xx
I see you write for regulus, and wondered if you would be up to writing something like reader and regulus saying their goodbyes before he leaves to destroy the locket ? đđťđŤśđť
Hey!! Iâm back from the dead since itâs easter and Iâm not really busy with assignments anymore (sorry about that)! Iâd love to write this bc Iâd like to write a little bit of angst once in a while..
Malicious || Regulus A. Black
Summary: Regulus leaves to destroy the first Horcrux, but you arenât ready to see him leave.
The day that Kreacher returned back at Grimmauld Place was the day that something shifted in Regulus. It hadnât been long until you started to notice his change in behaviour, it was as though someone had reached their hand inside of his body and flipped a biological switch beyond his very thoughts and feelings. Something had changed about him, the very essence of his being. Perhaps that was why you never saw him anymore.
Heâd pace around his bedroom, careless of the creaking floorboards beneath his feet. Heâd shake like a leaf, a result of the meals that he skipped. As soon as he was approached, heâd look right through you as though you werenât even there, that, you couldnât explain.
Ever since youâd known Regulus he had been nothing short of doting and kind to you, a stark difference of how he seemed to treat everyone else, so when he began to act so strangely, it led you to wonder if he was only treating you how he treated everyone else, like you were nothing special to him. But that couldnât be it, you thought. Despite the fact that Regulus hadnât planted his gentle kiss on your lips or even so much as looked in your direction, you were sure you hadnât done anything to incur his behaviour. He confirmed your idea one evening.
The sun had frightfully dried away the earth that summer, leaving the nation boiled within an inch of their lives, and Grimmauld Place was no exception despite the various cooling charms cast over the property, the sun still managed to beam over the horizon and warm the air unpleasantly. June had bled into July, then July into August and you couldnât seem to recall where it had gone, slipping through your mind like sand in a glass timer, it had disappeared like all of your worries of school or work. You seemed to be peaceful.
Regulus joined you that evening outside in the back garden, a pitcher of icy cucumber water between you on the cast iron table. You took small sips of your water to pass the time that you spent in peaceful, albeit awkward, silence.
It was after a while that you decided to break the silence, desperate to cling on the fact that you finally had your gorgeous FiancĂŠ all to yourself since he had proposed just a month earlier, despite your lack of conversation in the past few weeks. You slipped your leg across the ground and nudged your ankle against his own, causing him to look up from his glass of water and over to you.
You sent him a fond smile, which he replied with a weak expression of his own, like he was trying to smile, but his body wouldnât allow it.
âWhatâs going on in that complex head of yours?â You called over the summers breeze like the far off song of a record player. Regulus could barely hear your soft words through the noise in his head, but he managed to hold eye contact as you asked him the most difficult question heâd been posed.
âNothing and everything, all at once.â He admitted. It wasnât uncommon for Regulus to speak in rhymes of some sort, he was so intelligent that his brain couldnât help but find away to make everything about him poetic.
Your smile grew and you reached a hand across the table to graze his knuckles. âI know thereâs something, Reggie. Iâd have to be blind not to notice how youâve been acting lately. Itâs like something has possessed you.â
His palm opened, revealing the lines of his soft hand, allowing you access to draw shapes over his skin with your fingertips.
âIâve been researching some things.â He told you with a blank stare.
âAbout a job?â You wondered. You and Regulus had just left Hogwarts, ready to embark on your life together. It was why Regulus had proposed nearly as soon as you left school, he said he couldnât wait to spend the rest of his life with you.
Youâd drawn out a plan as you lay together in the four poster bed of his dorm room in fourth year. Youâd marry as soon as possible, Regulus would propose with the family ring, passed down for centuries by his ancestors. Youâd be wed by the end of the year and Regulus would find you somewhere to live and heâd work a fantastically boring ministry job, just so you wouldnât have to. He wanted you to stay at home and live lavishly, just like heâd been taught, and you didnât mind the idea, as long as the both of you were happy.
Regulus shook his head across from you. âNo, not quite.â
You frowned at his answer. Regulus used to tell you everything, but now, it seemed as though he felt that he couldnât.
âReggie, you can tell me anything, you know that.â You reminded him honestly. It had always been you that he turned to, when he had received his dark mark two years prior, he sought you out to tell you about it, teary eyed and writhing in searing pain, but oh, so proud. When he received Oâs on almost every exam in his N.E.W.T.s, you were the first to know, his joy was infectious and he held you so tightly you thought you were going to burst. When his parents had died only seven months earlier, he found you clutching the very same letter at the dinner table as heâd received, youâd gone back to his dorm room and sat in astonished silence until he was ready to talk. When Kreacher returned home last month after assisting the dark lord, half dead and shaken, he allowed a few tears to fall out of frustration as he sat beside you in the living room, obviously conflicted about what he could possibly do next. That was when he had changed.
He mulled your words over for a moment until he nodded slowly. âI know, Mon Amour. I know.â
Your heart soared once again, revelling in the feeling of Regulusâ affection once more. But there was still a feeling nudging as your insides, telling you, deep in your gut, that there was something bigger than you going on.
No other words were exchanged that late summers evening, not until the very last day of the month.
Only when september was creeping around the corner, did something finally shift, something that you wished had just stayed still like you were willing to.
On the 31st of August, 1979, Regulus had nearly been at the front door when he heard you call his name from the top of the stairs. It was nearing the middle of the night when youâd woken up to a cold and empty bed, the only hint that there had been anyone else there at all was the distinct smell of Regulus, his hair, his clothes, his very body. It still lingered on your sheets.
âWhat are you doing?â You had a feeling that you already knew that he was leaving for whatever reason.
Regulus looked up to you, your silky white nightgown pouring over you like milk, your soft hair falling over your shoulder in its braid, your soft and tired expression as you slowly descended down the stairs.
âMon Amour.â He breathed, as though the wind had been knocked out of him.
In that moment, Regulus wondered what youâd look like in a wedding dress. This task that he set himself guaranteed that he would most likely never make it to your wedding, that that moment might be the only one where heâd see you in a white dress walking towards him. Except you didnât carry the gleaming expression he hoped you would, but deep confusion as youâd been roused from your gentle, dreamy sleep.
The second your bare foot met the hallway floorboards, he began to approach you. That was when you noticed that he was fully dressed, head to toe in black wizards robes, like he was prepared to go somewhere in the middle of the night.
âAre you leaving?â You ask calmly as you took in his appearance, calmer than you ever thought you would be at the mere idea of Regulus leaving you.
He didnât say a word, he didnât dare to. He looked upon you with a guilty expression that said it all, tears welled in his eyes, and you couldnât bear to look. It was one thing seeing him upset, but it was another for him to be upset because of something you asked. You could read him like a book.
You sunk down onto the lowest step of the stairs, hardly feeling your trembling legs.
âListen to me.â He said softly in the dim lights, dark curls falling over his forehead. He knelt before you, not like how he would when he didnât want to get his clothes dirty, or how he would as though he expected to get up straight after, but rather he felt to both of his knees like he would beg of you for help or pray for your blessing. But you couldnât give him either and you both knew it. âI have to leave.â
You frowned at him, now level with you as he looked so small before you. He had lost weight, more than needed, and he looked like he hadnât slept a wink in Merlin knew how long.
âYou donât have to do anything.â You reminded him, because as far as you knew, he didnât.
âMon Amour, you may not understand what is waiting for me now, but I pray that you will one day-â You go to cut him off, to ask him what he means, but he presses a cool finger to your lips before you could speak. âOne day, youâll realise that itâs my responsibility to stop this now. That only I can stop this now.â
Your brows pull together as salty tears began to pool in your eyes. You wanted to grip onto him and beg him to stay but the determination in his eyes told you not to. Perhaps that was why you had been to calm seeing him by the front door, because you knew that there was nothing that you could do to stop him, that it was out of your control, that he wasnât yours to stop anymore, he wasnât the same Regulus as he was those weeks before, red-cheeked and bashful as he knelt on one knee as though he worshipped you. Now he knelt as though he was sorry.
âWhy canât you just explain why youâre leaving? What can I do? What can I do to make you stay, Reggie?â You grappled onto him as he pulled your shaking body towards him.
You both lay a crumpled heap on the floor as he tried his very best to soothe your sobs and tears, hand brushing over your hair and laboured breaths on your bare shoulders. He was barely holding it together, something so awful to you, but it gave you hope that maybe he did care enough to stay.
His hot tears burnt at your body as they fell from his eyes, but you didnât flinch, you only clung onto him tighter with that tiniest spark of hope dwindling inside of you.
âAll will be explained after I leave. There is a letter in your dresser, just look for it and youâll know everything.â He said quietly, guiltier than heâd ever been before. You cried louder in his arms, hope fizzled out like the miserable stifling of a melting candle.
You tried to push him off of you, but he clung to you like a limpet. No matter how much you wriggled or hit him, screamed of kicked him, you wouldnât let you go, not until you cried yourself into a deep sleep in the comfort of his arms for the very last time, such an innocent sleep that you never would have dreamed that when you woke up, he wouldnât be there.
As the summer disappeared into the first day of September, so did your Regulus, as you slept soundly against the cold floorboards of the lonely house, never to see your love again.
The spring had flourished into summer almost overnight, giving way to the birth of the sunlight and the heat that came with it. The Nott family home had grown more and more familiar as these days passed and you hoped that it would continue.
Things had shifted around the house, and not just because of the change in weather. You and Theodore finally began to align like rigid puzzle pieces. What was once a secret glance became a staring contest, being in the same room became sitting together and rooms on the other side of the house became Theo sneaking into your bed each night and staying to just be with you.
You soon became comfortable with the marriage, allowing Theo to shadow you around the house from time to time or even to sleep in your bed with you, sometimes you even allowed him to distract you from your reading and eat fruit with you on the lawn. As your relationship bloomed, you thought back to the very night that broke the silence.
It had become a regular occurrence now for Theo to spread you over your bedsheets and burying his head between your thighs. But that was all. Even as the months passed by, he hadnât asked for anything more from you, only to sleep beside you and watch you as you slept. You obliged, not minding the company. You grew used to the familiar creaking of floorboards and the gentle nudges against your skin as he slipped into what was now his side of the bed.
But something urged you further than your new routine, to find out the extent of what could be done. You wanted to know what it felt like to be completely and utterly full with him, body and soul.
So, when he finally crept into your room in the dead of night, worshipped by the dim lick of candlelight, you were already waiting for him. His deep blue eyes watched you like he never had before, sensing the shift in the air. As he got closer, you sat up, looking over the expanse of his body. His hard chest was blanketed by a soft jumper which made him all the more comfortable than he already was, and his legs were clothed in a simple pair of sweats, ready for bed. It may have not been all that enticing, but the sight of him always seemed to drive you crazy. There was something about him so siren-like, so enchanting.
âYouâre awake?â He asked you with his smooth voice and cheeky smile. You nodded, waiting for him to get closer so you could finally reach out to him. âI thought youâd be asleep, I didnât mean to wake you, Bella.â
He drew your duvet back and climbed into bed with you, lying flat on his back with his hands over his middle. You turned to him.
Bringing a gentle hand to his head, you brushed his stray curls from his forehead as he watched you with tired eyes. He happily reciprocated your soft kisses as his eyelashes fluttered against your cheekbones and he breathed in your air.
You couldnât stop, you needed him. You needed to drink every ounce of him up, you needed to feel him all over you, you needed his soft hands to touch you and hold you to him. It was as though, suddenly, you were overcome by desperation, or better yet, adoration.
He sighed softly, fanning soft air onto you as one of his hands cupped your neck, the other finding the small of your back and pulling you closer to him still. You gladly obliged, pressing your chest against his and kissing him like he was your final breath, your only lifeline.
Theo felt giddy at the sudden attention on him. Your experimental hand dragged over his chest and slowly down over his stomach. He couldnât help but squirm in anticipation at the idea of your hand trialling any lower. Your fingers entwined in the waistband of his sweats and you ran your fingertips lightly over the edge of the fabric.
By the sounds that he was making, you could tell that he needed you just as much you needed him.
Your pinky preached the top of his bottoms and ran over the slowly tanning skin of his abdomen as he kissed over your cheek and jaw. His pillowy lips traced over the curve of your jaw, leaving hot and damp hair to travel down your neck as his breath began to deepen upon your fingers trailing beneath his bottoms.
You pulled back, the ghost of your lips hovered over his as you watched for his reaction as your fingers began to brush over the tiny curls at the base of his cock. Slowly, they came into contact with the ache that Theo so desperately wanted to ignore, until your smooth hands were wrapped around it, he could have died on the spot.
His head flew back against the pillow, his eyes shut and his brows pulled into a deep frown, not of perplexity, but of utter pleasure. Your grip tightened ever so slightly around the thickness of his dick and he keened from where he lay. His mouth tipped open, so you opted to kiss around the apples of his cheeks, over every mole and dimple, further down over his neck and in the sickly sweet spot behind his ear, whispering for him to take off his top.
Theo couldnât help but shiver as he peeled off his jumper, revealing him to the cool air and your piercing gaze. Every inch of his gorgeous skin was kissed by the sun, leaving freckles and birthmarks in its wake. You made sure to do the same, bending your head to press your lips against the moles on his collarbones. Theo sighed softly as you began to work your hand as best as you could whilst it was restricted by the fabric of his underwear, the sound carrying through the room. Merlin, he hadnât even taken the rest of his clothing yet, but you felt him in the place where you needed him most, and he was big.
His slender hand soothed over your back as you sucked light purple bruises into his chest and neck while you pumped at his cock, encouraging you to do something, anything further. He didnât know if he could take any more anticipation. Heâd been waiting for you to allow him the chance to sink into you at last, but he was so desperate and pussy-whipped that anything would do. He waited patiently and happily for his climax and inevitably cumming in his pants again, until you slipped your hand back out of his underwear.
You looked up at him with desire on your face and he knew what youâd ask. âTake these off.â You told him and he obeyed.
Theo thought you could ask him anything and heâd obey, just like a slave to your command, not that heâd mind. It was just one of the many things heâd do for you in order to satisfy you.
He lay before you, nearly bare except for his underwear which did nothing to conceal the embarrassingly obvious fact of his need. His chest lifted up and down as his lungs worked double time and you eyed him admiringly. Despite the hardness beneath his boxers, you gently squeezed him through the fabric, enjoying the tortured whine he gave out.
You hushed him sweetly, rubbing your thumb over his bottom lip with a grin. His eyes lit up with desperation. You booked a finger beneath the band of his boxers, yanking them firmly, and with his help, he became entirely exposed to you. You still wore your nightgown, which he eyed hopefully, but you made no move to take it off just then.
The lower you took your body, the higher Theoâs heart rate became, until your face was just above his crotch and he swore that he felt his heart stop. Testing the waters, your hand wrapped around him once again and brought your mouth down to place a teasing kiss over the tip of his dick. He puffed out a breath that he never knew he was holding and entangled a hand in your hair.
Slowly, you grazed the underside of his cock with your tongue, trailing over the soft skin with ease, wetting it with your saliva. You continued to do so, each time your tongue met the tip, youâd broaden your tongue and do the same thing over again as he grew more and more restless each time. You placed a reassuring hand on his thigh as they began to tremble and your thumb rubbed the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, dangerously close to the curve of his balls. His head pressed harshly into the pillows behind him as he panted.
Finally, after what felt like forever, you took the very tip of his dick into your lips, surprising you at how much bigger he was than you thought. You sucked, hard, and he let out a deep moan at the sensation. It was an unusual situation to you, but you found that you could learn quickly about what he liked, so you continued to suck. Your hand pumped his length as you suckled and licked at his tip, gaining confidence as his noises grew louder.
His cock began to throb and his balls tightened, the only warning he was able to give being the grip on your hair clamping down. That was when you pulled off of him with a âpopâ.
âBut- Wh-â He began, but you cut him off with a kiss, enjoying how quick he was to melt into your sudden affection.
You didnât give him long to ponder as you slipped your nightgown over your head, revealing your naked body for him to see. His intense gaze lingered over your chest before it trailed down to your wet pussy. You supposed he was half expecting for you to sit on his face like you often did, but you took him by surprise when you asked him:
âAre you gonna let me fuck you?â
Of course he was, how couldnât he? All heâd wanted since he saw you in the big white dress at the wedding was to take you to bed and make love to you. And now that you were finally going to allow him the honour? How could he say no?
âMerlin, yes!â He rasped, watching you as you swung a leg over his hips as though mounting a horse. His eyes didnât know where to look, so they raked over you as he prepared for you to take him.
You smiled sweetly, leaning down to peck his lips with your own. You took him into your hand and dragged his tip over your soaked folds; you had no idea how much pleasure it gave you to hear him whine. Finally, you lined his tip up against where you needed him most and sunk down onto him.
Theo felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him, you were right above him, as beautiful as the sun and the sky and heâd never felt such bliss. For a second, he swore he saw heaven.
That was until you started to move, and he was rendered powerless against the pleasure you were giving him. He moaned fully now, head twisting into the pillow as though it would give him some relief to be rid of the sight of you. He couldnât take it, he was sure to come just by looking at you. His mouth was hung open as though he was screaming in agony, except he was only tensing in pure unbridled pleasure.
His length hit against the most dangerous of angles inside of you, sending shocks up your spine as you clenched around him. The twinge of pain youâd felt at the initial stretch had quickly subsided as you began to bounce on top of him and was replaced by a blinding blood rush to your head. You felt dizzy, only it was in the best way possible.
With each brush against his skin, your clit was stimulated, forcing you to let out a sigh each time. He poured every inch of his soul into yours with every breath he took, watching you like a lifetime of his memories and future all at once, worshipping at your altar of your goddess. Heâd serve you, heâd obey, heâd care for you, if you allowed him.
You let out a loud cry as his hips jolted from the bed, pressing against your cervix in a sudden pain, though it soon dissipated, soothing into sparks of pleasure. He forced his weight off of the bed in time with you, encased to the hilt of his cock in your soft pussy. And with every meeting of your hips, the warmth in your belly loosened, allowing you to steal bursts of pleasure for your body. Heat throbbed over your body and your heart pounded, you were so close.
And then it stopped. Theo pulled you off of him with a firm grip, eyes wide, pupils dilated. He looked almost feral as you frowned up at him as he took his place above you. Without wasting a second, his lips were on you, trailing over your chest and sucking your nipples into his mouth.
His hand lowered down to where you needed him the most, guiding his painfully hard dick into your tight entrance, sighing as you squeezed him to nicely. The softness of his hair on your sternum, the kindness of his hands and the noises he made, it was all taking its toll on you. You were surrounded by him, his arms encasing you, the warmth from his body still on the sheets that you rested against, his dick inside of you. He was everything in that moment.
The slapping of skin filled the air as he drove his hips harder and faster with each pull of your charm. He let out a choked sigh as he pounded into you, chasing his high more desperately than he ever had. His constant motion made you clench around him, feeling your orgasm creep up through your spine.
âTheo!â You gasped, and he responded with a pitiful whimper. Heâd dreamed about the way that youâd cry his name, about this very situation. It was feeling so real, so much. He couldnât help but be dragged closer to the edge.
He buried his hot face into your hair, moaning with each thrust of his hips, his feet pushing against the sheets to look for any way to sink deeper into you.
Your body erupted with the winding of warmth and unbearable pleasure. Your orgasm washed over you like a tide as Theoâs body met your own. You tensed and it was like nothing youâd ever felt before, your thighs shook from where they were wrapped around his hips and your hand clawed at his scalp like you could pull yourself up from the fire of hell. But nothing felt better than the flames licking at your skin.
He couldnât help but feel bus eyes water with tears as he so desperately wanted to scream. His climax hit him like a brick straight to the face, so much that he could hardly feel his own body. He tried to cry out, but it was as though you had complete control over his body as you shared your pleasure like treasured goods.
You felt him still, pushing into you as much as he could. That was when you felt him spill into you, a kind of warmth pouring into you, you realised that heâd just come inside of you, not that you minded. His skin was moist as he slipped his weight on top of you, and every inch of you was now touching him. You could get used to it.
You wondered if his nightly visits would escalate to this in the future. You certainly hoped so.
It was a dreary spring evening in the library when you and Regulus sat studying for your upcoming Potions exam. It was also when youâd decided to bring something up that you never had before.
As you were both approaching the end of your fifth year at Hogwarts, it wasnât uncommon for people to start getting into relationships. In fact, couples seemed to be everywhere you looked, kissing, touching and giggling together. You couldnât help but be jealous. As a Rosier and a respectable young Pureblood girl, you were expected to stay far away from the opposite gender, and therefore stay a virgin until you were inevitably married off. Of course, these rules had been broken by other Purebloods, like your brother Evan, but not you, nor your best friend, Regulus Black.
Regulus sat opposite you in a secluded corner of the library, the sun breaking through the window panes and casting a heavenly glow over his pointed features. Beneath the table, your ankles interlocked as yours bounced lightly, but Regulus didnât seem to be affected, he never was.
âReggie.â You blurted, not wanting to hold your thoughts back any longer. His pretty grey eyes didnât look up at you despite the call of his nickname that only you were allowed to call him, he only hummed in acknowledgment as his quill kept scribbling against his parchment. You continued. âDo you think that I should date somebody?â
At that, Regulus frowned, slowly lifting his head to look at you, a hint of disgust over his face.
âWhy would you want to do that?â
He asked incredulously. You knew that you two were closer than most best friends tended to be, as Evan so kindly reminded you every time he saw the two of you together, but Regulus made no move to suggest that he wanted anything more than a friendship with you, so you figured the idea of a boyfriend would be okay.
You smiled bashfully. âWell, lots of my friends have been getting into relationships and telling me how great it is. I canât help but feel Iâm missing out.â You informed him quietly, mindful of the somber atmosphere of the library.
He frowned further, inky lashes meeting his brow. âMissing out on what?â
You looked down at your book, starting to feel shy at the question. There was lots that you were missing out on. You shrugged, feeling your neck grow hot.
âI dunno, like hanging out and talking and touching. It just all seems so nice.â You admitted half of your thoughts, looking up at him again.
Regulus shook his head dismissively and looked back down to his parchment before continuing his writing. âYou donât need a boyfriend for that! You have me and all of your other friends to do that.â
You laughed lightly under your breath. âI know that, but there are other things.â You tell him, finding his obliviousness sweet. You knew that Regulus was pretty much a genius, a true master at everything he did and tried, but Merlin, how he was stupid. Especially when it came to people.
âLike what?â He scoffed, quill etching a little harsher now.
âLike kissing, andâŚâ You trailed off, making a little noise to suggest what you meant. Regulusâ head snapped up, his look of shock almost made you ashamed.
A second passed as he looked at you closely. âYou donât meanâŚâ You did.
You knew that Regulus was just as inexperienced as you in the matter of sex, but you never knew heâd be so shocked at the mention of it. By the look of his face and the shade of pink he was turning, you began to think bringing up the idea was wrong, maybe it could have stayed between you and your girlfriends.
You gave him a guilty look and he placed his quill down onto the table, recoiling.
âDove!â He hissed. It had always been his nickname for you, ever since you were young. Now, it nearly sounded like a term of endearment.
âReggie, itâs really not that outrageous to want to try it.â You told him, but he wasnât having it.
âIt is! Youâre a respectable young woman, you shouldnât want for some boy to take your purity.â He took your hand, resting his warm palm over your knuckles. âYouâre too good for that, Dove.â
You knew he was right. You didnât want to regret anything that you did or lose your virginity to the wrong person, but you wanted to experiment, to be a normal teenager instead of worrying about what your mother would think. You knew sheâd have a heart attack if she found out what your brother got up to in his spare time.
âI know, but plenty of other Pureblood girls have done it. Merlin, Evan has even done it!â To that, Regulus made a face of disgust.
âHe has and he shouldnât have. The Rosier name is worth more than some experimentation.â Regulus shook his head, you truly hated to see the disappointment in his eyes when he looked at you.
You sighed. âAnd what about the Greengrasses? All four of the sisters have slept with someone! Nothings happened to them.â
Regulus retracted his hand, folding his arms in front of him like a teacher reprimanding a student. âThe Greengrasses are nowhere near our standing, Dove. We are better than them, you are better than them.â
He was right again. Rosiers and Blacks were far more important than the Greengrasses, it was just common knowledge. Your family name would be slandered in High Society if anybody found out that youâd lost your purity to anyone, the Greengrasses didnât suffer the same issue, fortunately for them.
âI suppose youâre right.â You agreed, sinking back into your seat.
âI am. Youâd be best not to mention it again, Dove.â Regulus said, looking back to his parchment and continuing like the conversation had never happened, the only trace of it being the pink dusting his cheekbones and your own memory of it.
You did wonder why Regulus was so dismissive of the idea, you had been taught the same things by your parents and had similar thoughts and experiences, so how come you both disagreed on something like this? Was it just because you were influenced easier by hearsay than he was?
âReggie.â You called again, and he hummed, again. âArenât you curious about what itâs like?â
The question made him sigh and press his quill firmly down onto the table.
âNo, and you shouldnât be either.â He scolded you, flipping his potions book shut with his incomplete essay inside. âNow come on, we need to get to dinner.â
Nothing more was said as the two of you collected your things and exited the library. But that wouldnât be the end of it.
The next time the subject was brought up was when you were lying on Regulusâ bed as he read.
It had been a week since your conversation in the library, and it hadnât been discussed since, you were too worried about what Regulus would say. His tone alone made you feel sheepish about your questions and ideas, so you wished to avoid any further reaction from him. Except this time, he was the one to bring it up.
âDove?â He said from beside you, gently closing his book and resting it flat against his chest.
âYeah?â You replied, turning your head to look at him, but his eyes were trained on the ceiling firmly like he was avoiding your gaze.
He drew his bottom lip into his teeth, gnawing as though he was nervous. Finally, he spoke. âWhy were you speaking to Avery in the common room today?â
Avery had come to speak with you about your astronomy assignment that youâd been paired with each other for, but the conversation lead pleasantly to recent gossip travelling around school. You found him to be good company, albeit a little dull.
âHe just came to talk to be about our astronomy homework.â You answered honestly, playing with your fingers that were folded across your stomach.
Regulus hummed. âReally?â He asked, turning his head to you.
âYes.â You frowned.
He looked at you closely, stormy eyes circling your own as though he was searching for any hint of a lie in your words. Suddenly, he pushed himself up, off of the bed and started towards his bookshelf. You sat up, watching him move away from you. After waiting for a moment for any sort of conversation from him about the subject, you decided to speak first.
âWhy do you ask?â You drew your legs up to your chest and rested your chin against your knees. You werenât blind to when something was bothering him, usually he would keep it to himself until he exploded, but sometimes, he just needed a small push in the right direction and heâd let loose.
You watched his back straighten as he took in a breath.
âI was worried that maybe you were considering himâŚâ He turned to you, and upon seeing the confusion on your face, he added, ââŚAs your boyfriend.â
âWhat?!â Your face scrunched up. Why on earth would you want to date Avery?
Regulus scratched at his forehead, shrugging slightly awkwardly. âI just thought⌠After our conversation in the LibraryâŚâ He trailed off quietly.
âYou thought that Iâd want to date Avery?â
âWell, maybe not date but-â He cut himself off, eyes widening as though he had realised what he said. He quickly turned and busied himself in the bookshelf behind him. He didnât dare to turn and see your face.
Of course, that wasnât originally your intention, he just wanted to talk about astronomy, but you couldnât help but think of it once or twice whilst you were talking. You wouldnât have gone through with it, but you couldnât help but wonder what itâd be like. And as always, Regulus knew you too well. And he knew he was right too, he was just too embarrassed to mention the act.
âRegulus-!â You began, desperate to defend yourself, but he snapped abruptly.
âYou wanted to, didnât you?â He looked at you, eyes wide. You opened your mouth to speak, but once again he cut you off. âWith Avery of all people?â
âI wasnât going to do anything! That wasnât my intention, Iâm just curious.â That much was true. You wouldnât let Avery anywhere near you if it came down to it, but you thought about it, what heâd be like when he took his clothes off, what heâd feel like, what heâd sound like. It was vile and perverted, but you couldnât help it. Not when the idea had been put into your head.
âWell you need to stay curious! Donât you realise how stupid youâd be to go through with that with someone like him?â Regulus stormed over to his side of the twin bed since you were sat on one side. He avoided your gaze, but it wasnât out of nerves.
âSomeone like him?â You asked.
âSomeone who sleeps around as much as he does! Someone who wouldnât treat you right!â Regulus said, his words filling you with irritation. What would he know about that?
âAnd youâd know all about that would you?â You scoffed, knowing that he could deny the fact that heâd never been in close proximity with a girl except for you.
His face burned red now, and he looked at you with a mixture of anger and something close to sham. Why should he be ashamed when he was pure, something that heâd been reminding you to stay being?
âI know far more than he does about treating you well.â He sat back against the headboard, a bitter sneer on his mouth.
âAnd how would you know that? Youâve never even touched a girl who isnât me! What could you possibly know about sex that he doesnât?â You snorted, amused at his little frown. As much of a dick that Regulus could be, he was still your best friend and he was still adorable to you.
He seethed where he sat, jolting forward in anger to growl in your face. âI may not have whored myself around like he has, but Iâve known you, Iâve touched you, Iâve seen nearly all of you. I know every part of your body, thatâs something that heâll never know like I do.â
You shook your head, a smile on your face. âWell, thereâs one part he would know better than you if it came down to it.â You reminded him, enjoying the moment of silence that befell you. You knew youâd hit a sensitive spot, but you didnât care.
Regulus fell back against the headboard, not saying another word and you knew that youâd won. He may have been angry, but it was the price heâd pay for being cocky.
You knew he wouldnât stay angry at you for long, so you curled up, resting your head on his lap, expecting for him to break his facade. Except this time, he didnât bring his hand to run over your scalp or untangle your hair, he kept his arms crossed, though he made no move to disturb you, it still felt as though he was rejecting you. You let it be, figuring heâd get over it. Except he didnât.
âI donât understand your need to sleep with somebody.â He said finally.
You sighed, you knew well before then that he didnât understand your thoughts about the matter. âYou canât tell me that youâre not curious.â You smiled slightly at him once youâd turned onto your back to look up at him from where you rested on his thighs.
He glanced down at you but looked away quickly. He shrugged with the shake of his head. âIâm not.â
You heard him perfectly, but something about his tone surely indicated that he was lying. You laughed, bringing a hand up to his face and running a finger over the smooth skin of his cheek.
âOh, Reggie, you know you canât lie to me.â You grinned ear from ear when he looked down at you with a stern expression.
He shook his head again. âThereâs a difference between being curious and trying to find out.â He told you.
âSo you admit that youâre curious! See, youâre no better than me.â You quipped and he rolled his eyes. âYou donât need to keep your curiosity a secret, Reggie, I wonât judge.â
He took in a deep breath and a strange unsureness crossed over his face. It was unusual to see Regulus unsure of anything, he always seemed to know everything about everything. Which was why you were worried youâd crossed a line. At least you were until he began to speak again.
âI- Itâs just curiosity, itâll pass.â He said softly, looking down at you and running gentle fingers over the crown of your head.
âYou can keep telling yourself that, but donât you want to know what it feels like?â You pester him with an answer as the back of your hand goes to nudge at his chest, faintly feeling his rapid heartbeat.
He purses his lips and nods so faintly that if you werenât paying full attention, youâd miss it.
âSo why donât you try?â You ask simply.
His eyes shoot down to you, oddly calm as his chest rose and fell heavily.
âYou know I canât do that, and neither can you. There are other ways to go about things.â Your attention peaked at that.
You frowned. âHow do you go about it?â Regulus flushed and opened his mouth to protest before you cut him off. âPlease.â
He fell silent as he looked over the room as though he was searching for an answer to give you. He was so quiet for so long that you were worried heâd never speak again, until he shifted lightly under your head and you watched as he swallowed and how his adamâs apple bobbed. You often forgot how much Regulus had grown and how he isnât the little boy you used to play Gobstones with in his back garden. Now, he was a beautiful man, standing tall and proud like he was supposed to, but you knew him as your Reggie, he was still yours.
âI can tell you, but you have to promise to stop pursuing these things.â He whispered.
You sat up, facing him now. âI promise.â
He observed you for a second before nodding. âDo you remember when your mother took us for a walk when we were young? Just you and me.â
You frowned, there were lots of times that sheâd take you two out whilst your father was teaching your brother duelling tricks. Regulus continued despite your evident confusion.
âShe told us why we werenât the same, because when we used to take baths together we knew that we didnât look the way the other did.â He explained simply, as though he was talking to a child.
âRegulus, I know you have a dick and I donât, I donât need to be reminded.â You said, scrunching your face up in embarrassment at the idea of Regulus having to give you a sex talk.
âI know, I know! What Iâm saying is that she taught us how they were different and how they can feel.â He said softly, reaching down to play with your fingers. Despite how uncomfortable the conversation was, he didnât shy away from you or your touch.
You still werenât catching on. âYes?â
âWe can⌠Feel good without having to have sex. Or at least thatâs what I took from it.â He looked down shyly.
âHow?â You asked incredulously. Despite your mother and your friends having told you about sex, you were nearly entirely clueless, which is how you were supposed to stay according to Pureblood Society. And now it was coming back to bite you in the ass.
Regulus stuttered at your question. âUh- Well, you can⌠Touch there.â He said, shifting uncomfortably on the bed as he fiddled with your hand.
You looked at him questioningly. âIs that what you do?â
He looked at you, wide eyes and eventually he tilted his head to the side. âI have before. Itâs meant to feel like the real thing, but I donât know.â
âHow do I do it?â Your question was abrupt and rather shocking judging by his face, but you tried to ignore the awkwardness that came between you two.
He began to smile, presumably to diffuse the awkwardness that overcame him. âYou, uh, have something that feels nice to touch.â He told you, breathing starting to get rapid.
âWhere?â You lean in to him like he was about to whisper a dark secret to you.
âIâm not completely sure.â He admitted, looking at you fully now as you were so close to him.
âShow me how.â
He fell silent, staring at you, unmoving.
âWhat?!â He hissed.
You frowned. âWhat?â You asked innocently, not seeing any issue with the request.
âI canât do that!â He drew away slightly, but still holding your hand firmly.
âWhy not?â You whined.
He sighed. âIt wouldnât be right, I canât touch you like that.â He swallowed.
âYes you can. You touch me all the time! Youâre doing it right now.â You remind him.
âThatâs different!â
âHow? Itâs just touching, Iâm not asking you to have sex with me, Reggie.â You told him honestly, you knew that he was against the idea of sleeping around.
He watched you for a second. âIf our parents found out-â
âThey wouldnât, nobody has to find out.â
You watch his eyes slowly trace over you. You hadnât been back to your dorm to get changed, so you remained in your uniform as you both hung out in his room. He took in a long breath before he met your eyes again, then, something was different.
He shifted his leg slightly, so that there was a wider space between them. He patted lightly.
âSit.â
You obeyed, dropping down into the space. You were used to sitting like this with him because of how you both read together, so this felt no different except for the anticipation running through your body. You rested your back against his chest and his chin found the crook of your neck.
You shifted to get comfortable before he spoke again. âTake these off.â He instructed as he ran a nimble hand over your tight-clad legs.
You slipped a hand beneath the band of the tights and slipped them down over your calfâs before he took them from you and dropped them on the wooden floor. He placed a hesitant hand on your thigh.
âJust say the word and we can stop, Dove.â He told you and pressed a kiss on your clothed shoulder. You hummed a quick âokayâ in response and his soft hand traveled up slowly to grip at the inside of your thigh. A sudden burst of warmth engulfed you beneath your underwear at the sudden attention on your leg.
He then pressed a wet kiss on your neck and the warmth intensified slightly. Without warning, his cool touch slipped beneath the elastic band of your underwear and began to pull them off. You allowed him to unhook them from over your feet and place them in a small bundle beside him. Your lower half was completely exposed, but not for him to see, he made sure of that to preserve some kind of modesty on your behalf.
He brought his slim fingers to his lips, wetting them with his spit before he brought them down onto you without warning. You let out a shaky breath as his fingers spread moisture over your sensitive folds. It was a feeling completely new to you, but it was welcomed as his fingers focused attention on you, circling and rubbing over an area you werenât sure of.
You sighed suddenly as he pressed down harder and your feet pushed you back into his chest. His mouth opened slightly, almost shocked that he could spur this reaction out of you. His hot breath fanned onto your neck as he worked further into your pussy.
His finger slid through the steadily gathering wetness around your hole and you felt a strange tinge run through your groin. He ran the slippery wetness over you, bringing it all back up the top of your fluttering pussy. You wet your lips as you watched his perfect hands roll over the flesh gently, and you wondered how he was so good at what he was doing.
âHow did you learn to do this?â Your voice surprised even you as it came out desperate and gravelly. He sighed into your neck at the sound before he replied.
âMy brother used to tell me how.â It was true, Sirius would come home and regale Regulus with stories of whichever girl he was shagging that week, so it was no surprise to you that heâd picked up some knowledge over the years.
His finger began to circle harder, causing you to let out a mewl, a sound that Regulus liked. You could tell by the way he nuzzled further into your neck with a soft sound of his own.
âOh my Merlin.â He sighed and you wove your fingers through his dark tresses, pulling him closer into you. You wondered if he liked this as much as you did, after all, heâd never even touched a girl before.
Your mouth hung open, legs spreading further open, allowing him to touch more of you as you opened up for him. Your sounds grew more desperate at the you warmth spread more intensely around you.
âReggie.â You whined, you didnât know what to ask him to do. Whether you wanted him to go faster or press harder, you didnât know. You just needed him to do anything he could.
But what you didnât expect was for him to whine just the same into your hair as his hand seemed to work on its own. He circled both faster and harder, it was like he read your mind.
His spare arm held you tighter, keeping you taut to him as the warmth spread.
Your breathing quickened and your heartbeat heightened and your stomach began to ache? But that couldnât be right, it felt too good to be a stomach ache. You called to him again, he had to know.
âReggie.â It somehow sounded more desperate now. Your hand grappled onto his hair as you grew warmer and warmer. âIt feels- It feels strange.â You told him as best as you could.
He nodded into you, fingers still working the same as they were, like he knew how to make the ache go away. He shushed you gently. âI know, I know.â
You cried out, legs beginning to close on their own accord despite how much you wanted to keep them open. You shook, you couldnât help it, not as the warmth exploded and the coil of aching disappeared into a sweet tang in your mouth and a fog over your brain.
Your jaw hung ajar, like you would scream at any moment, but nothing came out, it felt too good to scream.
With his fingers slowing, you could finally feel sense as your legs dropped apart, tingling from the force of pleasure that captured your body. Regulus placed another array of kisses over you, whispering things that you couldnât hear as your heartbeat slowed down at last.
âYouâre amazing.â He said, now wrapping both hands around your waist as you came to your senses.
You couldnât reply, you could only make a tiny breathy sound to counter him. You felt him smile against your skin.
âSo good.â He breathed against you amongst the rest of his sweet nothings. You lay against him, wet and burning at the same time as he cooed at you. You were sure you could fall asleep against his chest as the minutes went by and you grew sleepier than before. Until it washed over you.
âMaybe Avery doesnât know that part as well as you do.â
Theo felt himself slipping away. Not quite how he did when heâd received the Dark Mark, and not quite how he did when he watched the life vanish from his motherâs eyes. This time, it felt different.
He watched you through foggy window panes in the dewy spring mornings and from across the dining table as you ate breakfast. He couldnât stop watching you, and it drove him insane. His wife drove him insane. Of course heâd heard such sentences from his fatherâs colleagues and other men who complained, but those feelings were nothing alike Theoâs. Not like the pang in his heart when he watched you in the grassy fields of the estate or the fondness disguised by hard eyes as you exchanged pleasantries like strangers. After all, you really were strangers.
But Theo had come to know you like you didnât even know yourself. To him, you were anything but a stranger.
He couldnât even count the amount of times that he had dreamt of you sleeping beside him, feeling your warmth, imagining what it would be like to kiss you and please you like any husband would wish to, Merlin, like any man who lay eyes upon you would. If it werenât for your complete lack of interest in him, he would have asked you to have your way with him already, but ever since the wedding, you hadnât been interested in going near him at all. He couldnât blame you, at first he had been opposed to marrying so young, claiming that his father was taking away his freedom, stripping him of his youth and leaving him to be stuck with a stranger in his house. But, oh, how wrong he was.
You were a delight, a pure and innocent light in the darkness of the family estate. You brought with you little possessions, maybe only a few dresses and boxes of trinkets, but you gave life to the creaking floorboards and dusty walls. In a matter of months, youâd planted flowers and fruit trees, stripped the dark rooms of misery and replaced it with sunlight and brighter decor. All of a sudden, the fires were lit and the house no longer sent a chill down your spine. That, at least, Theo could be grateful for.
Taking note of the subtle changes made, he always made sure to thank you with something or another, whether it be silky gowns, sparkling jewellery, shoes or perfume. But none of it seemed to impress you.
As time went on, Theo became aware of your distaste towards his expensive gifts and tried everything he could to satisfy you from an arms length, but it was difficult. When heâd been in school, a pretty bracelet would have been enough to get a girl to want him, but it seemed that there was nothing that he could give that made you want him. So he decided on giving you the only thing he could think that youâd want from him; space.
In leaving you alone, he began to observe you whenever he could, and in doing so, he started to understand that you didnât desire dresses or sparkles to admire yourself in, though he did see you trying his previous gifts on in front of the mirror with a grin, and instead he realised that you enjoyed sitting in the library with a book or lounging in the garden eating fruits.
He admired you every day when you wore your lacy white dresses in the spring sunshine, hair falling over your sun-kissed shoulders. He admired you as you sipped at the fresh lemonade the house elves had prepared and watched as your soft lips enveloped the glass. He admired you as you lounged in the living room with bare feet on the oak floor. He even admired you in your bedroom from time to time as you slept, praying to Merlin that you wouldnât wake up as he smoothed gentle fingers over your temple.
Sometimes, though, he wished that you would wake up, catch him in the act. He wondered what youâd say, how your face would contort into confusion or shock, he wondered if youâd let him stay. So, as time went on, he visited you every night whilst you slept, enjoying the close calls and nervousness that ran through him at the thought of you waking up. He took pleasure in the thumping of his heart and how you stirred in your sleep from time to time as the mattress dipped beside you. Every night, he wanted to kiss your plump lips as you slept, wondering if the action would wake you or if youâd be angry if he did. He knew itâd be wrong, but he couldnât help how much he wanted to kiss your beautiful lips and freckled skin.
He imagined how itâd feel to run his lips and tongue over your body, lose himself in the supple curves of your hips and breasts or in the soft feeling of your hair. Sometimes heâd dream it too and wake up sticking to his sheets with a mixture of sweat and precum. It was a guilty pleasure to relieve himself thinking of you and everything he did to you in his imagination.
You were a sinful temptation wrapped in pure white bedsheets and gowns, tormenting him until he had to excuse himself from dinner with a swollen cock and a pink face.
His wife drove him insane. And she was oblivious.
One night, as Theo dodged the creaky floorboards outside of your bedroom, he heard it. The soft sigh falling from your lips, indicating that you werenât asleep. The warm light emitting from the ajar door drew him in, enticing him into pushing gently against the barrier between him and you. And upon opening the door, he saw you.
You lay spread across the bed, hair framing your head like a shining halo in lamplight as your nightgown was pulled up to your stomach, held in place by one hand whilst the other reached between your open legs, though the sight was obscured by the flesh of your thigh as you lay parallel to the door.
Theo cursed mentally, wishing that youâd lay with your head on your pillow so that he could really see what your hand was toying with. He felt himself grow hot and shifted as his trousers tightened uncomfortably, alerting you of his presence when you heard the creak of a floorboard. Fuck. You looked at him with wide eyes, a deer caught in headlights as you ripped your small hand from between your thighs. Before you could even begin to stutter, Theo chocked out a bashful âSorryâ before turning and slamming the door behind him.
In that moment, he wished that the ground would swallow him up. He had never been so shy around a girl, especially one that was lying, touching herself in his house, not that there had been any before. His head softly thumped against your door as he slumped back. But he didnât have much time to feel sorry for himself as your door opened suddenly.
He spun to look at you. It had seemed that youâd smoothed down your wild hair before coming to find him as it hung over your shoulders like usual. Your eyes met his in the darkness of the hallway and he nearly collapsed. Between the blood from his head running to his groin and the look in your eyes, he thought that maybe he would collapse, but he cleared his throat and straightened up to his full height to look down at you with his usual stoic expression.
Your eyes trailed down his neck, to his chest and then, they looked straight down to the sizeable bulge in his slacks. He had worn neatly ironed trousers and a button down shirt to visit his father that day, and secretly wished that he had changed his clothes before coming to see you that night. It would have been more comfortable for his raging hard-on.
âWould you like to come in?â
Theoâs prayers must have been answered, because your soft voice lead him through your doorframe. He barely even registered what was going on until he was sat on your mattress like many nights before, but this time, you were awake, looking at him with lustrous eyes and flushed skin on your cheeks, neck andâŚ
You leaned into him once he was settled on your bed and brushed your damp lips onto his own. His jaw hung open and his eyes were wide as they looked at you. This must have been a dream.
Surely he was awake judging by the feeling of your lips on his own and the hammering of his heart and the throbbing between his legs. You kissed him with fervour, running your hands over his shoulders tenderly and Theo sighed at the feeling of your touch, it was something he hadnât felt before. You hadnât even touched him during the wedding, not even for a dance, let alone at night. You had never consummated your marriage and he had never been so aware of the fact. He leant into your hands, chest rising and falling heavily as his head spun and his body overheated.
You hushed him quietly, running your hand through his brown curls and straddling his lap quickly, sighing as you felt the bulge in his lap against your bare core beneath your night dress. It had been drilled into your head that as a Pureblood woman, you must remain as pure as possible until you were inevitably married off, meaning youâd never been in any position similar to this. You didnât even know what to do with the boy who began to run his rough hands over your back as he hungrily kissed you. But something about the situation made you giddy, here he was, you could finally have him all to yourself. The gorgeous, brown-haired beauty youâd snagged up.
You ground down into his lap on instinct, something sparking deep inside of you at the sound of his throat emitting a deep noise. Your mouth hung agape, breathing hot air onto the column of his neck once youâd tugged his hair back to reveal the expanse of his skin.
Theo felt like prey under your scorching touch. He wanted nothing more than to feel what you had been touching so dearly before heâd interrupted you. He wondered what it looked like, what it smelled like, what it tasted like. Merlin, how he wanted to taste it. To have what heâd imagined so vividly above him, restricted by nothing but a layer of clothing drove him to insanity. He couldnât help but rut into you from where he sat below you.
He felt the pressure of your palm on his chest, encouraging him to lay his back against the silk sheets. Theo was down, obeying your every wish as you kissed fiercely, hands claiming every inch of his burning body, fiery like a sinner in church, your fingertips the devil, searing the flesh from his bones and torturing him in ways incapable of any human being responsible of.
His body throbbed, lungs heaving and struggling and his heart hammering against his ribcage. His legs and hands shook like they never had before and Theo did wonder why his body reacted the way it was.
Your lips let a soft sound pass through them again as his hips jolted, the bulge in his trousers pressed at the perfect angle, his cold belt buckle rubbing against your slick clit with a pleasurable shock. The boy was almost thrashing beneath you as he was oh, so eager to hear the noise again. His large hands encouraged you to press down against his need, spurring a deep sigh from him. You didnât know why you hadnât done this before.
âIs this what you imagine when you watch me?â You asked, and his body stilled minus the shivering of his hands and legs.
A frown dragged at his brow as you pulled your warm face away from his. âI-What?â
You grinned devilishly. âDid you think I wouldnât notice how you sneak in here each night? Now answer me, is this what you imagine?â
The air was knocked out of him when your body ground down onto his again, forcing the answer out of him. He wheezed, âYes!â His head falling back harshly onto the pillow as his eyes scrunched closed as if it hurt to watch you work atop of him. Your hand threaded through his curls, scraping gently at his scalp and tipping his head aside, revealing the moles scattered up his throat. You hungrily attack the expanse of his neck, leaving him purple and pink.
His body fell slack, allowing you to take him in any way that you pleased. With your mouth against his neck and your pussy against his groin, he felt himself grow closer and closer to succumbing to his own pleasure. The white hot light in his eyes grew closer and his mouth tasted the familiar sweetness of lust, all he needed was for you to keep going, then he was sure to release all tension. He needed it more than heâd needed anything before.
Theo tried to call out, but his breath was gone and his head span in circles, so all that could be said was nothing but the most pathetic noises heâd made. He whined as you scratched circles into his hair and bruised his neck with your sweet mouth. He pawed desperately at your body atop of him, searching for any way to force you harder onto his swollen length.
You felt his body shake and his chest rattle with unsure breaths, so hesitantly, you slowed your hips until you halted, appreciating the groan that slipped past Theoâs lips at the lack of friction.
Hushing him gently with a finger over his lips, you smiled sweetly at him. His eyes were bleary and almost unfocused as he looked up at you. A careful hand reach up to smooth over your face in attempts to bring you back down to his lips, but it was to no avail. He breathed out a tiny noise of complaint.
You brushed over his face gently. âI just need you to be quiet, Love, can you do that?â
It felt nearly as if he was in pain without the feeling of your hips rocking onto him, but he obeyed, nodding his head vigorously.
âGood.â You whispered, lifting yourself from him. Theo nearly complained until he realised where you were steadying yourself.
Your knees dug into the mattress on either side of his shoulders, wetness hovering over his shirt and he nearly thought he was about to pass out.
âAllow me?â You ask him. You knew the answer, but you waited quietly for his response.
âFuck! Yes.â He twitched beneath your legs.
Slowly, almost teasingly, you found the end of your nightgown with your fingers. You toyed with the hem, brushing the soft lace against his clean-shaven chin as his jaw slackened. His mouth was open, heaving in breaths as his eyes watched intently as you lifted the gown up to your belly. Theo was downright salivating at the sight of your pretty little pussy right in front of him. He slid a hand from your backside, all the way up the front of your stomach, taking the nightgown from your hand and pulling it over your head. He hungrily stared over your body, drinking in your beautiful skin and rivets and dips.
His large hands dragged over your sides until they parted, one trailing down to your hip and the other to your full chest. His mouth was ready to feel you, to map out the entirety of your core, ready in his mind to remember when he sinfully touched himself.
Your hands reached to the headboard, pulling yourself up the the pillows, where his head lay, and you lowered yourself onto his eager mouth.
Instantly, his lips engulfed your clit, suckling at it as his hands held your hips firmly over him. As soon as he touched you, you couldnât help but moan at the feeling. His tongue lapped at you with boiling hot accuracy and you fell victim to the wet sounds of your bodies connecting.
Your head lulled to the side, body weakened at the pleasure he was giving to you. His tongue ran in vigorous circles and you ground against his face in an attempt to make him lick harder.
Your forehead rested on the headboard, knuckles whitening as the sounds were becoming more and more obscene. Theo pressed you down harder onto him and between licking at your sensitive pussy, he sucked harsher and harsher. Your pearly juices were helping you slide over his mouth but he didnât care that it was coating him more and more as he encouraged you to press onto him. The taste of you was sure to linger on his tongue, and he welcomed the thought eagerly.
His teeth grazed against your skin and you whined, reaching a hand down to his locks, hoping that just your hand would comfort him slightly despite the rough grinding of your pussy on his face. But by the desperate sounds he was making, he didnât seem to mind at all.
The mixture of your juices and his saliva dripped down his neck and onto the pillow. His chest heaved up and down relentlessly as he awaited your climax. He wanted nothing more than to make you come.
He moaned into your pussy, the vibrations of his deep voice sending a shiver through you. Your entrance was beating and you could your thighs feeling light at his continuous movements. You were close.
Once you felt the familiar sensation run through you, your other hand came down to grip at his hair as you jerked over his jaw, thighs clenching around his head. Theo felt you squeeze his head, causing an odd lightheadedness to come over him, but not just in his head.
His legs went numb and his vision blurred as his cock leaked spurts of hot cum into his underwear. You still hadnât stopped grinding on his face, feeling the last of your orgasm as he rode his out all the same. He shook gently, sucking harshly on your clit as you squealed at the sensitivity.
You soon came back down, legs shaking, still squeezing your husbandâs head. You quickly realised how red his face was becoming and you were sure that you were killing him. Your legs quickly swung back over him and you sat beside him, viewing the result of your orgasm. His face was pink and his mouth hung open, taking in as much air as possible. His face was covered from his neck to his cheeks with slick and his eyes were closed shut. That was when you noticed the dark stain on his slacks.
â˘Theo was mentioned in the Harry Potter books (The Philosopherâs Stone, Order of the Phoenix).
â˘He is only referred to as âNottâ during the sorting ceremony in book 1.
â˘He isnât mentioned until book 5 as one of the only three students in the Care of Magical Creatures class who are able to see Thestrals, meaning that he had witnessed somebody die. He supposedly found it unpleasant as he watched one eat and he wasnât fond of the creatures.
â˘His appearances in the books are described as âweedyâ and âstringyâ meaning that he is likely canonically tall and thinly built.
â˘It is unclear when he is born, but it is said that his father was an older or elderly man who had been previously involved with the Deatheater Army during the First Wizarding War.
â˘Theodore was mentioned by Hermione in 1996 as one of the group of Slytherin boys whose fathers had been outed as Deatheaters by the magazine âThe Quibblerâ. His reaction seemed to differ from his friends as his reaction was the only one which was not specifically threatening or negative, suggesting indifference.
â˘At the end of his Fifth Year, Theodore Nott Sr. was captured in the Department of Mysteries as a member of Deatheater forces who participated in a raid of the Department and was exposed as an escaped Deatheater.
â˘With his father in Azkaban and his mother seemingly dead, it is unspecified who cared for Theodore during the summer holidays.
â˘In sixth year, Theodore was not asked to attend the Slug Club due to his fathers involvement with the Dark Lord, this is because of Professor Slughorns inquiry about Theoâs family from Blaine Zabini, who was later invited to the Club.
â˘Theodore was one of the few students who progressed to N.E.W.T level Potions. They seemed to poke fun of Hermiones Blood-Status and were skeptical of the effects of Amorentia.
â˘He attended his Seventh year at Hogwarts and was treated well due to his Blood Status.
â˘At the Battle of Hogwarts, it is unclear whether he joined Voldemorts side or Evacuated, but since he is not shown or mentioned defecting to the Deatheaters before the Battle, we can assume that he didnât end up fighting with the Deatheaters.
â˘It is also mentioned that he was later taken into custody for owning illegal Timeturners. We can infer from this that he could possibly have made them with dark magic, or he bought them for a hefty price. (Said in TCC, so possibly not Canon).
â˘Theo is mentioned to be very intelligent, but more of a Loner, since he didnât participate in many groups like the one led by Draco Malfoy.
Headcannons:
â˘Theodore watched his mother die when he was young, leaving him in the sole care of his father, who was a cold and bitter man.
â˘Theo didnât have many friends when he was younger except for Draco Malfoy, but he opened up slightly more at Hogwarts, though he still liked his alone time.
â˘He had a set path for him created by his father. He was supposed to work in the ministry and provide for a family, but Theo wanted to be a Potioneer like his uncle and much of his other family on his motherâs side.
â˘Theoâs mother left all of her belongings to him, and made sure that his father wouldnât be able to take possession of any of it. In his inheritance, he gained a large portion of money and an estate in rural Italy.
â˘His mother was from Florence, Italy and was married to his father through an arranged marriage, where she suffered abuse from Theodore Nott Sr. She died slowly due to a failed suicide attempt.
â˘Theodore had trouble connecting with people because of his parentâs relationship and the things that heâd witnessed in his childhood. He feared becoming his father more than anything, so he did all that he could to prevent it from happening.
â˘Heâd never had a real relationship and never would despite how many girls heâd slept with. He didnât want a commitment.
â˘Despite how quiet he was, Theo was a very funny person and to his friends, he was often the life of the party
â˘Theo was prone to addiction and often used unhealthy coping mechanisms like smoking, drinking and drug use, though he only took drugs at parties.
â˘Much like Draco, Theo took the Dark Mark as a punishment for his fatherâs mistakes, not out of willingness. He received it a week after his fifteenth birthday and struggled to adjust.
â˘He was 6â2â feet tall
â˘He tanned very nicely in the summer, leaving him with smooth, olive skin just like his motherâs.
â˘During the Battle of Hogwarts, Theo ran away with Blaise Zabini, purely because he wanted to avoid fighting people that heâd previously called friends.
â˘As his life went on, Theo learned from his mistakes and prejudices and slowly but surely became a better person. He was clean by the time he was 20.
â˘As a request from the Dark Lord, Theo created a Timeturner for him. But since heâd learned how to do it, he created more and gifted one to the Malfoy Family and kept one for himself. He didnât use it to change the past, but heâd travel back to his old house to watch his past, specifically, to watch his mother, trying to piece together parts of her life and his. It was the only way of truly knowing and remembering her because he was so young when she died.
â˘Theo died before he turned 30, ending the Nott family line. Heâd died alone after taking his own life to avoid being sent to Azkaban for his possession of illegal Timeturners.
â˘He lived a life of longing for love without receiving it. Secretly, he wished for a loving relationship and a family, but he didnât want to repeat the cycle of abuse that he was trapped in. He felt that his family line didnât deserve to be continued, he felt that he was atoning for their sins by ending it.
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