#professorkink

"Did you really have to misbehave in class today like that?" Remus asked lightly. He was sitting behind his desk, wearing those delectable brown robes, and not even looking at you as he graded homework. You were a bit put out. You'd tried so hard to get a detention and he wouldn't even look at you!

You had been thinking of very naughty things in class, knowing that Remus liked to go into your head when you were slacking off, wondering what you were thinking. Specifically, dirty things about you and him.

The two of you had been dating since the beginning of the year, falling for each other very quickly. However, despite you being seventeen years old and of age, it was still illegal for a student and Professor to have a sexual relationship. This unfortunately meant that the two of you had to sneak around to see each other.

Which was exactly why you had gotten detention! So that the two of you could spend time alone and no one would care or be suspicious!

"I wanted to get detention to spend the night with you." You mumbled. "You know that's all I was doing."

"And I told you that we can't spend the night before a full moon together. I'm too much like a wolf on these nights Y/N, even if I don't actually turn until tomorrow night. I could hurt you and I refused to do that." Remus said firmly.

"You're not going to hurt me Remmy!" You protested, "And you know I like it rough anyways, so what's the problem?"

He sighed, pausing in his writing, fingers flexing around the quill, "I'm to strong, don't you understand that? I could break you. Crush you."

Yeah. . . all his words were doing was making your more and more aroused. You'd always been a thrill-seeker (probably one of the reasons you were even brave enough to sneak around with a Professor) and his words were calling you to your wild side.

"Remmy, you sound like Edward from Twilight." You deadpanned.

He scowled. He hated Twilight. He thought the werewolves had it to easy and he envied that they loved being Werewolves. That they found it enjoyable when he found it to be the worst part of his existence. That it was part of the reason he sometimes thought about killing himself. And the only reason he didn't was because of his morals, his work, his optimism about life, and now you.

"It doesn't work like that Y/N. That's a book, a fiction written to give Vampires and Werewolves good names and features. I don't work like that. I'm dangerous, I could hurt you. I could kill you. Even worse, I could turn you."

"Not tonight." You whispered, finally getting up from where you were sitting, to walk around his desk and straddle one of his thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck, nudging his cheek so that he looked at you. "Remmy, I know that sometimes I can be a bit of a brat, but I love you. And tonight, sure you might be a little rough, but I don't mind and you know that. You know you won't hurt me. I know you won't."

"And what if I do?" His voice cracked, "What if I do hurt you?"

You paused, thinking it over. "Then it heals and we move on and I'll know it was just a little accident. Remmy, I'm asking for this, knowing all of the consequences. I don't care."

He groaned, suddenly throwing his head back, "You smell so good."

You flushed, knowing he was referring to the arousal dripping into your knickers between your legs. "Well, I can't help it. I have a dangerous side and all your words are doing is appealing to me. Your fault." You grinned cheekily. You were starting to get needy, moving yourself against his thigh quickly. "So please?"

Suddenly, his eyes darkened, his hands coming to still you on his thigh. "You want to cum?"

"I do, yes, please make me cum!" You begged.

He smirked, "Well I still have homework to grade so-" You whined and he pinched your lips together with his fingers and continued, "-you can get yourself off on my thigh while I finish. And then, if you can finish yourself on my thigh without using any fingers or anything but my thigh, I will pound you into the bed like you want me to."

And there went the arousal pooling between your legs again. At this point, you were surprised even you couldn't smell it.

"Do I have to take my clothes off?" You asked.

"Yep. You're not going to use those cute pink knickers of yours to help you out." He grinned, "Get to work, I've got quite a bit of homework to grade."

You stood up, stripping off the black skirt you wore for your school uniform, and then paused. "How did you know my knickers were pink?"

"Darling, I always know what you're wearing underneath that skimpy little outfit of yours." He growled. "I know the bra is matching as well."

You blushed, pulling the soaked knickers off. You actually really liked the set that you were wearing. It made you feel both sexy and cute at the same time, with the lace and tiny little bows on the side.

You folded the skirt up, setting on the side chair, but threw your knickers in the dirty clothes. They were unwearable now. You set your black cloak aside, unbuttoning the white skirt, folding up the articles of clothing before removing the pink bra as well, leaving you completely bare.

You unbuttoned his pants, and he lifted his hips up to help you pull them down around his ankles, before you straddled his thigh again.

The only touch he gave you was his arm, wrapped loosely around your waist.

You grabbed his shoulders with your hands, and then got to work. You shifted your hips back and forth on his thigh. The hair of his legs did help give a sort of stimulation, though not as much as you needed.

He chuckled, "So wet darling. Naughty little pup."

You whined softly at his teasing. You really just wanted him to lift you off his thigh and fuck you into the bed.

You envisioned the various positions that he could make love to you in, as you dragged your clit across his thigh over and over. You sped up, trying to gain more friction. You could feel the slight onslaught of an orgasm, but the level was still low and you were feeling desperate.

You wanted to check and see how much homework he had left to grade. It seemed like he was finishing them a mile a minute, and you were getting desperate. You really needed him to fuck you tonight, you had to cum before he finished.

You whined again, grinding down on his thigh, trying to gain friction. It was building up, but at snail pace. You moved even faster, dragging your clit over his thigh again and again. Tears of desperation fell down your cheeks and the wetness of your eyes made your mascara run slightly.

Remus loved seeing you coming apart like this and he just grew harder as he attempted to grade the homework as quickly as possible. All of his senses were heightened. He could smell how aroused you were; a sweet, delicious scent that had driven him over the edge, giving in long before you had begged for him. He could hear all of your small whimpers and the way that your skin was dragging along his. He could feel your entire body trembling with need, could literally feel your desperation. He saw how your cheeks were flushed, how your eyes were a mess, and how you clung to him, trying so hard to get off on his thigh.

He couldn't wait to taste you. His tongue was literally tingling just thinking about your taste, saliva building up in his mouth and he quickly swallowed.

"Please." You begged, wanting him to take control. You wanted him to help you because you couldn't do it yourself. "I can't Remmy, please?"

He made a tsking noise with his tongue, seemingly unbothered by your pleas. In reality, he almost gave in right then and there. It took every fiber of his being not to react. "Now pup, a deal is a deal."

You cried out, burying your face in his shoulder, rotating your hips. You twisted them, rolled them, and tried every trick in the book. The orgasm was just there, you could feel it. It was like a knot that was built up in your stomach, just waiting to be released.

He felt your thighs shaking and slammed the quill down, picking you up in a matter of seconds. You let out a wanton cry at losing your orgasm, nearly bursting into tears right then and there. He strode across the room, slamming you down on the bed.

You caught your breath, only to lose it again as he buried his face between your legs, sucking hard at your clit and you released all over his tongue, crying out his name so loudly, Filch would've come running if the silencing charms weren't on.

"I know." Remus said in a husky voice, "You were supposed to finish on my thigh. But I just had to taste you. And now, I'll fuck you like there's no tomorrow. How do you like that?"

"Remus. . ." You mumbled, "Please. I love you so much. Just ruin me."