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fvckyouimaprophet · 2 years ago

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cherry lips and black curls

summary: James tries on overalls for the first time and loves them. Of course, it doesn’t hurt to have a boyfriend who’s always there to tell her how hot she looks.

length: 1,666

tags: Transfem James (she/her), Transmasc Regulus (they/them), Gender Euphoria, Dirty Talk

a/n: For @420maraudersfest. These are the overalls James has on. This is my first attempt at Jegulus. ✌️

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James grins and turns, staring at herself in the full-length mirror in the corner of her bedroom. Lily had promised overalls would suit her, but she’d been so resistant, worried that they’d make her shapeless or fit her awkwardly. She’d waited until she found a pair she loved before trying them on. Now, as she looks at herself, she can’t quite understand her hesitation. Pastel flowers dot the burgundy fabric, and when she bends over, she watches the way it highlights her curves.

“You look hot.” Regulus sprawls out on the bed, joint dangling from between their fingers. The summer air is thick, and their hair sticks to their forehead. Their eyes trail down James’s body, and they wet their lips. “Your ass looks great in this.”

“I know, right!” The words come out louder than intended, and she groans as her cheeks heat up. “Too eager?”

“Nah, it’s cute when you get like this.” They smile up at James and blow her a kiss. “Come here.”

“Alright.” She takes one final glance in the mirror and turns, sticking her hands in her pockets and striking a pose. A smudge makes her right hip look blurry. “I really should clean this.”

Regulus rolls over on their back, and their head dangles over the edge of the bed, staring at James upside-down. They lift the joint to their lips and breathe in. For a moment, James stares at them affectionately, watching as smoke curls around their mouth, and then she walks over and perches herself on the bed beside them. Regulus makes no move to sit up.

“I’ve been loving how much you’ve been feeling yourself lately,” Regulus says, running their fingers absentmindedly up James’s arm.

“Well, when you have a boyfriend who can’t go three minutes without complimenting you…”

“Oh, did you want me to stop? ‘Cause I can.”

“No.” James plops down and dangles off the bed beside Regulus. From this angle, the room looks different, bigger. She hums and presses a kiss to Regulus’s jaw. “Can I have some of that?” she asks, nodding toward the joint.

“Sure thing.” Regulus brings it to James’s lips, and James breathes in and closes her eyes. They hold it steady between hits for James until she waves her hand to gesture that she’s done with it.

“Are you still meeting up with Barty soon?” Despite her best efforts to contain herself, James scrunches her nose.

“I saw that.” Regulus rolls to their side and scoots up the bed so that they are no longer hanging off. They hold the joint between their index and middle finger, and with their thumb, they pick at the chipped black nail polish on their other hand. “You can think what you want of him, but you know our rule—you don’t shit-talk my friends, and I won’t shit-talk yours.”

“To be fair, my best friend’s your brother.”

“Exactly. Makes it even harder to be nice.” Although Regulus tries their best to sound like they’re teasing, there’s a slight, defensive edge to their voice.

“Fine.” James sighs and sits up. “I guess your rule’s fair.” She doesn’t entirely think so, but she understands the supposed logic behind it.

“And yes, I’m still seeing Barty.” Regulus follows suit and grunts as they prop themself up and turn their body to face James. If James’s gut tells her anything, it’s that Barty isn’t good news—impulsive and reckless, with few lines he’s not willing to cross. It’s admirable how loyal Regulus is, but coupled with their stubbornness, there’s little she can do. She chews the inside of her cheek and finds herself lost in thought when Regulus interrupts.

“I got the strap we were eyeing.”

They’ve always had an uncanny ability to catch her off-guard by talking about things like this when she least expects it. She’s not naive. She knows that’s the thrill of it for them—watching her eyes go wide as she squirms. Now is no different. James’s pulse quickens, and any concerns about Barty slip from her mind. “Which one?” she asks.

“The thick one.” With a small smile, Regulus drops their hand to James’s thigh and traces up along the inside. “You know what that means?” They keep their voice low, just quiet enough to make James have to lean toward them to make out the words.

The world around the two of them falls away, and James’s mouth goes dry. It’s impossible to concentrate on anything other than the heat and weight of Regulus’s hand through the cotton of her overalls. She imagines their hand inching higher until—

The room closes in around them. Her chest feels tight, and she swallows hard. Just as she lifts her hips, Regulus removes their hand. James groans, and Regulus’s eyes darken. They straddle her, their legs warm and soft around hers, and splay a hand on her chest. James hardly has time to adjust to the new position before they push her backward, and she falls to the bed with a slight oof.

“What does it mean?” she breathes. They both know that she knows, but she wants to hear Regulus say it. Her voice trembles, and she sucks in a breath.

“After I get home, I’m going to fuck you until your ass is sore and you can’t stand straight.” A smug edge slips into their voice, and they lift the joint to their lips. “We have to break it in, after all.” The tip burns orange. “I can’t wait to see you take it. To watch as I sink into you. To see your face when you’re stretched, full.” A cloud of smoke hovers between them for a moment in the stagnant, bedroom air, and a bead of sweat drips down the back of James’s neck. Regulus reaches down to James’s hair and wraps a curl around their finger.

A bit of ash breaks off and falls to James’s new clothes. Under other circumstances, she might care more, but now, it hardly feels important. She shifts, and her hand moves to Regulus’s side, pulling them down on top of her, careful to give them a warning tug first to let them set the joint down on the ashtray on the nightstand. Regulus lands face-first on her chest—something James suspects isn’t entirely accidental.

“Wait, are those naked women on your overalls?” Their voice is muffled by the fabric.

“Yeah, they’re kind of hidden unless you’re looking closely.” She laughs as Regulus props themself up and stares again at the design. Her body still hums under theirs, craving more, but Regulus has always been easily distracted.

“This may be your gayest outfit yet.”

“You know what would be even gayer?” James asks.

“Hmm?”

“If you fucked me now.” There’s a certain pleasure in being able to surprise Regulus and watch a flush enter their cheeks. It’s so rare she can pull it off. “We can see how many times you can make me come.”

Regulus groans. “I would love to, but I have to leave in—” They check their watch and curse under their breath, “—five minutes.”

“Coward.” James props herself up on her elbows and presses a kiss to Regulus’s lips. It’s the sort of moment she could sink into—the quiet of their room punctured only by the sound of Regulus breathing in sharply through their nose, their lips soft against hers, the smell of their cologne and sweat and the lingering smoke blending together until James floats in a haze. She reaches a hand up. Regulus’s boxy button-up is already undone down to the middle of their chest, but James fiddles with the remaining buttons until they pop open too and leave their chest on full display. James runs her tongue along Regulus’s lower lip and licks into their mouth, marveling at the way Regulus melts into her touch.

Slowly, she places a hand on their stomach, fingers spread wide, and runs it up, over the twin scars on their chest, tracing their collar bone. Even with her eyes focused on Regulus’s face, she’s memorized their body and knows it by feel alone. Her finger finds the freckle at the base of their neck, and Regulus moans into her mouth, nothing but hot breath and rumbling vibrations.

And then they pull away, their lips swollen and shiny with her lip gloss. “I can’t. Barty and Evan are going through a rough patch, and if I’m running late because I got caught up with you, I’ll feel like a dick.” James deflates like a punctured balloon. She’d never been good at keeping a poker face anyway.

“They’re always going through a rough patch.” The words come out angry and bitter, a jab she immediately regrets when she sees Regulus’s face. The electricity in the air fizzles out until it feels stale, and Regulus’s eyes harden into something unreadable.

“I’ll be back later,” they say, standing and reaching for the buttons of their shirt.

“Regulus…” James stands and grips their hand as her stomach plummets. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair.”

Regulus stops and stares into her eyes, unblinking, until James is certain she will melt into the floor. And then they nod. “I’ll be back later.” Although their posture stays stiff, something in their face softens. Regulus has always been exceptional at holding onto anger, but something tells her that this time will be different.

Her heart pounds against her chest, and she wrings her hands as she watches as Regulus smoothes out their hair and walks over to the shoe rack to grab their black, combat boots. “Tell Barty that I hope he and Evan will be alright.”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean.” Their chuckle punctures the tension in the room, and James’s shoulders drop. “You should finish the joint while I’m gone.”

It’s not a half-bad idea. “Thanks.”

“And James?” They cross the room once more. “I love you.” When they smile, James returns it, closes her eyes, and leans their foreheads together.

“Love you too.”

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