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Touch Me Pt.2 || Regulus A. Black

Summary: Much like always, you couldn’t keep your mind off of Regulus. What happens when you need a friend to lend a helping hand?

Set during the Marauders Era!

Warnings: Smut, Sexual Content, Innocent!Reader, Innocent!Regulus, Best friends to Lovers? kind of, Virgin!Reader, Virgin!Regulus

Rosier!Reader

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Hogwarts was eerie after a certain hour in the night. Ghosts, talking portraits, the wailing of the giant squid and the darkness of the Black Lake were all examples of what may be terrifying. But the students learned to live alongside these things amongst others.

But sometimes it wasn’t scary.

After midnight, the common rooms were empty, parties were raging in the Room of Requirement and the prefects went back to their rooms. Midnight was a dangerous time at Hogwarts, if you happened to be awake that is. Which you appeared to be.

Sleepless nights had been troubling you for the past few days, in fact, they had been troubling you ever since your best friend since birth had opened your eyes to a whole world of possibilities. Regulus had been plaguing your mind ever since he’d ripped your underwear off and toyed with you in a way that you didn’t imagine was possible. You couldn’t stop thinking of him.

Of course, you’d tried going to sleep, but you dreamt of him. You tried distracting yourself, but you thought of him. You tried simulating his touch, but it never came close to how he’d done it. It was hopeless.

You lay awake in bed, staring up at the closed curtains around your bed, trying to block out the snores of your roommates and the need nagging at your brain, the twinge between your thighs. You imagined what it would feel like to have him touch you again, whether or not he would even consider it. He seemed to like it the last time, judging by the stiff bulge in his trousers that pressed against your back. You may have been inexperienced, but you knew the possibility of him enjoying it as much as you did wasn’t impossible.

You were stuck. Would you get out of bed to find Regulus and ask him nicely to touch you how you’d like, or force yourself to sleep and do the exact same thing the next night?

You ripped the covers from over you, swinging your legs over the bed and weaving through the gaps in the curtains. It took you seconds to reach the door, but not before checking to ensure that nobody was awake. When it was clear that they weren’t, you slipped through the doorway.

Regulus’ dorm was easy to find, you often went there since he shared with your brother and you could see them both. You knew that Evan and Regulus were close, but you never saw the harm in reminding Evan that Reggie was yours and not his. You were awfully possessive like that.

Not a sound signified your entrance into his bedroom, your feet silent as you padded over to his bed.

The curtains were drawn around the four poster bed, and through the tiniest crack between the fabric, you could see Regulus sprawled across his bed, soft, pink lips slightly ajar as he breathed gently in the darkness of the dorm. He wore a grey shirt, which had ridden up to expose a slight sliver of pale skin between his belly and his groin and the duvet was tangled somewhere between his legs and left his torso on display.

You tried your best not to make too much noise as you knelt on his bed beside his sleeping figure. You cast a quick Muffiliato charm on the curtains around his bed, ensuring that nobody outside of the area could hear you talking to Regulus, because that would be a nightmare to explain, especially to your brother who would wonder why you were in his best friends bed in the middle of the night.

“Reggie!” You whispered, your words pouring invisible in the darkness. Your palm spread flat against his shoulder as you nudged him softly until his head turned on his pillow and he roused from his sleepy state. His grey eyes squinted in the darkness to decipher your face, and when they did, they widened ever so slightly.

“Dove?” He asked, glancing around him as though he wasn’t sure where he had fallen asleep, and wondering why you were there too. “What are you doing here? What time is it?”

You looked down at your fingers guiltily. “It’s past midnight, I’m sorry.” You admitted and he nodded understandingly.

“It’s okay. What’s wrong?” He watched you intently as you sunk down into the space beside him. His bed always seemed to be more comfortable than your own, but maybe that was just the knowledge that he slept there that made you feel more relaxed. Regulus had always had a strangely calming effect on you.

You nuzzled your face into his pillow and he turned on his side to face you, your noses now inches apart. “I wanted to see you.” It was half of the truth, you had wanted to see him, but for a reason which you couldn’t reveal to him just then.

He didn’t say anything else, but he smiled to himself bashfully, like he always had when you said something too sickly sweet to him. It only reminded you that this was your best friend, a boy you’d grown up with, been through everything with, and that only made you adore him more. There was a reason that he was so special to you, but it seemed as though that reason was becoming more and more apparent as of recently.

It was because Regulus was Regulus. The sweetest boy you’d ever met in your life, the smartest, the most handsome and brave you’d ever seen. And it was all yours.

Not once had Regulus ever shown interest to anyone but you, nobody had seen him like you did. Because with you, he had the courage to be who he was. Between lingering touches and sweet smiles, you felt yourself grow into a trance, a trance larger and larger every time it happened over the many years you’d known each other. Your friends had constantly told you that it was love that made you feel the way you did, but you’d always brushed it off. As much as you cared for Regulus, you were always unsure about where your friendship cut off, whether he loved you or if he wanted anything more, so you told yourself it was better not to think about it.

But as he smiled, a pink tinge across his nose bridge and a twinkle in his sleepy eyes, you became more sure that maybe Regulus felt the way you did. Curious as to what you could become, curious of why you felt the way you did, wanting to try, just try to catch a glimpse of something more.

Perhaps that was why you leant forward in his bed that night and planted your lips on his. The first kiss you’d ever shared.

Your stomach sank when you felt him tense, his lips never moving from how they rested, not even when you pulled away. It was a short kiss, much shorter than you’d like, but it told you all that you needed to know, as did his wide eyes and agape mouth.

But suddenly, there it was. He pursed his lips, whether he was wetting them or tasting them you had no idea, but the gorgeous grey eyes you’d always loved flickered down to your own lips with a spark that you’d never witnessed before. Then he kissed you.

The air grew hot between you as you shared the very same breaths and lived in the same space. You felt one of his large palms spread over the small of your back, pulling you snug to his chest. Your hands began to explore the expanse of his upper body, one coming to settle in his gorgeous, dark locks, the other roaming his chest. There was an odd feeling about the moment, it may have been more intimate than any you’d shared before, even that day when Regulus had teased the pleasure growing between your legs and whined into the juncture of your neck. It was sweet, with an air of desperation.

Your lips parted with a satisfying sound and once again, Regulus smiled, the ghost of his damp lips on your own.

“Is that what you came here for?” Regulus asked you, and you had half a mind to say no, to tell him about your affections and dreams, but you came for a reason, and the honest truth could wait.

You laughed breathlessly at his question. “You’ve been driving me mad.” You confessed, your fingernails lightly scraping the roots of his soft hair. He let out a pleasant sigh, one you’d probably miss if it didn’t settle against your skin.

“Well, I don’t like the sound of that, Dove.” He whispered into the silence before planting his lips onto your own in another passionate affair.

The weight of his slender body pressed more and more into you as his body turned to half cover your own. He hovered over you, careful not to lean on your halo of hair surrounding his pillows. He kissed you deeply, as though he’d needed to for all of his life. And if there was any hint of him feeling the same way that you did, then you would guess that he had wanted this for as long as you had.

The delicious smell of him, freshly washed and sleep bitten, surrounded you completely, creating a warmth inside of you. Just knowing that it was Reggie kissing and touching you made you want to melt.

“Reggie.” You say, and he replies almost instantly after he had finished kissing you.

“Yes?” His voice was husky, partially from being roused from his peaceful sleep, though mostly because of a blooming arousal inside of him. He knew it was shameful to be so ready for you so quickly, but he’d never experienced anything like what’d just happened before.

“I’ve been dreaming of you.” You confessed, and his half-drawn, lidded eyes widened ever so slightly at your words, as thought you’d told him your nastiest secret or sworn an oath. “Of what you did to me.”

Your words hung heavy between you, heavier than the heaving of Regulus’ chest against your own. His mouth opened wider, gasping a silent breath into his lungs. His face couldn’t paint a picture of pleasure better than it just had, it was as though you’d just ordered him to cum in his pants. You’d ensnared him, body and soul, he knew that he was at your beck and call, just as you knew it too. You could say the word and he’d please you all over again, and nearly all of him was begging for you to make him.

No words could exit his mouth, his lips wide against yours, ready to drink up your filthy ramblings. You took it as your sign to carry on.

“I tried to imagine that you were there, behind me again, touching me, toying with me, but it just wasn’t the same. I need you. I need you to touch me, Reggie. I want you so badly.” You whined.

Regulus didn’t know what to do but to nod, his curls brushing against your forehead as he did so. He couldn’t speak, it was as though you’d reached inside of him and ripped his voice box out. He swallowed a wad of cottony saliva, his adam’s apple bobbing as he did so.

“Would you touch me again? Please.” You asked him kindly, gazing up at his face as he screwed his eyes shut, eyebrows pinching upwards as though you were torturing him. You ran a comforting hand down his shoulder blades as he caught his breath.

“Oh, yes.” He sighed, head dropping to your chest in a weak manner, it was almost a sign of submissiveness. And, oh, how you adored how he was wrapped around your little finger.

He planted a singular, searing kiss on your exposed sternum, your tank top showing only the tops of your fleshy breasts. You cradled his head gently towards you, encouraging his gentle touch.

“I think about you every day, when I wake up, before I go to sleep.” He tells you between tiny, peppered kisses to your body. “I want to breathe you in. I can’t cope without you.” He speaks into the crook of your elbow and kisses up your forearm until his lips meet the middle of your palm.

He sits back on his haunches, fingered looped into yours, kissing your hand as you watch him intently. It takes a second for him to work up the courage to meet your eyes, but he does, his blinking falters ever so slightly, the tiniest sign of him relishing in your attention.

Your curious eyes, drop to his crotch, where his boxers are tented and damp. You weren’t entirely understanding of what was going on in Regulus’ body, but you wanted to know.

“What’s happening?” You ask, a stupid question, you knew that, but you wanted him to confirm what he was feeling.

He let out a breath, “You do this to me.” He tells you before bringing your smaller hand down his body, trailing over the fabric of his t-shirt until he planted it firmly over the hard bulge. You couldn’t help but gasp at the feeling. “Are you still curious? Like you said you were.”

“Yes.” You barely took any time to respond, sure of anything that he could possibly want from you.

His hand encouraged you to press down onto where you could only guess his dick was. He preened at the contact, guiding you to rub over his fabric covered groin gently, but fully enough to give him pleasure. His head dropped back ever so slightly, as though he’d gone faint from the touch. You couldn’t blame him though, if it felt anything like what he’d done to you, you’d understand.

While his left hand covered your own, his right was free, so you quickly took it to your own crotch, and allowed him to rest his palm over your core.

Once he got the hint, his thumb began to press into the places where you’d once tried to please to no avail. As though it was effortless, he began to make white hot pleasure in the friction of his fingers against your throbbing pussy.

“Ever since I first touched you,” He began, eyes zeroed in on his hand working over your body. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it, about what you said.”

In the haze of pleasure, you didn’t understand a word of what he was saying and had forgotten about what you’d said to him, Merlin, you wouldn’t be surprised if you’d forgotten that you could even speak.

“What did I say?” You slurred out, and Regulus gave you an amused look.

“You told me it was just touching.” He gasped when your hand massaged over a particular area of his groin, the sound sending tingles over you entirely.

“Yeah?” You replied. “You’ve been thinking about that?”

He made a sound at the back of his throat as he nodded feverishly as his hold on your hand disappeared, allowing you to continue touching at your own whim. His fingers still clasped your wrist, but still allowed you to put nice pressure in the place that he needed it most.

“How come?” You asked when he didn’t seem to want to elaborate.

He sighed, but this time more vocally, more like a drawn out moan. “Oh-! What if we did more than touching?” He panted, his pleasure seeming to increase as you focused on that specific area on him that he seemed to enjoy so much.

“More than touching? Regulus Black, you devilish man.” You teased, getting a thrill from seeing him so pleased. The warm, sweet feeling began to rise within you, the very thing you’d been chasing for so long. You felt as though you could cry from relief that Regulus was finally touching you.

He seemed to pay no mind to your joking comment, instead, he began to tense, his legs spreading beautifully.

“Oh!” He cried out into the darkness of the room, forcing his hips into your hand more as the seconds went by. You could tell that he was beginning to feel that addictive feeling like you were, and by no means did you want to stop that, but you were so curious about his offer.

“And what would we do if we weren’t touching?” You ask, feeling your stomach tighten up as his fingers continued their set pace.

He breathed out harshly, like a wild animal out for the kill, chasing that high that was so close and in reach. “W-we could use our mouths.” He tells you gently, but distractedly as he began to hunch over and his muscles began to twitch.

By the way he was panting and how he began to draw into himself, you knew this was it for him, you were making him feel good somehow. But something tempted you so evilly to draw away from him, to not allow him that well-earned pleasure just yet. To give it to him in all of the ways he wanted. It just seemed unfair to repay him for what he’d given you by pleasing him without even really touching him.

Just at the last second, your hand pulled away from his boxers, and he let you go with a tortured groan. His strong grey eyes looked at you, almost angrily and his hand pulled from you mere seconds after you him. Before he could stutter out a question, you pushed yourself up into a sitting position.

“And how do we use our mouths?” You ask him sensually, forehead nearly touching his.

He hummed, his hammering heartbeat calming from the denial of his climax, but not enough for it to be considered normal. “I can- I can please you with my mouth.” He told you, still slightly distracted by the feeling in his boxers.

You couldn’t help but feel eager at the idea. “How?”

His mouth hung open again, as he searched for an answer in his foggy brain. “I’m not fully sure, but we can try it. Just like last time.” He offered.

“And what about this?” You ask quietly, fingers tracing over the large lump in his boxers.

“I-I can take care of it.” He said, brows furrowed as he shook his head. The last thing he wanted was to taint your innocent mind any further and reap his pleasure from your inexperience. It should be your future husband’s privilege of receiving that attention from you.

You frowned. “But I’m curious. And it’s not like I haven’t seen it before. We used to run around naked all time time when-“

“Okay! Okay!” He cut you off, a deep scarlet fainting his face now, half from you touching him and half from embarrassment.

You snorted at his bashfulness still. “Don’t be shy, Reggie. All I’m saying is that there’s nothing to be so bashful about.” You tell him, leaning in to kiss over the apple of his cheek sweetly before your words travelled to his ear. “I want to see all of you. Especially if you’re as beautiful there as you are everywhere else.”

At that you could hear him swallow again. “Merlin, you’re filthy.” He joked, though it came out surprisingly weak.

“Let me take care of you too.” Your hand drew up to the waistband of his underwear slowly, as to give him the opportunity to stop you if he wished. But all he did was let out a little breath, and pushed himself closer to you in encouragement. Your fingertips slid into the elasticated band, drawing it away from his skin and allowing it to flick back onto his pale skin.

You looked him in the eye then, and leaned in for a kiss. It was small and chaste, not at all sexual, just sweet and gentle and loving. It was all that you wanted to show him.

You didn’t know if he felt it like you did, but he began to undress promptly, clutching his t-shirt and bringing it over his head. He dropped the garment at the very end of his bed, ignoring it for the time being and his hands instinctively fell to the waistband of his underwear.

You watch eagerly as his fingers thread clumsily into the fabric, something you’d expect to be out of character about prim and perfect Regulus, but it was charming in its way. It had taken you some time to understand Regulus, but you knew him, you knew that his attitude isn’t snobbishness, but unbearable shyness. To you, it made sense that your Reggie was becoming shy again, though he had no reason to be.

He slipped his underwear down his milky thighs, discarding those in the same place as his t-shirt, now sat on his bed, completely and undeniably exposed to you.

His skin was cast a silvery shade in the dark, but his cock was flushed pink and pretty like his cheeks. That was when you knew you were right, he was beautiful all over. A tiny trail of hairs lead from his belly button down to the base of his dick, where he had short, dark curls, much like the hair on his own head. You didn’t mean to stare, only observe the part of him you’d never really seen properly apart from when he was young and cherubic. This was different now, Regulus was a man, and a rather grown one at that.

He seemed to notice your focus and used his hand to cover up, preserving his modesty as best as he could. You tried not to burn too brightly and conserve your wonderment at the sight of him, but you couldn’t help but smile widely and innocently.

You placed your hand over his, an urging to show himself to you again. “There’s no need to get shy now, Reggie.” You whisper to him, face close to his as you looked over his entire body.

He huffs out a laugh, taking a second to remove his hand from his groin, allowing your greedy eyes to drink all of him in. Your mouth hung ajar as you took everything in, a faint smile on you still. You look up to his eyes quickly.

“Can I touch?” You asked, wasting no time. Upon hearing this, Regulus’ eyes widened and his mouth dropped before he nodded curtly.

The second that your fingertip traced the underside of his cock, he let out a breath, more so as your index finger traced his tip. You payed notice to the area that seemed sensitive and slid your hand over him. His breathing was heavy, albeit more steady than before, but still wild and carefree. You could sense that he was watching your every move, so you ask him what needed to be asked.

“And how do I use my mouth on you?”

Regulus looked up at you like the crack of a whip. “W-What?” He asked you softly, not an inch of protest in his tone, only confusion.

You look at him dumbly. “You said that I can make you feel good with my mouth. I thought you’d at least tell me how.” You teased him.

“Oh- Well, you just…” He trailed off, looking down intently at your lips. He titled his head, “…Suck.”

You raised your brows. “Suck?”

He nodded slightly, seeming to second guess himself. “You can suck, or- or lick.” He sighed as you grasped him in your hand fully now.

You hummed thoughtfully, looking down at his now weeping dick. With hardly a seconds warning you slip down onto your front, face only a breath away from his groin. Regulus’ breath hitched as you lay between his legs, plump lips millimetres away from where he needed you to be.

Hesitantly, with the caution of a meek mouse, the tip of your tongue trailed his dick from base to head. You weren’t even sure he could feel the slight touch of your tongue, and he gave no sounds to indicate that he could, just the tightening of his fists in the sheets beside him.

In a second, you took his pinkish head between your lips, suckling at the salty moisture gathered from his tiny slit. Your tongue drew circles around him inside your mouth, that was when he released a deep sigh, his voice softly calling out during it like a soft moan in the night. It took a lot for you to not grin around his cock at the satisfaction of making him feel good, but you managed to keep your composure and take your mouth off of him with a wet sound that made your cheeks red.

“That’s it.” Regulus encouraged you from above you, gathering your hair in his hands so that it wouldn’t be in your face. The thoughtful gesture had your heart soaring, and your mouth eager to please.

His dick was large, far larger than you expected, but you had to take all of him, even if it meant that he was in your throat. You didn’t care. Your mouth was back on his tip in a second, tongue placing pressure on the underside of it as you slid him further and further down your throat until your nose has reached the base of his cock, his soft curls tickling at you. He let out another sound, one louder than before and his hand came to rest on your head, thumb stroking over your hair soothingly.

You sucked him harshly as you drew back up to his head, causing him to let out an obscene, guttural sound from the back of his throat. His thighs twitched ever so slightly against the bed, causing a slight creak in the frame, but not loud at all.

You repeated your past action again, taking him all the way to the back of your throat and sucking him hard all the way up to the tip. His abdomen clenched and he whined as you continued, now faster than before.

“Oh. Here.” He heaved, taking your hand and gently getting you to hold his balls. At the contact, he clenched up all over again as you kept sucking him. You held him in your hand firmly, giving him small amounts of pressure on his balls as he guided you to touch them harder. His other hand encouraged your head to move faster as he moaned and whined, mouth hung open and brows pulled up into frown.

The sound of your wet mouth on his cock echoed in the bed which was thankfully under the Muffiliato charm, and created a chorus of desperate sounds from Regulus. He seized up slightly, encouraging you faster with loud gasps and a fatally beating heart.

“Dove! Oh Merlin, don’t stop. I’m so close.” He cried, shivering harshly at the feelings you were giving him. “Oh!”

With the final cry from him, warmth flooded your mouth as he finished into it. His whole body shook and his eyes rolled into the back of his skull it seemed. You sucked up every last bit of his cum, swallowing it down as he came down from his high, still twitching hard.

You pulled off of his throbbing cock and looked up to him with a smile. It didn’t seem as though he was aware of it as his mouth hung open and his chin was at his chest, eyes screwed shut.

“Reggie?” You called him softly, sitting up so that you were at eye level with him.

“Mm?” He hummed in response, breathing still ragged and eyes still shut.

You tried not to laugh at him, bringing your hand up to his now messier hair as smoothing it off of his eyebrows. You planted a soft kiss where the hair had been, just above his brow bone and tilted your head to look at him. Upon feeling your kiss, he seemingly came back to life, turning his head to you, eyes ajar, begging for you to kiss him properly.

You granted him what he wanted, planting a soft kiss on his lips. Regulus sighed at the feeling of your lips and the taste of himself on them, deepening the kiss.

“Oh, you were so good, Dove.” He praised airily, between stealing deep kisses from your swollen lips. He couldn’t get enough of you.

His large palm slid gently down your body, running a delicate line over your side until he had a slight grip on your hip. His thumb massaged your hipbone and he continued kissing you sensually, slight flicks of his tongue against your bottom lip creating a burn in your body. Whatever Sirius had told him about intimacy had seemed to leave him with great ideas, and you couldn’t be more grateful that you were the one he was gaining experience from.

His deft fingers drew straight to your pussy from there, feeling you over the material border between you. You sighed into his mouth and his own engulfed you in that hot, searing kiss. His talented fingers pressed harder on you then, causing you to throb in a weak manner.

“Reggie, please…” You whispered, full of need, only wishing for him to bestow upon you the same treatment you had given to him just moments before. He made a heavenly noise as he heard your plea, taking it as a sign to finally tug at the waistband of your sleep shorts and aid you in slipping them off, leaving you in your tank top and a pair of little blue panties.

Regulus wet his lips at the sight of you, your exposed legs and your hardened nipples through your thin tank top. He wasted no time in slipping his hand beneath the fabric of your underwear, middle finger going straight to your pussy, wetting his finger in the mess you’d created, smearing it around your most sensitive parts. You breathed out shakily as he rubbed you so nicely, just like he had. This time, he used his free hand to slip your tank top down around your breast so that he could place dangerously long kisses over your chest and nipples.

You whined his name out, only encouraging his hand to move faster and faster and you writhed under his touch. His hot breath fanned over your chest as his tongue played with your sensitive tits, pushed to them as your hand gently grabbed a fistful of his curls to keep him flush against your breasts. In the midst of suckling at your skin, he asked you, “Do you want me to make you feel even better?”

It was as though he had just asked you to marry him judging by how fast you told him ‘yes’. His gorgeous grey eyes peered up at you through his now wild hair as he placed teasingly slow kisses and licks down your torso, once he had moved your tank top up to your ribs, right until he reached the top of your underwear, where he began to slide the garment down your tense thighs and down over your calves until they were discarded like the rest of his own clothes. His mouth never stopped its lustful attack, especially not when it had reached the place where you wanted it the most.

It began with a soft lick over your pussy, almost experimental in its tenderness. Then, it became harder, his tongue pleasing you better and better as he gained confidence in what he was doing. Your reggie was always a fast learner.

He suckled, similarly to how he did on your pebbled nipples, only this time, it was igniting direct sparks inside of you as his tongue toyed with your flesh as his lips wrapped around it eagerly. You carded your hands through his hair keeping him face to face with your cunt as he lapped at it messily, his beautiful face half covered in your slick and his own saliva.

Nothing had ever felt this good, you thought.

He teased and licked and sucked until that coil inside of you was growing so tight that you couldn’t help but start to shake, trembling against his face. He buried himself further into your open legs, his assault on your pussy becoming all the more viscous as he drank in your moans and pants. You swore that you could hear his own whines from between your thighs, but you were so distracted by the enchanting feeling of his tongue.

Then, he began to suck again, his tongue flickering against you like the soft pattering of rain, and that was when the coil inside of you started to snap. That same white hot feeling you had been so desperate to chase after those past nights had finally begun to wash over you. Your core clenched and your thighs shook around his head, engulfing him in your body. You couldn’t even hear yourself whining, your mind had gone blank, as though you were in a trance. Your head fell back into his pillows as you rode out your high against his mouth.

You felt a cool absence as he drew his face away from you, but it was soon replaced by the warmth of his naked body as he lay over your front. With him now nearby, you took ahold of his cheek, bringing his wet lips to your own. He sighed into your touch, preening for your affection, even as his lips were on yours.

You could get used to this, you thought, and not just the pleasure. You had everything you’d even needed right there in your arms.

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