“I don’t know how you managed to convince me to do this,” Remus hisses, pushing you forward until you’re forced to brace the brunt of your weight against your forearms, which are resting upon the wooden table in the library.
You’re tucked into the back, away from the peeping eyes of curious students, and your backs are turned towards the back end of the library. I mean, why not, with Madame Pince out sick and a slumbering substitute in her place. Everything was pointing at YES! FUCK IN THE BACK OF A LIBRARY! but Remus was hesitant and you both actually need to study. Alas, you’ve resorted to cockwarming.
Despite the fact that he’s been dubbed the lesser mischievous of his troupe, he’s the mastermind, hiding behind the scenes and smooth-talking the rest of his mates out of being disciplined. He’s just as much trouble, he’s just better at not being caught.
“Hurry up! Wanna feel you,” You mewl in desperation, your forearms burning with the effort it takes to bear your weight.
“Patience, poppet. You’re not going to get anywhere by whining.” Remus tuts in a tantalizing manner, his fingers make quick work of his belt and button before he pulls down his zipper and shuffles around with his boxers.
He has you bent over the table with your pleated skirt flipped up over your perspiring hips with your glistening pussy, slick with your arousal in plain view.
Remus glances around you, specifically the entrance, assuring that there are no wandering eyes before he dips forward, pulling your clit between his lips and suckling at it until he’s able to pull his cock out of his boxers.
“You’re so wet, f’me, and you taste so good,” Remus muses as he releases his hold on his throbbing member and it comes back up to tap against his belly. “Alright now, pet, come down then. C’mere,” His fingers wrap around the curvature of your hips, pulling you far enough down until he grasps at his cock again, pressing the swollen head through your folds in lubrication.
“S’too much. Please, fill me up, please.” You’re gasping as though you’re suddenly deprived of air and your lungs are searing with tense anticipation for what he’s about to do.
“What did I say?” Remus sneers, nosing at the dip of your spine before sponging idle kisses along the expanse of it, even with the thin cotton that’s separating his lips from your soft flesh. “Patience.”
But he wastes no time in pushing the engorged head between your folds and into your drenched cunt.
He pulls you back onto his open lap until he’s balls-deep inside you, sitting snug inside your walls. You do your best to remain still, knowing any slight movement will have the gangly male keeling over in pleasure.
Yet, you do anyways, subconsciously, of course, when you straighten your spine and flip down your skirt so that it looks as though you’re merely sitting on the boy’s lap.
But the slight movement has Remus’ teeth sinking into his tongue to prevent any noises from spilling out into the back portion of the library.
You lean forward, fingers curling around the weathered textbook in front of you and flipping idly through his pages in search of a particular page.
“Oh! Here we go! Felix Felicis!” In your excitement, you shift once more, and you can feel the repercussions with the way Remus is digging crescent moons into the flesh of your thighs in a desperate effort to get you to stop moving.
“Sorry,” Your cheeks are rouging bashfully as you drag a finger over the worn pages, under the words so you can commit them to memory.
“S’alright, poppet. You’re taking me so well.” Remus pats at your thigh, wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to his chest so he can peer over your shoulder at the same words.
He rests his chin on your shoulder, humming as though this is but an innocent endeavor, doing his best to ignore the way your walls are fluttering around his oversensitive cock.
“You like taking my cock?” He inquires with such innocence as if it’s a question about the words you’re reading, eyes flitting across your visage to gauge your reaction.
You nod, slowly, as if hesitant, as you turn your gaze back to the textbook.
“Use your words, baby.” he chastises.
“Yes, D-”
But then you’re interrupted.
“Excuse me? Are you Remus Lupin?” Your eyes snap to the entrance of your little nook, eyebrows furrowing in surprise, and fear.
It’s this measly little first-year Gryffindor, quivering in shoes at the mere concept of talking to a seventh-year, nonetheless Head Boy.
And.. fuck. You’re going to get caught and scar an eleven-year-old in the process.
Remus clears his throat, jolting upright so he can get a proper view of the boy. His hands at your waist tighten as he adjusts you, but the movement sends pangs of pleasure up your spinal cord until it’s tugging on your vocal cords and you’re going to fucking moan. It’s itching at your throat and you have to clamp your jaw shut to refuse all semblance of noise.
“Y-Yeah. I’m Remus. What’s up, kiddo?”
“P-Professor McGonagall said that I-I needed to say hi because y-you’re the h-head b-boy..” He scratches at the back of his head, absolutely terrified.
Remus’ heart is tugged up into his throat and he clears it, desperate to just speak because he’s supposed to stand up and shake this boy’s hand. Instead, he’s forced to sit there, snug inside your cunt, and he sticks to just sticking out his palm for the boy to take.
“What’s your name?” You question when you shake his hand as well, surprised at how unmatched your decorum is.
“Nate.”
Remus’ cock is pulsing inside you.
“Well, Nate, welcome to Hogwarts.”
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