Worked Up Remus
His mind was running wild all day. The full moon was driving him crazy, no more than she did though. God she had managed to rile him up with a few sentences and had left him with a throbbing cock and unable to shout back at her pride-filled face for the witty comeback she had fired at him. But she was unaware of his aching cock that practically begged her to fuck her.
He was now laying in his bed having decided to deal with that problem. Removing his pants and boxers he started teasing himself the way he knew she would do. Running his fingertip against the angry red tip of his cock barely grazing it. He started moving his hand up and down slowly fisting himself, the precum that has already leaked being enough to make his movements more pleasurable. A tight grip as tight as her pussy would be. He closed his eyes, picturing her underneath him, at his mercy, looking up at him helplessly as he would pound inside her with an animalist pace.
He would turn her around, taking her from behind, making sure his thrusts would be so hard to leave imprints on her, turning her ass red and turning her clit into an oversensitive mess from his balls slapping against her. He stilled his hand and started driving his hips into his fist trying to recreate his racing thoughts in some way. He changed the scenario in his head, making it unfold differently. Her legs resting on his shoulders as he would fuck so hard into her, making her feel the springs of the bed groaning against her back and moving her slightly with the force of his thrusts towards the top of the bed, as she would try to steady herself by grabbing the headboard. He would bury his head in her chest capturing her perky nipples as her breasts would bounce.
That's more like it, he thought. He knew that what he was doing was ever so morally wrong but it didn't seem enough, he needed more. He needed to have her fucked out in his bed, begging for more as both of their previous releases would flow out of her, his name a permanent mantra in her mouth being cried out in ecstasy or whispered like a dirty secret. He didn't care either way as long as he would be the one to make her come undone repeatedly. His body was covered in sweat now, saying her name under his breath, trying to compose some of his dignity from his friends, in case they walked in and he didn't hear them being lost in her imaginary curves and sounds. He had to be obsessed by now, only being able to think about her instead of his classes.
He was close. So close. And yet everything he did to take away the edge and pleasure himself wasn't enough anymore. He couldn't handle these filthy thoughts of her without being able to make them come true. He came in his hand staining it. He should have felt relaxed and ecstatic but he found himself wishing for more. Wishing for her to be here. He had officially lost his mind. He should mark the day that the insufferable girl he always bickered with became the only one who could give him pleasure.