drowning! → regulus black

a stroke of genius.

WHEN LAURA AWAKES, the smell of food infiltrates her senses above all else. 

She sits up, the duvet pooling around her waist as she looks around. Regulus is nowhere to be seen, but a plate of an assortment of fruits and pastries is awaiting her on his desk.

Dazed, she nearly stumbles into his dresser as she makes her way to his desk and flops into his chair drowsily. She assumes that whatever he forced into her system is still making her feel fatigued, but she has to admit, she does feel a lot better.

She'd be surprised at the fact he knew what to give her, had it not been Regulus, but given his impeccable grades and knowledge in herbology, it makes a frustrating amount of sense that he'd be good at healing too. She shoves a strawberry into her mouth and chews on it forcefully.

"You're awake," Regulus hums, stepping into the room with an easy smirk considering the fact that he's clad in just a towel.

"What the fuck?!" Laura cries out, immediately whirling around and covering her eyes. "Are you trying to be a perverted arsehole?"

Laura can hear a dresser drawer open and Regulus chuckle. "It's my room. Where else am I supposed to change?"

"A bathroom!" Laura fumes. "Or you could have at least warned me! Anything would have been better than just barging in half-naked!"

Regulus taps on Laura's shoulder, earning a glare as she cranes her neck backward and looks up at him. He's fully clothed now, thank Merlin. He grins wickedly. "If I'd known you'd get so flustered, darling, I would have done that much, much sooner."

Laura's eyes blaze. "I am not flustered."

"Oh, really?" Regulus teases, raking his fingers through Laura's hair, his rings scratching at her scalp and sending a shiver of contentment down her spine. His grip suddenly tightens as he pulls her head backward by her hair to meet her train of view. "I can fix that."

In a quick, rough move, Regulus' mouth is on Laura's and his groan reverberates through her throat as he explores her with an ardency he hadn't possessed the first time they'd kissed.

It's just kissing, Laura repeats to herself in her head as she leans backward and elicits a sigh. The corners of Regulus' mouth quirk as he pulls away briefly. "Enjoying ourselves, are we?"

Laura scowls in a show of petty defiance. "No."

Regulus' fingers find Laura's throat, rubbing the pad of his thumb against her skin gently. He tilts his head. "Should I fix that as well?"

Yes. "No?"

Regulus' fingers drum against Laura's throat. "You don't sound very sure of yourself, do you, Lovegood?" He queries, narrowing his eyes. "Use your words, darling. Tell me what you want."

It's just kissing, Laura reassures herself. She doesn't need to feel guilty about wanting more. Regulus' grin widens. "So you are enjoying yourself."

Laura's face warms, the words leaving her mouth as Regulus trails a finger along her jaw. "Just let go and say yes," He coaxes. "And we can skip the pretenses."

Her self-loathing screams at her as she looks up at him, into those pretty grey eyes, and throws away all of her dignity with a heaved, "Yes."

In a blur, Regulus flips Laura's chair around so that she's facing him as he slots himself between her legs and stoops down to look her in the eyes. "See? Was that really so hard?" He asks cockily, before his mouth is on Laura's neck this time. His teeth graze her, and it takes every fiber of her being to keep herself from letting out a crude, unforgivable sound of ecstasy.

His hands pin down her thighs with a bruising grip as his fingers move down to Laura's skirt, pulling back and raising a brow. "May I?"

Laura nods dumbly, watching as he hooks her skirt down with one swift motion, leaving her lower half embarrassingly bare, with the exception of her underwear as he lowers himself to his knees and grins, planting a firm hand on Laura's abdomen. "Tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable," He murmurs as he runs his free hand across her thigh before dipping a long finger through her folds and letting out a satisfied hum. "You poor, poor thing — to think you were sitting here, arguing with me, when you were this painfully wet?" 

"If you're going just to sit here and insult me this whole time, I might as well go and get someone else to get me off," Laura gripes, shooting Regulus a half-hearted glare.

Regulus presses against Laura, dragging his fingers in a slow, agonizing motion and chuckling darkly. "Who knew you had such a foul mouth?" He slides a finger into her as her forehead falls against his shoulder. She begins to reach to fumble for his belt, jolting when he quickly pushes her hand back, inserting another finger at the same time. 

"You thought you'd get my cock after being such a brat?" Regulus growls, his fingers moving at a steadily increasing speed. He tuts as Laura lets out a moan. "You're going to come on my fingers like a good girl, and that's all you're getting."

She breathes a sigh and clenches around his fingers at that, earning a grunt from Regulus. His pace grows rougher as his free hand leaves her stomach and makes its way around her throat again, his mouth silencing any of her sounds of pleasure as his tongue slides inside dominantly. 

When she begins to near release, Regulus swallows her moans and inserts a third finger, finally sending her shuddering over her climax as he massages at her neck. 

He removes his fingers from her before looking her dead in the eyes. "This doesn't leave this room." He narrows his eyes. "Got it?"

Laura rolls her eyes, pretending to be unperturbed as her legs shake. "Like I'd want anyone to know." She shoves at him. "Now move."

Regulus chuckles. "Already being a bitch again? I thought we'd fixed that, darling," He drawls, tracing a finger along Laura's jawline. 

Laura grits her jaw and pushes off the chair, ignoring the pain in her legs as she opens Regulus' armoire and begins sifting through it. 

"What in the ever-loving fuck are you doing?" Regulus huffs, standing to his feet.

Laura pulls out a pair of joggers and pulls them on, shooting Regulus a pointed look. "Are you going to go back to my dorm and explain why I can't wear my knickers anymore?" She pulls her shirt over her head, ignoring Regulus' disgruntled sound as she throws on one of his sweatshirts. His medicine is starting to wear off, and with the combination of being both thoroughly fucked by his fingers and feeling sick to her stomach, she flops onto his bed with an irritable sigh. 

Regulus picks up Laura's skirt and underwear with a frustrated expression and tosses them into a hamper. "Eat your breakfast when you get the chance. I have to go buy a new chair since you've soiled mine."

Laura's mouth drops as Regulus apparates from the room with a loud crack. "Fuck you!" She complains, planting her face into his pillow and letting out a muffled groan.

author's note — no words, just crippling embarrassment as i go hide in my hole to die.

(and also a thank-you for 20k reads <3)