all i can think about is regulus teaching virgin james how to properly fuck someone
teaching him how to eat people out, how to prep them properly and then how to fuck them
james thinks of it as a favour, friends helping each other out until he tries to fuck someone else, he cant do it- not properly anyways
all he can think about is dark curly hair and piercing eyes, the plump of regulus’ lips and the way he tells james off when he does something wrong
by the time he finishes, it’s not because of the girl underneath him trying her hardest to appeal to him, it’s to the thought of his best friends little brother degrading him to the point of tears
The difference between Sirius and Regulus is if Sirius had a time turner he would go to the future to fuck dilf Remus, if Regulus had a time turner he would go to the past to fuck James when he was still a virgin.
HFKSKKFKDD it’s been a Month since you sent this and i just saw jfkskf shame on me but
Yes. yes and ily and this is for you ino (nsfw warning)
It’s been approximately half an hour since James has thrown his phone across from him on the mattress and then flung himself onto his bedroom floor and anxiously been doing sit-ups to distract himself from the atrocity he’s just committed.
He’s utterly, absolutely and astronomically fumbled it, is what he’s done.
James counts 283 and there’s a knock on the door.
Hm. He wasn’t expecting visitors.
James gets up and strips his shirt on the way, balling it up in his hands to dab at the sweat that’s been collecting on his face and neck and pads to the front door of his small apartment.
He doesn’t bother peeking through the spy hole but instead swings the door open, ready to help a stranger to their right destination. Most likely someone else’s flat in the building. James is positive that he has the last names from the doorbell signs down enough to give helpful instructions.
What he doesn’t expect to see there, is a familiar face.
Or, rather, a much too familiar, instantly heart beat skipping, agonizingly pretty face.
Regulus is standing there, arms ramrod straight at his sides and face flushed. “What exactly did you mean when you texted— and you’re naked.”
James looks down on himself but sure enough he’s still in shorts, socks and slippers.
He gazes back up at Regulus who sorta looks more flushed than just a second ago, but perhaps it’s just a trick of the light.
“Why are you naked?” Regulus presses out. “And sweaty?” His tone makes it sound more like a statement.
Shit, does James stink? When was the last time he used deodorant? His shower after lunch? Yes, he did. That should do.
James shakes his head, “I’m not naked.” He gestures down at himself.
Regulus makes a noise like he’s frustrated and his eyes roll back. James is not thinking any indecent thoughts.
“Why are you like—” Regulus gestures at James as well. There’s a lot of gesturing going on comparatively to how short this conversation has been going on. “—like this?”
James refuses the instinct to let out a dumb Uhh and think of a plausible answer instead. He shrugs feebly, “Been doing sit-ups.”
“Sit-ups?” Regulus parrots in vague disbelief. His arms cross in front of his chest, frown pulling at his expression. James wants to bite his cheek.
“Yes,” he confirms. He rubs his shirt along his neck once more. “Um,” James mentally slaps himself, “did you want- I mean, was there something you came here for?”
“Is there something I—” Regulus makes another one of his noises and then simply stalks past James and into his apartment.
“Yeah, sure, come in,” James calls after him, closing the door. He turns just in time to see Regulus disappear into his bedroom. “I- Reg, what? Wait a god damn second.” He quickly heads after the younger man just to find him searching around his room like—and there’s really no better way of phrasing it—a drug sniffer dog.
Before James can even get a word out Regulus toes off his sneakers and gets on his bed, working around in the sheets. It takes no longer than a few seconds before he resurfaces with a vindictive A-ha, proceeding to hold up James’ phone.
James feels his cheeks heat with familiar shame.
And he feels them heat even more when Regulus clambers off his bed, the curls of his hair all tousled, and steps up to where James is rooted to the spot. He holds the phone screen up at James in an almost accusatory way. Yet, again, before James can even think to explain, Regulus snatches it away again and swipes his thumb over the screen.
James’ jaw almost unhinges, “Did you just do that to unlock my phone with face ID?”
“Yup,” Regulus says, tapping away on James’ phone.
“I-” and that manages to snap James out of it and catapult him into a more intelligent homo sapiens headspace, “Give me that!”
“No,” Regulus counters immediately, stemming a surprisingly deft palm against James’ sternum. He makes another swipe for his phone but Regulus keeps angling himself away with all the grace of a younger sibling that’s taken something that doesn’t belong to them.
James whines and tries wrapping an arm around Regulus to pull him closer, to get closer to the phone that is held one Regulus arms length away. Regulus makes a noise, a different one, but inexorably no less sexy. “Stop that,” he chides.
“You stop it,” James volleys back, desperately trying to keep his focus on the fact that Regulus is currently still going through his phone for whatever reason and off how good the other feels pressed right up against James body. “What are you even trying to—”
With a sudden start Regulus’ posture changes and he twists around to shove the phone back into James’ face. If James wasn’t so focused on not focusing on Regulus’ hand on his biceps and the way his belt is pressing just right against James’ crotch, he might not have taken as long as he does to realize what Regulus is trying to show him.
“So?” Regulus demands, wiggling the phone in front of James’ nose, just as his eyes adjust to the proximity of the object.
The screen projects their chat.
It presents James with the two most idiotic text messages he’s ever hit send on. But it also tells him Regulus’ reaction he so clearly unsuccessfully tried to avoid.
16:42 you’re more stupid than i thought if you really believe that inexperience consequences bad sex, potter
16:43 did you not also hear pandora and dorcas deflower each other in the room over at my birthday party in year 11?
16:46 wait are you drunk??
16:46 it’s literally not even five pm
16:51 if you’re not answering me in the next 10 minutes the offer is off the table..
17:00 james i’m fucking serious
17:00 also, don’t you dare answer if you’re gonna make that joke
17:01 i will actually choke you to death
17:05 hello??
17:08 i’m coming over
And, well.
James doesn’t really know what to say. Or think. Or do.
Anything really.
Regulus is glaring up at him next to his phone screen and it’s searing. He’s warm too, sturdy and a comfortable weight in James’ arm.
Oh, he really doesn’t want to let go. That he knows. That James is more than one hundred percent sure of.
And he’s here. Regulus threatened to pull back on his agreement to James’ insane question but instead of actually doing so he came here.
James asked Regulus if he would like to have sex with him, told him that he’s in truth a virgin and not at all confident in doing well in bed, and Regulus had put on his fucking shoes and walked his snotty, sexy, little ass the 7 minutes it takes to get from his shared flat to James’.
It’s a little too good to be true.
A fresh apple found on the forest ground of rotting foliage and James is waiting for net to snap up beneath his feet and hold him in elevated imprisonment.
James has to ask. “Why’d you come over, Reg?”
Regulus clicks his tongue. “Why do you think?”
“I don’t want to guess,” James insists as Regulus crosses his arms again, averting his eyes, “I want to know.”
A moment ticks by, and then another, in which Regulus stubbornly stares at a spot over James’ shoulder, not saying a word.
James reaches around further and pinches Regulus’ waist to make him jump. He does, predictably, and then bares his teeth in an almost growl when he returns to face James. “Because…” Regulus sighs out of his nose with force.
James holds him tighter at the waist again, in warning. Coincidentally pulling Regulus more onto him, making them both gasp softly.
Regulus’ lips part and James eyes bulge. “Sorry,” he mutters, voice husky.
Regulus groans, almost distressed, and James is about to apologize properly when Regulus stops him short. “Because,” he erupts, “you’re like stupidly hot, James, and it’s fucking pissing me off. It’s been pissing me off for a good five years, at this point, and I feel like if I don’t do anything about it, I will go mental.”
Oh.
James needs a moment to process that. Several actually.
The muscles in his arm start straining from how tight he’s holding Regulus against him but James doesn’t care. All he can think about is Regulus at 19, shy and small, but spitting venom at any attempt of getting closer. A time where Regulus’ hair was short and choppy after he cut it all off himself, where his skin was still pale and untouched by ink, where he still had a lot to unlearn but was visibly thankful for the environment he was brought into through his brother. That little baby snake, teeth sharp and going for an attack every few seconds, wasn’t repulsed by James at all. He was angry with himself for not being repulsed by James.
Oh, James should have known, he should have noticed. Or at least it shouldn’t have taken him this long to fucking find out. Because it only took about two years before Regulus started to become malleable in James’ proximity, in his palm. Jabs easier, quips more playful, and an uptick of the corner of his mouth. James had nearly run laps from the happiness these small victories brought the first few times they happened.
But it was supposed to happen like this. If James has learned one thing from building his relationship with Regulus, it’s patience, no matter how badly he’d wanted to tear out his own hair at times. It would have been no use rushing into it and scaring him off.
Because now Regulus is the one who came, who made the step. Who is here, in James’ arms, a desperate, pretty little thing. Worn thin and helpless, eager and frustrated and—
“You’re into me?” James breathes, something inside his chest fluttering.
“I just said that,” Regulus scowls again and James almost explodes.
His still unsure how to do this but James wants, fuck, he wants so badly. Wants to eat Regulus, wants to fuse with him, wants Regulus to spit in his open mouth and make him swallow.
James has made out with people before, at parties. He’s been told he’s a good kisser.
“Reg.”
“What?”
“Can I kiss you?”
Regulus does a double take at him. His mouth drops open and his eyes go all wide and soft, gaze so dewy it nearly cuts James off at the knees.
“You—” Regulus interrupts himself in favor of pulling James down by his nape. Fingers wind themselves into the back of James’ hair at the same time as Regulus licks his tongue between James’ lips and it’s heaven.
Immediately James’ body feels oversensitive, blood rushing and prickling inside his veins like sour candy, light headed, gut clenching, lips tingling where he can feel Regulus’ press against his. It’s wet and open mouth, nip of teeth, but it’s soft, gentle despite that.
James lets out a happy sigh and it turns into a moan when Regulus tugs at his roots. Turns into panting and a whimper when Regulus breaks off but keeps his hips pressed into James’.
Oh, that’s dangerous. That’s so, so d—
“James, did you just get hard this quickly?”
Again, it sounds less like a question and more like a statement. Which, technically it has every right to be, since Regulus is completely correct.
It doesn’t feel quite on par with James’ ego to outright and immediately admit it though so he intelligently keeps gaping at Regulus momentarily.
But Regulus isn’t having it. He fastens his grip in James’ messy hair, his other hand coming up to loosely rest against the base of James’ throat and then Regulus leans in to lick at the seam of his lips. Touching just the tip of his tongue to James’ sensitive kissed, open mouth like he’s coaxing the answer out of him like that.
Insane behavior. James needs to lock Regulus away from everybody else in the world. He can’t have him going around being this hot just for anyone to see.
It works though, in a way, at least. James doesn’t manage to form a coherent verbal answer but his hips do the job for him when he ruts them forth and into Regulus in response.
The younger bites his lower lip at that, pupils blown and smoldering, “That’s a yes, I suspect.” And then Regulus says something that is the exact moment of the beginning of James Fleamont Potter’s ruination as the world knows and adores him. He knocks James head around slightly, carefully and coos at him gently. And then Regulus says, “Already stupid in the head, huh?”
James’ body nearly takes a screenshot. His gut tightens immediately, all the blood leaving his head and rushing straight to his cock, so fast and hard it’s dizzying. The tips of his fingers tingle with blood loss and a noise rips from his throat that’s as animalistic as it is pathetic.
From then it’s all a bit hazy.
There’s a lot of begging involved on James’ part and a lot of leading on Regulus’. They end up on the bed, kissing each other’s mouths raw, James on his back and Regulus in his lap, grinding down on him like he’s trying to grade James’ braincells away like a parmesan. It’s working. To the point where he’s so lost in the feel and weight of Regulus, in all the way he makes him feel good like the fucking angel that he is, that James doesn’t even notice he’s about to cum before it’s too late.
It barrels through him like a fucking freight train, spilling into his shorts, Regulus pressing down on and milking it out of him.
One would imagine this is already intense enough but then Regulus mumbles something into his ear and James vaguely remembers blushing again and nodding. There’s the sound of a zipper and some adjusting and then Regulus lets out a shaky moan that has James snapping back into the present so fast he’s afraid he gave himself whiplash.
Because Regulus is on top of him, hand down his jeans and eyebrows scrunched like he’s feeling just so fucking good and James has to kiss him again. They do that until Regulus shudders through his own orgasm and James feels like his bones turned into al dente pasta.
And lastly, because Regulus is still an evil, little shit, he gives James one more dirty, wet kiss before extracting himself entirely.
He pats James on the knee as he rebuttons his trousers, “Now, if you wanna continue this, you know where to find me. And you better text me back before I get home or this’ll be the last time you had an orgasm through your dick.”
James just so refrains from telling him he’s in love with him.
Marauders bringing James to a strip club on his birthday, Sirius not knowing that regulus works there, and booking james a lap dance with two strippers, and the strippers being regulus and barty
It’s messy but tell me u see the vision 🙏🏽
slightly nsfw
YES YES YES.
Can I pair this with some jirgin, please? Like the marauders want James to finally get some 'action' and to stop blushing like a virgin (which he is) every time someone makes a sexual innuendo so they decide that the strip club is the place to go.
They book two dancers and a private room for them. Barty walks in first, clothed in some sparse black leather, showing off his tattoos and piercings. Sirius is stunned because 'Moony, is that not my brother's friend?? This Crouch guy??'
Barty, of course, overhears this and starts smirking because he knows damn well who's waiting outside the door for his entry..
Sirius is absolutely STUNNED the second he catches a glimpse of the all too-familiar black hair and proceeds to STORM out of the room. Remus obviously follows while Peter feels 'kinda weird rn, sorry Prongs, I'll go take some breaths of fresh air', which leaves James alone in the room with this two gorgeous men who are the embodiment of his wet dreams. Well, let's just say that after the others come back to the room, James seems weirdly relaxed as well as tired, for some reason. The dark blush on his cheeks is also not leaving for the remainder of the night, and he WILL be back at this club, this time alone, he promises himself.
also, for everyone who enjoys this trope and wants to read a fic like that with some (a lot) more drama, go read 'chew me up, but dont spit me out' by the loveliest @microdamage
virgin James is completely helpless when it comes to Regulus "just the tip" Black.
"It's just the tip, Jamie. It doesn't count, baby. It's just to give you a taste, yeah? Just the tip."
And it is just the tip. James is lying on top of him, his head tucked into Regulus' neck and Regulus can feel tears on his shoulder but he can't even reprimand James about it because it's been so long since he's had sex and James is inside of him but won't push any further because Regulus told him not to.
virgin James thinks he and Regulus are vanilla. His mind set is, he hasn't had sex, therefore he doesn't have kinks. Regulus has to break the news to him. Yes, James, waiting for permission to come, using cock rings and not being allowed to wank is kind of kinky. No, it's not usual to cry and sob during sex. Yes, Regulus teaching you how to be a good boy for him is kinky enough as it is.
james is a visual learner, he always has been. He learned to write by watching how his teacher would move the pencil and then copy. He learned quidditch by imitating what he had seen professionals do.
It turns out, sex was no different. That's how he found himself watching Regulus finger himself open as he sat in a chair itching to help him, trying so hard not to beg, trying so hard to be good and watch.
