I rested my cheek on my hand as I watched Marcus Flint copying my History of Magic notes, he didn't have his, he never does. And after two months of tutoring him, I learned not to expect anything different. According to him, "The Slytherin Quidditch team captain has better things to worry about than History of Magic."
But in my ever-so humble opinion, if the team captain actually paid attention in History of Magic, he wouldn't need tutored in the first place. Not that he usually does anything anyway, I'm positive the only reason he still shows up is that Snape threatened to kick him off the Quidditch team if he didn't. I attribute the fact that he is working today to the lycanthrope sitting two tables away from us, his nose in some book about Grindylows.
I sighed and studied the aforementioned man, his hair was unruly and his eyes had dark circles under them, this moon cycle has really taken it's toll on him. If I had to guess, due to his disheveled appearance, the moon was just a little past it's first quarter.
As tired as he looked, he was restless, his foot tapping rapidly against the floor was the only sources of noise in this section of the library. His green eyes stayed focused on the same spot in his book, he hadn't turned a page in the last ten minutes. Leaving me to wonder what was causing him to lose focus?
I twirled my finger through my hair just to give me something to do besides sit and wait. Not that I minded waiting too much, it gave me time to let my mind wander to thoughts of Remus. How good he looked in class today. How good he always smells. How good his lips taste against mine. How good his cum tast-
Nope, nope, nope, enough wandering. I looked up -attempting to rope my mind back to where it needed to be- to see the man who entertained my thoughts now had his eyes trained on me, I quickly looked away.
Heat flushed through my body and I undid the two topmost buttons on my uniform in an effort to cool off. Remus was still watching me when I looked back in his direction, his eyes held a look that I had never seen before, and didn't care to see again "Are you done yet?" I asked Marcus.
"Almost," he mumbled, not looking up.
I sighed, "Geminio," I murmured, causing a duplicate of my notes to materialize. "There. You can copy the rest on your own time."
"Thanks," he said, stuffing the copy of my notes and his unfinished version into his bag, causing me to shutter as he wrinkled them both.
"Don't bother. Whats next?" I spared a look at the werewolf who was still watching us intently. I shot him a small smile and turned back to Marcus, who now had his Potions homework laying out in front of him.
It was easy enough, just a two foot long essay on how to make the Draught of Peace. I began to chew absentmindedly on my bottom lip as I went over it with him. "Okay, do you know the first step?"
He scrunched his caterpillar-like eyebrows in thought before shaking his head, indicating that he did not know. I huffed and then pointed to a passage on the open page of The Standard Book of Potions Year Seven. "Read," I said simply.
He looked at me like I gave him a foreign command, and I probably had. Telling Marcus to read his textbook was like telling a kindergartner to read the Iliad, neither of them had a clue what they were doing and neither of them gave a damn what it said. "The first step in making the Draught of Peace is adding powdered moonstone until the potion turns green." He read slowly.
"Now write." Marcus followed my order and began to re-write the passage in his untidy and barely legible scrawl. "In your own words, Marcus." I rolled my eyes and let out a humorless laugh.
"Miss Y/L/N, can I talk to you for a moment?" Remus' voice broke me out of my concentration and I jumped; I didn't see him walk up.
"Sure, what's up?" I asked not looking up from the parchment, I was in the middle of reading Marcus' latest paragraph and didn't want to lose my place.
"In my office."
"I'm in the middle of something right now, Rem- I mean, Professor." I stumbled over my words as I spared a glance up at him, Remus was glaring down at me, almost like he was angry; almost like he was jealous.
Don't be silly, Y/N. Why would Rem be jealous? I scolded myself. Remus jealous of Marcus Flint? I had to laugh. But still, the look on his face plagued me. "I-I yea, you can. I'll see you Friday, Marcus." I gave in under Remus' piercing stare.
Remus was quiet as he led me out of the library. It was late and there were only a few students still wandering the hallways. "Marcus is not slacking off in these tutoring sessions is he?" Remus queried as he nodded a greeting to a few second years. I let out an unladylike snort at his question. "I take that as a yes."
I nodded. "He might do better if it was someone besides me tutoring him," I was once again trying to wiggle my way out of the torture of spending 7 hours a week with Marcus. "He's more interested in Quidditch and flirting with the girls in the library than anything that I am teaching him."
Remus' jaw clenched as the last interest of Marcus Flint. "He doesn't flirt with you does he?" Remus' attempt to be nonchalant was in vain.
I sighed. So he was jealous, or at least it was starting to sound more and more like he was. The last thing thing that Remus had to worry about was me leaving him for Marcus. "Not usually," I knew better than to try and lie to him, but this wasn't technically a lie it was just... softening the truth.
"But he has before?"
"I mean, yea. But it's nothing to worry about, I always shut him down." That much was completely true. I checked to make sure the hallway was empty before giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'm yours." and that was true too.
Rem only sighed. It was moments like these where I wished I was a legilimens, I could dive into his head and learn everything that's troubling him. If I were a legilimens he'd have no choice but to let me in, although he'd probably learn occlumency just to spite me.
"You say that now," he grumbled as he pulled me into his classroom, not-so-gently shutting the door behind him. He turned toward me, taking my face into his hands and whispered. His baritone so low that I couldn't concentrate on anything else if I wanted to hear him, "But what about back there when you were flirting with Marcus?"
I snorted a small laugh. "Oh, yea. Because I definitely have it bad for Marcus Flint."
"Don't you dare try and brush this off." He ordered, his voice beginning to rise.
"Are you serious?" I asked the questions that kept repeating itself in my head. He couldn't be. How could he be? "What in the world are you talking about?" I asked incredulously.
"You know good and well what I'm talking about. Do you think I'm dumb? I saw the way you were twirling your fingers in your hair-"
"Because I was bored." I tried to stay calm despite his allegations but I wasn't doing a very good job. Did he really think I was going to cheat on him? With Marcus Flint of all people?
"-and unbuttoning your shirt-" He spoke through gritted teeth. He hated when I interrupted him, I made a point to do it again.
"Because I was getting too hot." I seethed.
"-and you were wet, Y/N, I could smell it." He was practically yelling as he made the final accusation.
"For you." I countered, giving in and yelling back. "I was wet for you, with your dumb messy hair and the stupid way you bite your lip when you read. God, why are you so-"
"So what, Y/N?" He ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes were trained on me waiting for a response.
"So oblivious. So mistrusting. So jealous."
The humorless laugh that he released sent chills down my spine and, as much as I was ashamed to admit it, a rush of heat to my cunt. He opened his mouth to retaliate, but I pressed my lips to his before the words could leave his mouth.
It took a beat before he kissed back, but when he did it was with fervor. His teeth locking on my top lip and gently pulling, causing me to hum at the new and pleasurable sensation. His hands found their way to my hair, and then to my chest, and then down to the waistband of my skirt where they made quick work of untucking my shirt.
"You really wanna know why I'm jealous, Y/N?" He growled, his voice sharp with anger and arousal. "Because you're mine, Y/N, and I don't fucking share, understand?"
I nodded, "M'all yours and only yours." I stood on my tiptoes and placed chaste kisses on the jawline of man I was devoted to.
"That's fucking right. M'gonna mark you up, gonna make sure everyone know just as well as you do who you belong to." He grasped my jaw, forcing me to stop my actions and look up at him.
"Do you want that?" His voice was softer this time. No trace of anger lingered, instead it was brimming with what could only be described as lust. His green eyes gave way to deeper depths as each word rolled off his tongue.
I knew what lay ahead. His voice was sweet now, but it was almost frightening how quickly it could change once I gave my consent. Or it would've been frightening if it wasn't so fucking hot.
"Yes, sir; please, sir." I whined, a feelings of anger quickly giving in to feelings of arousal. He easily threw me over his shoulder only seconds after the words were out of my mouth. I did my best to wriggle out of his grasp, but he delivered a harsh slap to the back of my thigh with a warning that there would be more where that came from if I didn't halt my movements. And though reluctantly, I obeyed.
"I can walk, you know." I retorted, giving my hips another test-wiggle and earning myself another slap.
"You won't be able to once I'm finished with you." He taunted as his hand closed around the knob of the door leading to his quarters. "I'll make sure of it."
His arm uncoiled from my waist as he dropped me down on the bed, where I landed with a giggle and a bounce. As I sat up Remus' hands were on me once more, he growled as he fumbled with the buttons of my shirts before giving up and ripping it apart.
"Fuck," He murmured at the sight of my breasts as I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders and deposited it somewhere in the the room. His next endeavor was unclasping my bra, leaving me completely bare from the wait up. He pushed me back onto my back as his knee found its place pressed up against my cunt and his mouth latching onto my neck, making good on the promise to mark me up.
I bucked my hips as his teeth sunk into the skin of my clavicle, sucking the first set of bruises onto my flesh. The second set was painted across my neck, sure to be visible tomorrow to anyone who saw me.
"Rem, how am I supposed to hide these?" I questioned.
"You're not." He said as though it was the simplest fact in the world.
I huffed as I ground my hips down on his knee, desperate to bring some friction to my core. "Be still," He scolded as he sprinkled hickeys along my shoulder and onto the tops of my breasts. "I'm not done yet."
"Yes, you are." I said as I summoned all of my strength to flip us over so that I was now on top. "It's my turn."
I knew if Remus wanted to he could just as easily flip us over again and pick up were he left off, but instead he sighed in contentment and raised his head, eagerly giving me access to his neck.
"That's it, pup" He groaned as I moved the collar of his light brown button-up aside and gently dug my teeth into the hollow part of his throat, designing more dark purple bruises by sucking blood to the surface.
I moaned around his flesh as his hands found their way to my thighs, flipping up my skirt and trailing along the elastic of my underwear. His fingers dipped along the hem and I accidentally bit harder than I had meant to while leaving a hickey between the junction of his ear and jaw.
"Careful now, doll." Remus patted my bottom firmly, a warning but not yet a reprimand.
"M'sorry, Professor." I felt his dick twitch in his pants at the sinful use of his everyday title. I tentatively rolled my hips, shivering at the feeling of the cool metal of his belt buckle pressed against my clothed core, and eliciting a moan from the man below me.
"Just like that, my love." He keened as I licked over a hickey sucked strategically over his sweet spot. His hands moving from my ass to my exposed breasts, cupping them and squeezing, leaving large hand prints along with the love bites, before flicking and pinching my nipples, causing me to moan out at the painful pleasure.
"Need more." I moaned as I arched my back from the stimulation.
"You know that that's not how you ask." He scolded, but didn't stop his movements.
"Please, sir, touch me more." I mustered, begging as politely as possible.
Much to my satisfaction he gave in, flipping us over once more and sliding himself down on the bed between my legs. "Up," He murmured tapping my hip, so that he could slide off my skirt and panties. I obeyed, eager to have the professor's tongue between my thighs.
On his assent back up to my core he alternated between placing hickeys and leaving quick kisses upon my legs and thighs. "Such a pretty little cunt. My pretty little cunt." He cooed
"Please," I was getting more and more impatient as the anticipation built up. I reached down to tangle my hands in the lycanthrope's sandy brown hair, subtly using it to guide him to my quivering cunt.
"So desperate." He tutted as his mouth was inches away from my pussy. "It's almost pathetic." His breath tingled against the sensitive skin and bucked my hips closer instinctively.
His huge scared and callused hands came down to hold me firmly in place as he licked the first stripe up my slit. It was a good thing they did too, because just that little bit of stimulation had me withering in pleasure. I bucked up as the rough bristles of his mustache made contact with my clit.
"Are you going to keep wiggling around or are you gonna hold still and take it?" Remus growled before repeating the action, this time my wiggling became more subdued. "That's it." He praised my effort to obey.
All self-restraint went out the window as his mouth attached itself to my clit. He practically made me scream with the onslaught stimulation. My bundles of nerves was already sensitive and it only increased tenfold with all of his dirty talk and teasing.
"Feels so good, Daddy." I moaned as I wound my hands tighter in his hair, slightly pulling and causing the man between my thighs to groan pleasurably, sending vibrations through my clit and up my spine.
His ring finger fumbled around my entrance before slowly sinking inside of me. He added a second finger before curling them upwards, hitting my g-spot with cunning expertise.
His tongue traced circles and zig-zags across my button, making me see stars and causing my cunt to clench, amplifying the pleasure. "M'gonna cum, sir. Please let me cum." I was begging unabashedly now. Remus hummed a confirmation of his permission against my body.
"Thank you, Daddy." I expressed my gratitude as I felt my body give in to release, knowing just how much Remus appreciated manners and subconsciously searching for his praise, which I rejoiced in when he gave.
"Such a good girl. And so polite." He praised, stroking my inner thigh and chuckling a bit when his hand brushed against my cunt causing me to flinch.
"Rem-" I tried but he cut me off.
"That isn't my name."
"D-daddy," I tried again, to satisfy the man between my legs.
"Dumb puppy so fucked out she can't even speak? That was just one orgasm, darling, I'm not even close to being done with you."
"M'not dumb." I snapped without thinking, my voice holding a bratty tone that Remus had made clear he wasn't fond of. Right away I knew I had messed up. Just as quick as the praise had came, it vanished.
"Let's hope you know more about suckin' cock than you do about keeping that fuckin' mouth shut. Get on you knees, I'll show you how your mouth's supposed to be used." He snarled.
I thought about not obeying, testing the limits of my brattiness just to see what he would do, but when I glimpsed the piercing stare of his forest green eyes I lost any edge that I had left.
"Yes, sir." I tried to sound as innocent as possible, like I wasn't tempted to go to hell with the rules, to earn some sympathy. I clambered down on my knees in the position he had spent so much time training me to hold.
Hands behind my back, my left hand clasped around my right wrist. My chest out and mouth open. My eyes trained on him, watching, waiting, for his next move. Holding as still as possible, no shifting, and absolutely no wiggling.
He grunted as he rose from the bed, taking careful steps toward me, stopping only when he was inches away from me. His eyes stayed on mine, my body shivered as the awareness of eye contact knocked me senseless.
He smirked, liking the way I squirmed with anticipation from below him. Though I couldn't see it, and I didn't dare look away from Remus' eyes to try and get a glimpse, I heard the buckle of his belt jingle as he was slipping it off.
"Hold your hair up for me, pup." He commanded. I obeyed, unclasping my hands to gather the hair that fell across my shoulders and back. I watched as he squatted down, eyes finally at my level.
I felt the smooth leather slide around my neck and the cool metal buckle coming to rest at my throat. He clasped it so that it wrapped loosely around my neck and held the long end of the belt like a leash.
"Too tight?" He asked, slipping two fingers between the makeshift collar and my neck.
"No, sir." My voice came out wavered, not by nerves but by excitement.
He stood back up, the "leash" forcing me to sit up straighter. "If it gets too tight or to be too much I want you to tap my thigh, okay?" He instructed, looking into my eyes for any sign of unsurety, which he didn't find.
Every one of my nerves vibrated with anticipation. "Yes, sir" I answered eagerly.
"Show me." His voice authoritative. I tentatively tapped my index finger to the side of his clothed thigh thrice and waited for his response.
"Good girl." He praised, leaning down to envelope my lips in a kiss. I whined when he pulled away.
"One more?" I pleaded, and hummed in contentment when he complied. He tasted like toffees and something bittersweet and unidentifiable. I soon realized that taste was me, or, really, my slick.
"Open" He said when he broke the kiss, lightly tapping on my lips so that I would get the idea. His voice lacked the softness that it had held previously now that consent was established, and instead was now brimming with it's usual dominance.
I swirled my tongue in my mouth, collecting saliva on the tip of it, before opening my mouth. I watched as Remus dropped the leash to take of his pants, the slight pressure dropping off of my neck.
I watched as he shimmied out of his khakis and underwear, allowing his hard cock to spring free. I moaned wantonly as I saw it. In my humble opinion it was one of his better features. What is lacked in girth it made up for in length. He was at the very least seven inches. His shaft lined with bulging veins that dragged deliciously inside of me.
But the best part was the skill and expertise that he used it with. He always knew how fast or slow to go, when to move and when to stop, and where all the places that would make you crumble were. He had self-control and never came too quickly, but sex was never too dragged out.
Remus picked up the long end of the belt again and placed the tip of his cock on my tongue. "I know you know how to take it." Was all he said as he thrust into my mouth, causing me to gag around him.
He didn't stop on the account of my discomfort, in fact it may have only encouraged him to go faster. He used the belt to pull me closer to him, forcing me to take more of him into my mouth. I moaned as the heavy head of his cock batted against my uvula.
His hands wrapped themselves in my hair, his short square fingernails digging into my scalp. I keened at the pleasure that came along with the sharp pain. I wiggled my hips, feeling myself getting slicker from his rough treatment.
I did my best to use my tongue like how he showed me to, small slow swirls and flicking quick stripes along the shaft and head, while simultaneously keeping my teeth out of the way. I opened wider as the base of his cock slid into my throat.
A deep moan plunged from his chest, "Good girl," he cooed breathlessly. My knees were beginning to ache. The belt putting an uncomfortable, but not unpleasurable, pressure on my neck.
Spit ran down my chin. My jaw was only becoming more and more sore with each thrust. My throat cried for mercy, but the sight of Remus above me was enough to silence all complaints.
His green eyes squeezed shut. His mouth open in an "O", releasing what might have been the prettiest, most sensual, sound I had ever heard. Honey brown hair stuck up in every which way. His head fell back, exposing his neck painted with hickeys.
Mine. I thought as I looked at each of the marks, feeling a bit of the same sort of possessiveness that fueled the man myself. It only made me want to obey him that much more. I was a good girl; I was his good girl.
I would show him I was his. I would take all of his cum, down my throat, on my tits, on my face; wherever he pleased. Let him cover me with it. Let him mark me with it. I was his to use. Only his.
"Gonna cum on your pretty fuckin' face" He growled vociferously as he pulled out. He began to pump his cock feverishly. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the warm cum soon to be painted onto my face.
His moans became gasps as he edged closer to the cliff of release. With one short gasping breath he came. White, hot, piquant, seed blanketed my features. Semen sliding down my cheeks and into my mouth. I hummed at the flavor that was unmistakably him.
He pulled me up by the belt, connecting his lips to mine as I fully stood up. He pulled away for a slight second."So fucking pretty." He sighed before connecting his lips to mine again before disconnecting once more. "Even more so when you're covered in hickeys and my cum."
I hummed as I stood on my tip-toes, straining my neck, desperate to feel his lips on mine again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. "Fuck me." I whispered my blatant request devilishly in his ear.
I felt his cock twitch against my stomach and I dropped a hand from his neck to pump it back to full mast. The leash fell slack as his hands found my waist and lightly squeezed, his control faltering only for a second as he gave in to his instincts and thrust into my hand, letting out a high, almost submissive, moan as he did so.
"Bed." He ordered, dominance and control picking right back up. I didn't hesitate to obey, quickly scrambling over to the bed and bending down onto it, sticking my ass in the air.
I couldn't see Remus come up behind me but I heard his footsteps come closer. Sure enough, a few seconds later he was lining his tip up with my hole and picking up the leash.
We moaned in sync as he slowly pushed in, filling me up inch by inch until our bodies were pressed together as one. He waited for my queue -a wiggle of my hips- before moving in long, slow thrusts, letting me get used to the penetration.
"Harder, sir." I begged, my voice plagued with the ecstasy that came with the feeling of inching toward climax. He obliged me, picking up the pace and the intensity of his thrusts. Obscene sounds of moans, grunts, and skin against skin circulated around the room.
Without warning, he jerked me back against his chest using the belt. His hands curled around my waist, keeping me in place. The new position allowed for new sensations, the beginnings of a second release began bubbling in the pits of my stomach.
My head came to rest on his shoulder as our bodies rocked in tandem. I began to gyrate my hips in time with his thrusts, searching for the exact angle that would let him hit my g-spot, and moaning when I found it.
"That feel good, darling?" He asked rhetorically. I moaned and in response he began pistoning his hips to hit that spot every time. My eyes rolled back into my head, mouth open in a silent scream. My face covered with an unappealing mixture of spit, sweat, tears, and cum.
"Remember this next time you see Marcus Flint. Remember who makes you cum like this. Who mark you like this. Whose cum fills you up this good. It's me, not fucking him, me." He growled as his hips gave a few final thrusts before release took over him; as it took over us both.
***
"Remmy?" I asked as he held my limp, exhausted, and used body in his arms. We were both clean and post-shower, where a few more much softer rounds had taken place. "You know that I'm yours, right?"
Remus grunted in response.
"And you know that never in a million years would I dream of flirting with Marcus Flint, or anyone for that matter, because I love you. Because you're just as much mine as I am your's." I turned to face him.
His eyes were like a dog's, sad and hopeful at the same time. "But you could have someone better. Someone younger. Someone less scared and calloused. And-"
I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. "But I don't want any of those things. I want you. Only you."
"And you have me."
"And you have me. Without a doubt. Without any questions. Remus Lupin, I am completely and wholeheartedly yours."
"Promise?"
"Swear it."