Love and Other Curses

Mine {Young Remus}

"Good night. I had a great time," you tell your Ravenclaw boyfriend.

You attempt a smile at him. He smiles at you warmly.

"Yeah, me too Y/N. Thanks for staying with me."

"Anytime."

You wink at him. He chuckles lightly and leans down to kiss you. You try to kiss him fully, but you can't help but wish it to be a different person, preferably one with chocolate brown eyes.

"Good night," he tells you as you step into the Gryffindor Common Room.

You jump when you turn to see Remus Lupin standing in front of the fire.

"Oh, hey Remus. What're you still doing up?"

"I was waiting for you."

"Oh. How come?"

Your heart pounds in your chest.

"Y/N, I know you feel the attraction that I feel. You can try to deny it."

He pauses as if waiting for your denial.

"Good, you're not in denial at least. I just want to know why you were with that disgusting twat just now."

"Uhm, because he's my boyfriend."

"Is he now?"

"Uh, yes?"

"You don't sound too sure. Should we test this?"

"Huh?"

He steps up to you and grasps your jaw firmly before he pulls your lips to his. You immediately respond, unlike with your supposed boyfriend.

"Can he kiss you like that? Can he get you this flustered with just a kiss? Does he manage to get your pulse throbbing this fast Y/N?"

You shake your head rapidly.

"Then explain why you were with that twat when you have me."

"I-I don't know," you whisper pathetically.

He grabs your hips and starts biting your neck. You moan loudly.

"I have more wit."

He sucks harshly on your collar bone.

"I have a better kiss."

He nibbles under your jaw.

"I have a hotter touch."

He rubs his hands down your sides.

"I have a better fuck."

You suck in a breath as he starts to massage your arse cheeks.

"More than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie. You know it will always just be me, so what does that twat offer you that I don't?"

He doesn't let you answer.

He crashes his lips into yours, immediately demanding entrance. You give him his desire at once.

He steps forward, forcing you to step back. He keeps walking and kissing you until your back is against the wall.

He puts his hands on both sides of your head and places a knee between your legs. As he massages your tongue with his, he lifts his knee and starts kneading between your legs. You moan into his mouth and he starts kneading faster.

You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck for fear of falling. You hiss as the frigid air touches your suddenly naked body.

"Wandless magic. Isn't it great?"

He gives you a devious smile before he unbuttons his trousers and lets them and his boxers fall to his ankles. He kicks them somewhere behind him.

You grab the hem of his shirt and try to lift it, yearning to have his bare skin against yours. He steps out of your reach.

"Has he gotten you this needy Y/N? Do you beg for his touch?"

You shake your head desperately, telling him no.

"I didn't think so."

He slowly, teasingly lifts his shirt showing his toned, tanned chest. You can't take it any longer. You step to him and jerk his lips to yours. You eagerly run your hands through his silky hair.

He puts his hands on the back of your thighs, silently demanding you to jump. You do so with thrill.

He steps until your back is pressed against the wall. Without warning, he burrows deep inside of you. You whine in distress.

He pulls out and pushes back inside in one solid movement. You put your head in the crook of his neck and bite him. He groans and starts to pound into you faster. You moan out.

"I want you to let that twat in the Ravenclaw tower hear who makes you feel like this. Who makes you feel good?"

"Reeemus," you moan loudly.

"I can't hear you."

"Remus," you bellow out.

He continues to ram into you before you cum all over him. He continues his onslaught, chasing his own release. You suck on his neck, making sure that the spot will bruise.

Soon after, he spills inside of you. He keeps you pressed against the wall, without pulling out, as he kisses you slowly and meaningfully. He leans back and locks eyes with you. He slowly raises his hand and pushes a strand of hair off of your forehead.

"You're mine," he says sternly.

"Yours."