Hello! Will You Write A Part 2 For It Was You All Along? I Really Want To See Reader Have The Happiness

Hello! Will you write a part 2 for “it was you all along”? I really want to see reader have the happiness she deserves. Maybe timmy can make her open an instagram account for herself and and her fans would be so happy and ofc her ex would be mad. If you don’t want that that’s totally fine!! Have a good day ❤️

it was you all along ༊*·˚

part ii

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yninstagram: yooooo i HAD to be the first post 😗 *everyone thank me for making y/n an instagram account

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ynfan38: OH MY GOD!! IS THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENING???

ynfan93: can't believe we needed timo to make our girl join instagram

timotheefan66: i love him so much <3

zendaya: does y/n know u r posting pics of yourself?

yninstagram: i'm not that sneaky... or am i 🙃

zendaya: yeah.. she has no idea

timotheefan3: can't believe he liked his own photo 🤣

ynfan58: does this mean we're going to get more y/n content?

timothee71: IDK WHAT TO COMMENT FIRST!!

tayrussell: where is my baby y/n?

yninstagram: getting ready for the afterparty. i'm in charge now 😈

ynfan29: i wanted them to win :(

timothee45: i was disappointed too

ynfan75: i'm so happy that y/n feels more comfortable sharing more things with us

timotheefan20: it's so clear that they make each other so happy

ynfan74: wait r they together?

timotheefan54: idk but they definitely look comfortable with each other

timotheefan35: wasn't y/n dating paolo scotti?

ynfan21: u r a few episodes behind bro. haven't u seen the video?

timothee13: video?

ynfan21: paolo cheated on y/n

timothee13: WHO ON EARTH WOULD CHEAT ON Y/N?

ynfan21: I KNOW RIGHT?

florencepugh: favorite losers

yninstagram: too early for jokes :(

ynfan9: guys have u seen the interview? they are so sweet

timotheefan34: what interview?

ynfan9: y/n said that she'd be happier for tim to win than herself

timotheefan34: she's so cute. she deserves the world 🥹💕

timotheefan52: i really hope they're together

ynfan77: YES i love them!!

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« I swear to God, I'm never going to forgive you for making my phone ring every two seconds. » Just as you finished your sentence the Instagram notification sound was heard. Timothée grinned looking at how you took a deep breath and started biting your lips. « I'm going to kill you in your sleep, I swear, » you mumbled.

« You just need to turn off the notifications, dummy, » he chuckled taking your phone in his hands, going to the settings, and turning off your Instagram notifications. « Even my grandma knows that, » Tim murmured giving it back to you.

« I know how to turn off my notifications, » you said looking down at your phone. Timothée smiled and leaned to catch your gaze.

« Yeah, I'm sure about that.» You rolled your eyes and scoffed. Tim imitated your reaction in a more dramatic tone.

« Silly, » you shook his shoulder. He smiled while looking outside of the car. « We have to be prepared for our little performance. »

« We are naturals, we don't need to be prepared. » Your eyes stayed on him for a few seconds, a smile slowly growing on your face.

Honestly, you didn't need to put in much effort. You were both great actors and everything was coming out so naturally. Luca used to say that you two were definitely together in another life or a parallel universe because there was no way you could act so convincingly. You could still hear Timothée leaving that awkward laugh that made you always smile.

Maybe it was just the way you looked at each other. When his green orbs met yours, they would always stay there for a few seconds like electrons and protons met but were forced to separate for reasons that no human brain could apprehend. You were very magnetic for each other and that was always there even if you were acting or you were just out for coffee.

« We are here, » the driver said.

« Thanks, » you both told him. Timothée motioned his hand for you to stay at your place.

« I'm opening your door, » he said. « Darling, » he raised his brows and smiled at you cheekily. You grinned at yourself fixing your clothes. He opened the door and slightly bowed to you before giving you his hand to help.

« Too much, » you mouthed to him and raised your brows.

« Sorry I have manners, » Tim leaned closer to whisper to your ear.

« Sorry I have manners, » you mimicked him.

« Oh, shut up, » he covered your face with his hand before wrapping his hand around your waist and pressing his lips on your cheek. You laughed touching the hand that was around you.

You posed in front of the photographers, both together and separately. After that, you were still together. You were magnets after all.

« Oh man, » Timothée said his arm around your neck, his fingers falling on your collarbone. « I forgot how awful the food is here. »

« Burgers on me later, » you said. Timothée curled up his nose into a smile. « What, you saw Christian Bale and you're going to fangirl again? », you asked.

« No! », Timothée shook his head. « Though, » he moved his hand while speaking, « there is absolutely nothing wrong about fangirling over Christian Bale. »

« Look, » you replied in a more serious tone, « it's fine fangirling over Christian Bale, but if you do it more than three times, » you side-eyed him, « people will start suspecting that you're in love with him. »

« Very supportive, » he made you chuckle.

« That's me, » you forced a smile as he lightly ruffled your hair.

« Hey, you know what we should do? We should have a quick look around at the place. »

« Oh! », you smiled biting your lips. « Yes, we should definitely do that. »

You and Timothée started walking around the hotel, laughing at random comments you were both making. Timothée didn't set you free, his arm still wrapped around you. But no complaint was made by your side since you pretty much enjoyed it.

He smelled so nice. It reminded you of something so familiar, like your home. It was vanilla mixed with oranges and cloves and something warm. You couldn't stop smiling. Timothée was making you feel so serene.

« Oh my God, » he said as he tangled his fingers around your palm, pulled you by the hand, and led you to the end of the corridor where was a pianoforte. He quickly took a seat in front of it and glanced at the other way concerned.

« Play something... if you can, of course, » you raised your brow. He clenched his jaw to prevent his grin and tried to sound smooth.

« You think I can't? », he asked. You shrugged taking a seat next to him.

« I don't know, maybe your piano skills have faded over the years... »

« Wanna bet? », he bit his lips. You smiled looking into his eyes. You were so close, you've never been this close outside of work. That was probably the only time Timothée didn't stay longer in your eyes, his stare falling immediately to your lips. His mouth half-opened but then shook his head and sat better. You just smiled and looked down at your lap.

You couldn't have imagined that little moment between you, that spark jumping from his eyes to your lips.

« Bach is an amateur in front of me, » Tim said as his fingers pressed against the piano keys, playing a sweet melody. Your head slowly fell on his shoulder hearing the magic coming out of the instrument. Every now and then he turned his head in your direction, looking at the way, you couldn't stop staring at him or glaring at you when you pressed a random note and messed with his song.

« Timothée, » you said once he was over.

« What? », he smiled.

« I feel like I'm monopolizing you, » you chuckled. He unconsciously smiled back at you.

« I wish you did, » he bit his lips a little.

« Oh, come on, » you shook his shoulder. « Let's go get drinks. »

« Fine, » he said.

You returned back to the main room where almost everyone was gathered. You stopped to talk to some people. Timothée after a while tapped your back.

« I'm getting us drinks, » he told you. You nodded happily.

But your laugh slowly faded away as you noticed Paolo staring at you while talking to Steven Spielberg and his wife, who were clearly looking around trying to find a way out. Your lips were pressed together as he looked at you with a smirk and then his eyes moved to Timothée who was walking away, the smirk being replaced by a dead-face look.

You hated that after everything, he still had an effect on you. And you hated, even more, yourself for letting him under your skin. You were so fucking blinded and stupid, that didn't end things earlier. Paolo kindly excused himself and moved towards you, pulling lightly your forearm and separating you from the group of people. You didn't want to make a scene in front of them, so you let him lead you to a corner.

« Oh God, what sins am I paying for? », you looked up. Paolo froze for a moment.

« Hi, Y/N, » he said.

« Hi, » you said back and breathed heavily.

« You should've won, you deserved it, » he nodded eagerly. He had lost as well, but you didn't respond. « But you know that only being nominated it's an achievement by itself. » You smiled.

« Yes, that's funny because I was worried my career was going to be destroyed after a romance movie. »

« Y/N... », he looked at you pleadingly.

« What do you want Paolo? I thought I made it pretty clear that I want nothing to do with you. »

« You can't just do this to me, Y/N, » Paolo shook his head. « You can't destroy all these times we spent together in just one moment. »

« It was me who destroyed our relationship in just one moment? », you asked calmly. « You are a fucking asshole. »

« Okay, I-I'll take it on me. It was all my fault, but it was just one moment of weakness. I was completely pissed, I didn't know where the fuck I was or what I was doing, believe me. » You clenched your jaw in your attempt to keep a straight face. « Please, forgive me, and let's forget this ever happened. »

« I believe you and I forgive you for kissing that random girl, » you said. Paolo smiled thankfully and tried to close the distance, but your hand separated you. « But I will never forgive you for the way you treated me. From the moment this relationship started, you were nothing but a pretentious manipulative asshole that always wanted to do things his way or nothing. I spent so much time with you, I lost myself, my dignity, my career was held back... I- I don't know anymore, Paolo. »

« You are being unfair, » he shook his head. « We love each other. It was love at first sight, remember? You always said you loved me from the moment you looked at me. »

« Well, I should've looked at you twice, » you hit his shoulder walking away. « You are a fucking hypocrite, » he said then. You stopped walking and he was there, right behind you when you turned around. « It's all because of that guy that fucked a fucking peach. Posting photos and acting all happy together. I bet you had already fucked him long before I kissed that girl. »

« Don't even dare say that ever again, you asshole, » you pressed your lips shut, anger drawn in your face. « You made me so fucking miserable that even smiling felt uncomfortable, you douchebag. And keep Timothée out of your fucking mouth. He makes me happy. I am happy with him! »

« Y/N? », Timothée asked walking beside you. You gulped looking at him with two drinks in his hands.

« Well, » Paolo glanced at Tim up and down, then at you while clenching his jaw. « I guess this is it. »

«You guess? », you asked with a sarcastic smile. « You can be sure about it. »

Paolo pressed his lips and left you and Timothée alone. Tim walked closer to you giving you your drink. He then wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

« I-I'm going to get some air, » you moved away from him. You got out of the hotel, your lungs filling with oxygen again as the wind pulled your hair. You walked down the stairs, your head pounding as if someone was hitting you with a hammer, and sat down. You pulled your legs closer to your core and buried your head between your legs.

Timothée was standing still for a few seconds, his eyes in the direction where you disappeared. He wasn't sure if he should follow or not, but he knew one thing. He wanted to be with you and you had to know this.

So, he took the direction with uncertainty, going out of the hotel to find you. He saw you sitting there all alone and without speaking, sat beside you.

You tilted your head to the side until it touched his chest, tears falling down your eyes as you shook your forehead against his warmth. Timothée left his glass to the stairs next to yours and pulled you closer holding your back and caressing your hair lovingly.

« Y/N, » he held your head. Your gaze couldn't meet his but he still shoved the tears away from your cheeks and leaned his head to your side so he could catch your eyes. « It hurts seeing you cry for him. »

« I'm not crying for him, Timothée, » you shook your head pressing your lips so you didn't spread any more tears. « I wasted so much time being unhappy. »

« Don't think about that. Everything's over. » You smiled softly and nodded.

« Yes, » you said. Timothée smiled back at you.

« Can I make you a question? », he asked.

« Yes, » you laughed this time. Tim breathed out heavily and looked away.

« While I was waiting for our drinks, I watched your interview. »

« My interview? », you shook your head smiling as much as the situation let you again.

« You- », he gulped. « You said you'd be happier for me to win than you'd be for yourself. »

« I did say that, » you chuckled rubbing your eyes.

« Did you mean it or you said for I don't know. »

« Of course, I meant it Timothée, » you touched his hand that was balancing on his knee. He turned his head to you. « You always make me so happy and that, for some reason, makes me twice as happy for you. » His lips parted at your words that made and didn't make sense.

« Okay, » he pressed his eyes shut to take courage and then opened them again. "If the answer is no, let's just say I'm too drunk, okay?"

« Okay, » you said unsurely.

« Can I kiss you? » You froze for a few seconds and stayed there looking at him. « Oh fuck, » he pulled his hair back, his whole face turning red. « Y/N, I- » Without finishing his sentence you pressed his lips with yours.

Your eyes were sealed tight as you kissed slowly, lips brushing against each other, biting and licking the skin. Once you pulled back you both stared at the space between the two of you breathing.

Timothée chuckled causing you to smile too as he leaned to kiss you again, feeling like he didn't have enough of you already. He held your neck as you tangled your fingers between his curls.

You smiled against his lips as you backed away, with him trying to chase your lips. He pressed one last kiss to the side of your mouth, leaving a 'mwah' sound, and then pulled back too.

« What about that burger? », you asked.

his last letter ༊*·˚

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synopsis: regulus writes you a letter before he goes to the cave

My Dear Y/N,

If you are reading this, it’s too late for me.

I am writing you from my room, at 12, Grimmauld Place. My doom is hanging on my neck like a rope. It’s heavy and unbearable. I can already feel it dragging me down.

That night, that I sneaked out just to meet you, I gave you a promise, that I was going to change, that I was going to be good. You said you loved me either way and nothing mattered to you.

It mattered to me though, because I wanted to be good. I wanted to do the right thing. The time has come to keep my promise and be good. And if the right thing is going to cost my life, then so be it.

Y/N, my dear Y/N, I need you to know that I’ve changed. I need you to know that I did the right thing, that in my last moments on this earth, I was good.

I am writing to you determined to do what I have to. Y/N, my heart, please forgive me.

I wish I never had to write this letter to you, but I know that my road has no return. It’s not just me being pessimistic, no. I can feel that this is not going to end well for me, for us. The earth has prepared a deep and narrow place for me and I can do nothing but get in.

Please forgive me for not meeting you tonight. Forgive my sloppy handwriting. Forgive fate. Forgive Kreacher, the bearer of the bad news, and please don't be mad at him. Forgive me.

If I regret one thing in this life Y/N, is not giving you more kisses, not hugging you tighter, not saying « I love you » every minute of every day.

Light of my eyes, a million hearts wouldn’t be able to carry my love for you. I love you unfathomably, no words can describe it. If only you could jump into my body for only a few seconds, you’d see for yourself. But I would never let you. I love you too much for this. You are everything to me.

You were the first person that made me feel truly loved. I know, my brother loves me too, or at least he tries to. I don’t blame him for taking his distance. After all the things I’ve done, I feel disgusted in my own skin. But you… how could you not be disgusted? How could you not leave me? How could you be there for me? How could you love me? People like me don’t deserve to be loved. I wouldn’t love me... I don’t love me; myself, what I am.

The only times I’ve ever loved myself are the ones spent with you.

You made me feel like I wasn’t as bad as I thought. I had a good side, I wasn’t always as menacing and misanthropic as everyone believed me to be. With you I felt like a person, normal, I wasn’t a burden. You truly did love me and your love made me beautiful. Honestly, I’m still not sure why you loved me like that. But I know you did. I could feel it every day, even in our worst moments.

I need you to know, you are the one and only for me, and you will always be. No matter what happens to me tonight, my soul will always be with you. I will always be yours. You will be my last thought, and my last breath will be your name.

I love you.

I’m afraid that you’ll forget me. Me, and everything we did together, everything we were.

Please, think of me sometimes. But not the bad things; the fightings, the tears, the sadness, the fear… think about the good things.

Do you remember the night after that stupid Ravenclaw party? I was pissed. I could barely walk and, oh Merlin, I was so, so dizzy. You couldn’t stop laughing watching my anarchist side come to the surface, as I was going up and down in front of Dumbledore’s office. I thought it’d be hilarious if we managed to get inside and burn the place to the ground. Well, we didn’t do that, obviously. From walking so fast, I ended up sick, vomiting in front of the gargoyle. I could still listen to your voice, as I was holding my knees, letting my guts out, and your laugh — I love it so much when you laugh. You then walked beside me, pulled my hair back, looked me in the eyes, and kissed me. I was staring at you like an idiot because I was too drunk. You smiled and then hugged me with your warm hands, your smell being the only thing I could sense.

That was the moment I first realized you love me. Who else would kiss the lips of a person that was vomiting only seconds ago?

I’ve never told you, but until now I’ve been thinking of that moment. Why would you be so kind to me? To me, of all the people on this Earth. And how can you love me?

Remember this time I was crying so hard without a reason, and I was just so angry that I was kicking the bathroom door and I was completely out of control? That day was terrible. I was hitting the wall so hard that my fist started to bleed. You had never seen me like that and I knew you were scared of me, but you hugged me tightly and didn’t let me go until I calmed down.

I asked you that day, why didn’t you leave me alone? Why did you have to be there? You said that you loved me so much nothing could drive you away. When you left I cried and didn’t go to class.

I was so confused. But I knew one thing, I wasn’t one hundred percent evil like everyone wanted me to believe.

We had so many dreams and plans that will never come true. I should’ve left this whorehouse when I had the chance. I should’ve left with Sirius. If it wasn’t for my ego... And then, when we were done with school, it was foolish of me to stay at my father’s funeral. We could have been in the countryside now, married, away from everyone. I really wanted to marry you, to spend the rest of my life with you.

I’ll stop thinking about that.

You have no idea how much it hurts knowing that you are reading this letter. It feels like a knife twisting deep into my soul.

Please, Y/N, you have to understand why I did this. I had to. I owed it to everyone. I owed it to myself.

I know it’s very selfish. I left you just so I can live up to the expectations I built for myself.

I am never going to see the day that awakens with you ever again, but I hope the light of the world is bright and gentle to you. I hope the people are good. I hope you smile and laugh every day. I hope you think of me sometimes, just once in a while.

My love, my heart, please don’t do anything crazy. Stay alive, do it for me. Live. I need you to keep going. If you love me, keep going. And please, get out of this place. Go to your friends, to my brother and Remus. I don’t want you to be here. And don’t even think about passing by my house.

I don’t know what else to say. I wish I could write you everything but time is running.

Please, know that I am not scared. I am not scared at all. I want to do this. It’s my decision, probably the only one I’ve ever made.

Don’t forget to burn the letter.

It’s so cold here and I can't stop remembering. My heart has no mercy on me.

I love you forever.

R.A.B.

aaaah can’t believe i woke up to this💕

thank you so much for including my work. that was my saddest fic and i thought that no one was going to like it. you made my whole day.

love you <3

-léa

— ✦ valerie's april fic recs

thank you so much for all of these writers for making me smiling with a lots of butterflies in my stomach, making my mouth hanging agape, or crying so hard and sweating hot. i really can't thank you enough<3

⟡. THE LAST OF US —

⭒ — JOEL MILLER

matchmaker : @quin-ns

domesticity looks good on you : @girlscull

once again in your arms : @foli-vora

a helping hand : @bubbles-for-all-of-us

she's a gun : @cowgurrrl

your smile! : @starr-k

⟡. MARAUDERS ERA —

⭒ — REGULUS BLACK

annonated book and sleek hardcovers : @messers-moony

his last letter : @timmys-angel

hidden messages in foreign language : @specialbrewbutterbeer

⭒ — REMUS LUPIN

ivy : @enviedear

too much to drink : @nectarcfthegcds

the girl with a book : @solemnarration

heavy handed : @luveline

⟡. GRISHAVERSE —

⭒ — KAZ BREKKER

call me what you like : @sophierequests

buoy : @yelenasbraid

flowers : @violetrainbow412-blog

⭒ — JESPER FAHEY

not what it looks like : @magpiencrow

i hate you : @heathsbitch

⭒ — NIKOLAI LANTSOV

nightmares and enemies : @corpsebasil

in passing : @ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes

a special occasion : @holden-caulfield

the art of pretension : @fleurspun

⟡. MARVEL —

⭒ — MATT MURDOCK

trial tardiness : @alrighty-matty

the matter of opinion : @courtforshort15

it's really... yellow : @pastafossa

finger crossed : @petertingle-yipyip

in another life : @saintmurd0ck

five years : @darling-i-read-it

⭒ — STEPHEN STRANGE

last name : @parkersbliss

slow down : @dre--scape

⭒ — PETER PARKER

the inevitable : @starktonyx

burnt face and second base : @waitimcomingtoo

the forgotten child : @friendlyneighborhoods-spiderman

⟡. STRANGER THINGS —

⭒ — STEVE HARRINGTON

next best thing happen to an angel : @slashersteve

nine facts, one lie : @stevebabey

don't you forget about me : @starberryes

⟡. HOUSE OF THE DRAGON —

⭒ — AEGON II TARGARYEN

the summer island : @fairysluna

someone, anyone : @asongofmarvelanddc

good grief : @elliewlums

firstborn : @archiveofthe-dragon

⟡. BRIDGERTON —

⭒ — BENEDICT BRIDGERTON

to be loved and to be in love : @desertno3

it is just tea : @leahsficemporium

⭒ — ANTHONY BRIDGERTON

it's a bad idea, me and you : @genyakosstyk

five senses of love : @libraryofloveletters

⟡. STAR WARS —

⭒ — POE DAMERON

the f-word : @the-little-ewok

one kiss : @starryeyedstories

⭒ — DIN DJARIN

fix you : @roguetonorth

just call my name : @prettypiscesgal

softer : @thatredheadwriter

your regulus angst gives me life 💋

could you write something along the lines of finding out about regulus’ death? no pressure if you don’t take requests i love ur writing sm <33

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OKAY i was planning this post for a long time so...

love you so much and thank you <3

-léa

pygmalion and galatea ༊*·˚

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synopsis: in which regulus is a painter and you are his muse

*18+, minors DNI, sexual themes & references, romantic dynamic, first time, consent

Your eyes were fixed on him and couldn't look away.

Regulus had the face of Apollo. Sharp yet smooth features with soft curves, plump reddish lips, and a slim straight nose with a little bump on it. His seemingly tired eyes were like the sky on a winter's day, rounder on the outside, corners pointing downwards.

Everything on him was so balanced and symmetric, even the curls that were spread messily around him. Watching the hair fall on top of his forehead, covering his eyes, made you want to extend your hand, to brush it off, and all love pull it behind his ear.

He glanced up at you for a few moments at the feeling of your persistent stare, causing your eyes to move to the window behind him. You gulped ashamed that for a second or two, he caught you looking at him. You heard a smile forming on his face as he turned back to his canvas.

You had been working with Regulus for quite a while. He was laconic, only saying what was necessary to be said, nothing more, nothing less. However, your curiosity had forced you to spend hours and hours just examining him. You had learned every move of his by heart.

When he didn't like something he curled up his nose in discomfort. When he didn't like your pose or wanted you to fix your posture, he was biting his lips while quickly exchanging glances between you and the canvas. When he was running his hands through his hair, you knew you were done for the day. He didn't need to say a word and you understood immediately what he wanted.

His gaze moved back to you and his eyes stayed there for longer than you expected. Without realizing he was still looking at you, you dared to glance at him. He smiled watching you hold your breath and lightly shook his head at the irony of your timidness.

The dark candlelit room was exhaling erotic air. The trembling orange glow was softly hugging the curves of your body. You laid on a couch, a few meters away from him, posing; head balanced on your left hand that was on top of your right one, both placed on the arm of the couch, your body was spread sideways; right thigh on top of your left that was lightly extended to the front, creating shadows that were hiding your secret spots.

You had posed for many artists in the past but Regulus was the only one able to bring you self-consciousness. He made you feel vulnerable in front of him and incredibly nervous. Little did you know, to Regulus you were the most beautiful woman. He was in love with you.

Because of you, he was living in a constant contradiction. He wanted to look at you all day every day, but at the same time, he couldn't wait for you to leave so he could hug the couch that touched your body.

The secret to not revealing his feelings for you was to not speak and not look at you. But that day maybe it was the lust in the atmosphere, maybe it was your pose, maybe it was your siren stare, he felt extremely bold.

You watched his Adam's apple rising and falling as he maneuvered his hips to the seat. Regulus' grip on his pencil got harder, so tight almost able to break it in half. His eyes sealed shut for a moment. As if Regulus heard your prayers, he looked at you, eyes dark by shadows, and let the pencil fall to the ground. You repositioned yourself, as you turned your head to the large windows on the side.

You heard the sound of the chair against the wooden floor and then slow steps towards you. You gulped, as you turned around only to see him standing right in front of you, crouched to meet your height.

Your lips separated releasing breaths you didn’t know you were holding. Heartbeat became unsteady when his dirty palm touched your cheek, leaving red stains of paint behind it. He held you, his thumb trailing all the way up until it reached your ear, as his other fingers hugged the side of your neck.

His head leaned close and eyes moved from your sparkling stare to your soft lips. With forehead almost touching forehead and tasting the other's breath, you tented your neck closing the gap between you. Your hand moved to his wrist, fingers wrapping kindly around his pulse.

Regulus tied both hands on the back of your neck lightly standing up and sitting on the couch beside you, then leaning his body against yours.

His lips were silky and felt like you were touching clouds. You let his hand free run down the line between your chest and find his way to the curve of your waist, coloring you as he swam down your body.

You gasped hard at his arm that traveled back on your breast. Regulus' breath was coming out in flustered pants. His lips moved to your jaw, kissing tenderly your neck and then down your collarbones, ending on your chest. You could feel his sweaty hair caressing your skin. You moaned pulling his curls behind, holding them out of his face, while he was licking, lightly sucking your tender skin.

He smiled as he kissed your belly and you breathed out shakily watching the way his grey eyes were fixed on you. He moved lower and lower until he ran his tongue on your pubic hair, his hands rubbing both sides of your outer thighs and then your buttocks.

You chuckled at him, your little laugh breaking the deadly silence that dominated the room. He couldn't help but smile again, his eyes meeting yours, as his fingers moved into the inside of your thighs and then slowly on your knees.

He moved one of your legs and without much thinking, he dived in between them. He looked up at you as he sucked your folds and buried his tongue inside. Your hands pulled his hair and pressed him down on you, not sparing a moment to waste.

You were already wet, Regulus must have realized himself, that's why he was looking at you. Your head fell back on the arm of the couch as you moaned. Every time he got deeper and deeper, faster and faster, sucking your folds hard as if trying to drain them. He made you completely soaked and you were ready to release with trembling legs that he held both sides steady while his head was deep, finding its way inside you.

Feeling that you were ready, Regulus pulled back and sucked your folds. His head came out of your thighs to take a breath and a muffled cry escaped your lips, holding tightly his wrist to the couch.

He leaned down and with a mischievous smile, his tongue lashed at everything it could get while sucking on you at the same time. He had you in his mouth, dripping from his lips.

Regulus stood up and pecked your lips once. Your eyes followed him, your whole body panting, looking at him carelessly unbuttoning his white shirt and tossing it to the floor next to you. You leaned down on the couch to both your elbows gazing at him, anticipation causing you to grin, as he took down his black pants, followed by his stained trunks.

Your head slightly tilted to the side, in your face marked a dreamy look. His body was lean with taut muscles and an erection.

He carefully fell on top of you, on that old worn-out couch. His chest was pressed on top of yours and you could feel his bulge between your legs. He groaned, locking you between his arms, his cock trying to find its way inside you. Your hands took his wet length squeezing it gently before placing it on your opening.

Only the tip of his cock made your whole body shake. You let your head fall back as Regulus pressed down on you, his lips releasing hot breaths on your ear. He kissed you sweetly.

Regulus hovered over you again your faces only centimeters apart, lips almost touching. Both of your hands cupped his face for just a few seconds so you could see him clearly. He was like a wild animal. That blissed-out expression, that tilt of the head, the movement of the Adam's apple struggling to swallow.

Your skins brushed savagely, yet with a strange tenderness against each other. Every move was so barbaric but kind at the same time. You could breathe the other in, stained moans eliciting from both of you.

The couch rattled beneath you as Regulus' pelvis smushed inside you, animalistic screams of delight leaving both your mouths.

« Oh, fuck! », Regulus gasped. « I feel like fucking Pygmalion. » His words made you smile. « Does that make me Galatea? », you asked cheekily. Regulus grinned while his whole body was panting.

Shadows casted by the flinching light of the candles towered over you at the walls making you look five times bigger than you actually were, imitating your every move like mirrors.

« Regulus! », you breathed out as he jerked against you again causing both of you to release at the same time. Regulus tiredly fell on top of you, hugging you tight. His eyes moved up to you and smiled watching your beautiful almost painful grimace.

Hands cupped your flushed panting face, holding it tightly with his shaky grip, and his thumbs wiped away your tears. He pressed his forehead against yours, your sweat mixing up, as he looked into your eyes and then smashed a kiss on your lips.

The summer breeze flew inside dragging the curtains with it and burning off the candles. You looked at him laying on top of you, the moonglow caressing his pale skin, and you thought feeling his heart pounding against your belly, that this was your person and you wanted to stay there, glued to him forever.

God created men and then sent timothee chalamet as an apology