synopsis: when your boyfriends james and regulus rush to the infirmary after you knock yourself out, they’re relieved to see you awake… until they realize you don’t remember them and instead start flirting with them, completely unaware you’re already dating them.
tags: minor injury, concussion, mentions of being drugged due to a medicine, light angst, playful banter, angel imagery, temporary amnesia. (3k words)
The minute Remus had barged in and told James, who was lounging beneath a tree with Regulus, that you were knocked out in the infirmary, both of them were on their feet before he had even finished the sentence.
James moved first, which was not surprising considering the way his entire body had gone rigid with alarm the moment your name left Remus’ mouth.
One second he had been sprawled comfortably in the grass with his glasses sliding down his nose and the next he was halfway across the courtyard already, hair disheveled from running his hands through it as he demanded, “What do you mean knocked out? What the hell happened?”
Remus barely had the opportunity to answer before James was off toward the castle.
Regulus followed a moment later, though unlike James he was not panicking aloud, which did not mean he was calm; the fear coiled beneath his ribs, gnawing at him with the knowledge that something might have taken you before he could reach you. The image had arrived uninvited and vivid in his mind before he could stop it; you lying somewhere on cold stone, injured, alone, hurt because someone had been careless, and all he could think, over and over, was Remus’ words: knocked out, knocked out, knocked out, knocked out, knocked out—
He had already noticed something was wrong long before Remus appeared. You were always punctual when it came to your Thursdays with them, sometimes arriving early simply to irritate James by stealing his spot under the tree or tugging his hair loose just to annoy him. The fact that you had been thirty minutes late was unusual enough to make Regulus fucking anxious.
So now he was striding through the corridors of Hogwarts with long impatient steps while James practically barreled ahead of him, knocking past startled students and muttering frantic curses under his breath.
They pushed through the infirmary doors with enough force that they slammed against the wall, startling Madam Pomfrey who looked up with immediate disapproval.
“Mr. Potter,” she began sharply.
“Where is she?!” James demanded before she could continue.
Poppy sighed with weary patience. “Bed six,” she said, gesturing across the room. “And before either of you begins shouting, she is fine.”
James was already halfway across the infirmary.
Regulus followed more slowly, though the tightness in his shoulders betrayed how little he appreciated the situation.
Poppy continued explaining as they walked. “Apparently she was practicing a charm during class with Barty Crouch,” she said, her tone carrying particular disapproval, “and the spell went rather wrong.”
Regulus stopped walking. Slowly, he turned his head. “Wrong h0w?”
“The charm caused her to levitate far higher than intended,” she explained briskly, “she drifted all the way to the ceiling of some empty classroom before Mr. Crouch panicked and cancelled the spell entirely.”
“He dropped her?!” James said faintly.
“In short, yes.” Pomfrey confirmed.
(Regulus was already plotting the most violent methods to fucking murder him.)
“She struck her head on the way down,” Pomfrey added, “which resulted in a minor concussion. Nothing serious, though she has been unconscious for about forty minutes.” she explained as they had reached the bed.
James froze.
You were lying there beneath the pale infirmary sheets with your hair spread across the pillow, looking deeply asleep except for the faint crease between your brows that suggested the headache waiting for you when you woke. There was a small bandage near your temple and the sight of it alone was enough to make Regulus’ stomach twist unpleasantly.
As for James, he looked like someone had drained every drop of blood from his body.
“Oh, love,” James murmured.
Regulus stood at the foot of the bed, arms folded tightly across his chest as his gaze swept over you with sharp precision, assessing the situation the way he assessed everything.
You were breathing normally.
No visible injuries besides the bandage.
No sign of distress.
Still, his jaw tightened.
James sat carefully on the edge of the bed, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your face with surprising gentleness. “She looks fine,” he said quietly, though the words sounded like he was trying to convince himself.
From behind them Madam Pomfrey gave a patient sigh, clearly accustomed to the dramatic tendencies of Hogwarts students when anyone they cared about so much as sneezed.
“Oh, don’t fret so terribly, dear,” she said, her tone warm but practical as she approached the bedside. “As I mentioned earlier, it is nothing more than a minor concussion. I have seen far worse injuries walk out of this infirmary without so much as a lingering headache.”
James glanced over his shoulder as he and Regulus exchanged worried glances.
Pomfrey adjusted the edge of the bandage at your temple with practiced ease before continuing.
“She may appear a little disoriented when she wakes,” she added calmly. “I administered a mild draught to help with the pain, so it would not be surprising if she seems somewhat… hazy for a short while. A bit sluggish, perhaps even slightly drugged.”
Regulus raised one eyebrow faintly. “Drugged,” he repeated.
Pomfrey waved a hand dismissively.
“Oh, nothing alarming. Just the temporary effects of the potion settling in her system. In a few hours she will be perfectly herself again.”
She gave James a reassuring smile.
“So truly, Mr. Potter, there is no need to look as though the world has ended. Your sweetheart will be as good as new before the evening is out.”
Regulus hummed quietly as Madam Pomfrey moved away to tend to another student. Both of them had prepared themselves for something far worse than the sight that greeted them in the infirmary, yet the reality of you lying there motionless had still settled heavily in the room.
James continued pacing.
“—and what if she wakes up and her head still hurts? What if she’s dizzy? What if she—”
“James.”
He kept walking.
“What if she can’t—”
Regulus stepped forward and caught James firmly by the shoulders, forcing the taller boy to stop moving altogether. The sudden interruption startled him enough that he actually looked up. Before James could launch into another frantic thought, Regulus leaned in and pressed a brief, gentle kiss to his mouth.
“James, mon beau,” he repeated quietly.
He blinked, clearly caught off guard.
“Reggie,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair, “I’m just worried.”
“Stop panicking and pacing,” Regulus continued calmly. “She’s fine and she’s gonna wake up soon, yeah?”
James dragged a hand down his face and nodded, attempting to convince his own brain.
“Yeah. Okay. Right. She’s okay,” he said, the words coming out slightly uneven as he forced himself to breathe properly again. “I just… her head.”
James huffed out a quiet laugh despite himself. “Right. Yeah. Okay.”
“When she wakes up I am going to have a very unpleasant conversation with Crouch.”
James snorted weakly. “Get in line.”
For a few minutes the infirmary settled into a strained quiet.
James remained seated beside you, leaning forward slightly with his elbows braced on his knees while he watched your continued breathing. Every so often his hand drifted back to yours or brushed another stray piece of hair away from your face, small restless gestures that betrayed the nervous energy he was doing a very poor job of containing.
Regulus stood near the foot of the bed, his posture remained perfectly straight, arms folded, expression cool and unreadable. Anyone who did not know him well might have assumed he was entirely unaffected (which would have been very incorrect; he was one breath away from fucking collapsing, but if he did that then James would lose it, and Regulus refused to have both partners unconscious).
Neither of them noticed your fingers twitching against the sheets.
You stirred slowly, your body shifting beneath the blanket as the fog inside your head began to thin just enough for awareness to creep back in.
James straightened so quickly his chair scraped softly against the floor.
“Hey,” he said at once, his voice dropping instinctively into something gentle and reassuring. “Hey, sweetheart. Easy.”
Your eyelids fluttered open.
For several seconds you did nothing but blink up at the ceiling, your gaze unfocused as your brain attempted the slow and rather uncooperative task of catching up with reality. The infirmary lights were painfully bright, the air felt strange in your lungs, and your thoughts drifted sluggishly through your head as though someone had filled it with cotton.
The first thing you noticed was that there were shapes hovering above you.
Two of them.
Tall silhouettes standing close enough that their outlines blurred together against the light behind them.
You squinted harder, attempting to bring them into focus, but right as your vision began clearing both figures leaned in at the same time.
One of them came very close.
Very, very close.
You noticed messy dark hair first, then glasses sliding down the bridge of a nose as the taller one leaned directly over you with such obvious concern that he was practically breathing the same air.
From somewhere beside him another voice spoke, irritated and sharp.
“Give her some fucking space, James.”
“Oh—sorry—”
The tall one jolted back slightly.
“Oh shit. She’s awake. Reggie, she’s awake.”
Your lips curved into a slow, dazed smile.
“Wow,” you murmured hoarsely.
You were quite certain you had died.
Admittedly you could not remember the exact moment of death, but the evidence in front of you seemed fairly convincing. You were lying somewhere soft, the air felt pleasantly weightless, and hovering above you were two very beautiful men who looked so unfairly perfect that they could only belong to heaven.
They were angels, obviously.
You shifted slightly, squinting as your vision cleared enough to properly take them in.
One of them leaned closest to you, tall and broad-shouldered with dark hair. A pair of glasses rested crookedly on his nose and his expression held the sort of open warmth that made his face almost painfully easy to look at. He looked like the embodiment of sunlight.
The other stood just behind him, pale and elegant in a way that felt almost ethereal. His dark hair fell neatly across his forehead, framing eyes so striking they looked unreal against his pale skin. Where the first angel looked like sunlight, this one looked sharper, cooler; something beautiful carved from the galaxy.
If that was the welcoming committee waiting for you in the afterlife, you must have been doing something very right in your life without realizing it.
Your smile widened with dreamy satisfaction.
“Well,” you said slowly, your voice still thick with sleep and whatever potion was currently drifting through your bloodstream, “this is nice.”
The taller angel blinked.
“Nice?” he repeated, clearly offended by that assessment. His mouth pulled into the most ridiculous pout as he leaned closer again. “Oh, not so nice. You scared the hell out of us.”
Oh, those lips; so dreamy and soft looking. You suddenly had the overwhelming urge to kiss them. (You weren’t entirely sure if kissing angels counted as blasphemy, but honestly… what you would do. Heaven really did hold treasures.)
“So,” you continued thoughtfully, “I’m dead, right?”
Because honestly there was no other explanation that made nearly as much sense as waking up on what felt suspiciously like a cloud while two ridiculously attractive angels hovered nearby looking concerned about you.
And if this truly was the afterlife, then frankly you felt rather lucky about the arrangement.
“Hiii,” you said slowly, the word stretching out as though it had to travel a long distance to leave your mouth.
For a moment neither of them said anything.
The pale one tilted his head slightly, dark hair slipping across his forehead as he regarded you with something very close to amusement. “Oh, amour,” he said gently. “No. You are very much alive.”
You relaxed instantly. “Oh good.”
A dreamy sigh escaped you as you stared between them. “I’m so glad I was a good person.”
The taller angel blinked, seeming confused.
“Well,” the black-haired angel (and really, a very pretty one at that) said dryly, “when you’re no longer concussed I will be lecturing the absolute fuck out of you for whatever idiotic stunt you pulled with Crouch.”
You frowned at him, still floating somewhere between dream and reality. “But… I thought I was good.”
The curly-headed angel laughed quietly beside you, a soft, warm sound that made your chest feel a little too full.
“You are, sweetheart,” he said, the words rich with reassurance, almost teasing in the way he said them.
You pouted slightly.
“Well,” you reasoned slowly, eyes drifting between them, “I must be good if I’m going to heaven.”
The curly-headed angel immediately burst out laughing, a loud, joyful sound that made the air feel lighter.
“Oh, she’s absolutely high as a kite right now,” he said, still laughing, eyes sparkling with mischief.
You ignored him completely, captivated by the pale angel who seemed to embody a cruel kind of perfection, as though the universe had spent too long sculpting him.
“You’re so pretty,” you informed him softly, almost in awe.
The pale angel froze. A deep red flush crept up his neck, spreading across his ears like fire.
The curly-headed angel’s eyes widened immediately, and he grabbed the other by the shoulders with delighted amusement.
“Oh my god,” he said, laughter bubbling over, “look at you—Reggie’s blushing.”
“Ja—” the pale angel muttered sharply, but was interrupted.
“—;ook how cute you are when you blush!” the curly-headed angel continued, pinching his cheeks gently, still grinning like a fool.
The pale angel looked like he might actually bite him, and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing softly, utterly enchanted by the display.
Oh, how desperately you wanted them both, impossibly radiant and impossible to resist, each one a forbidden fruit in flesh and breath. You had no idea if humans (even dead ones, since clearly that was your current status) were even allowed to court two angels at the same time.
The temptation felt almost biblical, like Eve reaching for the forbidden apple, except you were far greedier; you did not crave one, you wanted both apples, whole and sacred and forbidden, and you wanted them all at once.
You frowned and tilted your head staring at them while you wished to steal a fragment of the perfection they radiated. “I wish I could have two.”
They both blinked in unison.
“Two what?” the curly-headed angel asked, genuinely confused.
You shrugged lazily, hands trailing over the blankets. “I don’t know. Just… wanna have two. But I can’t.”
The curly-headed angel immediately went wide-eyed, offended by the concept. “Well, that’s tragic,” he declared, puffing out his chest. “You ask, and you shall receive, ma belle,”
You turned toward both of them again, suddenly curious. “Are you dating anyone?”
The paler angel raised an eyebrow, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “Who,” he asked slowly, gesturing between himself and the other angel, “me or him?”
“Both of you,” you admitted, voice soft.
They exchanged a glance, a flicker of something private passing between them, before answering simultaneously: “Yes.”
And they smiled at each other.
You deflated immediately, pulling the blanket over your head. “Oh.”
The curly-headed angel leaned over with a laugh, his warmth filling the space around you. “Oh come on, why are you hiding, baby?”
Your muffled voice emerged from under the blankets. “Was gonna ask you out…”
He snorted softly.
“But too late,” you continued, tone heavy with mock despair. “You have someone.”
He chuckled, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face with a gentle hand. “Well maybe you should ask us out when you’re actually awake.”
The blanket shifted as you peeked back out. “I can ask you both out?”
The pale angel’s smirk lingered, faint but unmistakable. “Well, if you want two,” he said smoothly, “why settle for one, right?”
You considered this carefully, closing your eyes briefly as you imagined the impossible, the weightless air around you, the dizzying thrill of having them both so near.
“Hm,” you murmured, still dreamy, still half-lost in the impossibly bright, soft space you were convinced was heaven. “As long as I’m not kicked out of heaven…”
The curly-headed angel laughed, “Oh, you won’t get kicked out, don’t worry. Not for thinking you can have two angels. Besides…” He leaned closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Heaven’s really just about giving you what you’ve earned.”
You let out a small, sleepy giggle, feeling the lightness in your chest. “I suppose that makes sense,” you murmured, still half-lost in the soft, impossibly bright air.
He grinned, shaking his head slightly. “See? Nothing to worry about.”
Your eyes drifted between the two of them. “Y’know… you’re both very pretty,” you said thoughtfully, “but you must already know that if your partner tells you.”
He scoffed, shooting the pale angel a pointed look. “Yeah, actually,” he said, “I barely hear it.”
The pale one’s glare sharpened immediately, lips pressing together in a mock scowl that barely hid the blush rising to his cheeks.
You frowned, sleepy sympathy softening your expression. “Well, they suck.”
The pale angel choked on a laugh. James wheezed beside you, nearly falling off the edge of the bed with his amusement.
“I don’t want to be a homewrecker,” you continued, voice drifting with drowsy honesty, “but if I was dating both of you, I’d definitely remind you how pretty you are every single day.”
“Well, that’s enough angel talk for now.” the curly-headed angel leaned closer, whispering, “Come on, sleepyhead, you’ve got to rest.”
The pale one bent down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Rest now, amour. You’ve worried us enough for one day”
You let out a contented sigh, curling deeper into the blankets between them. “Okay…”
Wrapped between them, feeling impossibly safe, impossibly lucky, you allowed yourself to sink fully into sleep, two guardian angels holding the space around you as the world outside melted away.
****
You had been asleep for a good two hours, long enough for a lot to happen in the background, when Sirius suddenly barged in with Remus close behind.
Sirius pretended to sob as he enveloped both his brother and best friend in a dramatic hug, all while thrusting a ridiculously oversized bouquet into the bedside infirmary—flowers from Merlin knows where. (“Idiot. What the fuck is she supposed to do with these?” “Reggie, he’s trying to be nice, say thank you!”)
By the time Regulus had given Sirius and Remus their marching orders (though he was far nicer with Remus) with the excuse that you were still out of it, the room immediately felt calmer.
You stirred awake for the second time, blinking as clarity returned, and immediately noticed Regulus at your side. You reached out with both hands. “Oh, Reg, c’mere.”
He stepped closer, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face before pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. “So… you’re conscious now,” he murmured.
You hummed, smiling faintly. “Yeah. I think I’m good, just a little lighthea—”
Before you could answer, the curtains were abruptly pushed open again. Regulus stiffened immediately, jaw tightening as he muttered under his breath, “Not Sirius again…”
You turned your head, only to find Barty standing there, noticeably paler than usual, eyes wide and nervous.
Standing there, wide-eyed and panicked, was Barty. His hands twitched awkwardly. “Oh—Regulus, y’know, I didn’t mean—”
Regulus’s head snapped up, eyes locking onto Barty with a glare so sharp it could have dug a grave.
“You!” he pointed a sharp finger at his friend, “Outside. Now. We need to talk.”
James let out a soft, mischievous giggle, burying his face against your shoulder. “Oh,” he murmured, shaking his head, “he’s so gonna kill him.”
Idk if you’re taking requests but I’d love another poly! Jegulily x reader smut, maybe the boys walking in on reader and Lily 👀
so uh... idk if im good at writing smut but this one is for you love!!! also i am writing this from a hospital bed and my brain is only half working so
Caught
summary:James and Regulus catch you and Lily having some alone time
cw: MDNI. smut, this is kinda pwop, oral (f and m receiving) unprotected piv, cumplay?, swearing, idk this is literally just smut, lmk if anything needs to be added.
word count: 4.2k
Lily couldn’t be more perfect if she tried, her golden shining skin, her blazing emerald eyes, her ethereal copper hair. She was perfect in every sense of the word and you couldn’t believe she was yours.
How truly lucky you were. You got her all to yourself, yours to hold, to sleep next to, to feel. She was all yours, if only you didn’t share her.
You sometimes forgot that she wasn't only yours. You forgot that you had to share.
You loved your boyfriends, of course you did. And they loved you and Lily just as much. But there were days, moments that you just had to have her to yourself. You had to allow yourself to give into the pure greed you felt. She was yours, and you were hers.
That feeling, that greed, was especially present now, when she was pulling you upstairs into your bedroom. To be fair, you had been all over her all day, pulling her close and kissing every bit of skin you could reach. You could tell she tried to not let it affect her, but she had her limits. Limits you knew how to push and bend, knew exactly what to do or say to get exactly what you wanted.
Once she had finally snapped and gripped your wrist firmly, pulling you along behind her, you knew you had reached your goal. You got her to fold with a few whispered words and a coy look.
From pulling you behind her to pushing you into the room and onto the bed, every moment was heating up in the most delightful way. From her lips to her touch, you felt the flame of desire ignite and there was no extinguishing it now. Not as she climbed atop you, not when she lifted your shirt from your body, not when she kissed down your frame all the way to the flimsy material of your underwear that you were left in.
You could live in this moment forever. You could bask in the feeling of her gripping your thighs and pulling them apart, slotting herself nicely between them.
She slid her fingers into the waistband of said flimsy panties and slid them down your legs and threw them somewhere near the door. She made quick work of diving in, licking a stripe up your core. You groaned at the feeling, her tongue circling your clit over and over.
See, you all agreed that it was fine if two of you broke off every now and then for some quality one on one time. There was no rule against just you and Lily having some fun on your own, the other two didn’t have to be there. But, there was a sort of clause to this, just don’t get caught by the other two. More importantly, don’t get caught by Regulus.
At the beginning of your relationship, you often felt guilty, excluding the other two. That was, until Regulus had you in the shower all alone, growling that if he ever caught you like this with James or Lily, you would regret it. And that intrigued you.
Ever since then, you had yet to be caught, to see exactly what you would be regretting if you were. Now, there had of course been some close calls, but you took pride in yourself for the fact that you were incredibly sneaky and mischievous.
Today, you thought it was going to be one of those times, where you were able to sneak off and not be caught, just like every other time. That was until you heard the click of the door handle and looked just in time to see James and Regulus enter the room.
You saw James’s face spark with confusion then awe as he drank in the sight of Lily on her knees in front of you, lounging on the edge of the bed.
Regulus looked slightly different. You saw him look from you, to Lily, to the panties on the floor right in front of where he stood, then back to you. All with an unchanging expression. His eyes bore into yours, and you knew that you were fucked now.
“Lily,” you whined, trying to wiggle your hips out of her grasp, but she wouldn’t budge. You tried again, this time trying to push her away.
“I hear them,” she acknowledged. She didn’t halt her actions, if anything, it just encouraged her.
Your eyes were still locked on Regulus’s. His face still void of any shock, any emotion at all really. It was a strange contrast to James’s wide eyed stare and blushed cheeks, now the same deep pink color of his cock which was no doubt hardening beneath his jeans by the second.
With Lily’s continued ministrations, you couldn’t help the small moan that left your lips. You tipped your head back and allowed yourself to drink in the pleasure, whatever consequences be damned. Lily clearly wasn’t stopping, so why shouldn’t you continue to feel good?
You heard Regulus approach, his footsteps along with the wet sloppy noises that came from where you and Lily were attached being the only noises filling the room. He stopped just short of the side of the bed and reached to grasp your face in one of his hands, turning you to face him. You looked up at him and felt your heart rate rise in anticipation, wanting to finally find out what he had in store.
To your surprise, he just leaned down and kissed your lips. It was sweet, soft. He broke away and slid in behind you, helping to prop your body up so Lily could get better access. She took full advantage of this and flattened her tongue, adding pressure to your bud so nicely.
Regulus again turned your face to kiss you. You craned your neck to the side in an almost uncomfortable angle to reach him. He gave you a few soft kisses before licking along your bottom lip. You opened your mouth for him, allowing his tongue to explore yours. Your tongues danced together, there was no need for a battle of dominance when you both found a rhythm.
Lily seemed to be annoyed that the attention was off of her when she was the one working so hard, so she decided to bring a finger to your entrance and circle it, collecting your wetness before pushing in ever so slightly.
You forgot Regulus, snapping your attention back to her. You met her sultry gaze staring back at you as if tempting you to look away again. You saw her tongue start kitten licking you again and you moaned out, throwing your head back against Regulus’s shoulder. He stayed firm behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle to hold you in place for Lily.
Lily took Regulus’s help and added another finger to your entrance, pumping both in and out of you, curling upwards in the way only Lily did. You lost all your senses, letting out breathless moans and praises of Lily’s name. She felt so amazing. You were becoming undone for her, getting closer and closer to your orgasm.
“You just gonna stand there, pretty boy?,” you heard Regulus’s voice from behind you, "Or are you gonna come join us?”.
Lily halted her work on you and turned to look over her shoulder at where James still stood, your juices covering her mouth and chin. You whined, not wanting her to stop, but also looked to where your other boyfriend was.
He looked like he was in desperate need of some attention. You smirked, enjoying the fact that he could get this worked up by just watching you three. He stood, a little spacey and breathless.
You decided to help him out and smiled sweetly at him. “C’mere Jamie, I wanna play with you.” He nodded and moved quickly to be by your side.
Lily turned back to you and winked up at you before continuing. You fought the urge to roll your eyes back, you had to be somewhat coherent for James now. You turned your attention to where the boy was struggling to undo the button on his jeans, too busy watching what Lily was doing. You took pity on him and helped him.
His eyes flicked to you and gave you an appreciative look. He slid his jeans down his thighs leaving him in just his boxers. You reached up to wrap your hand behind his neck, pulling him into a kiss. His lips were needy against yours, eager for your touch at last. He shimmied out of his boxers and allowed his cock to be free of its restraints.
You took him in your hand, gathering his leaking precum to use as lubrication. You stroked him up and down with ease, pulling away from the kiss to allow his moans to ring through the air. Such sinful moans falling from his lips and you had only just begun touching him.
Regulus chuckled from behind you, amused with how needy James was. Regulus seemed to reward your actions by attaching his lips to the small space under your ear and sucking, biting. There was surely to be a bright purple bruise there the next time you looked at yourself in the mirror.
Everything was getting too much for you, every action, every noise, every touch, was blending together and you were falling fast. You felt the brink of orgasm approaching. You couldn’t help but moan out, throwing your head back onto Regulus’s strong shoulder.
Lily’s eyes shot up to yours, looking so sultry yet angelic between your legs, her tongue working her magic. She lapped you up in time with her fingers curling in just the right way, the way that only Lily understood. You were right on the edge, letting out breathless moans and chants of Lily’s name, before she suckled on your clit as her finishing move of her routine, and you were undone.
You felt every wave of pleasure as Lily worked you through your orgasm. “Good girl,” she drawled, giving you the praise she knew you wanted, Regulus doing the same by kissing your neck and shoulder sweetly. You relaxed for one moment, trying to catch your breath, before you heard a whimper beside you.
Your attention turned to the sad looking James at your side. You had forgotten his pleasure when seeking your own, and now he was pouting. You giggled, trying to compose yourself, and peeling yourself away from where Regulus and Lily had you, and crawled into James’s lap. Lily took your spot in Regulus’s lap, lounging lazily as both of them watched you and James.
Facing him, you took his face into your hands and pecked his lips. He tried to deepen the kiss again, wanting to continue where you had left off, but you cood, “Awe baby, I’m sorry. Did I forget about you?” James nodded fiercely, arms tugging you closer to him, trying to feel you everywhere. You could feel his dick so close to your bare cunt and groaned, grinding down on him to elicit the same reaction.
He whimpered and bucked his hips up into yours, dangerously close to entering you.
“Do you wanna be inside me baby? Would that make up for it?” you asked. James was almost shaking beneath you as he nodded and bucked up to meet your core again. You chuckled at his attempt to enter you, but looked to your other two lovers, just to make sure everything was alright.
Regulus had Lily in a similar position that you had just left. She was leaned up against his chest, legs spread for Regulus’s hands to work on her dripping cunt. You let out a short breathless moan at the sight. Regulus was whispering something into Lily’s ear that had her moaning and throwing her head back the same way you were just moments ago.
James must have had enough of your inattention, because he bucked up into you once again, this time finding his mark. James slipped into you easily due to the wet mess you had become on Lily’s tongue. You both groaned out at the familiar sensation, James stretching you out and you squeezing him in the way he loves.
Still facing him, you grabbed his face and pulled him into a fast and messy kiss. You both felt that needy desperation and melded together as you connected. James opened his mouth for you and you took advantage by licking into it. He moaned and pushed your hips down onto him even further. You threw your head back and let out a rather pornographic, attention seeking moan, putting on a performance for Regulus and Lily just as much as you were for James.
You started grinding down onto James, back and forth, as he let out soft whimpers. You moved your hips in a silent rhythm, getting James as close to his release as you could without bringing him to the edge. You moved your hips in time with his thrusts, the way you knew he liked, and let him think he was the one in control by allowing him to move your hips back and forth on his cock. He brought one hand up to cup your breast, pawing at it before taking your nipple into his mouth and suckling. You moaned and gripped his hair at the back of his head, tugging just slightly.
You snuck a look at Lily and Regulus where he had his ring and middle fingers pumping in and out of her at a rapid pace. Lily’s face was twisted with pleasure and ecstasy, eyes screwed shut and cheeks reddening to match the color of her lovely hair. She was going to come undone soon, and you couldn’t wait to hear the beautiful noises she would make. You know that watching you and James was tipping her closer and closer to the edge.
You rocked your hips on James at the same time as Regulus’s fingers sliding in and out of Lily. You cried out, gripping James’s shoulders and squeezing with your nails, no doubt leaving tiny crescent moons indented into his skin. You knew that sent a rush of pleasure down to James cock by the way he twitched inside of you and he let out a gargled moan.
You watch as Lily’s chest heaves up and down, moaning so seductively and making you want her between your thighs again. She let out moans in quick succession, squirming in Regulus’s grasp, legs flailing and hands gripping his thighs, anything to try and get away. But Regulus was all too used to this, and had her tightly against him as he continued his assault on her cunt. Fuck you werent going to last much longer.
In out, in out, in out. You could make out the sweat lining Lily’s chest. You started bouncing on James in time to Regulus now. James whimpered and nuzzled into the crook of your neck, giving you full control without pretending now. Bouncing, bouncing bouncing, closer and closer to the edge. Regulus added his thumb to brush Lily’s clit, and it had her screaming. You nuzzled back into James and slammed your hips down onto his, clenching his cock hard and feeling him spurt into you, moaning your name over and over, kissing your neck and holding you tight into him. You felt so good, wanting, needing to continue to rock your hips onto his, but you didn’t want to overstimulate him, especially when he had been such a good boy for you.
You didn’t have to wait for long, Regulus was pulling you off of James moments after James was completely coming down from his high. Both you and James whined at the feeling of the loss of each other. You felt the emptiness rush over you, but Regulus had a look in his eye that meant you wouldn’t have to go empty for long.
Regulus laid you down on the bed, smiling down at you. You became suddenly shy at his attention, remembering what he had said all that time ago about being caught, and now here you were, caught, and at his mercy. You were slightly scared, but you needed something, anything from Regulus. You would take the rough punishment, the unfair edging, the nerve-shattering overstimulation, anything.
“My turn baby,” He said, kissing your clavicle and taking your right thigh and pushing it down on the bed next to your body, giving him unrestricted access to your pussy, still dripping with James release. Regulus reached down between your two bodies and spread James’s cum up and down your cunt for lubrication. You could have cum from just that alone, but he then dipped two fingers into you, curling them upwards and making your back arch, before pulling them out and using James’s cum as lubrication for himself, tugging his cock once, twice, before lining up with you.
You looked over to where James was now between Lily’s thighs, eyes glazed over from pleasure. Lily’s fingers tangled in James’s locks as she used her leverage to grind on this tongue, meeting him lick for lick.
Regulus turned your face back to him, squishing your cheeks so that your lips pouted out. He chuckled at your expression. “Eyes on me now babygirl, yeah?” he said, more like demanded.
You nodded to him, eyes not leaving his, as you felt his tip line up with your entrance. He then pushed in, so slowly. Inch by inch he pushed in until he bottomed out. You had no breath to moan or cry out. He pulled out ever so slightly before thrusting in again. You arched your chest up to meet his and he took this as a sign to speed up a little more.
Still holding your right thigh in place, he thrust into you deeper. You felt every glorious inch of him and forgot about the whole ‘being caught’ scenario… Maybe he did as well. Maybe there was no reason to worry yourself. You let yourself relax and enjoy it all.
You finally got out a strangled moan, encouraging Regulus on. He was slipping in and out so easily, so quickly, that you barely had the right state of mind to notice that James and Lily were now 69ing.
Regulus gripped your thigh with one hand and brought his other to grip your throat, stabilizing himself as he thrust even harder into you. You whimpered, half at the way he was making you feel, and half due to the moans coming from both overstimulated James and Lily.
Regulus squeezed your throat in the most delicious way that made the sides of your vision go fuzzy and all the blood go straight to your pussy. Regulus pounded into you with vigor as he saw your eyes start to roll back into your skull. He was letting out breathless sounds, the only thing close to a moan he would ever let out, while you while you completely let go, moaning and cursing, chanting his name like a sinful prayer.
“Reggie, R-Reggie.” you cried out.
He smirked down at you. “What is it baby?” he asked with fake worry. You could hear the noises that James and Lily were making and you knew you were going to cum for Regulus embarrassingly fast.
“C-could we… switch positions. P-please?” you asked as he continued pounding into you.
Wordlessly he gripped your hips and turned you so that you were on your hands and knees. He pushed down on your middle back so that your tits met the bed and your ass was perfectly on display for him. From this position, you could watch James and Lily with ease. She was on top, riding his face, her juices running down his neck and chest, his cock a deep red, ready to be played with again.
You caught Lily’s eye and for the second time tonight, she winked at you. You turned into a shy mess again, hiding your face in the sheets before you felt Regulus slide his dick up and down your slit, recoating himself to push into you.
He lined himself up with your entrance yet again, but it was you who pushed back onto him. He let out a low groan and took your hips in his hands. He wasted no time, holding you in place as he pounded into you. You moaned so loudly that you were sure everyone down the block could hear you, but you didn’t care, his cock was too deep, he felt too good. And Lily and James sounded as if they were right there with you, feeling just as amazing.
“Fuck James,” Lily moaned out, lazily stroking his cock while still riding his face.
Regulus continued thrusting, bending one of his legs to the side of you for better leverage, reaching new depths. You cried out broken moans holding off your orgasm as long as possible, but you couldn’t hold it for much longer.
“I, Reggie, I’m s’close,” you moaned. “Please can I cum?” you still didn’t know for sure where you stood with him, if he was going to rip away your orgasm at the last second for getting caught.
Regulus just breathed out a “Cum whenever you want baby.”
He thrust into you faster now, knowing that you were on the brink. You couldn’t stop it, everything again came crashing down on you. You screamed out, but Regulus shoved your face into the bed to muffle the sound, still fucking into you to chase his own release.
You couldn’t catch your breath, listening to James come undone next, then Lily right along with him, her high pitched moans reverberating off the bedroom walls.
Regulus pounded into you for a good while after you had cum, James cuddled into Lily’s lap as they both just watched you take your pleasure.
Your body felt so lifeless as Regulus used it, pounding into you like a doll. You loved it. He was close, his thrusts becoming sloppy and not as coordinated as usual. You decided to finish your performance with an encore.
“Fuck Reggie,” you moaned out with a scratch in your voice from all the moaning and screaming. “You fill me up so good.”
You felt him twitch, gripping your hips and getting ready to spill into you.
“Merlin, you feel so good Reggie.” you coaxed, trying to get him to cross the finish line like all of you already had.
“You know how to make me feel so good, Y/N.” Regulus said, out of breath and sweat dripping down his temple as he chased his high.
You moaned once more before hitting the final nail on the coffin. “I love you Reggie.” you breathed out.
This completely broke him. He threw his head back, eyes tightly shut as he let out a whimper for you, coating your walls with his hot ropes of cum. You smiled and moaned with him, loving the fact that you got him to make such pretty noises, especially when he is the most reserved out of the four of you.
You confidently whipped around to face him, disconnecting from his cock to connect to his lips with a small peck. He smiled down at you yet again. “I love you too,” he replied softly.
You crawled to where James was laying on the bed, beat and ready to cuddle and sleep. Lily had gone to grab a few towels to wipe off with. You kissed James’s cheek and asked if he had enjoyed himself. He nodded sleepily and you giggled.
Lily took care of James while Regulus grabbed a cloth and wiped your core down for you. You told him you could do it yourself, but he insisted.
“I thought you were going to be mad at me.” you admitted to him, breaking the comfortable silence that had built throughout the room.
“Why would I ever be mad at you babygirl?” Regulus replied to you, wiping down your thighs where he and James’s cum had mixed and dripped out.
You shrugged but said “Well because of what you said about if you ever were to catch me… I thought that you’d be mad or jealous or something.” you tried to explain.
He chuckled, folding the small towel before throwing it somewhere near the laundry. “Oh baby,” he said, “As long as I am able to join, I’m never going to be mad or jealous.” He kissed the top of your head before slotting himself behind you, spooning you. “That is, as long as I am able to join…”
“I would never not want you to join.” you said to him quickly. “I like when we all have fun.”
“Oh baby,” Lily said, crawling in behind James to spoon him just as Regulus was spooning you. “You didn’t like when it was just me and you?” she teased.
“I did!” you tried to defend yourself. “I just… I don’t want anyone to ever feel left out.”
Regulus cooed at you and kissed your cheek, cuddling into you. “Aren’t you just the sweetest thing?” Regulus said.
“She certainly is.” Lily said, licking her lips and winking at you again.
oh gosh... i will check for spelling and grammar issues tomorrow whenI am slightly more aware of my surroundings but hey, first work of 2025 done!!! please let me know if there is like a glaring issue or anything lmao. please send in asks/requests case i am SO BORED in this hospital ❤️
You didn't necessarily need magic to turn fantasies into reality. Sometimes, a broken shower worked just as efficiently.
jegulus x reader
warnings: smut
Hi! So, this is technically part 2 of this request, but it can be read as a standalone, too <3
The hands on your hips guided your movements, bringing your body to collide with his in a dance of uncoordinated limbs, his grip so deliciously tight it made you hum in pleasure.
The changing room was empty, players and students of all houses already scattered through the castle to celebrate after the last match of the season. A thin fog still lingered in the air from the showers running not even half an hour before, steam clinging to the walls in rivulets of water slowly rolling down the surface.
The same tantalizing drops cascading down your boyfriend’s body, too. You wanted to capture every single one of them with your tongue, trace the hard planes of James' chest, savor the heat of his skin.
His lips chased yours eagerly, urgently, like he starved for them and the way they molded perfectly against his.
“You'll get all wet, baby” he breathed between hungry kisses and playful bites. A sort of warning he himself didn’t seem to care too much for. Not with the way he kept holding your body so close to his, so tight, that not even a breath of hair could come in between.
The beads of water still clinging to his torso soaked your shirt, making it stick uncomfortably to your burning skin.
But you guessed it was a deserved little punishment for not being able to wait for him to even dry himself after his shower before jumping his bones.
Who could blame you ? James looked a little too good with only that towel around his hips.
Towel that, miraculously and unfortunately, was still holding strong.
Maybe it was for the best. You didn’t want things to end too soon.
Not before everything actually started, at least.
“That’s hardly news” you whispered playfully, licking into his mouth, your tongues seeking each other’s.
Your hands reached for his still damp hair, carding through the chocolate locks fervently, tasting the sound of his low moans right on your lips.
The muscles of his arms flexed under your touch as the hold on your hips tightened imperceptibly.
“I meant your clothes” he purred with an amused chuckle, lips continuing their torturing journey on your skin, leaving a trail of heated, open-mouthed kisses down your sensitive neck, feeling your heartbeat against his tongue.
“Don’t care,” you exhaled with a smirk he couldn’t see but could definitely hear by the way he smiled on your skin “they’re coming off anyway”
Or you sure hoped so.
His hands leaving your lower back to travel up and unbutton your, now soaked and almost see through, shirt with skilled and impatient fingers definitely kept your hopes up.
“Will this be our new victory celebration ? Fucking in the showers ?”
By the amused tone of his voice, he didn’t seem to mind one bit.
Gryffindor had won the infamous match James had lost nights of sleep for, thinking of strategies to defeat the, apparently unbeatable, Slytherin team and talking about a certain marvelous seeker non-stop.
The same seeker who seemed to be kind of out of it during the whole game, in your humble opinion.
You were no Quidditch expert, but you were a Regulus one for sure.
You knew something was going on, still you couldn’t put your finger on it, really.
Maybe he simply got a bit distracted by the sun getting in his eyes ?
Maybe it shined a little too brightly to be ignored ?
And maybe that sun had a name and a last name, too ?
Who knew ?
Definitely not you. Right ?
Your mouth curved into a grin.
“Win again and you'll find out”
The digits masterfully working on the wet fabric stopped their ministrations, leaving your blouse half open.
His eyes trailed on the exposed skin of your cleavage, the lacy bra that hugged your curves peeking through the now open cloth.
The quiet ‘fuck’ groaned under his breath had no business turning you on the way it did. But how could it not when he looked at you like you were some sort of ethereal Goddess put on earth for him to worship ?
His mouth turned even more eager, hungrier. Fierce kisses decorated your skin, teasing bites complemented it with delicate shades of crimson soothed by the gentle caress of his tongue.
He traveled down, tracing your shoulder, your collarbone, your sternum, almost reaching the tender flesh of your breasts.
Almost.
Because the sound of a throat clearing echoed through the empty changing room like the rumble of thunder announcing a storm on a summer day.
The same storm that colored his eyes.
James nearly jumped out of his skin at the voice shattering the little bubble of intimacy you and him had gotten lost in, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights.
He slowly pulled away from your skin, glossy gaze focused on the source of that sound.
There, in the middle of the room, eyes settled on the mess of intertwined limbs you and your boyfriend were not even a moment ago, stood Regulus.
The corners of your mouth curled up the slightest bit.
“Ehm- I fear this is not the Slytherin changing room” James' words sounded uncertain, cautious. Almost afraid that the brooding angel that had appeared so suddenly would bite him if he said the wrong thing in the wrong way.
And he was absolutely right to be.
Regulus did bite. Metaphorically and physically speaking.
Regulus’ eyes trailed over your flushed cheeks, your neck scattered in hickeys, your soaked and half open blouse almost fully showcasing your chest and letting your bra peek through the fabric.
“I noticed,” he said, silver gaze shifting to roam over your boyfriend’s mouth-watering body, running all over James’ sun-kissed skin and the muscles flexing underneath it, the hard lines of his abs, the alluring way his v-line led down and down until it disappeared under that damn towel “These outrageous colors are hard to miss”
Unfortunately for him, the sharp sarcasm dripping from his tone did nothing to conceal the clear interest written in his eyes.
You had the feeling he wasn't talking about the colors at all.
And they surely didn’t seem so hideous if the way he subconsciously wet his lips at the sight in front of him was of any indication.
You wondered how much he saw, how long he had taken in the scene in front of him before deciding he had enough.
“What brings you here ?” James’ tone wasn't accusing, just curious. Careful.
The way he gulped soundly at the view of Regulus’ tongue peeking through his parted lips didn’t go unnoticed.
“Except for the questionable decor, of course” you added, teasing. A daring glint shining in your eyes.
Regulus didn’t answer. Not even a word.
He just kept observing, gaze shifting between you and James as the silver in his eyes melted, the blackness of his pupil almost erasing it completely.
You felt a shiver run down your spine as his eyes set on you at last.
“Our showers stopped working” he stated, looking at you attentively, calculating. Like, somehow, he knew.
You wouldn’t have been surprised if he did.
It was Regulus Black you were talking about after all.
One of the brightest students in Hogwarts, star player of the Slytherin Quidditch team, the most sharp-minded person you had ever met.
And your ex-boyfriend who knew every corner of the maze your mind was.
No one fooled Regulus Black. Not even you.
“They just…broke ?” the Slytherin’s eyes peeled from your figure to focus on James and his slightly puzzled frown. Like he couldn’t really think it was possible.
“Oh, no. They gave me a warning before they did. Like every inanimate, non-incantated object would do” Regulus deadpanned, eyes narrowed and tone tinged with his trademark bite.
James, to his credit, didn’t seem the slightest bit fazed by it. If anything, he looked amused, every trace of confusion and tentativeness disappearing from his face to make space for an intrigued, mischievous smile.
“Showers speak ?” he asked in mock bewilderment, “Merlin, I bet they talk real shit about me and my ear-splitting singing, then” his head tilted to the side in that cocky but infuriatingly charming manner of his, looking at Regulus with a spark of challenge.
You shook your head at your boyfriend’s words, eyes rolling in amusement as the corners of your mouth pulled into a grin.
James was playing with fire, and he knew that.
He knew that perfectly well.
Regulus' gaze narrowed, piercing and intense.
“Are you ever serious ?” a sheer annoyance coated his tone.
James’ eyes lit up.
“No,” he smirked, troublemaker grin on full display “I’m always James”
You almost choked on the chuckle you had to suppress. Not at the joke per se, but at the shameless audacity with which he had made it.
You knew your boyfriend was a little reckless sometimes, his lack of self-preservation wasn't well-known among his Gryffindor peers for nothing, but you had never seen him come so close to the flames, risking being burned to the bone.
The fire in question being none other than Regulus Black.
“You think you’re funny” he stated utterly unimpressed, a perfectly arched brow cocked up.
“Sometimes” your boyfriend smiled smugly.
A huff escaped the Slytherin’s mouth, head shaking from side to side in disbelief.
When he stopped it was to look directly at you.
“How do you put up with him ?” he asked, aloof and direct as always.
James didn’t seem fazed by the harsh straightforwardness of Regulus’ question, the self-satisfied smile on his lips only growing.
He was used to the Slytherin being borderline mean to him, and he didn’t seem to mind it one bit. You thought he liked that, even.
He was into feisty people, it appeared.
A similar grin tugged at the corners of your lips.
That was your chance.
It was now or never.
“How about I show you ?”
Both their expressions froze for a second.
Two pairs of eyes set on you as the, almost imperceptible, sound of buttons being freed from their loops followed your words. Your hands reached for your shirt, finishing what James had started.
A shiver ran down your spine as the half-soaked fabric caressed your heated skin, sliding off of your shoulders until it met the floor with a soft rustle.
“If you want,”
You held their gazes, eyes shifting from, equally wide and dumbfounded, cold steel to rich hazel back and forth while your fingers trailed on the hem of your skirt. Your hands worked unhurriedly, rolling the zipper down, letting the fabric slide off your hips as you swayed them just enough to help the cloth glide down your thighs, until it fell on the dark hardwood, joining your already forgotten blouse.
“If you let me”
The room was still filled with sheer steam, clinging to your almost fully exposed body and making your skin glisten under the warm light of the setting sun seeping through the high windows. However, that wasn’t the reason for the increasing heat spreading through every fiber of your being.
Their eyes trailed on your figure, on the way the lace of the very special set you had chosen to wear under your clothes hugged your curves just right, enhancing your silhouette and fitting you like a glove.
There was a, not so veiled, thrill in James’ stunned stare as he drank you in, his mouth agape like he had never seen you like that. Like you weren't the one chanting his name like a prayer almost every night.
Regulus’ gaze darkened with a scorching intensity, not a glimmer of gray in sight as he took you in completely, eyes traveling on that body he had one worshiped like it was a temple.
He observed you, analyzing your tone, your words, the way your eyes kept bouncing between him and James.
“That’s a dangerous game you’re playing” his voice came out low, hoarse.
One of your brows quirked up.
“What game ?” there was no teasing in your tone, no trace of amusement “I was merely extending an offer”
You weren’t blind, nor stupid. You had eyes and they worked well. Some might say a bit too well.
You observed, you watched carefully, read the room with a quick glance. It was your thing, noticing things others didn’t.
In all honesty, your discovery had little to do with your observation skills.
It was the shivers along your spine, the hair at the base of your neck standing up, the way every single nerve of your body responded to that magnetic pull. Every time their gazes locked the earth shifted on its axes and gravity wasn’t the reason your feet were on the ground anymore. It was the weight of those eyes, the desire dripping from them.
Desire for one another.
Desire for you.
Their eyes met, slowly, tentatively, like they had done so many times before, that same tsunami of emotions raging in them like a storm waiting to be freed.
The room charged with a buzzing tension, and you swore you could feel it. That spark igniting, those flames burning every doubt to ashes.
Their gazes returned to you, tension becoming electric.
For a moment, nothing happened. Not a sound, not a word.
Then-
The hide covering the soles of his shoes produced a soft, dull sound on the hardwood floor as Regulus suddenly took a step forward, thick leather gloves meeting the ground with a quiet thud.
Your eyes zeroed on that movement, a sudden rush of adrenaline running through your veins.
Another step, and his arm pads were tossed aside, not a single second look spared at them.
Your boyfriend’s gaze matched yours, following every single motion of Regulus’ body.
One more stride, and his shin pads joined the rest of the mess, completely forgotten.
Until he stood directly in front of you and James.
“Do it, then”
A beat of silence passed.
“Show me”
He started with the emerald cape hugging his shoulders, unlacing the thin leather strings, and letting it slip off smoothly until cascaded to the floor in a velvety whisper.
Slender fingers grabbed the hem of his jersey, lifting it up slowly, excruciatingly so, revealing inch after inch of alabaster skin.
Lean, defined muscles rippled underneath his flesh, flexing at every hint of movement, every shift of his body, creating an alluring path that led further and further down.
He unclasped his belt without hesitation, tossing it aside unceremoniously before he went to work on his pants, unbuttoning them with little effort, digits fiddling with the zipper before rolling it down.
In a matter of seconds, he got rid of his shoes, slithered the fabric off his toned legs exposing the milky skin of his thighs, and disregarded them on the floor.
His gaze never faltered. Not even one bit.
Your brain short-circuited at the sight presented in front of you, mouth dry and heart about to jump out of your chest.
“Fucking hell”
Those two strangled words coming out from James' mouth perfectly reflected every thought swirling through your head in that precise moment.
Fucking hell, indeed.
Because Regulus was practically naked, with that half smirk curving his lips and a firestorm rampaging in his eyes.
You turned to your boyfriend, and your knees almost gave out.
The eagerness in his eyes, the hunger, the need simmering in them as he drank in the image of you and Regulus, together and bare, before him almost knocked the breath off your lungs.
You looked at him, holding his burning gaze, waiting. A clear question etched in your eyes.
And you ? Would you let me ?
The answer seemed obvious seeing the way he couldn’t take his eyes off of either you or Regulus.
It was written all over him, the way he craved you, the way he craved both of you.
James wore his heart on his sleeve, it wasn’t hard to figure out what kind of thoughts were flooding his mind.
His response should’ve been obvious to you, crystal clear.
“Isn’t he beautiful ?”
“Y/n…”
“Come on, It's just an innocent question”
“Is it ?”
"Absolutely”
“Liar”
“Answer me, Jamie. Isn't Regulus gorgeous ?”
“Fuck, fuck- yes. Yes, he is. He is- holy shit. And you are, too. You are. You both are. And I really need you right now or I'll literally combust on the spot”
He had told you not even a week before between low moans, breathy whimpers and your body moving on top of him making him lose every ounce of control.
But you needed him to say it again. Something, anything, to make sure that conversation wasn’t just another product of your fantasies.
Except that James’ mouth didn’t move. Not until it was on you.
That mere, insignificant step between your bodies turned into dust the moment your lips collided.
It was urgent, desperate, the way he sucked on your lips, on your tongue, his hands gripping your hips so deliciously tight you knew they would leave a mark imprinted on your skin.
And you couldn’t wait for it. You wanted it.
You wanted more.
You wanted everything.
“I’m at your mercy” he uttered helplessly, yielding “Whatever you want, however you want it. It’s yours”
“James-”
“It’s yours”
It took you a second to understand, to fully grasp the meaning of his words, but once you did-
Oh, the thrill it sent down your spine.
Yours.
As is in you and Regulus.
Whatever you and Regulus wanted. However you and Regulus wanted it.
The blood running through your veins turned into lava, liquid heat simmering beneath your flesh.
“You mean that ?” Regulus’ voice came out low and more wavering than you had ever heard it, James’ words affecting him just as much as they had affected you. You could hear the control slipping away from him, vanishing little by little like the space between your bodies.
He was close.
They were close.
You were all a mere whisper apart from each other and it was intoxicating how you could feel the heat radiating from their skin, how their hands itched to touch, to feel, how the color in their eyes vanished with every second that passed, swallowed by that need that was raging inside each one of you.
James’ eyes shifted to your left, settling on Regulus, looking at him breathlessly, speechless, admiring the work of art before him.
Messy curls, glossy eyes, red lips, smooth skin.
He was a vision.
“Potter” it was bewitching the way that single word rolled off Regulus’ tongue, so firm and yet so soft, as he took a small step forward, lowering his voice to a whisper “I asked if you mean that”
And your boyfriend, who looked like he was about to get on his knees and worship the ground you and Regulus walked on, just looked at him with earnest, lidded eyes.
“I do” he choked out breathlessly “I really fucking do”
Then it happened.
The moment Regulus’ lips met James,’ everything stopped.
For three seconds.
Three seconds in which the concept of time and space shattered to pieces.
Three seconds that lasted a blink of an eye and a century altogether.
Three seconds for James’ brain to fully understand what was happening, to realize that it was actually happening.
Three seconds and then the world set on fire.
James dived in the kiss like a man starved and Earth started spinning again, faster than it ever did before.
Every cell, every nerve and muscle, every single inch of your being came to life at the image unfolding in front of you.
James latched onto Regulus’ mouth like it was his first meal after weeks of starvation. Like he had been dying to feel that taste on his tongue and was slowly getting consumed by how addictive it was.
Regulus’ hand slipped to the back of James’ neck, drawing him even closer, lips moving on his just as relentlessly, just as famished, pure, and unfiltered need etched in the way he chased after the Gryffindor like he was the oxygen missing in his lungs.
Their tongues brushed, teasing and greedy, mouths swallowing every sound, every moan.
But, as Regulus grazed James’ bottom lip lewdly, feeling the plump and swollen flesh between his teeth while your boyfriend became putty in his hands, you couldn’t help but think that the one who lacked air to breathe was you.
You felt dizzy, high like you were on the most powerful of drugs.
And, maybe, you even were. Because there was no other explanation for the sudden euphoria taking over your body like a tidal wave, engulfing you in a sea of need, and taking you deeper and deeper until you couldn’t breathe anymore.
You were drowning, and you couldn’t have cared less. The current taking you away was too strong, too compelling for you to resist it.
So, you didn’t.
You had set that storm in motion, after all.
Suddenly, an arm wrapped around you, bringing you back to reality and taking over every other thought running through your brain.
A shiver ran down your spine and spread all over your body at the gentle yet urgent pressure of a strong hand on your lower back, urging you forward.
The two bodies in front of you disentangled from their embrace of limbs and tongues but never disconnected.
James’ hand was still on Regulus’ hip, sun-kissed fingers against pearly skin. His other arm was on your back, guiding you forward until you were surrounded by heat and wandering hands. Right in between them.
“Enjoying the show ?” Regulus’ breath fanned over the shell of your ear, hot and uneven, smirk concealed from your eyes but unmistakably there. His chest pressed against your back, the lean outline of his abs kissing your skin, molding to your silhouette.
And you would’ve loved to answer, let him know everything that was going through your mind in that precise moment, had it not been for another pair of sinful lips preventing you from doing exactly that.
James' mouth was hungry, relentless as it chased yours, kissing you so intensely you felt his need to your core.
Your bodies were glued, chest to chest, the material of your bra thin enough to make you feel his scorching skin right through it.
Behind you, Regulus’ mouth hovered over your neck, so dangerously close to that sweet spot right below your ear that you were struggling to keep the pathetic moan threatening to leave your throat to yourself.
His lips finally brushed your skin, teeth biting gently, teasing, soothing the delicious sting with his tongue only to start all over again.
All the fight left your body at once.
Your mouth parted, a cry of pleasure rolling out.
And James, who you felt smirk like he had hit the jackpot himself, took full advantage of that. His tongue dipped between your lips, licking and savoring every inch of your mouth as if he didn't already know it by heart, swallowing every little delighted sound escaping your throat and going even deeper.
You were intoxicated, lost in the feeling of those two bodies that had hunted your fantasies now flushed against yours in flesh, and blood.
“It’s rude not to answer, love” your boyfriend’s voice was breathless, hoarse as he pulled away just long enough to let you breathe. That same smirk plastered onto his kiss-bruised lips.
An airless scoff left your lungs at the audacity of that statement.
“Says the one shutting me up” your retort was weak, winded, yet laced with sheer snark.
The playful half-smile he gave you in return made your knees weak.
Or, maybe, it was Regulus and his mouth still busy worshiping your neck.
Or the fact that you felt their hands all over your body. Your arms, your waist, hips, thighs. Everyfuckingwhere.
A familiar warmth pooled at the pit of your stomach, a gentle heat that begged to be fueled.
You couldn’t wait anymore.
“James” you exhaled, trying to ground yourself, to not lose focus.
“Yes, love ?” his lips had slid to the other side of your neck, mirroring Regulus in his mission to make you fall apart.
But you had something else in mind.
“The, fuck-” you gasped, Regulus’ hand wandering dangerously close to where you ached the most “-the bench”
You didn’t have to repeat it twice.
Your boyfriend’s mouth traveled back up swiftly, leaving small, feather-light kisses along your skin until he reached your lips, tasting them briefly once again.
There was no trace of questioning in his eyes, not even a speck of uncertainty.
His words echoed through your head like a mantra as his body untangled from yours, albeit a bit reluctantly if the lingering touch of his hands on your hips was of any indication, to reach the wooden bench a few steps behind you.
'Whatever you want, however you want it. It’s yours'.
He had said it, and he had meant it. No questions asked.
If Regulus had said something instead, you had no doubt he would have complied just as easily.
Which brought you back to said boy and his unholy mouth teasing that sweet spot on your neck.
You turned around in his embrace, facing him, his arms still circling your figure, caressing your heated skin before they ultimately settled on your hips.
After so much time, you were standing in front of him once again, face to face and barely clothed, like you had done so many times before.
Before James. Before all of that.
It took him less than a second to capture your mouth with his.
The groan echoing in the room went directly to your core.
You weren’t even sure where it had come from.
Was it Regulus ?
Was it James ?
It could’ve very well been you, for all you knew.
It didn’t matter.
Not when Regulus’ tongue slipped past your lips, licking into your mouth like not even a day had passed from the last time.
“I missed you” his breath mingled with yours, hot and uneven, as he spoke those words right on you.
A faint, mischievous smirk curved your mouth.
“Yet, you jumped my boyfriend’s bones first chance you got instead” you bit his bottom lip playfully, teasing. Just like the hint in your voice.
Regulus’ grip on your waist tightened imperceptibly, bringing your body fully on his, letting his hands wander.
They slid beneath the hem of your panties, his palms gently smoothing over the supple flesh of your ass, pulling you forward.
“I have your taste branded on my tongue, Y/n” he breathed, looking you in the eyes with a heat that could’ve turned the Forbidden Forest to ashes in seconds “Can you blame me for wanting to try this new one I’ve been craving first ?”
Could you ?
It was James Potter you were talking about, after all. Gryffindor's Golden Boy, the sweetheart, the boy with a smile more blinding than the sun and the body of a God.
You couldn't have blamed Regulus even if you had been actually serious about your little provocation.
Who better than you could’ve understood him ?
Another low grunt reached your ears. And, this time, you were sure it couldn't have come from either you or Regulus.
No, that was James.
James who sat on the bench at the center of the changing room, just a few feet away from you.
James, whose legs were spread, defined muscles flexing under smooth skin.
James, whose towel was long forgotten on the floor.
James who was lazily stroking himself at the sight of you and Regulus together.
Head thrown back enough to expose the blooming red marks on his neck, lustful lidded eyes looking at you through thick lashes, muscles shifting hypnotizingly at every lazy glide of his hand on his half-hard cock.
That view almost brought you to your knees. Literally.
But if the loud gulp bobbing Regulus’ Adam’s apple up and down was of any indication, you weren’t the only one to have such thoughts.
His eyes trailed over your boyfriend’s each and every move. Greedy, hungry.
A dark chuckle left his throat.
“I think I understand you now” his warm breath fanned over the shell of your ear, his lips taunting the skin with every word whispered.
Goosebumps rose all over your body.
“And what is that you understand exactly, mmh ?” your tone was as teasing as his mouth on you as you found yourself unable to tear your eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of you.
James groaned again, guttural, and low as the hand bringing him pleasure sped up just enough to grant him some sweet relief.
“As if you don’t already know” Regulus’ voice was breathy, heavy, the light smirk around his words going straight between your thighs to add fuel to the already raging fire simmering in your veins, his gaze mirroring yours. His words were followed by skillful fingers, traveling up your torso, dancing on your skin, reaching the thin, lacy straps of your bra, and sliding them off your shoulders reverentially, placing a kiss right on that now naked spot.
“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t” you taunted, your head turning to catch the ravenous glint in those mesmerizing pools of silver.
“Maybe-” your tongue darted out, licking over his lips tantalizingly “-I just want to hear you say it”
The corner of his mouth tilted upward slightly, eyes burning into yours.
“You play dirty, darling” he whispered, his left hand tracing your back, sending shivers down your spine as his practiced fingers unhooked the clasps of your bra in a swift, precise move.
You heard James’ moan, fighting a lost battle as he tried to suppress a curse under his breath.
The humid air hit your bare chest, and you bit your lips to not let the most pathetic whine out.
“I told you, this is not a game” you managed to utter, head falling back, resting on Regulus’ shoulder but inclined enough to still witness James trying not to slowly lose every ounce of control, as he explored your almost naked body like he was studying a map, imprinting it in his brain like he hadn’t already uncovered every inch of it with his hands. Or his tongue.
“What do you want me to say, then ? That he is charming ?” he whispered right on your neck, his body now flushed against yours once again-
“That he is funny ?”
His mouth rested on your pulse point, feeling the blood pumping through your veins like a tsunami, tasting the beat of your heart on his tongue, his teeth grazing your skin sensually-
“That he is the hottest guy I've ever laid eyes on ?”
His lean yet strong muscles surrounded you, kissing your back, circling your silhouette in the filthiest of embraces, bringing you impossibly closer, hands traveling down and down-
“That him sitting there, stroking his cock like that, gets me like this ?”
His erection pressed against the plump flesh of your ass, hard as a rock, letting you feel all of him through the thin fabric of his underwear as his hand slid beneath the hem of your panties-
“That I want to taste him while I worship your sweet cunt, his cum dripping from you as you beg for more ? As you beg for both of us ?”
His slender fingers glided over the tender skin of your folds, collecting your arousal, spreading it all over you, teasing you as he caressed that sweet spot that had you see stars.
Your head was in the clouds, hazy. You felt drunk, like you had gobbled down an entire liquor store all on your own. Regulus’ words poured gasoline on the already tempestuous fire taking over your body.
Yet, you couldn't help but smile like you had just won the highest prize in that unfair lottery called ‘life’, ecstasy soaking through every nerve, every cell of your body.
Because, right in that moment, it felt like you really fucking did.
And it was better than anything your dirty little brain could’ve ever come up with.
A breathless chuckle escaped your lips, a dark, taunting smile settling on them as your eyes turned as sharp as a cat’s, as inviting as the most forbidden of desires.
“If you wanted a taste, Reggie, you could’ve just said so”
Peeling yourself from his frame, your feet moved.
Regulus followed right behind, his hands unable to leave the soft curve of your waist as you walked that mere meter that separated you from James and his filthy little noises.
A few steps and you were in front of him, a half-smirk tugging at your lips.
“Impatient as always” you teased him, words as smooth as silk albeit the clear breathlessness in your voice “Couldn’t even wait, mmh ?”
James’ head tilted up, looking at you through that lascivious veil glazing his gaze as his mouth brushed the soft flesh of your stomach.
Your hands found place in his hair almost automatically, bringing him unconsciously closer.
“You think I would’ve managed to ?” he asked raggedly, leaving a kiss right above your navel, beginning the sweetest of journeys “With you two in front of me like that ?” he traveled down, leaving a trail of open-mouthed pecks on your heated skin.
He stopped at the hem of your panties, taking the flimsy fabric between his teeth before letting it go with a gentle ‘snap’ on your skin, the sting barely there but still able to elicit a hiss through your teeth.
His mouth dropped even lower, hovering on your aching core.
“You have no idea of the power you have on me, then” the soft kiss he left on your clothed clit snatched a whimper out of you.
James’ dark gaze fell on the boy by your side, a hand on his hip guiding him forward gently.
James’ lips worshiped Regulus’ body with the same reverence they had venerated yours, running over his lean abdomen, tongue tracing every line of his abs, biting his hipbone temptingly.
“You’re ah-” a throaty groan cut off the Slytherin’s words “-a fucking tease, Potter”
Your boyfriend grinned against smooth, untainted skin, dropping lower and lower until the only thing remaining between his plump lips and Regulus’ clothed, rock-hard erection was less than a breath of air.
“Oh ? Am I ?”
Regulus didn’t answer.
Not because he didn’t want to --the way his lips parted like he was fully ready to bite back being enough evidence of that– but because he couldn’t.
Not with James’ tongue peeking out, licking a wet stripe along his underwear, tracing the outline of his shaft like he wanted to memorize every inch of it by heart, engrave it in his mind forever.
Regulus gasped, followed by a strangled moan.
James’ fingers hooked onto the elastic of his underwear and every word died in his throat.
The sound of fabric hitting the floor shouldn’t have made you feel that kind of adrenaline, but it did, nonetheless. Your heartbeat was so fast, hammering so strong that you could feel it everywhere.
Your throat, your ears, between your thighs; your whole body was trembling with desire.
Your head was spinning, blood flowing in your veins so hot it burned, legs clenching together unconsciously, seeking even the faintest of reliefs at the sight gracing your eyes. A sight which your fantasies couldn’t have even come close to.
Because Regulus was naked, completely bare before you and James, his delicately sculpted body on full display. And he was painfully hard.
James swallowed, eyes blown wide and trailing on the expanse of Regulus’ alabaster skin, admiring him like he was a piece of art.
He was entranced, mesmerized, so lost into that sight that his words failed him.
He glanced at you, that same enchanted expression etched onto his features.
An incredulous half-chuckle escaped his lips, lifting the corner of his mouth in a disbelieved smile.
“Holy shit-”
It came out as nothing more than a whisper, his gaze fixated on the silhouettes in front of him like he wanted to take in every inch of skin and brand it in his brain for the rest of his life.
“Everything alright ?”
Your voice echoed through the room, the amused spark around your words surely not going unnoticed.
“Absolutely nothing could be wrong right now, trust me” your boyfriend said with a sincere smile and that speck of euphoria still making his eyes shine under the warm light as they glanced back and forth between you and Regulus “Just trying to figure out if this is a dream, a very realistic hallucination from the deepest part of my mind or I’m truly awake. Which I’m really praying I am”
You couldn’t help but grin at his statement. You felt the exact same way.
“You fantasize about this often, Potter ?” came Regulus' voice, laced with an amusement that caressed your skin with its velvety timbre.
One of his hands rose to comb through James’ unruly locks.
Visible goosebumps raised on James’ sun-kissed skin, Regulus’ sultry voice visibly affecting him as much as it affected you.
The ecstatic curve on your boyfriend’s face didn’t falter for a second. The spark in his eyes lit up even more, burning brighter than the sun and, simultaneously, darkening his gaze like black clouds concealed the sky before the most destructive of storms.
What a remarkable sight.
All that hunger, all that need, enclosed in a pair of mesmerizing hazel eyes.
“I think you already know the answer to that”
Regulus’ eyebrow arched slightly in surprise, his gaze narrowing, studying the boy in front of him, analyzing the provocative hint in his deep voice, the purposefully challenging meaning he had given to his words.
“Do you ?” you asked, gaze focusing on molten silver and black hair.
Two pairs of eyes settled on you, following your every movement, every slight shift of muscles beneath silken skin as you slowly slid your panties down, letting them glide off your legs, until they dropped on the floor, joining the rest of the clothes scattered all over the hardwood surface.
“You do. Don’t you, Regulus ?”
You knew he did. You knew him.
All the things he tried to conceal from others, all the things he didn’t say with his mouth he spoke them through those damn eyes. And, sometimes, they were louder than words could ever be.
“Fuck-”
That sole, breathy word coming out of their mouth, spoken in unison, would’ve almost made you crack a smile had it been any other day, any other time.
But at that moment, with their eyes dripping with pure need, showcasing every shade of desire they felt as they took in every single inch of your figure, of the body they had made their mission to adore and cherish and worship, nothing felt amusing.
“Jamie” you called, gaze glued to those pools of silver.
Pure electricity filled the room, charging the atmosphere with a tension so high you felt it sizzle in the air.
A single hum of acknowledgement let you know that he had heard you.
“Come here. Let Regulus have a seat”
He complied without hesitation, leaving the bench and taking his place next to you, hands almost automatically finding home on your waist.
Regulus’ eyes never left your figure, heavy with a plethora of feelings you had never quite seen on his face, as he too, followed your implicit request.
He sat in front of you in all its glory, legs spread, and muscles taut.
Your hand went to gently rest under his chin, guiding his head up until his lidded eyes met yours, your thumb caressing the plump flesh of his kissed-bruised lips.
“Tell me” your voice sounded as sweet as honey to your own ears “What are your fantasies Regulus ?”
The haziness in his eyes almost knocked the air out of your lungs, his lips puckering the faintest bit to leave the gentlest, most enticing feathery kiss on the finger still lingering on the plump, swollen flesh of his lip before curling up in a sweet yet sultry smile.
Your heart almost jumped out of your chest at the near reverent gesture, at the way his glossy gaze dripped with eagerness.
You were dangerously close to losing yourself in those pits of need, had it not been for the loud gulp coming from right next to you.
You turned your head to meet James’ gaze.
Except that you weren’t able to.
You couldn’t.
Because it was stuck on Regulus’ mouth and the way it molded against your digit. It zeroed on that simple motion, taking it in like it was the most enthralling sight in the entire world.
A small, knowing grin made its way on your face as the realization hit you.
A discovery that didn’t get lost on Regulus either if the sensation of his lips widening in a mischievous grin right against the soft pad of your thumb was anything to go by.
Your eyes were fixated on James, so focused on the hypnotized look on his face as his never left Regulus’ lips, on the way his pupils dilated so much the color vanished completely, on the uneven rise and fall of his chest, that you missed the Slytherin’s lips parting, his tongue peeking out, teasing the pad of your finger, biting it playfully before taking it in his mouth, engulfing it in its heat.
Your head turned to him so fast, your neck almost snapped.
You found him grinning.
Regulus was grinning.
Not that you could make it out clearly with the way his lips wrapped around your thumb like he was sucking on the tastiest goddamn lollipop ever. His eyes, however --they showed it, they screamed it. How proud, how pleased he was with himself to have not only you, but your boyfriend too, wrapped around his finger with just that dirty little move.
Words failed you.
The air got stuck in your throat.
He looked unreal.
“How about I show you” he said, freeing your digit from the warm embrace of his mouth, his voice so hoarse and compelling it went straight between your legs.
Red-hot heat simmered in his glazed eyes, more scorching than hell itself.
You didn’t have time to even register Regulus’ words fully, your mind too lost, too clouded by the unholy image in front of you to focus on the way his hands reached for your legs, hooking behind your knees, manhandling you like you were deadweight. As he pleased.
Until you were almost sat, nearly straddling him, his length sliding over your naked, drenched heat.
The moan that left you felt downright pathetic to your own ears, but not to the two boys next to you apparently. Not with the way James’ hardness twitched in interest as a strangled groan reverberated in his throat. Not with the way Regulus’ grip reflexively tightened around you, inching you closer, his leaking head pressing on your clit.
The delicious friction made you cry in ecstasy, jolts of pleasure traveling through your whole body.
A euphoric smirk grew on your lips.
“Is this the shape your dreams take, Reggie ?” you whispered, so close to him your warm, ragged breath fanned on his skin “Me riding your cock ? Having my boyfriend watch as you take me apart ? Wishing it was his cock in your mouth ?”
The sound of a choked-out hiss filled the room.
And it didn’t come from the boy beneath you.
The grin on Regulus’ face turned dangerous, dark.
“Sit on it, and you’ll find out”
The hint of challenge coating his tone sent pure adrenaline running through your veins.
You couldn’t help the airless chuckle that left your mouth.
If James was a tease, Regulus was a full-on menace.
But luckily, he was a menace you knew how to handle perfectly well.
“Want to fill me up so bad, mmh ?” you murmured, taking his bottom lip between your teeth and pulling lightly, just enough for it to sting.
Licking at the seam of his lips, you rested your arm around his neck, granting you enough of a balance. Meanwhile, your other hand started wandering. Tracing his jaw, his shoulders, the lean yet sculpted planes of his chest, reaching further and further down.
Until it wrapped around him, stiff and hot against your palm, tongue rolling against his in time with your practiced strokes.
The groan that came from his throat felt like enough of an answer.
So, you lowered your body slowly, steadily, angling his tip with your entrance before sinking onto his length like you had been born to.
A fairly easy task, seeing that you were wetter than you had ever been in your entire life.
Every inch of him breaching your velvety walls, every little vein scattered on the hard, smooth surface of his shaft; you felt it.
You felt it all.
Your hips collided, your thighs wrapping around him as he sheathed himself inside of you fully, burying himself so deep his head kissed your cervix, filling you to the brim.
All the oxygen got knocked out of your lungs, the stretch so good your senses go into hyperdrive.
“Shit- Y/n-” a moan reverberated in his chest as your walls clenched, contracting around him as you got used to the, once, familiar and, more than welcome, intrusion.
There was a voice in your head, telling you to move your hips, ride him until you were nothing but a babbling mess on top of him, tears streaming down your face from pure delight.
But you didn’t. You didn’t give in to that extremely tempting thought, no.
You just sat there, impaling yourself on your ex-boyfriend’s dick, letting his shape mold your insides.
“Fuck- You’re tight” Regulus rasped, the twitch of him inside of you nearly making you lose it.
But, once again, you didn’t seem to be alone in that sentiment.
Breathy, barely audible whimpers joined the cacophony of delighted sounds tumbling out of your and Regulus’ mouth, and your eyes fell on James.
On the way his gaze followed the arch of your back, the curve of your breasts, the blissful expression on your face as you took Regulus’ dick like you were made for it.
An elated smile made its way on your face, breaking through the fog of lust and need clouding your brain.
Oh, he liked it.
He seemed transfixed, completely enraptured by that sight, his fingers traveling along his tanned skin. A path that led exactly to where he was aching the most.
That was, until Regulus stopped him.
The hand not busy anchoring you to him searched for James,’ gently but firmly halting his movements right before he could relieve the visibly aching hardness between his legs.
He turned his head slightly, enough to look at the boy to his side straight in the eyes, his gaze never faltering, not even for a second, as the corners of his mouth tilted up in the lewdest, dirtiest smile.
“Don’t-” he panted, adding his alluring, strained voice to the already filthy melody hanging in the air like, spreading his hand on your boyfriend’s hip, and pulling him forward gently “-I want to feel you down my throat while I fuck her”
Bloody fucking hell, you were sure you had reached heaven.
“Jesus-” James hissed through gritted teeth, his shaft twitching in interest, reacting to Regulus’ salacious words “-got quite a mouth there, huh ?”
Regulus looked at the boy in front of him straight in the eyes, his gaze never faltering, not even for a second as the corners of his mouth tilted up in the lewdest, dirtiest little smile.
“Is that so ?” his tongue darted out slowly, tantalizingly as it gave James’ sensitive tip the tiniest of licks. The low, strangled sound that came out of your boyfriend’s mouth felt illegal to even hear “Let’s make good use of it, then”
A rush of adrenaline ran through your veins, setting every cell of your body ablaze, almost driving you to move your hips, relieving some of that need pooling at the pit of your stomach.
You watched as Regulus’ fingers leisurely wrapped around James’ shaft, feeling his weight in his hand, giving him a couple of experimental strokes.
Meanwhile, his mouth kept exploring. Licking, kissing, and teasing along James’ length, following the path of his touch.
Until he reached his head.
And you couldn’t help but gawk, entranced and lustful, as Regulus’ plump lips sealed around it, enveloping it salaciously into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing slightly as he gave it the gentlest of sucks.
“God-” James visibly shivered, goosebumps covering his skin as the other kept working him up slowly, swirling around his tip, collecting his arousal on his tongue before pulling away with an obscenely wet ‘pop.’
You hadn’t even begun to process what you had just witnessed when Regulus, eyes glossy and lips shiny in what surely was a mix of his own saliva and James’ pre-cum, dived in and kissed you like it was his last day on earth.
It was brutal, uncoordinated, and the hottest thing you had ever experienced. All lips, and teeth, and burning hunger. And, of course, James.
Because you could taste him. Right on Regulus’ tongue.
You moved before you could even formulate a coherent thought.
A symphony of delighted sounds bounced on the walls of that room you felt like you weren’t in anymore.
You were high. Higher than ever before as your hips started gaining a life of their own, swaying back and forth slowly, savoring the sublime friction of Regulus against your tender walls as he slid in and out, inch after delicious inch.
“Think you can help me a little, chérie ?” he panted on your lips; voice shattered glass.
And you understood.
Even if you knew it wasn’t Regulus’ first time getting acquainted with a male anatomy that wasn’t his own, and, as eager as he seemed at the idea of deepthroating James until he choked on him, it was obvious he wasn’t quite sure on how to approach said scenario.
James was, for lack of better terms, fucking big.
It had taken you a bit of…practice too before you could take him all the way in and make it a pleasurable experience for both of you.
“Regulus-” your boyfriend started, voice disheveled, winded, yet coated with a gentle concern. A hidden hesitation.
“As I said-” Regulus promptly interrupted him, firm and unwavering –or as steady as he could manage with you on top of him– as his hand rested on James’ waist, lips ghosting over the crease of his hip “-I want to feel you down my throat. All of you. I want it”
A jolt of electricity lit up every nerve of your body.
Before you could even react to the absolutely ungodly words he had just spoken, Regulus dived in again, his mouth wrapping around James like he was ready to devour him whole.
Which, to his credit, he did try. And, unfortunately, failed if the gagging sound that ripped out of his throat was of any indication.
“Jesus Christ-” James’ hand flew to Regulus’ black locks, muscles tight and tense as a string of curses left his lips, the sudden contraction around him no doubt almost sending him over the edge in a matter of seconds “-trying to kill me ?”
A small, endeared smile flickered on your face as you took in Regulus’ mildly frustrated look, eyes watery from a kind of exertion he wasn’t used to but still burning with a blinding eagerness.
Bloody hell, you wanted to eat him up.
“Easy there, pretty boy” you cooed, the shadow of a chuckle in your voice as your lips ghosted over the shell of his ear, hot and teasing.
As enthusiastic and determined as he seemed to be about having James so deep inside of him it hit the back of his throat, and as much as that excitement made your heart nearly jump out of your chest, he needed a little guidance.
The fact that you knew exactly how to make James crumble bit by bit was merely just a bonus.
“Start slow,” you coaxed, voice reaching him in a soft whisper “just like you did earlier”
Regulus followed suit, zero hesitation in his movements as he slowly lowered his head. The tip of James' cock traced the seam of his mouth, a stray drop of arousal making his lips shine beautifully under the lights before his tongue unconsciously darted out to wet them, brushing your boyfriend’s head as if by accident.
James’ nostrils flared, a sharp inhale disrupting his already uneven breathing.
Then, Regulus’ plump lips parted, and every fight left the Gryffindor at once, his eyes zeroing on that unholy mouth as it wrapped around him, surrounding him in its heat.
”Yes, just like that” you encouraged, your own voice breathless, broken by the image your eyes were being graced with.
An image you wouldn't have easily forgotten. It would’ve hunted your dreams forever. And, goodness, if you weren’t more than just fine with it.
So fine, in fact, that your body decided it couldn’t stay still no longer in front of such a glorious sight.
You felt dizzy, intoxicated by the feeling of Regulus inside of you, by the look of raw pleasure on James’ beautiful features, by the nearly surreal situation you were in.
Your hips started swaying before you could even think. Gently, excruciatingly slow. A rhythm so tortuous anybody else would’ve thought it a punishment.
But you knew Regulus, the same way you knew James. Meaning, you knew exactly how to ruin him too.
The hold Regulus’ arm had on your waist tightened, pulling you closer to him, making your back arch and your hips rock forward by reflex.
Your broken whines filled the air with their melodic tune, mixing with deep grunts and strangled moans, as Regulus kept his descent on James surprisingly steady.
Such a stark contrast with the way his hips snapped up, meeting yours in their desperate dance of filth and lust.
“Deeper” you mewled, your brain fogged up.
And he complied. He complied near damn perfectly, hips thrusting up and head sinking down in unison.
Just like the cries of pleasure pouring out of your and James’ mouth. A perfect symphony.
“Fuck- baby”
Who had cried that out, you weren’t even sure.
Had you been in your right mind you would’ve definitely recognized the shattered voice that uttered those words like a plea was too low, too husky to be yours.
But you were so lost, so slowly losing your grasp on reality as a wave of pleasure overtook you, that it didn’t matter.
Not that it would’ve mattered, anyway.
Your eyes almost rolled back in ecstasy as Regulus lodged himself so impossibly deep inside of you he took your breath away, your insides melting.
His mouth chased James’ length eagerly, welcoming it further, deeper. Until he couldn’t anymore, the sound of his throat contracting and refusing to let any more of the Gryffindor in filling the room.
“Shit- Slowly. Slow down. Breathe”
Among the haziness taking over your brain, James’ strained, nearly shattered voice arrived at your ears crystal clear, making that last remaining thread of your sanity snap.
You couldn’t see, couldn’t focus on anything that wasn’t Regulus’ cock pulsing and pistoning inside of you, your hips rolling and grinding, taking and taking until all you could think about was the chant of his name. An unholy prayer.
“Relax, baby. Hollow your cheeks for me” James’ gentle voice coaxed.
You had to use all your strength, every drop of willpower to get your brain to regain a little clarity, enough to witness the magnificent sight right before you.
And, bloody hell, if it was worth it.
James’ hand was resting on Regulus’ head, swiping through his curls soothingly, guiding him as his head bobbed up and down in an intoxicating rhythm, mouth stretched around him and nose brushing at the base as he took him all the way in.
Regulus looked absolutely wrecked. Eyes glossy, hazy, a sheer veil of tears that refused to spill coated his scalding gaze while it locked with the hazel flames burning in James,’ following his every word.
“Fuck yeah- Just like that” your boyfriend moaned; head thrown back in complete rapture. So lost in pleasure that he didn’t quite register it when his hips snapped forward in a tentative, uncoordinated thrust.
You watched as a flash of sheer worry traveled through his eyes. The slightest hint of panic.
He stilled immediately, breath hitching, swallowing hard as his mouth parted.
Whatever he meant to say, though, would’ve remained a mystery.
Regulus’ hand flew to James’ hips, shutting him up promptly, his grip tight enough to leave indents under his touch, molding the sun-kissed skin with his imprints.
An obscenely wet sound filled the air as he pulled away from James, releasing him from the wet heat of his mouth.
Your stomach flipped on itself, your walls clenching around him as a jolt of electricity running through your whole body prompted you to rock forward in a move as involuntary as it was needed.
Because, despite the utter dishevelment on Regulus’ face, his eyes held a look that you would have recognized blindly.
That hunger. That greed.
“Come on, Potter-” he croaked, voice shattered into millions of tiny little pieces, a taunting smirk on those red, glistening lips “-fuck this mouth like you mean it”
He wanted more.
What a blessing, then, that James lived to give.
So that's exactly what he did.
He gave and gave and gave, thrusting into Regulus’ mouth like a madman chasing his release, feeding him his cock like he had not just asked, but demanded.
The relentless rhythm of James' hips almost sent Regulus stumbling back before the hand not busy guiding the devilish dance of your hips anchored itself on your boyfriend’s strong thigh.
Lewd, downright pornographic sounds reached your ears as your hips sped up their dance of pleasure, rocking back and forth, using the little leverage you had on Regulus’ thighs and shoulders to ride him, bouncing up and down his cock again and again.
Sharp thrusts pushed James deeper and deeper down the younger’s throat, and he took everything the Gryffindor gave him like he was made for it. Like he craved it.
A needy whine rumbled in Regulus’ throat, and James' knees damn nearly gave out from the undoubtedly exquisite vibration around his sensitive dick, prompting his movements to turn erratic.
And you could imagine it. No, scratch that. You could fucking hear it.
The wet, obscene sounds of James fucking into Regulus’ mouth like a man possessed, each thrust forcing out choked moans that could've put a pornstar to shame. You could hear how he bottomed out, burying himself to the hilt, stretching Regulus’ throat until there was nowhere left to go.
But fuck, you wanted to feel it.
Your hand found its way to Regulus’ throat, delicate fingers wrapping around his neck adorning it with the prettiest of collars. A slow, gentle squeeze sent a shudder through him, his pulse hammering beneath your palm, muscles flexing as he swallowed around James’ cock. Tight, desperate, taking him in as if he could never get enough.
You pressed just a little harder, feeling every inch of your boyfriend’s thick length through the heat of Regulus’ throat, the way he clenched and stretched to accommodate him, savoring the weight, the taste, the sheer possession of it.
The sensation nearly undid you. Regulus’ flushed skin burned against your palm, your own hips falling into rhythm with James’ brutal pace, each thrust sending another wave of white-hot arousal through you.
You were on the edge, ready to freefall in that pit of bliss, to bring Regulus with you.
He was close. You could feel it.
The way he trembled beneath you, the way the grip on your waist turned so tight you were flushed against him, your clit brushing his crotch with every grind of your hips, the way he pulsed and twitched inside of you.
He was right there, threatening to dissolve into pleasure.
James was too, the pitch of his voice turning the slightest bit higher in a mess of moans and half-babbled words as he chased his release like a drowning man chased oxygen. A telltale of his approaching orgasm.
And you knew he wanted it, reach his high and paint Regulus’ throat into the finest of masterpieces.
You, on the other hand, had something else in mind, Regulus’ earlier words echoing in your brain like a hypnotizing mantra.
“Don't let him come” you panted, breath hot and uneven against the Slytherin’s ear.
A broken protest left James’ mouth as Regulus did exactly as you told, lips red and swollen as he pulled away from James’ hard as steel cock.
“Torturing your own boyfriend, chérie ?” he rasped, latching onto your lips not even a second later like you were the air he needed to live. Hungry, desperate, and tasting so undoubtedly James.
The rhythm of your hips got faster and faster, ruthless, your vision slowly fading to black as waves of pleasure washed over you, setting your entire body ablaze.
“No-” you purred, your mouth curling in a blissful smirk, lust taking over all your senses, and annihilating each and every one of your filters “-I just want you to make a mess of me –both of you– until I’m wrecked, dripping, and so full of your cum that I can barely focus on any other thought that’s not your cocks fucking every single grain of sanity out of me”
Muscles tense beneath your touch, alabaster skin slick with sweat and steam rising with goosebumps.
A deliberate roll of your hips unraveled Regulus completely, his body shuddering beneath you as he spilled over the edge.
Your back arched in bliss, white noise buzzing in your ears as pleasure consumed you. Heat flooded your core, his release marking you once more, just as he had countless times before.
You drank in every broken moan, tasting them on your tongue as they tangled with your own.
The rhythm of your movements softened, slowing into something languid, drawing out every last pulse of his pleasure. Until it halted completely.
Heavy breaths filled the air, chests rising and falling rhythmically as you and Regulus slowly came down from your high.
The buzzing noise humming in your ears faded bit by bit, letting you regain a little clarity of your surroundings once again. Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t silence you were met with, but a melody of debauched, open-mouthed moans.
That sinful sound pulled you back in, each desperate, wrecked moan making your already overstimulated body twitch in response.
With your mind still fogged by pleasure, you turned your head just enough to catch the sight of James.
His chest heaving, his cock flushed an angry red and aching, still glistening from Regulus’ mouth, his fingers tight around it as he stroked himself.
“Merlin-” he rasped, his voice wrecked, his hips jerking into his hand as his thumb swept over the leaking tip “You both are trying to kill me”
You barely heard him over the sound of slick skin, of his rough breaths catching in his throat.
Your gaze dropped to the way his fingers tightened, to the desperate flex of his wrist, to how fucking needy he was, fucking into his own palm while he stared at you like he was starving.
You had seen James needy before, seen him desperate, begging even, but not like this. Never like this.
It felt like pure gasoline poured on a fire still burning bright and strong.
And from the way Regulus’ fingers dug into your waist, from the sharp inhale against the back of your neck, you knew he felt it too.
“Fuck-” Regulus exhaled as he leaned in close to your ear. Rough, uneven, still catching his breath “-look at him”
And look you did. Because James with his jaw clenched, his breath ragged, his cock twitching in his grip as he slowly dragged his fist over the length, teasing himself, like he was trying to make it last, like he wanted to savor how utterly ruined you and Regulus looked, looked like an absolute mess.
The hottest, most delectable, and unbelievably gorgeous mess you had ever seen.
You smirked, barely recovered from your own high, but still craving more. Still craving him.
Still craving everything.
You clenched around Regulus, your breath stuttering. A slow, aching pulse thrummed low in your stomach, as your body took full control.
“Like what you see, Reggie ?” you whimpered, the thick veil of tease not enough to conceal the wreckage in your voice.
Regulus groaned softly beneath you, his cock swelling against your sensitive walls once again, slowly, reacting to that masterpiece of a scene in front of you.
“I do-” his lips brushed your shoulders, his tongue tracing a sultry path up to your neck, his breath caressing the shell of your ear sending another sharp pulse of heat through you “-and I think he does, too”
You knew he did. You could see it.
The way James’ fist tightened around himself, the way his hips rocked back and forth like he wanted nothing more than to shove you onto your back and bury himself inside you.
And there was nothing you wanted more.
A smirk curled at your lips, despite the way heat sparked in your belly.
“Should we give him the full show ?”
Then you moved.
Slowly. Deliberately.
You lifted yourself up just enough to make Regulus exhale sharply, feeling every inch of him drag against your walls as you adjusted, turning, shifting, taking your time as you swung one leg over and settled back down onto him, your back molding against his chest, thighs spread wide over his, now facing James.
Now giving him the perfect view.
Your boyfriend’s strokes faltered, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes glued to the sight in front of him.
Your parted lips. Your heaving chest. The way your thighs trembled over Regulus.’ But most of all, the place where you were still stretched full, where slickness dripped down onto Regulus’ lap, where you were spread wide and open for James to see.
“Holy fuck-” Regulus groaned breathlessly behind you, his chest rising and falling hard against your back. His fingers dug into your thighs, a slow, disbelieving exhale brushing your shoulder.
You hummed, tilting your head, feigning innocence as you rocked your hips once. Just enough to feel Regulus shift inside you, just enough to tear a ragged gasp from his throat.
Just enough to let James see exactly how full you were.
A choked-off curse left your boyfriend’s lips, his fingers twitching against his cock, his hips jerking like he couldn’t help himself, like he would’ve crumbled to pieces if he didn’t get a taste of your skin.
His jaw was slack, his hazel eyes glued to the sight of your body spread open for him, the way Regulus gripped your thighs for dear life, giving James everything as his hips bucked up, just enough to grant him some sweet relief.
James’ rhythm faltered, now uncoordinated and on the verge of desperation, caught between the overwhelming urge to keep touching himself and the way he physically couldn’t look away.
“I-” his voiced cracked “I can’t- I don’t-”
“Tell me what you want, Jamie” you coaxed, voice honey-sweet despite the need threatening to consume you whole “Tell me what you need”
“You-” your boyfriend finally rasped, voice broken, pleading “I fucking need you”
Your stomach flipped, heat licking at your spine at the way James looked at you like he was a breath away from falling apart. Like he would’ve begged to have you.
“Yeah ?” you breathed, a hazy grin settling on your lips, thighs parting slightly wider, a silent invitation “Come and take me, then”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
“Fucking hell-” he growled, tearing his hand away from himself so fast you barely had time to react before he was on you, gripping, pressing, his slick palm sliding over your thigh as he shoved his way between your legs.
“You dangerous, dangerous woman” he muttered, his voice wrecked as his lips crashed against yours, messy and desperate. His cock was hot and heavy against your stomach, smearing precum against your skin as he rutted against you like he couldn’t help himself “You-” his fingers traced over your soaked skin, teasing, testing “-are going to destroy me, you know ?”
“Like you wouldn’t let me” you murmured, tongue brushing against his, tasting him, fingers clawing at his back, feeling the heated skin under your touch.
James groaned, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, his breath shuddering as he throbbed against you.
“I would- I- so fucking would-” he whispered on your mouth, a sharp breath punched from his lungs like he was barely holding himself together. His grip tightened, his body shaking “-I’m at your mercy, remember ? I’m yours. Yours to ruin, yours to wreck, yours to break. I’m yours. You could tear my heart out of my ribcage and stomp on it, and I’d still bleed for you, Y/n”
Heat ignited into every cell of your body.
Because you knew it. Those weren’t just words. James would’ve gladly surrendered to you, laid himself open and raw before you if it meant making you happy, if it meant seeing just the shadow of a smile on your face.
You felt Regulus’ breath hitch behind you. His body suddenly tense.
You could hear it in the way he exhaled sharply, feel it in the way his fingers dug into your thighs like he needed something to hold onto.
James’ confession had affected him.
You felt him move before you saw it, the way his hand ghosted up James’ arm, up his shoulder. Fingertips tracing, lingering on glistening, taut muscles.
And then --Regulus looked at him, his gaze locked to pleading, begging hazel pools of warmth.
“Reg-”
“Shh-” Regulus whispered, tilting his head, brushing his lips against James’ jaw.
A tease. A question etched in his eyes. Silent, searing.
James broke.
His hands left your skin for only a second, just long enough to grip Regulus by the back of the neck and drag him in.
His answer.
The kiss was hungry.
Not careful, not measured. Just a desperate clash of lips and teeth and tongue, of gasping breaths and ragged moans as James lost himself in it.
Regulus groaned, his fingers tightening in James’ hair, tugging, tilting his chin just enough to take more, enough to brand his taste on his tongue too.
"Fuck-" the Slytherin rasped, his hand on James’s jaw, his thumb swiping over his cheek, bringing him impossibly closer “-does this mean you’re mine too, now ?”
James whimpered into Regulus’ mouth, his body thrumming with heat, with need, his cock pressing hot and heavy against your stomach, slick and aching and-
“I can be”
Regulus’ fingers tightened around him, his breath shuddering as something unreadable, something dangerous, flickered across his face. His thumb traced absently over the curve of James’ shoulder, the touch almost reverent, almost claiming.
James’ breath hitched.
'I can be'
The words still lingered in the air, thick with promise. With surrender.
Your heart stuttered.
Because you knew what that was.
James wasn’t just surrendering to you.
He was surrendering to both of you. You and Regulus.
“God-" you exhaled, thighs instinctively spreading wider, your nails digging into James’ back, into Regulus’ wrist.
Regulus exhaled sharply, his grip flexing where his hand still pressed against James’ back, his body rigid beneath you. You could feel him, still thick and hot inside you, still stretched wide around him, still sensitive from how he had already ruined you once.
And yet, you wanted more.
Regulus must have felt it too, the way your walls clenched around him at just the thought, because his breath hitched, his fingers twitching against James’ skin, his pupils blown as he flicked his gaze down.
James followed his stare, down to where you were still spread open, still taking Regulus, still dripping around him.
"Fuck-" he gritted out, voice strangled "I can’t-"
"Then don’t," you whispered, arching into him, your lips curling slightly, reassuringly "Take what you need, Jamie."
James shuddered.
His hands grasped at your thighs, your hips, gripping, lifting. Your body arching between them, your breath shattering as you felt James press against you, his cock hard and leaking, teasing at your entrance where Regulus already stretched you.
Your whole body shook.
"F-fuck–" you gasped, fingers digging into James' shoulders, into Regulus’ chest beneath you, overwhelmed by the sheer filth of it, of them, of this.
James groaned, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, his body trembling as his hips stuttered, teasing, testing, like he could barely believe this was real. Like he was afraid if he moved too fast, it would all shatter.
Regulus smirked beneath you, low and wrecked, his hands smoothing over your waist before trailing down, down, teasing over where you were slick and spread and waiting for James to take you.
"Come on, James" Regulus murmured, his voice sinful, his fingers ghosting over James’ cock, guiding, lining him up. "Don’t you want to fill her up like she asked ?"
James growled. And then he thrust, sinking into you in one deep, desperate movement.
The stretch was blinding.
A choked moan tore from your throat, your fingers clutching, clawing at James as he sank into you, slow but deep, your body struggling to take him, to take both of them.
James let out a wrecked sound, his entire body trembling as he buried himself to the hilt, his forehead pressing against yours, his breath hot and ragged.
"Fuck- fuck, oh my God- I can feel him," he gasped, his voice cracking, his hands tightening on your waist like he was barely holding himself together.
Regulus groaned beneath you, his fingers flexing where they gripped your thighs, his head tipping back as his hips jerked, just enough to make you whimper.
"You feel fucking unreal-" James rasped, his lips brushing against yours, his body shuddering, his eyes fluttering shut like he was dizzy with it “-you're so, shit- you're soaked, baby”
“Please- fuck-” you gasped, voice breaking as another sharp wave of pleasure rolled through you. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but feel. Feel them working you open, pushing and pulling, stretching you to the point of delirium.
Regulus exhaled harshly, his grip shifting, one hand sliding up your waist, his fingers pressing into your ribs.
“Good girl-” he mused, his voice strained, his control slipping further with each thrust, his cock throbbing inside you, his breath coming in uneven gasps “-taking us so fucking well”
There was no escape from the sensation, no reprieve from the slow, devastating rhythm of them taking you closer and closer to heaven.
Your own body betrayed you, hips rolling instinctively, chasing every ounce of friction they gave you. Heat coiled deep in your stomach, thighs trembling, pleasure licking up your spine like fire. It was too much. Too much and not enough, your senses overloaded as the pleasure built, scalding and unbearable.
The way you clenched around them sent James spiraling, his body jerking against you.
“Fuck- fuck- fuck-” he swore, voice cracking, his hips stuttering as his control slipped. “Shit, baby- I’m- fuck-, I can’t-”
His breath hitched, his fingers digging into your hips as he slammed into you one last time, his body locking up as he came, deep and hot, a wrecked groan spilling from his lips.
Regulus cursed beneath you, a sharp, desperate sound, his hands tightening bruisingly on your waist. Your body spasmed between them, their heat pushing you over the edge, pleasure crashing through you in blinding waves.
You were shattering, piece by piece. Every nerve burning, every thrust driving you further into ruin, making your head spin, your thoughts blank, nonexistent, words a babbling mess of incoherent whimpers and mewls.
"Fucking hell-" Regulus’s voice was strained, hoarse, his rhythm breaking as he chased the high, your body milking him for everything he had. His grip faltered, his breath coming in sharp gasps before he finally gave in, hips snapping up as he spilled inside you, a low, drawn-out groan slipping from his lips.
James was still trembling against you, his forehead pressed to your shoulder, chest rising and falling rapidly.
Regulus lay back beneath you, utterly spent, his fingers twitching against your skin, his own breath ragged and uneven.
For a moment, none of you moved, the only sound in the room the slow, unsteady rhythm of your breathing.
James let out a weak, breathless laugh, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder “Holy fuck”
A sharp, satisfied hum rumbled from Regulus’s chest, his hands lazily tracing over your waist, like he wasn’t quite ready to let go yet. You felt the lazy glide of James’s fingers along your thigh, his breath still hot against your shoulder as he murmured “Look at you. You’re so fucking full, baby”
The words sent a shiver through you, your body still aching, still sensitive as you felt the heat of them spilling from you, slick and warm, already dripping between your thighs.
“Such a beautiful mess” Regulus breathed, his lips caressing the shell of your ear, his fingers tightening for a moment before he shifted beneath you, pulling out slowly, a strangled moan echoing in his throat.
James groaned, his lips brushing against your jaw as he eased himself back, sliding out of you with a hiss. He trailed his fingers down your thigh, teasing along the mess between your legs, swiping at the slick wetness before bringing them to his lips. His tongue flicked out, tasting, and his eyes fluttered shut.
“Shit-” the Slytherin murmured, head tilting up slightly, meeting your boyfriend’s hazy eyes, voice thick with something dark, something indulgent “-that’s filthy, Potter”
James’ lips curled into a lazy smirk, fingers still glistening as he slowly brought them to Regulus’ mouth, brushing the plump flesh, teasing, taunting as he smeared the intoxicating mix of your arousals on his lips, making them shine, glisten under the warm light of the setting sun.
“What was it again ?” your boyfriend’s voice dropped low, almost challenging, sending a shiver down your spine “You wanted to taste me on Y/n’s dripping cunt ?”
Regulus breathed, letting out a low chuckle, his eyes dark, dangerous. But you could feel the tension in his body, the way his hands flexed against your hips.
Your breath hitched, your body still trembling from the aftershocks as, without a warning, Regulus parted his lips, engulfing James’ digits into the warmth of his mouth.
James sucked in a sharp breath as Regulus’s tongue curled around them, dragging slowly and deliberate over the length, tasting himself, tasting James, tasting all of you. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, a quiet, satisfied sound slipping from him.
The Gryffindor's breath hitched, his pupils dilating as he watched, utterly transfixed.
Regulus pulled back with a soft ‘pop’, his tongue flicking out to catch a stray drop at the corner of his mouth. His lips curved slightly, knowing, teasing.
“What ?” he murmured, tilting his head, his voice like silk, smooth and unshaken “Wouldn’t want to waste a drop, would we ?”
James let out a ragged chuckle, his fingers tracing along Regulus’s jaw before he tugged him closer, pressing their lips together in a slow, deep kiss, sharing the taste between them.
You whimpered softly, body shuddering at the sight, at the way their tongues tangled, at the way they both moaned into it.
Your head spun, heat pooling low in your stomach despite the exhaustion humming in your bones.
Regulus pulled away first, his lips glistening, his eyes dark and knowing as they met yours, your head laying on his shoulder as you basked in utter bliss. He let his fingers ghost down your legs, your waist, your breasts, lips kissing your cheek tenderly, almost reverentially before he moved, shifting carefully, slipping away from behind you and guiding you onto the bench, laying you out before them.
A meal on a silver platter.
Your back hit the cool wood, sending a sharp contrast through the heat still simmering in your veins.
Goosebumps raised all over your body.
In a heartbeat, Regulus was in front of you, chest to chest with James as he looked at him like he wanted to devour him.
“Fuck-” James breathed, his voice rough, wrecked, completely entranced.
Regulus’s smirk deepened slightly, pleased, his fingers ghosting over James’s shoulders and then-
“Sit”
And James ? James obeyed without batting an eye, sitting in between your legs, the mess of your clothes on the floor shielding his naked, heated skin from the cold hardwood.
Regulus sank down, deliberate, slow, crawling up until he was straddling James’s lap, pressing their bodies flush together, long fingers tracing his chest as he adjusted himself.
You swore you felt your heart stuttered, a sharp pulse of arousal licking through you at the sight.
James sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers twitching, his head tilting back slightly to meet Regulus’s gaze. His hands instinctively slid down, gripping Regulus’s hips, holding him there like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to push him closer or pull him away before he lost his mind entirely.
Regulus leaned in, close enough that their noses brushed, his breath warm against James’s lips.
“Don’t lose yourself yet-” he murmured, teasing, his fingers trailing up to James’s jaw. “-we still have a mess to clean up.”
James exhaled shakily, his grip tightening, his head spinning. He was completely gone, completely undone.
He let out a quiet groan, eyes fluttering shut for a second before he forced them open again, dragging his gaze back to you.
You were still sprawled out on the bench, watching them, lips parted, eyes wide with heat and anticipation.
Regulus turned his attention back to you as well, tilting his head slightly. His fingers trailed down James’s wrist, guiding one of his hands between your legs.
James shuddered as he obeyed, dragging his fingers through the slick mess of them still dripping from you. He brought his fingers up, watching as Regulus smirked, catching his wrist and pulling it toward him.
Without breaking eye contact, Regulus parted his lips and took James’s fingers into his mouth. Again.
James cursed, his entire body tensing, his cock twitching beneath Regulus despite how spent he was. The wet heat of Regulus’s mouth around his fingers, the slow drag of his tongue, the way he sucked every drop from them. It was fucking intoxicating.
When Regulus finally pulled off, his tongue flicking over his lower lip, he huffed a quiet chuckle
“I think you like this a bit too much, Potter” he murmured, amusement lacing his voice.
James let out a shaky breath, a slow, crooked smirk tugging at his lips “No such thing” he rasped.
Regulus chuckled softly before leaning back slightly, adjusting himself on James’ lap as they both settled between your legs.
James looked mesmerized. By Regulus, by you, by all of it. By the heat still simmering in Regulus’s gaze, by the way he looked so completely at ease straddling him, by the way his weight felt against him.
Regulus hummed softly, trailing a finger along your thigh before flicking his gaze toward James. “Are you just going to stare?” he murmured, teasing “Don’t you want a proper taste ?”
James let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head slightly, his hands flexing on Regulus’s waist. “You’re going to be the death of me. Both of you”
Regulus smirked, leaning in until their lips were nearly touching.
“Not yet” he murmured.
And then, together, they turned their attention back to you.
“Lay back, love” Regulus whispered, his fingers trailing up your thigh, his touch featherlight but searing “Let us clean you up”
Your body obeyed before your mind could catch up, your legs spreading even wider, making space for them, giving them the full view of your dripping cunt, of the mess they had made.
The first slow stroke of their tongues sent a sharp tremor through your body, your breath catching in your throat, your fingers twisting into the bench beneath you.
Regulus was slow, teasing, drawing soft noises from you with every lazy flick of his tongue, while James was deliberate, relentless, his hands gripping Regulus’s hips as he buried himself in the taste of you.
Their mouths brushed against each other as they moved, tongues sliding together against you as they both worked to devour you completely.
“Ah- ah- Oh my, fuck-” obscene moans rippled from your mouth as your hands flew to their hair, pulling, bringing them closer, seeking the heavenly feeling of their mouths on you.
James groaned into you, completely drowning in it, his grip tightening on Regulus like he needed something to keep himself tethered, his hands sliding lower, cupping Regulus’ ass as he pulled him closer, their cocks trapped between their rocking bodies.
Regulus hummed in satisfaction, grinding down, tilting his head just enough for their tongues to brush against each other, slick and hungry, savoring you together.
They licked and kissed and tasted you until you were shaking, until you were barely coherent, until all you could do was feel.
A broken sob ripped from your throat, pleasure tearing through you in an unstoppable wave, your entire body seizing beneath them, breaking, completely at their mercy.
They didn’t stop, didn’t pull away until they had taken everything from you, until you were spent, trembling, wrecked beyond recognition.
When Regulus finally sat back, his lips were swollen, his chin glistening, his body still firmly settled on James’s lap.
James just stared at him, completely dazed, completely entranced, completely gone. Just like you.
Regulus licked his lips, smirking slightly.
“You’re surprisingly sweet, Potter” he murmured, a glint of mischief sparkling in his lidded eyes.
James let out a breathless, wrecked chuckle, shaking his head.
“You really are something” a deep, satisfied sigh rumbled from his chest as he slumped back, his head lolling against your thigh. His grip on Regulus’s hips loosened, one hand tracing lazy, absentminded circles against his skin, the other slowly caressing your leg, fingers dancing on your calf.
Regulus made a soft, amused sound, but he didn’t move right away either. He just sat there, still straddling James, his back rising and falling in slow, steady breaths. One of his hands trailed over James’s chest, featherlight, and the other reached for you.
His fingertips grazed your thigh, slow, delicate, before he let his palm settle there, warm and grounding.
For a long moment, the three of you just breathed.
Your body felt boneless, floating. Completely wrecked, completely spent, your limbs weak as you melted into the bench beneath you.
Then, James huffed out a quiet, breathless laugh.
“Fuck-” His voice was wrecked, hoarse, like he had forgotten how to speak properly.
You let out a small, exhausted chuckle in response, turning your head toward them. Your muscles ached in the best way, your skin still humming with the remnants of their touch.
“Yeah-” you murmured, voice thick with exhaustion “-that about sums it up.”
James cracked a lazy grin, his fingers tightening slightly on Regulus’s waist “Give me a second, and I swear I’ll be able to think straight again”
Regulus hummed, his lips curving faintly as he leaned down slightly, his nose brushing against James’s jaw.
“Have you ever had that kind of ability ?” he murmured, voice rich with amusement and that trademark sarcasm.
James huffed, shaking his head, but he didn’t argue.
Instead, he turned his head slightly, looking at you.
His expression softened, something warm flickering in his eyes as they raked over you, your blissed-out expression, the glow on your skin, the way your chest still rose and fell in uneven breaths.
“You alright, baby ?” he asked softly, eyes glossy and warm, so warm as he left small, soothing kisses on the sensitive skin of your thigh.
Your heart swelled in your chest.
“Mmh,” you let out a soft hum, fingers brushing through his hair reassuringly “More than alright”
And it was true, you were more than just ‘alright.’ You were on cloud nine, cloud fucking ten, if it was possible.
That had happened. And this time it wasn’t just a fantasy, it wasn’t just a product of your fervid imagination, no.
They were there, James and Regulus, in flesh and blood.
And you were full of them.
Regulus shifted, still half sprawled on James’ lap, his fingers tracing light patterns on your stomach, featherlight and absentminded, like he was soothing you without even realizing it.
You could feel his gaze on you. Heavy, warm, lingering.
You shivered, your eyes flicking up to his as he watched you with something too knowing in that sea of molten silver.
Curiosity. Interest.
“Come on” a tired chuckle rolled off your lips “Ask me. I know you want to”
He didn’t say anything. Just looked at you with that calculating gleam that told you more than words could, his fingers still trailing over your skin.
A half-smirk curled at his lips.
“How long ?” he asked then, voice low, smooth as silk.
James, still catching his breath, shifted slightly.
“Mmh ?” he let out a tired, confused hum, his head still blissfully propped on your thigh “How long what ?”
But you weren’t looking at James.
Your eyes were locked on Regulus, and his searching gaze.
“You planned this-” he murmured, ignoring your boyfriend entirely, his voice laced with amusement “-so I want to know-” his head tilted “how long have you been waiting for this exact moment?”
“Long enough” you admitted finally, your hand taking Regulus’ and holding it, playing with his slender absentmindedly “Ever since I caught you two eye-fucking each other in the Great Hall like the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables didn’t exist”
Regulus let out a quiet, sharp breath through his nose, like he'd been caught in a checkmate he hadn’t even realized he was playing. But the corner of his mouth curled up, eyes glinting with something darkly entertained.
James’ eyebrows scrunched; confusion etched all over his face.
“So that’s why-” Regulus continued “-why you seemed so confident when you suggested this. Why you didn’t hesitate. Why you knew I’d say yes.”
“I didn’t” you admitted, lips twitching.
And it was the truth. You couldn’t have known for sure. It was a total leap of faith, a jump in the darkness of your own fantasies, though you could see the faintest flicker of light sparkling at the end of the tunnel, the heat of their gazes as fire met ice.
Regulus arched an eyebrow.
The ghost of a smirk hunted your lips “Let’s just say I had a hunch”
“So, you messed with the Slytherin showers” Regulus stated, bemused. He was not asking. He already knew.
“Oh, no. I didn’t even touch the showers” you answered, almost innocently, a coy grin slowly blooming on your lips “Barty did it for me”
Silence.
Then-
“I’m sorry, what ?!”
James sat up so fast you almost laughed, his entire body snapping upright as if someone had just hexed him.
He looked between you and Regulus, his mouth parting slightly, like he had just connected the dots, put together the pieces of a puzzle that still hadn’t revealed its full design to him.
“You-” He blinked rapidly, his gaze flickering to you like your words had just registered in his brain “-you what ?”
Regulus chuckled, shaking his head, the corners of his lips tilting up with something close to admiration.
”Y/n here has been playing chess while we’ve been playing Quidditch, Potter” he said smoothly, watching as realization wrecked James with the force of a Bludger to the chest as his hand traced patterns on his thigh “She planned this”
You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you as James gawked at you, his lips parting, then closing, then parting again.
It was like watching a short-circuited broom struggle to regain balance.
His fingers curled, uncurled.
“She-” James gaped, eyes widening almost cartoonishly, eyebrows fusing with his hairline “-What ?!”
“She planned this” Regulus repeated, his expression nothing short of entertained as he watched James’ entire worldview slowly implode “Your sweet little girlfriend set us up, James”
For a moment, just a single moment, he didn’t say anything.
You grinned.
"You said it yourself, didn’t you ?" you whispered lowly, a hint of amusement laced in your tone as you pushed yourself off the bench, finally slipping down to the floor between them, your back pressing against James’ chest as you stretched your legs over Regulus’ “Hogwarts showers can’t just break”
James inhaled sharply, simply sitting there, goggling at you absolutely floored. The gears in his brain turned and twisted, almost letting smoke out of his ears as you watched the realization hit him fully in the chest.
“Fucking hell-” he gasped, letting out the most flabbergasted laugh you had ever heard, turning his full frantic attention to you “-you did plan this !”
Regulus let out a quiet chuckle, his hands still skimming over your thighs.
"You really had no idea ?" he deadpanned, despite his lips curling into a grin.
James whipped to face him so fast you thought he might give himself whiplash.
"I-" he gestured wildly, looking between you and Regulus like he had just stumbled into some grand, ancient conspiracy. "What? No! How- when-" he huffed a breathless laugh, running a hand through his already thoroughly ruined hair. "I knew you were smart, but this is- you're-" his voice wavered somewhere between awe and sheer disbelief “Baby, you’re a bloody mastermind”
Your head tipped back against his shoulder, a laugh you couldn’t stop vibrating in your chest at your boyfriend’s utterly transfixed expression, like a kid seeing cotton candy for the first time.
“I wouldn’t go that far” you sighed fondly, cupping James’ face between both hands and pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.
The moment your mouth met his, he melted. His hands, still gripping your waist, pulled you tighter against him, fingers pressing into your skin like he needed the contact to ground himself. His lips parted under yours, his breath warm and uneven as he kissed you back slow and deep, as if he was trying to memorize the shape of your mouth. The bafflement from earlier dissolved, forgotten, swallowed by the warmth of your lips and the press of your body against his.
“You don’t seem too mad,” you murmured sweetly, a playful lilt in your voice as your fingers absently toyed with a stray lock of his hair.
James exhaled sharply, his hands tightening their grip on you, like he had to physically hold onto something to keep from floating away.
“Mad ?” he repeated, sounding almost delirious. He blinked rapidly, as if still trying to process the past hour of his life. “I mean-” he let out a breathless, wrecked little laugh, shaking his head. “I don’t know if being scared and beyond turned on is entirely normal, but mad ? Hell no”
“Scared and horny ?” you chuckled, tracing light patterns over his collarbone with your fingertips “That’s ok. I can work with that”
“Of course, you can” Regulus murmured, his voice smooth as silk as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against the side of your face. His lips brushed featherlight against your temple before moving down, leaving a slow, almost lazy kiss beneath your jaw.
You sighed, your body melting further into James behind you, your fingers reaching for Regulus’ wrist, pulling him in just a little more.
You could feel your boyfriend’s gaze on you, the way his fingers traced your sides, your arms, your hair. Like he couldn't believe the last hour of his life had been reality and not a dream, like it had been just a fever dream.
“You look like you’re having a bit of a crisis” Regulus mused, voice smooth, teasing as his lips moved from your skin to James’ “Need a moment?”
James let out a breathless, incredulous laugh, still trying to wrap his head around it all.
“I- Yes? Maybe?” his hands trailed over Regulus’ body, hazel eyes focused on his sinuous figure as he crawled to you, to him “Shit- I don’t know, my brain isn’t working properly right now”
Regulus hummed, smirking slightly “Is that supposed to be news ?”
James shot him a half-hearted glare, still dazed, still drunk on the feeling of your body on his, of Regulus’ lips ghosting over his pulse “I’ll have you know I have a perfectly functioning brain…most times”
“Sure you do” Regulus drawled, but there was a glint of playfulness in his stormy eyes, amusement as his lips traveled up, dragging slow, open-mouthed kisses along James’ throat. James let out a sharp breath, hands tightening on Regulus' waist, body tensing beneath him like he was barely keeping himself together.
You could feel the way James’ heart stuttered in his chest when Regulus hovered, lips just barely grazing his jaw, his breath warm against his skin.
And then, finally, he closed the space between them.
The kiss was deliberate, slow, intoxicating, an exhale of heat between them. James sighed into it, one hand threading into Regulus’ hair, tugging him closer like he didn’t even realize he was doing it.
You watched, mesmerized, warmth blooming deep in your chest, pooling lower when James tilted his head slightly, parting his lips just enough to let Regulus deepen the kiss, their tongues brushing, slow and teasing.
Regulus made a pleased sound against his mouth, swallowing James’ quiet groan, like he could drink him in.
It was unfair, really, how good they looked like this, how easy they made it seem. Like they had always belonged in this moment.
Your lips parted slightly, breath caught in your throat, the ache of need spreading like fire beneath your skin.
Regulus must have noticed, because he pulled back just enough to glance at you, his silver eyes heavy-lidded, dark with amusement and something deeper.
“Do it, chérie” His voice was low, knowing, showcasing his ability to read your mind with just a simple glance “I know you want to”
“Shit-” James blinked, dazed, like he had just remembered you were there. “Sorry, love, I got a little-”
You huffed a soft laugh, shaking your head, before you reached out, fingers curling at the back of Regulus’ neck, tugging him toward you.
His breath hitched slightly, but he let you pull him in, his lips slotting over yours effortlessly.
It was warm, dizzying, the slow drag of his mouth, the way he sighed into the kiss like he had been waiting for it.
Then James' hands were on your waist, sliding up, tilting your face slightly toward him, his lips ghosting over your jaw, your cheek, before finally capturing your mouth in a kiss of his own, deeper this time, desperate and sweet all at once.
Regulus hummed against you, amused, pleased, as he leaned back in, his lips brushing against both of yours, soft, fleeting, before deepening again, the three of you tangled in warmth, in breathless, hazy want.
You felt utterly consumed. By the weight of James’ hands, the heat of Regulus’ mouth, the way they both fit against you so perfectly, like this was always meant to happen.
By the time you finally broke apart, all of you were flushed, breathless, lips tingling from the sheer intensity of it.
James let out a stunned, wrecked sort of laugh, his head falling back against the bench “Okay. Yeah. That was- that was definitely new”
“I’d say you handled it well enough, Potter” Regulus smirked, dragging his fingers down James’ arm, his other hand skimming over your body.
“Barely” James scoffed, half-amused, half-dazed.
You chuckled, pressing a kiss to James’ jaw before shifting toward Regulus, lips brushing over his one last time, basking in the warmth, in pure bliss.
“We should do that again” you offer, batting your eyelashes in the fakest attempt at innocence.
James scoffed softly, a hint of disbelief shining through.
“You’re a menace” he murmured, though the way his arms curled tighter around you, the way his lips brushed your shoulder between words, made it clear he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Regulus hummed in agreement, his lips curving faintly against your skin.
“An insatiable menace” he corrected, but there was something undeniably fond in his tone.
“And yet-” you murmured, a playful smirk tugging at your lips “-I don’t see either of you complaining”
“Complaining ? Are you kidding ?” James let out a breathless laugh, tipping his head back against the bench with a dazed grin “This is the best day of my fucking life”
Regulus scoffed, but the small smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. "Salazar, you’re ridiculous," he muttered, shaking his head.
Then, softer, he let his fingers trace lazy circles on your hip, his gaze trailing on your pleased smile "But I suppose you’re not wrong”
“Damn right I’m not” James beamed, pressing a kiss to your temple before reaching for Regulus, pulling him in with a smirk.
You hummed, utterly content, stretching like a cat between them as their hands instinctively roamed over you, absentminded, reverent, like they never wanted to stop touching you.
A satisfied sigh escaped your lips, your fingers brushing against James’ jaw, then gliding down Regulus’ arm.
A reminder that they were there, they were real, and you were full of them.
In more ways than one.
Hello my beautiful people 💗
It's been quite a while, isn't it ? I hope you're all doing good and that life is treating you kindly.
To make up for my absence I made sure to make this extra long, and extra filthy because I felt EXTRA guilty.
I hope you enjoy this, and thank you again for waiting literal MONTHS for this.
I hope it's worth it 💖
Thank you again for reading my work, and I'll see you in the next one <3
sub james being in the middle of you and regulus, regulus is thrusting into him while james is thrusting into you. you can feel how hard regulus is going through james and james is just trying not to cum with his eyes closed and legs shaking.
summary : your father insisted that you be dating Rabastan Lestrange, for protection and security. But what happens when said boy wants to run away from his Death Eater duties, and a certain bespectacled boy lands him a hand, leading to something more than he could’ve ever imagined.
pairing: regulus black x malfoy!reader x james potter, initially rabastan lestrange x malfoy!reader.
specifications : 1. this will be an entire series, but please be patient with me. 2. reader is one year younger than Lucius. & 3. this series is full of surprises.
warnings : angst, fluff, swearing, eventual smut, arranged marriage, mentions of bruises and broken bones, Sirius being dramatic, eventual polyamorous relationship, death eaters, death
“Do you know what time they’ll be here tomorrow?” you ask Lucius exhaustedly, leaning your head against his shoulder as you walk together to the Slytherin dorms.
It has been a pretty long day. Your legs hurt and you want nothing more than to finally get to your dorm and pack your things for Christmas break.
He sighs and throws an arm around your neck, his own eyes closing from the endless studying he’s done these past weeks. “Eight thirty, maybe nine. I’ll have to tell Evan about that, he doesn’t really do mornings.”
You laugh weakly, finally reaching the common room as Lucius opens the door for you. You’re about to open your mouth, but are interrupted by the loud chatter of your friends.
“He did what?”
“How could he be so stupid?!”
“For Merlin’s sake, Rabastan!”
“Hey, guys. What are we cussing out Rabastan for today?” your brother falls on the sofa and you’re right behind him.
But they don’t seem to take Lucius’ amusement lightly, and you can see that when Severus stops tugging at his hair to turn to you, and so do your other friends. Their shocked expressions make you sink further into the sofa.
“He’s all bloodied up in the hospital wing right now. Apparently the idiot got into a fight with Potter and, well… Let’s just say that now he can’t move his right hand at all” Narcissa explains and your eyes widen. How could’ve James done that to him?
“From the shoulder down. Can you imagine?” Barty shakes his head and your brother, still beside you, gasps.
You throw him a dirty look before turning back to Narcissa. “Can we go see him? I think he’d want us to be there.”
“I mean, he is in a lot of pain and Madam Pomfrey said he might be there for a few days” Bellatrix chimes in, carelessly rolling her eyes as she stands up abruptly. “We could always just hex Potter, that’s something Rabastan would want.”
The raven haired boy’s eyes shoot up and lock with yours, carefully placing his book on the table. “I don’t know about that. What I do know is that I’m staying behind for Lestrange.”
“Yeah, cause that is so entertaining” Bellatrix mocks her cousin, going back to discussing hexing James.
Your frown slowly fades as you and Regulus maintain eye contact. You’ve always wondered how he could be attentive and protective of his friends, but still seem cold and uninterested all the time.
“Will you?” he asks suddenly, his demeanour still as calm as ever. You have to blink rapidly, and when you do, you swear that you can see the corner of his mouth tilt up.
“I’m- Sorry?”
“Will you stay here for the holidays? To keep Rabastan company” he muses, and you can tell by his tone that he is utterly amused.
“I wish. He’s my boyfriend after all” you sigh softly, chewing on your bottom lip. You hesitate at first, but still lean in closer to Regulus, so only he can hear. “But father wants me and Luce home on the 31st. He said that we have to meet someone.”
Regulus’ shoulders tense up and you notice his eyes widen a bit, but he still manages to brush it off like it’s nothing. “The 31st is still two weeks away” he inquires and you nod slowly.
“You’re right” you give him a small smile, resting your chin on your brother’s arm that was now sitting around your shoulders again. “You’re right, I’m staying here.”
The green eyed boy hums contently, picking up his book once again as he traces his pale, slender fingers over the pages. “Good.”
You’re left gawking at him, and now that his attention wasn’t solely focused on you, or so you think, you can finally relax. Even speaking a few simple words with him made you nervous, your heart throbbing against your ribcage.
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Later that evening, you find yourself not able to sleep. You’re tossing and turning, and your throat suddenly feels dry.
You curse yourself for not bringing a glass of water, before you get out of bed, the cold air hitting your bare legs and shoulders. You put your slippers on and do your best to open the door without making much noise, as to not wake up your roommates.
The stairs are old and with the creaking sound they make, you’re more than certain that you managed to wake up someone. The common room was dimly lit, and that mostly thanks to the fireplace.
“Can’t sleep?”
Your eyes widen as you clutch your chest, breathing heavy and alert, but the fear quickly dissolves when you catch sight of Regulus.
“Why would you do that?” you scoff, but still feel your cheeks burn, now very aware of his eyes on you. You’re almost bare, your pajamas doing very little to cover you.
He laughs quietly and your chest fills with ease. “And I didn’t even try” he sets his glass of water on the table, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he turns to get a better look at you. “You seem troubled.”
Regulus, always most observant. Damn him.
You sigh, walking toward the couch and plopping down next to him. “I’m just confused. I mean, Rabastan has a big mouth and sometimes that gets him weeks worth of detention. But he never gets… beaten up” you scrunch your nose, the words leaving a bitter taste on your tongue.
He nods, as if understanding why you’re worried. “I didn’t take Potter as one to break someone’s face either.”
“Exactly!” you beam for a moment, having been dismissed and laughed at by your brother earlier when you told him just that. “He’s been my partner in Potions since third year. The guy teared up when he saw some mosquito wings and I had to listen to his whole theory about how the mosquito must’ve had a family and they’re probably waiting for him.”
This makes Regulus laugh out loud, his hands covering his face as you sip your water, barely able to control your laughter yourself. “Tell me about it. He sits in front of me in Transfiguration. He turned Tammy Smith’s hair elastic into a ginger cat. It chewed on her hair and even scratched her scalp. Her hair hasn’t grown in that spot, and she has to wear a ponytail everyday. It’s been four months.”
“Right?! When I asked her why she refuses to wear her hair down anymore, she just glared at me” you giggle quietly, now feeling a little bad for her.
A comfortable silence settles between you two, and Regulus speaks softly after a while. “Someone should talk to James about it. I heard he’s in the hospital wing too.”
“Is he?” your bottom lip juts out slightly, and you look up at Regulus. “You’re right, someone should talk to him.”
He chuckles lowly, “I meant you.”
“Me? Why me?”
“Oh, come on” he draws out, his lips pursing, as if he’s trying to bit back a smile, or worse, a smirk. “He’s fond of you. You can’t tell me you didn’t know that.”
You hope that he’s joking, but when you look at him, searching his face for any sign of a joke, he’s serious. And it makes you wonder : Is James Potter actually fond of you?
“I think he’s just intrigued about us. I mean, Sirius barely lets us come near him. I can’t tell you how it’s like to brew potions whilst his eyes burn holes in the back of my head” you say, and in all fairness, that’s how it is.
James is a sweet, gentle guy, one that you would like to get to know better, but you just can’t. And it seems as though Regulus finds great pleasure in teasing you about it.
“You might be right” he shrugs, still not very convinced. He picks up his glass and stands up, walking toward the boys’ dormitories. He reaches the end of the stairs and comes to a halt, looking carefully over his shoulder, his words merely a whisper into the night. “Sirius leaves for about twenty minutes at lunch every day, in case you reconsider it.”
🦢
Your clock reads 11:01 o’clock when you finally gather the courage to leave your dormitory, heading straight toward the hospital wing. You’ve told no one, but deep down you know that Regulus is right. He needs to know that not all of you want to hex him for whatever it is he did to your boyfriend.
You finally reach the door and take a deep breath before slowly pushing it open. You figure Sirius should be gone by now.
The beds were empty, except for James’ and a sleeping Rabastan. You thank Merlin that he’s asleep.
“Y/n?” James calls your name, his voice hoarse and brows furrowed. Of course he didn’t expect to see you here.
“In the flesh” you force a tight lipped smile as you sit on the chair by his bed. His leg is bandaged, but other than that he seems just fine. “I didn’t know James Potter could fight.”
Your comment makes him smirk, “There’s a lot you don’t know about him. Heard he’s a pretty cool guy, doesn’t really pick fights either.”
Him talking about himself in third person makes you roll your eyes fondly, shaking your head. “I might not know this James very well, but I sure know who will pick up a fight if he feels like it” you sigh and look to Rabastan still sleeping peacefully, his bed just across from James’. “What did he say?”
His face flashes with something you can’t quite put your finger on, but he makes sure to ground himself, his signature smirk returning to his face. “He’s just got a beatable face.”
Your shoulders drop and James sighs defeatedly. Of course you wouldn’t give in just like that. “Fine, he got into an argument with Pa- Sirius. Mean things were said, he tried to hurt Sirius, so I had no choice.”
Liar. You don’t know much about James Potter, but what you do know is that he would never slap someone, let alone put them in the hospital.
You huff a laugh, eyes meeting his for the second time. “What did he say?”
“Oh- Well, now- Let’s just keep it at that” he says with a small smile, a very uncomfortable one at that. “You should go, though. My friends will be back any minute.”
You can’t help the scoff that escapes your mouth. He thinks that he can just lie through his teeth and then dismiss you like you’re stupid? You don’t want to give him that satisfaction.
You don’t say more though, and that leaves James with a heavy heart. You move nonchalantly, sitting in a similar chair, but now by Rabastan’s bed.
You did have a chance to say something, to snap at him or persuade him. But you didn’t.
as the title says | three fools in love | 7th year | fem reader |
I. The Moon
"I think I'm in love with two people," Regulus announced to his two best friends as he stared the ceiling of his dorm room, sprawled dramatically on his bed. While Barry was resting his head on Evan's thighs, pretending to read a book.
"Finally admitting it, then?" Evan didn't look up from where he was braiding tiny plaits into Barty’s hair. "Only took you half year."
Regulus shot up, side eyeing Evan. "What do you mean 'finally'?"
Barty snorted, abandoning any pretense of reading. "Reg, darling, you're about as subtle as an elephant. The way you look at Potter and Y/N..."
"I do not look at them in any particular way!"
"No? Shall I refresh your memory? You literally walked into a wall last week when we were our way to class, because Potter flew past the window during Quidditch practice," Evan pointed out.
"And you spent three hours in the library yesterday 'studying' while Y/N read poetry," Barty added, using air quotes.
Regulus buried his face in his hands. "It's impossible anyway. They're... they're together."
"And?" Barty raised an eyebrow, exchanging a look with Evan. "We're together, but that doesn't mean we wouldn't be open to—"
"That's different!" Regulus protested. "You two... it makes sense. But me? With both of them? It's complicated enough being a Black who's in love with a Potter, but adding another person..."
"Love's always complicated, petite étoile," Evan said softly, using the nickname that he gave Regulus as a joke during their first year but it stayed up to now. "But that doesn't mean it's impossible."
Regulus looked between his best friends and felt something in his chest. "I just... I want what you have. But I want it with them. Both of them. Is that selfish?"
"No more selfish than wanting the sun and stars," Barty smiled. "Which, coincidentally..."
"Oh, shut up."
But he was smiling now too, even as his heart raced with a new found possibility.
II. The Sun
James Potter had a problem.
Actually, he had two problems, both currently sitting under a tree by the lake – his girlfriend, you, reading poetry to his Quidditch rival (and frequent source of confusing feelings) Regulus Black.
"Prongs, mate," Sirius said from beside him, "you're staring again."
"Am' not," James muttered, definitely staring, as Regulus laughed at something you said. "Just... making sure they're not plotting anything."
"Right. Because my brother, who blushes every time you say his name and your girlfriend, who writes you love notes in Ancient Runes, are definitely plotting against you."
James turned to his best friend, surprised. "Regulus blushes when..."
Sirius groaned. "Merlin's pants, you're both so oblivious. Just go talk to them!"
"But what if—"
"James Potter," Sirius grabbed his shoulders, "my brother looks at you the same way I look at Remus. Trust me, I would like to say some.. a lot of things about this, but s'not the time. Nor the place. I see it in the way he looks at you, at her. In the way she looks at him the same way she looks at you. And you? You've been pining after both of them for months. So please, for the love of my sanity, go talk to them before I hex you."
James blinked. "Oh."
"Yes, 'oh.' Now get your ass up, you absolute moron."
III. The Stars
You weren't blind.
You saw the way James watched Regulus during Quidditch matches, the way Regulus's grey eyes followed James across the Great Hall. You noticed how they both gravitated toward you, how their touches lingered, how they seemed to orbit around each other, despite claiming they cannot stand each other.
It was rather fitting, really. James with his bright energy, lighting up every room he entered. Regulus with his quiet grace, reflecting that light in his own beautiful way. And you, somewhere between them, trying to bridge the gap.
"Your boyfriend's staring again," Regulus murmured, eyes flicking between your book, the black lake and definetly not James.
"Is he now? Must be staring at you I suppose." you replied without missing a beat.
His head snapped up. "I- what?"
You smiled, closing the book before turning to face him. "Oh, come on, Reg. You can't tell me you haven't noticed."
"Noticed what?"
"The way James looks at you. The way you look at him. The way you both look at me. The way I look at the both of you"
Regulus went very still. "I... that's..."
"Complicated?" you suggested. "Maybe. But the best things usually are."
"But you and James..."
"Are very much in love," you agreed. "Just like we're both very much in love with you."
The confession hung in the air between you, as delicate as starlight.
"Oh," Regulus breathed.
And then James was there, dropping down beside you both with his usual grace (or lack thereof). "So," he said, running a hand through his perpetually messy curly hair, "Sirius threatened to hex me if I didn't come talk to you both."
"About?" Regulus asked, voice slightly higher than usual.
James looked between you both, golden in the afternoon sun. His eyes catched yours and you nod reassurning. You two haved talked about this before, and it seems it was finally time to let the cat out of the bag.
"About how... I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you. Well, the both of you. And how that should probably terrify me, but somehow doesn't."
"And maybe…" James continued while grinning, "we should continue this conversation somewhere more private? Like, say, a certain someone's dorm?" as his eyes flicked back to your figure.
"Subtle, Potter," Regulus rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.
"You love it."
"Merlin help me, I do."
Later, tangled together in your satin bed sheets, you three fit perfectly together. James's warmth, Regulus's cool touch and your steady presence between them. Their kisses tasted different. James like sugar quills, Regulus like mint and the rich English black tea he always has in the afternoons, but they go together so beautifully.
"We should have done this ages ago," James murmured against your neck while Regulus kissed patterns across your collarbone.
"Better late than never," you gasped as Regulus nipped at your skin.
"Much better," Regulus agreed, reaching up to tangle his fingers in James's hair.
And really, what were a few months of pining compared to this? The sun, the moon and the stars, finally aligned just right.
Storyline: You wake up your lovers for a fun surprise of breakfast in bed. A small token of gratitude for all of their love.
CW: nothing, pure fluff and love :)
The room is lit with the soft light of sunrise, and only the sound of breathing fills the room. On the plush bed lies a tangle of limbs. One of those limbs trying to gently unfold themselves out of the tangle. You lightly lift up James’s arm in an attempt to move out of his hold. Successfully, you scooch out of his grasp, and replace yourself with a sleeping Lilly.
Now, your last obstacle- Regulus. Known for being a light sleeper, he is always the first one up. His leg lies on top of your own, and you sit there staring at it. Trying to formulate a plan to make it out without waking him or anyone else up. Hoping not to foil your plans for a surprise, you gently lift his leg, just a bit, and slide your own out. You grab a pillow and place it where your leg used to be, in hopes it stops him from noticing a difference.
He stirs, just slightly, but calms once more. You quietly exit the room, and gently close the door behind you. Letting out a breath you definitely knew you were holding, you tip toe down to the kitchen and turn on the light. Putting an apron on, you get to work making breakfast. You attempt to be as quiet as you can as you do so. Occasionally swaying back and forth to music only you can hear.
After about an hour or so, you finish the last pancake. You put all of the food and drinks on trays and bring them upstairs. Carefully opening the door and placing the trays in a safe spot for the time being. You make your way to the bed and gently flop on it. Regulus startles awake and Lilly slowly opens her eyes. Only James remains sleeping.
“Well good morning, lovely.” Lilly purrs, freeing her hand from the tangle of limbs and bodies and stroking your hair. Regulus looks at the two of you fondly before his hand finds your back, rubbing soft circles on it. “You’re up early. Couldn’t sleep?” You shake your head no and turn to James.
“I have a surprise.” You nuzzle your face into the sleeping boy's neck, and begin trailing soft, lazy kisses from his neck, to his jaw, and finally to his mouth. He kisses you back in a sleepy trance, hand lazily running through your hair. “Good morning.” You say as you sit up, Regulus groans slightly as you push your elbows into his stomach to assist your movement. And James pouts at the lack of you in his arm, he makes up for his sudden loneliness by gripping Lilly, who slightly chuckles at his antics.
“Jamie, get up.” You pout. Shaking him gently. He only whines and buries his head further into Lilly’s chest. “Five more minutes.” He pouts, and Regulus is quick to speak up for you. “James, she has a surprise. So get up, I want to know what it is.” Lilly gently pushes James away, just enough to wake him up a little more. “Let’s go sleepy boy.” She sits up, dragging the pouting James up with her. “Ok love. We’re ready.”
You smile and get off of the bed, almost falling on top of Lilly in the process. You make your way across the room, bare feet lightly stepping across the cold floor. Grabbing the trays, you bring them back to your waiting lovers. “Breakfast in bed.” You beam, and the three look back with appreciative smiles.
“Ooo!” James’s sleepiness seems to leave his body immediately, and his entire face brightens up as he grabs the tray you have outstretched to him. “Thank you dear,” Regulus’s loving look meets yours, gratitude shown on his face as he takes his tray.
“Is there a special occasion?” Lilly gives you a kiss on the forehead, taking her own tray. You bring her in for a real kiss, a soft touch of your lips before you pull away and sit at the foot of the bed. Watching the three settle by the headrest with their trays. You shake your head.
“Not really. I just wanted to spoil you three. You all are always doing so for me. Regulus and James with their obnoxious purchases. Lilly with your calming words and soft massages. So I figured what better way to repay you than to make you breakfast.”
James hums in delight as he takes a bite of his food. “I will give you all of my money if it means a home cooked meal.” Regulus nods at this but adds, “We would both give them all of our money, home cooked meal or not.”
James hums in agreement and Lilly says, “Simps,” Between fake coughs. Regulus rolls his eyes, “Don’t act like you aren't just as whipped as we are.” He sets his fork down and goes to tickle at her sides, but quickly stops when she puts her hands up like she’s ready for a fight.
“Where is your breakfast?” James interrupts their little lover’s quarrel as he looks at you worriedly. You give him a smile, “I ate downstairs. I didn’t want to take four trays up. Plus, I like watching you guys.” Regulus gives you a teasing smirk, and you already know what's going to happen next.
“Perv.” You roll your eyes and go to grab the nearest pillow by you. Regulus is quick to grab it first. “Nope.” He smirks at you with a shit eating grin. You look at Lilly, give her a pleading look, to which she rolls her eyes. But she obliges nonetheless, and grabs the pillow beside her and hits Regulus’s face lightly, causing James to snort his food, and Regulus’s look of betrayal.
“Traitors. All of you.” You give him your best puppy dog eyes. He folds instantly. “Fine.” He moves his finished tray to the side, taking James’s also finished tray. “Come here.” He holds open his arms and you need no other words. You just move right in between them, your back to his chest.
Lilly places her tray to the side as her and James join you two in the awkward half sitting up, half laying down cuddles. The four of you becoming a tangle of limbs once more. A silence takes over the room and you lay there, listening to each other's breaths and heartbeats. Matching the calm breathing of one another. “How long shall we stay here for?” Regulus speaks up, breaking the silence and burrowing down even more.
“Forever.” James states, running a hand through your hair as he pulls Lilly in even tighter. And so you stay, long after most normal people would have gotten up. A tangle of limbs of love. Comfortable and safe. Cosy in this little relationship the four of you had built.
Summary: Your whole life of being ignored in love makes you believe that love will never come for you, so seeing James start dating the only person you thought loved you is too much for you. 'Let it once be me'
Pairing: Jegulus x fem!reader
Words: 4600
Warnings: Reader is an insecure nerd with a lack of love (she's also oblivious), mentions of crying and self-hatred, use of yn one time, hurt/confort, a bit of angst if you close one eye, slightly suggestive (Nothing explicit), a lot of fluff <3 Let me know if I miss anything!
Since you were little you could not help but feel forgotten, of course there were people who loved you, you were not a complete loser, you had a few friends and had no problems with anyone in your class, but still that painful feeling was still there, your friends had more friends, more friends to spend time with when you were not there, but you did not have so many people to hang out with.
Regulus was the only friend you were really close to, the only one who hadn't moved away over the years, Regulus had more friends, such as Barty or Evan, but he always showed you that you were his priority, including you in all the plans he made, listening to you attentively and never leaving you alone, the boy wasn't good at expressing his emotions, but it was the little details that made you feel his appreciation for you.
Over the years you and Regulus had become too close, you practically lived in his room, where he could listen to you for hours talking about the same subject no matter how much you rambled, it wasn't always like that, sometimes it was quiet evenings where you were both silently reading, just enjoying each other's presence.
Anyone who knew Regulus knew you and vice versa, you spent most of your time together, occasionally being accompanied by Barty or Dorcas.
With anyone else you couldn't help but feel like a lapdog, chasing people and seeking their attention, with Regulus none of this happened, there was no awkwardness or anxiety, just tranquility and affection.
But as always, the universe seemed to want to test you, every year a misfortune happened in your life, this year the misfortune was called James Potter and it was a cute quidditch player with glasses.
At first you didn’t care, you and regulus were assigned together to a school job with James, nothing out of the ordinary, regulus seemed somewhat irritated by the idea of working with one of Sirius' friends but said he wouldn’t give it any importance.
The assignment was not particularly easy, it was hours in the library and you had to admit that working with James wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, but time seemed to pass quickly when the three of you were together.
Everything seemed relatively normal to you, you didn’t even care that James and Regulus seemed to get along, it was all too subtle, started with Regulus going to the library first, spending time alone with James and discussing assignment issues without you, then James started visiting more often the black lake, where you and regulus spent time together, but after that Regulus started going to the library without you, you used to find James chatting with regulus in the halls.
You wanted to think it was nothing, regulus still your best friend, still paying attention and even remembered your favorite chocolate, which he made sure to give you whenever he felt something was wrong.
You wanted to convince yourself that nothing was wrong, but there was a strange feeling in your chest, a little voice in your head telling you that something was wrong.
But how could this be wrong? James was sweet and attentive, he was the most popular boy at Hogwarts, he made Regulus smile, which no one else but you did, he even talked to you, included you in his plans and talked to you, listening carefully to what you said.
Even if you tried to hate James you couldn't, the boy was a gentleman in every sense of the word, but you thought it was his nature, you didn't think you were special, so you let James carry your books, walk you to class and even went to the three brooms with Regulus, for you it was nothing out of this world, but in spite of everything that horrible feeling wouldn't go away from you, that feeling that everything was going to end badly.
You really wanted to like him, there was nothing wrong with James, maybe it was you that was wrong...
“I didn't think you even knew anything about poetry” you could recognize Regulus' voice as he turned in one of the corridors, which surprised you, you hadn't seen him all morning, which was strange since you used to have breakfast together on weekends.
“Oh hi dove” James' voice snapped you out of your thoughts, you hadn't even noticed that you almost bumped into them.
James had a habit of calling everyone by nicknames, from “dove” to “sweetheart”, so you had understood that it didn't mean anything, but a strange feeling settled in your stomach every time he did.
“Hi, where were you?” You asked both of them, although your gaze was fixed on Regulus, your voice was calm but had some concern in it, had they gone out alone?
“We went to hogsmaede, for the poetry books I told you about” Regulus said calmly, but you felt a pang in your chest, you were the one who had told Regulus about those new books in the bookstore, you had agreed that you would go together for it.
“I thought we were going together after dinner” You said somewhat confused, but it was obvious that you were feeling a little bad about this.
“Ah it's just that I told James and he offered to go with me, you seemed busy with your Herbology homework, I didn't want to bother you” Regulus explained without giving it any importance, he really believed that you didn't care, you had gone a million times together to Hogsmaede and he had seen you a little off these last days, so he didn't want to bother you or force you to go out, he knew you were not the most social person.
But he didn't know that you didn't care, that you would always go out with him if he asked you to, of course, you weren't a fan of socializing or going to places with a lot of people, but you didn't care if it meant going with him.
“Oh okay, sure…” You said trying to sound as calm and disinterested as possible, maybe it was ridiculous, you were just overreacting, right? Regulus could go out with whoever he wanted, it didn't matter, but why did it hurt so much?
“We can go again later if you want, Marlene said there is a new coffee shop next to honeydukes” James said almost instantly, he seemed to have noticed the way your mood had changed.
“Oh no, Regulus was right, I have to finish my herbology homework…I'll see you guys later” You said with disinterest, though you couldn't even look them in the eyes, you felt a lump in your throat forming, a whirlwind of emotions flooding you, but you didn't want to make a spectacle of yourself there, it would be ridiculous, so you didn't let them say another word and hurried off to your room, feeling a pressure in your chest grow and the tears stinging in your eyes.
You wanted to stop the tears but you couldn't, it had all become too much at that moment, so all you could do was lock yourself in the bathroom of your room, sitting next to the bathtub and bringing your legs to your chest as the tears rolled down your cheeks.
You felt ridiculous, crying over two boys you didn't even have anything with, that was the problem, you had nothing, you never had anything, at the beginning it was a joke between you and Regulus, saying you were both losers with no love life, but now there was only you, Regulus had James, the most damn beautiful and attentive boy at Hogwarts, and where were you?
You didn't know what it was that feeling that came over you, some kind of envy or… jealousy?
You had seen the way James looked at Regulus, with stars in his eyes, you wanted that, you wanted someone to love like you were the air he breathed, you wanted to be able to intertwine your hands with Regulus' like James did, you wanted to snuggle between the two of them and wake up knowing you had someone who cared about you.
But you knew it wasn't possible, you knew it since you were a little girl, when all your friends ended up moving away, when everyone started to have their first kiss and you hadn't even held hands romantically with someone, you just wanted it to be you for once.
A knock on the door made you jump in place, at first you thought it was just one of your roommates, but a voice proved otherwise.
“Is everything okay in there, love?” at that moment you couldn't hate regulus' nicknames any more, you didn't want to see him at that moment, to anyone.
“Yeah, I'm fine” You said trying to sound calm, wiping the tears coming out of your eyes with the sleeves of your sweater.
“Can we come in?” your brow furrowed slightly at his words, We? but as if Regulus had read your mind, he spoke again. “James is here too, you didn't look so good earlier.”
You wanted to curse, what the fuck did James have to do there? You didn't want to be seen like that, you didn't want anyone to see you like that, but there was another feeling in your chest, you wanted to be comforted, you wanted someone to tell you that everything would be alright.
So before Regulus could say anything else, you walked up to the door and unlocked it, opening it slightly before stepping away, letting them in.
James and Regulus felt their chests heave at the sight of you, your eyes puffy and reddish, traces of tears on your cheeks and your eyes burning bright with tears.
Your gaze went to your hands, playing with the hem of your sweater, you didn't have the courage to look at them, you felt ridiculous, dramatic, like a little girl.
James was the first to approach, the brown-haired man was about to take you in his arms, wanting to protect you from everything, but for a moment he remembered that you and he were not as close as he would like, and he had seen you pull away a million times when someone tried to hug you.
“What's the wrong, dove?” asked James worriedly, holding back the urge to stretch his arms toward you.
Your chest tightened as you listened to him, why did he have to use those nicknames? Why did he have to be so nice?
“It's nothing, it was just a b-bad day I guess” You said trying to sound disinterested, but the slight cut in your voice gave away that something was wrong.
“This isn't just a bad day, yn, you've been acting weird all week, even with me” Now the one who spoke was Regulus, his voice sounding a little hurt, it was true, you had been pushing Regulus away for the last week, something you had never done before, the boy had been there for you all your life, you would never want to push him away, but this last week it had all become too much, your thoughts were overwhelming you, making you miserable and you didn't want Regulus to deal with you and your problems, you couldn't be a burden, to him or anyone else.
Your gaze lifted slightly, looking at Regulus and James for a moment, you felt your eyes fill with tears almost instantly, Regulus was wearing James' sweater, you didn't know if you hadn't noticed it before or if he had just put it on, but either way it hurt, it made your chest tighten.
Your mind went back to the last few weeks, remembering all the interactions between James and Regulus, the way they both looked at each other and laughed, the hickeys you had tried to ignore on Regulus' neck, the times you accidentally caught them in the hallways in a sweet kissing session, all those memories invaded your mind at once and made you feel miserable, because you were losing the only person you had ever loved, because it wasn't you who they loved, because it was never you who was loved.
Tears came out of your eyes non-stop, making you sob like never before, you felt like a little girl, weak and alone, wishing someone would hold you and tell you that everything would be all right.
Regulus soon came closer, wrapping you in his arms as if he was afraid you were going to fall apart right there, you wanted to cry harder, you felt ridiculous, you would have wanted to walk away, to disappear, but at that moment everything became too much and you could only sink into Regulus' arms, wishing your misery would end.
Regulus felt his chest tighten at seeing you so heartbroken, you had been holding it all in for so long that now you felt as if your own feelings were suffocating you, Regulus felt his own eyes fill with tears at the sight of you, feeling terrible for letting you get to this point, for not having cared sooner at seeing you so distant, a pang of guilt appeared in his chest.
James next to you wasn't much better, his face was one of genuine concern, he didn't know what to do, he didn't know you well enough to know what to do, he was afraid of getting so close to you that you would push him away.
“Love, please tell me what's wrong, it hurts me to see you like this” Regulus murmured, lightly stroking your hair, you sank deeper into his arms, wishing for it to be over, for the pain to disappear once and for all.
“I-I am what is wrong, it's a-always me…” You said between sobs, your head was starting to hurt from crying, you felt like you couldn't breathe.
“Dove, there's nothing wrong with you-” James started to say, trying to get closer to you, but you didn't even let him finish, feeling the pain cloud your t,thoughts.
“You don't know anything! Y-You would never understand…” You said painfully, pulling away from Regulus' arms, feeling your own chest tighten, to you James was the perfect boy, who had all of Hogwarts behind him, he would never understand your pain, no one would.
“Let us try, let us try to understand you” Regulus said quietly, trying to get closer to you again.
Your eyes filled with tears again, you felt a pressure in your chest suffocating you, you instantly shook your head, they were not going to understand you, they couldn't, not even you could, at some point they would notice how complicated you were and they would walk away, they couldn't fix you.
“I don't want to be understood, I don't want to be fixed, I don't-” You said in a clipped voice, tears kept coming out of your eyes, blurring your vision, you didn't even notice when James and Regulus had come so close to you.
“There's nothing to fix about you, love, you're not broken or damaged” James said softly, bringing his hand tentatively to your cheek, wondering if you would pull away or not.
But you didn't, you let James reach his hand up and gently touch your cheek, wiping away the tears that came from your eyes, his hand was warm and gentle on your cheek, you couldn't help but soften at his touch, it felt so good.
“I just want to be loved, is that so hard?” You said in barely a whisper, you sounded so vunerable, both boys felt their chests squeeze at hearing you, there was no way you were hard to love, not for them.
“Not at all, we've loved you from the first moment you appeared in our lives” Regulus said warmly, moving closer to you and James, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.
You felt your breath catch when you heard his words, he didn't mean it, you were misinterpreting things, there was no way…
“You dont mean that, regulus, you dont-” You started to say instantly, pulling away from the touch of both of them defensively, you couldn't believe an illusion, you couldn't deal with the pain of losing them both.
“I don't what?” Regulus interrupted you, not letting you move too far away before gently grabbing one of your wrists. “I don't love you? You're not one to say what I feel or don't feel, I love you, and so does James” Regulus said seriously, not a trace of doubt in his voice.
You felt your breath catch, there was no way, it must have all been a dream, but you could feel Regulus' hand on your wrist, holding you gently, showing you that it was real, this was real.
“I don't know why you seem so surprised, dove, I know Regulus isn't very expressive but I thought we had been too obvious with our feelings for you” James said with obviousness, giving you a small smile, showing you that his words were true.
Your mind seemed to click, the memories of the last few weeks coming back to you, you had spent the last few weeks together with both boys and you had to admit that Regulus was a little more clingy with you than usual, he had looked at you more than usual while you were studying and you even remembered him playing with the bracelets in your hands, but you couldn't believe there were any other feelings with his looks or touches, he was your best friend and you had been so focused on his interactions with James that you hadn't even noticed how he acted with you.
With James the memories made you blush, now it all seemed a little more obvious, James was much more affectionate than Regulus, putting his arm around your shoulder as you walked, or telling you how good your hair looked with waves.
At that moment you couldn't help but shrink in place, feeling embarrassed, had they really been so obvious and you hadn't noticed?
“You really didn't notice anything?” Regulus asked incredulously, though something in his chest ached, you really didn't think they could be in love you?
“I, I d-didn't think…” The words didn't come out of your mouth, you felt embarrassed and a bit stupid, you wanted to believe their words but something in you still felt that it was all a bad joke, how could they notice you?
James noticed how your mind seemed to go too fast, overwhelming you with thoughts and ideas that weren't even true, so without thinking he approached you, taking your cheek again.
“We really like you, both of us, we love listening to you talk for hours about your books and hearing you laugh, I love when you insult me because I don't keep quiet in the library, I love how you and Regulus seem to get lost in your own world when you're together, I love how smart and kind you are, I love you, all of you.” James said sincerely, looking at you with those sparkling eyes that left you in no doubt that what he said was true.
You felt a new warmth in your chest, something you hadn't felt before, and it felt so…. nice
“I know that maybe now everything is too much and we'll go slow if that's the way you want it, we care about you, more than anything in this world, and I know that sometimes I'm an idiot who doesn't know what he wants, but if there's one thing I'm sure of is that I love you, and nothing will change my feelings for you” Regulus said, his cheeks were slightly flushed, you knew how hard it was for him to express himself, so every word meant too much to you.
Your mind was still thinking too much, a thousand ideas and emotions running through your mind, so many that they could overwhelm you, but for a moment a new feeling appeared in you and silenced everything else, it was love.
Your mind went blank, all the fear disappeared when you saw their looks, they were genuine, so for the first time you decided to believe, you decided that maybe this was for the best, you deserved it, for once, for the first time, it was you.
You were loved.
“I love you too” You mumbled in barely a whisper looking at both boys “I'm sorry for…for how I acted… I thought you guys were leaving me out and I-” You started to explain, feeling your chest hurt as you remembered how you yelled at James and walked away from Regulus, but they didn't let the pain last too long.
“It's okay dove, we didn't know you felt this way, we should have been more direct with you” James murmured warmly, with that tone that made you feel so safe.
“James is right, it was me who wanted to give you space when I saw you a bit discouraged, I should have asked what was wrong, I'm sorry, love” Regulus added with some pain in his voice, to which you immediately shook your head.
“No, no, it's not your fault, I preferred to isolate myself than to talk to you…I always do” You said without looking at them, the last thing in just a whisper, isolating yourself was something you couldn't avoid, you preferred to sink in your pain and misery than to let others carry it.
“You don't have to keep doing it, we're here and we're not leaving” Regulus said sweetly, taking your chin and lifting your gaze, “If you want space just tell us and we'll wait for you, love, but we'll always be there for you, you have us now, you don't have to go through your pain alone, you don't have to let your thoughts consume you, you're not alone.”
You felt your heart squeeze at Regulus' words, you were not alone, you had them, if this was a dream you never wanted to wake up.
Without thinking about it you approached Regulus, hugging him tightly and sinking into his arms, not without first taking James' hand so that he would also come closer, he didn't hesitate for a minute to hug you both.
“I love you, so much” You said softly, you wanted to say a million things, but at that moment you couldn't, you just wanted to sink into their arms and make everything else disappear, they knew it, they didn't move away for a moment, they didn't need words to know that you loved them.
“We love you more, dove, you have no idea” James said affectionately, running a hand through your hair in an loving gesture.
From your position you could hear the heartbeat in Regulus' chest, it was the best melody you had ever heard.
You wanted to stay like this forever, with them, they were everything you had ever dreamed of, you loved them.
Regulus carefully took your chin, lifting your face, his eyes were full of love, they were looking at you as if you were a dream.
“ May I?” murmured Regulus softly, his eyes fixed on your lips, he was asking for your permission, Regulus was asking for your permission to kiss you, and you felt like you would melt right there.
Almost instantly you nodded, there was no doubt in your mind that you wanted him to kiss you, even if you had never kissed anyone before, you wanted him to be the first, there was no doubt in your mind.
James was totally gawking at the sight of them, his heart was pounding in his chest.
Regulus didn't think too much before he gently cupped your cheek, bringing his face close to yours and pressing his lips to yours, you felt like you were in a dream, his lips were sweet and decisive on yours.
You felt all his love released in that kiss, it was as if he was pouring out all the love he had kept for you during all these years.
Your hands went to his hair, holding him close, your lips moved inexpertly over his, you wished it would never end.
Regulus seemed to feel the same, because it wasn't until you pulled away for air that he let you go, still holding your cheek.
Your lips were slightly puffy and your cheeks flushed, you were trying to catch your breath, and to James and Regulus you were the most beautiful thing they had ever seen.
“You've been waiting for this for a long time, haven't you?” James said to Regulus with some amusement, Regulus was in the same state as you, trying to catch his breath.
Regulus rolled his eyes slightly, before moving closer and leaving another kiss on your lips, this time a shorter one but with the same love, the boy had definitely become addicted to your lips.
When you pulled away you didn't know what to say, your cheeks were flushed, the smile on James' face didn't make you feel any less embarrassed, even in that state he looked at you as if you were a work of art.
“Damn I really want to kiss you” James gasped softly, bringing his hand to your jaw.
You didn't let James say anything else, you brought your lips to his and kissed him, to say you were scared was an understatement, but the moment your lips touched James' everything vanished.
James kissed you with such desire, his hand went from your jaw to the back of your neck, holding you close, his kiss was desperate but sweet, very different from Regulus, one of his hands went to your waist, pulling you closer to him and groaning in between the kiss.
James seemed to have been waiting for this moment all his life, at one point he lightly bit your lip, making you open your mouth and thrusting his tongue in, turning the kiss more heated, you felt your cheeks flush and you could barely keep up with him.
“James” Regulus called as a warning, making James pull away slightly, still keeping his grip on your waist.
“You'll have plenty of time for that later, let her process all of this first” Regulus said with amusement though there was some seriousness in his voice.
You were grateful to Regulus, sure the kiss with James was a dream, but your mind was still trying to process all of this, so you definitely needed to slow down a bit, this was all new to you.
James didn't look disappointed at all, he simply nodded slightly at Regulus, his face somewhat guilty, feeling that perhaps he had gone too far, he was much bolder than the black haired boy clearly, but if you needed to go slow he would wait as long as you needed to.
Even though your heart was still beating too hard in your chest you still wanted to prove to James that he had done nothing wrong, so you took his face and left a kiss on his lips, taking a moment to pull away.
“I love your kisses ” You said sweetly for James, showing him that all was fine, to which the boy's eyes lit up, giving you a small smile, god how you adored that smile.
That day all your fears vanished, you could feel a mess, a chaos, but among all the noise, there they were.
Finally the prophecy had changed for you.
I hope you liked this, I think it's a bit long but I think it's worth it, I hope all my Prophecy girls enjoyed it, your turn will come, don't forget i xoxo.
