characters: regulus black x reader (no use of y/n)
tw: allusions to sex (read the title lol, but its never mentioned directly), and barty?
summary: not much happens, just fluff :)
word count: 833
a/n: we need more soft reg content ngl
The first rays of morning light slipped through the narrow windows of the Slytherin dormitory, casting a muted glow across the cool stone walls. Regulus lay on his side, half-propped on an elbow, his dark hair tousled from sleep. His gaze lingered on you, your body still tangled with his in the rumpled sheets. He reached out without thinking, his fingers brushing lightly across the smooth curve of your back, feeling the warmth of your skin against his.
Without thinking, he reached out, his fingers brushing lightly across the smooth curve of your back. The warmth of your skin against his sent a quiet thrill through him, and he let his hand linger, tracing the dip of your spine, the soft muscle of your shoulder. The intimacy of it settled over him like a blanket, warm and comforting. He could feel the steady rise and fall of your chest beneath his palm, the subtle rhythm of your pulse against his fingertips.
He shifted closer, his breath just a whisper against your neck as he pressed a slow kiss to the skin just below your ear, tasting the salt of sleep on your skin. The soft rustle of the blankets as he moved was the only sound in the room, and Regulus closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the closeness. He never thought he'd find a moment like this—where everything outside of this bed, this warmth, you, seemed irrelevant.
You stirred slightly, a soft hum escaping your lips as you felt his touch. Regulus smiled faintly, his hand stilling for a moment before resuming its gentle exploration. His fingers traced idle patterns along your shoulder, his touch feather-light, as though he were afraid to break the spell of the moment.
“Morning,” you murmured, your voice thick with exhaustion as you turned your head to look at him. Your eyes were half-lidded, still heavy with the remnants of dreams, but there was a softness in your gaze that made his chest tighten.
“Morning,” Regulus replied, his voice low and rough from sleep. He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a kiss that was slow and unhurried, reeking of lazy mornings and love. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet space between you.
“You’re warm,” you mumbled, shifting closer to him until there was no space left between you. Your leg hooked over his, your arm draping across his waist as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Regulus let out a quiet laugh, the sound vibrating against your skin.
“You’re the one who’s warm,” he countered, though he made no move to pull away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer. His hand found its way into your hair, his fingers gently carding through the strands as he pressed another kiss to the top of your head.
You sighed contentedly, your fingers tracing absentminded patterns on his chest. “Can we stay like this forever?” you asked, voice muffled against his skin.
Regulus hummed in agreement, though he knew it was impossible. Still, he could pretend, pretend that the world outside this room didn’t exist, that it was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, with nothing but the soft light of morning and the sound of your breathing to keep you company.
The moment was shattered by the sound of the door slamming open, followed by Barty’s loud, cheerful voice. “Rise and shine, lovebirds! We’ve got—oh.”
Regulus froze, his arms tightening around you instinctively as he turned his head to glare at Barty. You, on the other hand, buried your face in Regulus’ chest, your shoulders shaking with silent laughter.
“Out,” Regulus said flatly, his voice sharp enough to cut glass.
Barty, to his credit, looked only mildly apologetic. He raised his hands in mock surrender, a grin spreading across his face. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your… cuddle session. But seriously, we’ve got class in ten minutes. Evans is already losing his mind over the herbology test.”
Regulus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to will away the headache that was already forming. “We’’ll be there. Now get out.”
Barty saluted, still grinning, before backing out of the room and closing the door behind him. The room fell silent again, save for the sound of your muffled laughter.
“You’re laughing,” Regulus said, his tone accusatory but his lips twitching with the beginnings of a smile.
“I can’t help it,” you said, finally lifting your head to look at him. Your eyes were bright with amusement, your cheeks flushed from laughing. “God, I love your face.”
Regulus rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face. He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before reluctantly untangling himself from you. “C’mon” he mumbled, his voice softening. “We need to go.”
You grinned, pulling the blankets up around you. “Five more minutes?”
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Summary: After spending the summer hooking up with his brother's best friend, Regulus convinces himself she only wants him because she can't have Sirius. Or where Regulus masturbates with a peach but he is sad while doing so. (basically, the peach scene from call me by your name)
CW: slight angst to fluff, smut, male masturbation, oral sex (male receiving), self-dought, French!Regulus, French!Sirius, fem!reader. Let me know If I missed something.
Word count: 2.9k words
Hiii! I'm back with a Regulus one-shot. I had this in the back of my mind for a while now and I'm so glad I could write it down. I said that this fic wouldn't take me long, and it didn't because I've been writing it nonstop, but it's still the longest story I've written. With that being said I hope you enjoy it!
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The loud laughter makes his eyes roll as his mouth puffs out a breath. Sirius' voice is boisterous while joking around with his cousins Juliette, Lèon and Manon. It usually wouldn't bother him as much as it does today, but among his family, he can hear the sweet laughter that's been plaguing his mind for the entirety of the summer.
She's waist-deep in the water, squinted eyes as Sirius continues splashing water around the group. The sun shines bright, making her hair and skin look even more lively than usual. He should join them; the heat is almost unbearable even as he sits under the shadow of a big tree, pretending to read his worn-out copy of Moby Dick. He should be in the water enjoying his summer, but he can't, not when she's there, looking even more beautiful than he remembers ever seeing her. She's wearing a flowery bikini, her skin looking darker thanks to the sun.
When this summer started, Regulus never thought he would be in a situation like this; when Sirius told him he had invited a friend to spend the holiday with them at their summer manor in the South of France, he never thought he would end up falling for her. She was the loveliest from the moment she entered their house, even making his usually stern parents smile and comment about how Sirius had finally found a friend worth their time. It was hard not loving her sweet voice and laughter, the smell of her hair while she flung it over her shoulder, talking animatedly with his cousin Juliette, easy to make friends when they arrived at the holiday manor. He never thought he would have a chance with a woman so bright she could face the sun and still shine more, not him, not his gloomy face and grey eyes. But he was wrong about that again, and only a week into the summer, Regulus found himself kissing the woman of his dreams.
They had been drinking outside, near the lake, where they were swimming now. Regulus had gotten up to find more drinks when she, always the enthusiastic helper, offered to help him carry them back. Unsure how it happened, they were kissing in the wine cellar. Her body pushed against a wall, her legs around his waist, her finger tangled in his hair. Regulus thought it had all been a dream when he woke up with a killer headache. It became clear it wasn't when she tentatively pressed a hand to his back and gave him a knowing smile during breakfast, the kind that holds a secret only they share.
The next few weeks were spent sneaking around, tasting each other and enjoying furtive glances and touches. That was until Regulus decided she couldn't like a guy like him, not when she had Sirius around, the extrovert, the funny and witty brother. Why would she choose him over Sirius when he was everything his brother wasn't? Introverted, quiet, nose always stuck in a book, never able to defend himself or speak his mind, always afraid about what he could do wrong. That's why he has spent the last week making up excuses, looking the other way when her eyes tried to find his.
Giving up on distracting himself with his book, he closes it and gets up. Quick steps guide him inside the kitchen where house elves are busy prepping for dinner; out of the corner of his eye, he sees a basket full of ripe peaches and quickly grabs two, taking them upstairs to his room.
Tossing the book on his bed, he grabs the bottom of his flowy linen shirt and places a peach on his nightstand. He takes it off, allowing the cloth to fall to the floor. He lays down and starts taking the pit out of the peach in his hand. The sweet juice runs down his fingers all the way to his wrist; he manages to lick them up before the dops reach the bedding. Regulus grabs his book once more and becomes determined to get the girl out of his mind. He opens it on the marked page and aggressively chomps down on the peach.
After rereading the same line over ten times and finishing his peach, he accepts defeat. Closing the book, he places it on his nightstand and lays back, looking at the ceiling like it is about to give him the answer to stop his despair. He thought he had a chance, he really did, but that was just plain wishful thinking. He had seen himself as lucky all those times she had allowed him a taste of her lips or allowed him in her bed. But of course, it was just a distraction for her, so she wouldn't have to face Sirius' escapees alone. He knew it was all too good to be true. His brother was always the desired; he was the oldest, the more handsome, the charismatic and witty. He was still the same brother that had invited her and then left her alone with his family to meet his multiple summer affairs, leaving her to try and console herself with always-number-two Regulus.
He blames himself for even thinking that her touches were ever directed at him. Even if they were on his skin, he knows that in her mind there was only one man, and it wasn't him. All her kisses, caresses, moans and whispers weren't for him.
Groaning, Regulus looks down at the tent that formed in his summer shorts. Which had been happening a lot more often; whenever he remembers her and their endeavours. His hand had started failing him as well, no longer giving him enough pleasure. But after feeling how soft, wet and warm her cunt was all summer, it isn't a surprise. Another sight leaves his lips when he reaches for the forgotten peach by his bedside. Closing his eyes, he rolls the peach between his fingers. The soft skin reminds him of her, extra soft, after applying sunscreen all summer.
Regulus opens his eyes slightly, focusing his sight on the peach in his hands. His index finger starts gently caressing where the stem used to be, softly feeling the curves of the fruit. His breathing becomes slightly ragged as his thoughts continue to flow. No, he can't do that; it would be weird. Shaking his head, he stabs the top of the peach with his thumb, juices falling all over his chest and abdomen. He is quick to gather them with his fingers and lick them clean. He finally gets the pit out and sucks on it, getting as much of the flesh as he can, then he rolls it between his fingers and chucks it across the room, still upset at his thoughts.
Regulus hitches himself higher up, allowing his back to rest on the pillows. Tentatively, he brings the peach into his mouth, sucking the flesh exposed in the hole he left after taking the pit out. He nibbles and lets his tongue roam around the hole, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, only one thing on his mind. He can't help but compare her to the fruit, sweet and soft, juices wetting his lips and face as he explores it with his mouth.
He opens his eyes, knowing that he has lost the battle with his thoughts. Regulus lets one of his hands tread slowly down his body to the button of his shorts; his other brings the fruit into his underwear. Regulus bites back a moan, letting air out his nose, and pushes into the hole. He lets his eyes close again, feeling the sensations; how wet it is, how if he squishes it just a little bit, it feels like her cunt fluttering around him. Her face is clear behind his closed lids, mouth slightly open with pleasure, no noises coming out of her with how much he was making her feel. It doesn't take much more than that image to release, his semen filling the fruit in his hand.
Disgusted with his actions, he quickly places the peach on his nightstand. He casts a quick glance as his cum drips in a long, slow drop down one side and turns his back to it, ready to forget about what he has done.
Hours later, the bright sun is much duller coming in through the window. Soft steps pad through his bedroom floor until they reach the edge of his bed. A smile touches her lips as she watches Regulus lie asleep on his sheets, slack jaw, eyelashes fluttering as he dreams. She sits on the mattress, careful not to wake him up and laces her finger to his soft curls. She bends over, letting her lips place kisses all over Regulus' naked chest.
His eyes flutter open, dazed, as he watches her kiss down his abdomen, all the way to his unbuttoned shorts. Her hand reaches down, pulling his semi-hard dick out and placing it in her mouth. He sighs and looks as her face scrunches up in shock.
"What did you do?"
That is enough to fully wake him up, realising this is not a dream and she is currently inside his room sucking him off.
"Nothing." His all-too-fast answer is enough to make her look around his room, not taking long to find the peach on his nightstand.
"Oh, wow..." she says as she reaches over him for the fruit.
"Stop." Regulus sits up and tries to get it out of her grasp.
"What? No, this is very interesting." A grin takes over her face as she chuckles.
"It's nasty."
"Yes, it is." Her smile grows. She sticks her tongue out, trying to get the drop that fell off the side.
"Stop, don't do that." Regulus tries to take the fruit away again, but she quickly avoids his hand. "Seriously, stop." His hand misses hers a third time, and she tries to lick his cum off the peach again. "Just stop, please." A sob escapes his body suddenly, tears start streaming down his face.
"Reggie, what...?" Her words get lost as he bends over her, hiding his face on her lap. "What's wrong?" Her fingers tangle on his hair again, helping her concerned voice.
"I'm sorry, I'm..." He raises his head and wipes furiously at his eyes. "I'm sorry."
"No, no, I'm sorry." She lets the peach down on his other nightstand, the closest to her. "I didn't mean to upset you. I was only joking." Her concerned eyes look for his.
"I know. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cry." His eyes refuse to meet hers.
"Reggie, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, don't worry." He sniffs and tries to get up. She grabs his wrist, making him look at her, a surprised expression on his face.
"Something is clearly wrong. Talk to me." Her gentle voice makes tears prick his eyes again. He lays back down, letting his arm cover his eyes so she cannot see them.
"I just,... I don't know." She lays down, placing her head on his shoulder, humming, letting him know he can continue. "I..., why are we doing this?"
"Doing what?"
"Kissing, making out, having sex." His arm falls down, and he stares at his ceiling once again, refusing to look at the woman on his shoulder whose eyes are boring into his face.
"You don't like it?" She whispers, voice unsure.
"I do, but do you?"
"Of course I do. I wouldn't do it if I didn't." That makes him turn his face to her.
"Do you just like the sex?" The commissures of his lips go down, threatening new tears. "Because I'm sure you can find sex somewhere else."
"What?" Her eyes search into his, hoping they will give her an answer.
"If what you enjoy is the sex, I'm sure you can find someone that is not your crush's little brother to give it to you." His voice turns slightly venomous at his words. He can't believe she is making him spell it out for her. He had enough humiliation as it is; allowing her in, thinking that he was enough for her, only to realize Sirius was the one she wanted and couldn't have.
"Wait, wow, wow, wow." She sits up, her arms moving defensively in front of her. "What are you talking about?"
His brow furrows, and he sits up on the bed as well. "You have a crush on Sirius."
"Ew, what the fuck?" She makes a disgusted expression. "Who the fuck told you that?"
"I, hm... no one?"
"Why do you think I like Sirius?"
"Because... everyone does." He looks as confused as her, not understanding her disgust and shock at the revelation.
"Who the fuck is everyone? Reggie, why would I have sex with you if I wanted Sirius?" Her frown deepens.
His mouth relaxes open, confused sound spill out while his eyes look around the room, trying to find an answer. She doesn't...? But all those looks she sent Sirius' way, they coy smiles and jokes between them. They had to be more, hadn't they? "I..., you're not having sex with me because Sirius isn't interested?"
Her mouth gapes open. "What? No." The disgust returns to her features. "I mean, I love your brother, he's one of my best friends, but he is the sluttiest man on Earth. I'd only have to ask him, and he'd be dropping his pants in a second."
Unsure eyes look at her.
"Reggie," She says softly, her hands cupping his cheeks. "I like you, not just the sex, not just the kisses. You. I like you." His eyes shine with tears as he looks at her, looking for a hint of a lie.
"I just came inside a peach." Is all he can muster out after a moment of silence. Her laughter erupts in his ears.
"Yeah, you did." She finally says in between giggles. "It was sexy." More laughter leaves her, and he smiles, unable to stop himself from how happy she sounds.
"It was?"
"Yeah," She finally breathes. "It made you taste sweet." Her fingers dance on his thigh, making their way up his stomach. She caresses where the juices from the peach fell, where she had been kissing him moments ago.
"Oh..."
"Oh indeed." She looks at him with a rueful smile. "I didn't mean to make you cry."
"I know." His hand grabs her, stopping her caresses, and he brings it to his mouth, placing a kiss on her palm.
"You know, normally, when someone confesses their feeling for you is polite to let them know if you feel the same way or not." She says, her voice tentative.
His eyes widen, and he looks up at her, her hand still over his lips. "I like you, yes, of course, I do." His rushed words make her smile. "I'm sorry, I'm not good at feelings."
Her other hand reaches his cheek. "It's okay. We'll learn; together. I just need you to talk to me, please." His hand cups the one on his cheek. "I knew something was weird this past week, but you didn't talk to me."
"I know. I'm sorry. I tend to get in my head and not talk with people when I think something is wrong."
"Just promise you'll talk to me next time, no matter what it is." Her sad eyes are all he needs to kiss her.
"I promise." He breathes once they break apart. His hands make their way from her cheeks to her waist. "I'm sorry." Is all he whispers while he lays her down, their lips locked.
"Reggie." She breaks the kiss as her head hits the mattress. "I'd love to, but I came up here to tell you dinner is ready, and you need to come down." His forehead touches hers.
"You were the one that started blowing me."
"Oops?" His stern eyes look into hers, making her giggle. "We can do whatever you want after dinner, I promise."
"You'll finish what you started?"
"Only if you do the peach thing again." He groans, his head going back and then falling on her shoulder.
"You're never going to let me forget that, are you?"
"Nope." She over-exaggerates the pop sound and softly pushes him off her. "Come on, put your shirt on. I don't want your parents sending anyone to check on us."
Reaching the bottom of the stairs and walking past the archway, they walk into the dining room, where everyone is waiting for them.
"Look who finally decided to join us." Leon's words are accentuated by his french accent.
"Sorry." Regulus quickly apologises, sitting down on one of the free chairs. He reaches for his glass of water as a house elve starts pilling food on his plate.
"Is everything okay?" Orion asks as he sips his wine.
"Yeah, you guys took so long to come downstairs." Sirius pipes up.
"All is peachy." Her cheery voice makes Regulus choke on his sip of water. Eyes look at him as he tries not to cough out a lung. "He fell asleep, took me a bit to get him up."
"Oh, you're still cranky when you wake up, Reg." Manon's teasing voice says.
"Yes, I guess." His cheeks are red as he prays nobody has realized the actual situation. Regulus' eyes have a glint in them, one that she recognises. She grins at him, fully knowing she's in for a lot tonight.
“Regulus,” you called softly, stepping into the dim bedroom.
The curtains were drawn and Regulus showed little sign of life. The poetry spread over the desk was left untouched, novels resting on surfaces, unopened.
You weren’t sure when he’d last gotten out of bed. He laid there, staring off into space, taking shallow breaths. Dark eyes glanced at you when you stepped into his line of sight, but he didn’t move from the dingy bedsheets.
“Baby, you’ve got to get up,” you said softly, sitting down on the edge and smoothing your hands over his arms.
The devastation of being abandoned by Sirius consumed the boy, the weight of his family’s sins crashing down on his shoulders.
His sweet face turned into the pillow, a deep sigh making his back shudder under your touch. Your heart ached at his pain, hating to see him hurt so much.
“Please. You need to clean up. I’ll help you,” you gently pulled him up.
He didn’t protest much, letting you drag him from the bed. You yanked the sheets off before leading him to the bathroom, filling the large tub.
“I’m sorry.” His voice was raspy as he spoke.
“Nothing to be sorry for,” you promised, sitting on the edge of the massive tub as he crawled in.
Your hands rubbed down his soft skin with soap, the scent of vanilla blooming from your touch. You washed away days of devastation, kissing his now-clean shoulders.
Regulus’ chest moved with shallow breaths under your hands, his heartbeat seeming almost unsteady. You slowly coaxed him to lean back, dipping his head of thick curls into the water.
His dark lashes fluttered as your fingers massaged his scalp, working shampoo through the tresses. A pleased moan left his full lips, adoring your gentle doting.
You leaned down and pressed your lips to his forehead and cheeks, dotting soft kisses on his skin.
“When was the last time you ate?” You asked, rinsing out his hair, being careful not to get any soap in his eyes.
You squeezed expensive conditioner onto your hands before combing it through his hair, waiting for Regulus to speak.
“Yesterday morning, maybe. The day before?” He couldn’t remember. It had all run together.
“Please eat for me, after this,” you urged softly, worrying over him.
“I will, promise.”
After you rinsed his hair completely, you tied it up with a band, kissing his cheek. He stepped out of the water and dried off, wrapping himself in the fuzzy towel you’d warmed. You gently wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging your sweet boyfriend. Regulus melted against you, easing some of your fears.
You changed his bedding into fresh sheets, being careful to fold all the corners and drape the blankets how he preferred them. Your hands smoothed the velvet duvet, even the clean linens smelling like him.
He stood in loose pajamas, leaning against the bedpost while a kettle boiled for tea. You set a tray of food down on the bed, softly urging him to eat something.
“Have a snack then I can do your hair?” You offered, earning a nod in response.
He sat down on the floor in front of you, eating some of the food as he moved between your legs, feeling safer caged in by your body.
Your careful hands dragged a comb through wet curls until every tangle was gone. His eyes had closed by them, and you got to work braiding the hair against his head, securing it so he could sleep without it tickling his face. He looked pretty like that, smelling sweet and appearing nearly innocent as he quietly ate a pumpkin pastry.
You kissed the crown of his head, and he tilted his head back to kiss your lips softly.
“I love you,” he whispered hoarsely.
“I love you more,” you hummed, stroking his cheek gently.
Hello beautiful people!! I want to thank everyone that has liked, reblogged and followed, it really means a lot and it makes me super happy.
Now, I have a few requests in the works cough - more dominant Remus- cough and maybe also jealous Remus hihi. But I've been obsessing about writing a one-shot with Regulus (maybe inspired by call me by your name) (might include french!regulus and sirius) (And might also include the peach scene iykyk)
I'll get working on the request as soon as a finish this wip which shouldn't take long (i have around 700 words and I'm not planning on it being too long)
Anyways thank you again for the support! Love you <3
