Remus Lupin Oneshots

"Ready for round two?"

Well.. it hasn't been just this one round. There was also the time. I was shoved into broom closets, fucked like it was our last time and exited said broom closets looking as if I had dealt with a hurricane that left purple marks adorning my body like a canvas. Or the time we met at the Perfects bathroom at midnight and stayed in the water until I couldn't walk. Or all the times he sneaked into my room putting in good use not only my bed but my shower, my desk, my mirror, and pretty much all my furniture if I am being honest. Or when.... well you got the gist of it.
All this was a fun experience, but still, there was a gaping hole in my heart. Sure he said he loved my laugh, the sounds I made, the way I tasted and he did stay with me every single time, taking care of me. But that didn't soothe my aching heart. The way it stung when all the girls not just flirted with him but threw themselves at him. He was mine ... wasn't he?
I dismissed all these thoughts trying to focus on Alfred, my potions partner, a Hufflepuff boy that was struggling with the lesson. He was sitting way too close to me and was trying to have some kind of physical contact with me. But that didn't affect me. He wasn't the one that with a single touch he could drive me crazy. Or just his mere presence, his scent, his body heat... Remus on the other hand, was something.
He was also watching me. His gaze dug holes in the poor boy's head. Soon all this will be over. I will go back to my room, and take a nice hot shower. And that was exactly what happened. Until the clock struck 1:23, that was when a thud sounded outside the dorm and a low swearing voice. Remus, he was here.
He entered the dorm easily, picking up the lock. Without missing a beat, he walked confidently towards my bed, getting atop of me and kissing me senseless. Discarding my clothes and letting them fly in every possible direction. Kissing and marking up every inch of my skin, paying special attention to my breasts. And then kissing a straight line across my collarbones
"You smell like him. His cologne is all over you." Every single one of his movements is done with precision. His hand startles me as he starts, rubbing my clit with his thumb. "You're mine. Only mine. If that bastard ever comes close to you ..." I didn't know he could be so territorial. So jealous. So ... committed.
He is teasing me now. Playing with my folds, using only one of his fingers, enough to drive me wild and over the brink of insanity, enough to hit all the right spots. Enough to delay the oncoming orgasm and make this as painful as possible.
"Who makes you feel good?"
"You."
"Scream my name, sweetheart. Let the world know who you belong to." He says as a hand comes hard down my pussy. Making a startled yelp leave my lips.
"Remus."
"What is it, love?" Says the taunting son of a bitch. "Say what I want to hear. And you will get the special treatment tonight."
"I'm yours. Only yours. Please."
"Atta girl. Now let the fun begin." With this he stands up and walks back towards the edge of the bed, whilst holding my calves, dragging me too, until only half of my ass is touching the bed. He gets down on his knees and starts kissing my thighs. That was how I found myself like this.
My body was desperately trying to get away from his mouth, a squeal ripping from my lungs as his hands kept such a firm hold on my thighs. Keeping my legs spread open for him, giving him easier access to my cunt from what felt like endless hours of orgasm after orgasm. Cum after cum, Remus spitting into my open pussy just so he could delve back in with his tongue and open mouth, lapping up as much of me as possible. He was insatiable, all low moans and growls against my sensitive flesh. His eyes scrunched so tight that a crease was forming between his brows. Mumbling every few minutes statements of ‘right there?’ and ‘aw, poor thing.’ when I squealed and kicked in overstimulation.
“One more, pretty. One more.” He spoke into the velvety part of my cunt. That was the biggest lie ever. It was always ‘one more’ with him. One more turned into two, and then after that, I’d likely pass out cold from exhaustion. But it was worth it for him. He was fucking feral off of me. Mixing Jealous Remus and Full Moon Remus could never have a good result.
“I can’t!” I sobbed out, a sharp gasp falling from your lips as he pushed his face and nose even further against you, something I didn’t believe was even possible, despite all my pathetic attempts to keep him away. His knees dug harshly into the floor to keep him steady. He was almost lifting my hips from the mattress as he ate me out like his last meal. Drank me in like he was a man that wandered the desert for days on end.
It was obvious from the start that Remus had a particular liking when it came to eating me out, in fact, he was often rather enthusiastic about it. If anything he begged to go down on me whenever we had sex. He was just so obsessed with how I tasted; better than any Butterbeer or chocolate no matter the price, a finer meal than anything else on earth. So when I tried to push him away, tried to make a feeble attempt to interrupt his dining, trying to take away his favourite thing in the world, it was no wonder he was acting like a madman.
Overstimulation wasn’t rare with Remus, in fact, it was pretty common. As he nuzzled his nose against my clit he said "There's no running from this dove you're at my mercy now."
At this point, tears are streaming down my face, and my throat feels so sore. Everything is just too much. But that doesn't make him stop. So when I cross that euphoric blurred line, he is there and he doesn't stop, claiming everything my body offers him. Next thing I know I am face down duried into a pillow and my ass is up in the air. He is already inside of me, his hand placed on my shoulder blades as it moves towards the back of my throat, keeping me immobile. Not that I would have any energy left to do anything.
He sets a relentless pace, driving one orgasm after the other for both of us. And yet his movements never stop, it seems almost impossible. How could someone do such a thing?
Him, apparently. Because all our previous releases are coating not only my cunt and his cock but they are also ruining the sheets. He is getting sloppy now, his stamina is running thin as he pulls my hair and brings me right to his lap.
That's how tomorrow finds me. The first light of the sun illuminates the room. Finally giving Remus the perfect view. Seeing how he enters me again and again as his hips move upwards with enough force to make my tits bounce painfully, he uses my hips as leverage moving them up and down bouncing them. My voice is long lost as I cum for the last time and we both collapse to the bed. His cock was still inside me, keeping every last drop of our releases in place.
There is no way I will be walking any time soon.