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sweet cherry | remus lupin !

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synopsis: remus finds your tie in the library and takes good care of it.

content warning: slight stalker!remus, pillow humping, male masturbation

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¡ part two: cherries & cream !

Remus couldn’t remember when he had begun to look at you.

Perhaps it had been back in your first year attending Hogwarts University when you shyly sat down next to him in your potions lesson. Your skirt was too short and you shifted uncomfortably, tucking one of your legs under the other at the knees, closing them tightly. Remus couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on your soft skin, trailing down to your cute, frilly white socks with little embroidered cherries and back up to the rising hem of your skirt. He liked how you made an effort to conceal yourself all while showing far too much. You seemed innocent, your discomfort under his gaze made that evident. You brought your hands down to tug at your skirt, your eyes finding Remus’ as you have him a shy smile. He didn’t return it, he stared blankly at you for a long moment before turning his attention away from you and towards Professor Slughorn.

Regardless of when it started, Remus had since become accustomed to following you around with his eyes.

He had followed you into the library, eyes flickering above the pages of his recent read to your lively smile and precious giggle. You needed to size up your uniform, he wondered if you knew that. Your skirt was still far too short and your button up hugged your breasts tightly. It was common amongst muggleborn alumni to sport ill-fitting uniforms. Mary Macdonald was an example of that. And sure, you often had your cloak to cover you and keep you modest, but there were times - too many times for Remus’ liking - where you would be too distracted to keep up with it. You’d set it aside and prance around leaving little for the imagination.

Remus couldn’t fully say that he was bothered by it. While he wasn’t keen on the stares he’d catch being directed at you, he did enjoy the view of your knee high socks hugging your plush thighs, sinking into the skin and creating a slight indent. He knew they’d leave some sort of mark, a memory of the way they’d cling to you and kept you concealed. He often fantasized of ripping them off you and leaving kisses on the marks they’d left.

Your skirt did little to hide your panties as you bent over, giving Remus a glance at your pretty little cunt covered in your delicate panties. Your puffy pussy looked so beautiful pushing against the fabric, aching to be released. He could only imagine how beautiful your puffy cunt would look sinking down on his cock, squeezing him tightly.

You were a virgin, he knew. Rumors had run rampant in your second year. You had refused to sleep with Amos Diggory, claiming you had yet to be deflowered. He had run around the day following your date, boasting about how he had popped your sweet cherry. His blood boiled as Sirius recounted the story over supper, he resisted the urge to aim his dinner knife straight towards his head and steal you away to his own bed.

That was until he had found you crying in the corner of the library where you stood now, your best friend at your side as you sobbed that it wasn’t true. You were too scared to even have his fingers invade your little hole. Remus felt a wave of satisfaction knowing you were still his innocent little virgin.

Presently, your hands rested on the table, holding up your weight as you lifted yourself off the ground using your arms and your core. Your legs were crossed as they lifted off the floor, your pink panties poking from under your skirt as you spoke to your friend. His eyes were glued to your soft skin, sun rays entering the library and illuminating your figure.

Remus quickly looked down at his book, as you scanned the room. Your feet returned to the ground and your friend gathered her stuff to leave. He shuffled his feet under the table as he felt your gaze land on him. He appeared to look concentrated as he tried to memorize the feeling of the burn of your stare on him. Your friend called out to you and your eyes snapped away from him. A chill ran up Remus’ spine.

You left the library and Remus kept his eyes down for a few extra minutes. As soon as he knew the coast was clear, he looked up and gave your now empty table a quick glance. His eyes landed on a blue fabric laying over one of the chairs. He squinted to get a better look. It was your tie.

He looked around the room, ensuring no one was looking as he stood and took long strides towards the table. Tucking the tie into his bag, as inconspicuously as could. His felt an electric wave run up from his hand as he touched the soft fabric. The tie had touched your skin, it had been held in in your delicate hands, wrapped around hour pretty neck… Oh.

Remus yearned to feel it under his fingers and around his whole body. Wishing to be completely engulfed by the scent and feel of the tie, a likeness of your body.

He headed straight for his dorm, sneaking past Peter and James who sat in the common room playing wizarding chess together. He bursted through the door and kicked off his shoes. He inspected the bathroom for signs of Sirius. None.

He grasped the tie as he dove into his bed and shut the curtains, mutter a quick spell to sound proof his bed. He ripped his shirt open, not bothering with half the buttons. He unbuttoned his pants one hand as he wrapped the tie around the other tightly. He pulled his pants down, his cock springing free. He hadn’t realized he’d gotten so hard. With his focus now on his cock, he felt the painful ache of desire. His thumb rubbed against the fabric around his hand, he shivered.

He took his free hand and wrapped it around his base. He let out a moan, taking his hand up and down. His head fell back as he raised the hand with your tie and held it to his nose. It smelled of sweet cherries.

He remembered the same saccharine scent lingering around you like a cloud of hypnotizing sweetness. In your second year, you had forgotten your textbook. You bashfully asked Remus if he would mind sharing his own. He nodded as he looked at you, the sun acting like a halo over your head. How could he say no to you? You smiled brightly, thanking him with your sugary voice. You moved your seat closer to him, stopping when you were elbow to elbow. Your sweet scent filling up his senses at your proximity. Similar to how it was now as he inhaled the fragrant smell.

His hand tightened around his cock as he groaned. He pumped quickly, yearning for a release. He tightened his grip even further, almost painfully so as he reached the tip. His mind wandered to your lips wrapped around your cherry flavored candy. Hard candy, gummy candy, lollipops. You sucked so gleefully on them, the red staining your lips. He groaned, he needed more.

He moved towards the head of his bed, situating himself above his pillow. His cock hit the pillow and he let out a shaky breath. He took the tie and draped it over his shoulders, the fabric caressing his scarred skin. He began to thrust into the pillow, flashes of your perky ass and tits, your hair, your bright eyes, your supple skin, your delicious aroma.

He let out a growl after a particularly rough thrust, his mouth reaching down to bit your tie. He held it in his mouth as he mercilessly thrusted into the pillow, thought of you filling in entirely. He could only imagine your honeyed moans and cries as you writhed beneath him in pleasure. You’d beg for him to slow down, but he wouldn’t. Too caught up in the feeling of your puffy pussy.

He came as he bit down harshly on the fabric. His eyes shutting tight and a final flash of your sweet self in his mind.