Captain Jugaddu

Her flat was dimly lit when they got inside. The light from the street painted long, gloomy shadows across the living room. Remus perched on the arm of the sofa. He never quite knew what to do with himself at this stage, despite the countless time he’d been in this exact situation before.

“You want a drink?” she called from the kitchen.

“Depends on what you’ve got,” He feigned nonchalance, “You know I’ve got a terrible weakness for shitty wine.”

“Luckily for you, I’ve got a plethora of shitty wine.”

Remus followed her into the kitchen, like she was tugging him towards her with an invisible rope, his eyes were locked on her every movement as she flittered around the kitchen.

“Should I ask why you have such a wide selection of shitty wine?” he asked, leaning against the wall and watching as she rummaged through the cupboards.

“Nope.” she pulled out two bottles and thrust them towards him, “Red or white?”

He pretended to consider, the whole situation seeming trivial as they both knew the real reason that she had invited Remus back to hers.

“Red.”

She hummed in response, reaching up to grab two glasses from the shelf. Her shirt lifted up as she stretched, revealing a strip of skin that Remus couldn’t peel his eyes away from.

She made of show of searching for the corkscrew because, obviously, it would have been too easy to pick a bottle with a screw top. Then, finally, glugged the wine into the glasses.

Remus moved slowly until he was stood right behind her, leaning in with his hands braced on the counter either side of her hips.

“You’re enjoying this.” he murmured, breath hot against her neck, “Making me wait.”

“Hm?” she turned her head just slightly, catching his gaze over her shoulder, eyes wide with faux innocence.

He exhaled a quiet laugh and slid one hand to rest lightly on her waist, “Tease.”

“I’m doing no such thing.” she smiled, handing him the glass, “You’re just impatient.”

Remus didn’t move from his position behind her. His eyes were fixed to where his fingers were lingering on her skin, “Bullshit.” he whispered, “You’re just testing me. Seeing how long I can keep my hands to myself.”

She turned and smirked at him over the rim of her glass, “You’re not doing a very good job of it, are you?”

Her tongue darted out over the wine that stained her bottom lip and Remus felt his heartbeat quicken.

“Are you trying to drive me insane?”

“Yes.” she replied smugly.

His voice dropped, rough, ragged and barely holding on. Sharply, he spun her around, backing her against the counter, “Keep pushing me.” his breath fanned over her face, “See what happens when I stop playing polite.”

“I wasn’t aware that you were playing polite.”

“You have no idea how hard I’m trying to not throw you over my shoulder and carry you to the nearest bed. You’re making it incredibly difficult to be a gentleman.”

She laughed, one hand coming up to rest on the side of his face, “I never asked you to be a gentleman.”

“You’re a menace.” he shook his head, looking down at her, “You want me to snap, don’t you?”

“A little, yes. That’s the point, isn’t it?”

Remus’ nostrils flared as he exhaled, fingers digging into the flesh of her hips, “You know I can have you on your knees in minutes. I can make you cry, I can make you scream. I can have you coming apart with just my fingers,” he grazed his teeth up the collum of her neck, “and you know that. I’ve had you like that.”

“I think I’ve forgotten. You might have to remind me.”

“You’re a stubborn little tease. I forget how much of a brat you can be.” he slid his hands underneath her shirt, resting on the bare skin of her waist, “I wonder if you’ll still be cocky when you’re begging me.”

“You know I don’t beg.” she smiled at him sweetly, “We’ve been fucking on and off for, what, two years? I thought you’d know that by now.”

“I honestly admire your stubborn insistence on being right, even when you’re completely and absolutely wrong. You don’t even know how easily I could pin you up against that wall and make you forget your own fucking name.”

“Prove it.”

“Stubborn. Impossible. Perverse, actually, in your determination to see this through,” he slid a knee between her thighs, slowly, almost tauntingly, “Still think you’re going to walk away from this with your composure?”

She nodded but let out a surprised sound as he pressed his knee up into her. One large hand wrapped gently around her throat.

Remus smirked at the sound, eyes darkening as he pulled back to study her face, “Cracking already? All it took was a knee between your legs and my hand around your neck.”

“Am not.” She argued, “Although, I do love how cocky you get when you feel like you’ve got something to prove.”

His fingers rubbed gently against the base of her neck. Slow circles that were so light it was almost maddening, “Oh, sweetheart, you know you can’t lie to me. I’ve had you often enough to learn all of your little tells. And here you are, telling me that you’re not affected?”

She inhaled a shaky breath, teeth sinking down into her bottom lip as she tried to regain the composure that was slowly slipping away. His eyes flicked down to the motion and he let out sigh that rumbled through his chest.

“That pretty little mouth. The things I could do to it right now.” His thumb swept over her lip, drawing it slowly from between her teeth, “Are you trying to stay quiet? I thought as much.”

Remus pressed his knee into her again, more pressure this time, and she let out an involuntary whimper.

“Fuck.” the word tore from his throat like it was ripped out of him. His control fraying until it snapped.

He crashed his mouth into hers, rough and hungry, fingers twisting into her hair as he claimed her mouth like he was waiting to do all night. His knee pressed harder between her thighs, grinding up just once, slow and filthy, and when she whimpered again, this time into his mouth, he groaned like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard.

“Ready to give in?” he asked, cocking his head at her, “Going to let me give you what you want?”

“Y-yes.” she stuttered, “Fine. I’ll give in.”

“I knew it wouldn’t take long.”

He pulled her against him again as he deepened the kiss. It was greedy and consuming and stole every thought, leaving only need behind.

“I could take you right here, you know that?” he muttered into her mouth, “Or shall I take you to your bed before I lose my mind?”

She nodded and he grabbed her by the thighs, hoisting her against his chest. He carried her down the hallway without another word, his lips never leaving her mouth. The sound of their shared harsh gasps and ragged breath filled the silence as he stumbled blindly towards her bedroom.

The minute the door closed behind them, he had her pushed against the nearest wall, hard. There was no gentleness, no patience, any restraint he had left was abandoned in the kitchen along with the wine.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes.”

“Fix it then.”

His fingers curled into the hem of her shirt, yanking it over her head. Hungry eyes ran over her body like he was trying to memorise every dip, curve and detail. He pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbones, trailing down to her shoulders.

“Do you have any idea how badly I want to mark you up right now?”

“Fuck. I love it when you get like this. Do it. I don’t care.”

“Yeah?” he smirked, “You don’t care if anyone sees? I thought you always wanted to be careful, didn’t want our friends finding out?”

She let out a shaky laugh, “Oh, bore off. As if you haven’t already told Sirius which naturally means that James knows.”

“I didn’t have to tell them anything. Do you not remember that night you came over to ours and-”

She reached up and clamped her hand over Remus’ mouth, “Hey, we swore to never speak of that again.”

He held his hands up defensively and returned his attention back to her neck.

The hot kisses turned into slow bites, just above her pulse point. He sucked hard enough to leave a mark, teeth dragging until she gasped and arched into him.

“Mine.” he breathed against the fresh bruise before biting down again, harder this time.

“Remus…”

His name on her tongue made his head spin. He bit down on her collarbone, teeth drawing a slow, deliberate line over her skin, “Say my name again.” he murmured against her skin, “Please.”

He groaned as she did, his name dripping from her lips like honey. His fingers dug into her thighs like he was clinging onto control.

“God, I love it when you do that,” he whispered, “Moan it, scream it, say it like a fucking prayer. I don’t care. Just say it again.”

“Remus, please.”

The sweet sound of his name laced with need was enough for him. Within seconds he had her thrown down on the bed with a roughness that let her know exactly who was in charge.

He hovered over her as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, “Please, what? Tell me what you want from me.”

“You. I want – I need you.”

His forehead dropped to rest against her collarbone, lips brushing feather-light over her chest like he was still trying to hold himself back.

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, darling. Begging me for it, telling me you want me.” he growled into her ear, “God help you. Because I’m going to absolutely ruin you. Wreck you. You’re going to let me, aren’t you?”

He smiled as she nodded, her hands reaching up to pull him closer to her. Lips pressed against each other again.

“You’re mine really, aren’t you? Even though we pretend like this is just casual.” his hand slid down her leg, teasing along her inner thigh, “I’m going to make you repeat that over and over again all night, until you can’t form a single fucking thought except my name.”

Somewhere along the way, Remus had slipped her out of her trousers, leaving them discarded in a pool on the floor. His fingers were stroking gently along the edge of her underwear, slow, teasing movements that were driving her insane.

“This where you want me?” he asked, cocking his head as he pulled her underwear to the side, “is this what you’ve been whining for? You want me inside?”

“Remus, please don’t tease…”

“Tease?” he rasped, palm grinding slowly against her through the thin fabric, “I haven’t even started teasing. Maybe I need to teach you how to be patient,”

He slipped a finger inside of her, pressing just firmly enough to make her back arch off of the bed. His eyes locked onto hers, tutting as she screwed her own shut.

“Does that feel good?” he whispered, slipping another one inside of her, “Having my fingers inside of you? You weren’t very patient were you, lovely?”

Remus swallowed a groan, his voice ragged as he murmured, “Fucking hell, you’re soaked already.”

She covered her face with her hands, trying to hide the heat rising to her cheeks. It was embarrassing, letting him see the effect he had on her. His ego seemed to soar whenever they were in the bedroom, transforming him into a completely different person. Any shyness or quietness dissolved as soon as he had her under him. Or on top of him. Or anywhere really, he didn’t mind.

“Move,” she pushed his hand away from her, deciding it was time to get her own back on him.

“Oh?” he raised an eyebrow as she sat up, ushering him to the end of the bed.

“Thought you wanted me on my knees?” she asked coyly, slowly sinking to the floor, “Although, I’m going of my own accord so don’t think for a second that you’ve beaten me.”

Remus opened his mouth to retort but the cool demeanour he was putting on had vanished when she knelt in front of him.

“You can’t look at me like that,” his adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.

“Like what?” she teased, looking up at him through her lashes.

“Like that.” He sighed, “You’ll be the death of me, you know.”

“What a lovely way to go.”

She slid her hands up his legs, the denim rough under her fingers. Remus hissed as she brushed over his crotch.

“Who’s the one losing their composure now?” she laughed, tugging down the zip.

“Shut up.” He chuckled. He tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer so her nose nudged against him.

“What were you saying earlier about patience?” she pretended to think.

“That it’s a fucking virtue that I don’t possess.” He groaned, “Put me out my misery, please.”

She took him in her hands, pumping slowly before bringing him to her lips. Her tongue darted across the head before taking him fully into her mouth. Remus’ hands alternated between being balled into fists and gripping the bedsheets. It was taking all of his restraint to not grab her hair.

After a few moments she pulled away, “I was going to torment you for a bit. You know, give you a taste of your own medicine but I think we’ve both had enough teasing…”

“Can I…?” Remus tangled one of his hands in her hair, testing the waters by gently pulling her towards him.

The hum of affirmation that she let out around him sent chills down his spine. He started gently at first, guiding her head towards him until he reached the back of her throat. She let him set the rhythm, her head bobbing in time with the gentle guidance of his fingers in her hair. Eventually, he got rougher until tears gleamed in her eyes and drool pooled at the corners of her mouth.

“So pretty, aren’t you?” he swiped some away with his thumb, “So fucking good at that as well.”

He let out a strangled moan as she hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper until her nose was brushing against the little patch of hair at his base.

“That’s it.” He drawled, “good girl.”

A string of spit connected them as she pulled away and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I need you.” Remus said roughly, “Now.”

He pulled her onto his lap, any clothing they were still wearing now in a pile on the floor. His hands eagerly came to rest under her arse, guiding her down on to him.

“God.” She breathed, as he filled her up.

“Just ‘Remus’ will do.” He muttered into her ear, nipping at her neck cheekily as he pulled away, “Feel good?”

“Yeah.I always forget how big-”

“I know,” he chuckled, but there was a tinge of pink to his cheeks, “You can take it though, can’t you? Always take me so well.”

She started rocking against him, her head thrown back as he hit the right spot inside of her. Remus dipped his head down, catching one of her nipples in his mouth, his hand kneading the flesh of her other breast. He looked up at her, noting at how her brows were furrowed and how her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth.

“Remus…” she murmured.

“Look so good riding me. What would the others say if they could see you now, eh? Bet they’d be jealous, wouldn’t they?” he kissed up her neck, “But they don’t get to see you like this do they? ‘Cause you’re mine, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

She let out a whimper as he reached down to pinch one of her nipples.

“Answer me when I speak to you.” He warned, “I said, you’re mine, aren’t you?” he punctuated his sentence with another pinch.

“Yes, fucking hell.” She moaned, “I’m yours, Remus.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Her eyes screwed up as the pleasure built inside her. The grip she had on his shoulders became vice like. Her nails dug into his skin as half formed pleas tumbled from her lips.

“There you go. Let go for me,” he coached, feeling her clench around him, “Good girl.”

After a few more seconds, she collapsed into a heap on top of him, chest heaving as she came down from her high. Remus just grinned at her, holding her hips to keep her in place as she squirmed.

“Where’d you think you’re going? I’m nowhere near finished with you yet.”

Remus stood up still buried inside of her and she scrambled to cling onto him as he turned around to place her on the bed. He bit back a moan as he looked down to the place where he ended and she began.

“Remember what I said earlier?” he asked, “About me not stopping until the only thing you can say is my name?”

She nodded, trembling slightly in the aftermath. Remus’ hands hooked around her calves, wrapping her legs around him and pulling her impossibly closer. He rolled his hips, eager to have his turn to set the pace. His forehead pressed against hers, both sweaty with desperation and need. She clawed at his back as he fucked her, still sensitive from before.

The sting of her nails against his skin only spurred him on, the snap of his hips getting faster and faster until pretty moans tumbled out of her mouth. She mumbled half formed sentences, punctuating them with kisses to his jaw.

“You can do another one for me, can’t you?” he asked, one hand reaching down to rub at her clit.

“Yeah.” she breathed, “I can do another one for you.”

“If you can still speak to me in full sentences then I’m clearly not trying hard enough.”

Whatever response she had started to form came out as nothing more than a gasp as he started to hammer into her. It was filthy the way that the sounds of them filled the room.

“That’s it. Feels good, doesn’t it?” he talked her through it as she tightened around him, “such a little slut. Just for me.”

She nodded frantically, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist as she came. Remus didn’t give her a chance to recover before he flipped her over onto her front, face pressed into the sheets and arse in the air.

“Remus,” she whimpered.

“Mhm?” his fingers curled into her hair, pulling her back so she arched into him, “What is it?”

“Remus, fucking hell.” a filthy moan escaped her lips as he pounded into her, eager to make her come again before finally chasing his own release. One of his hands reached around to grope at her chest, rolling one of her nipples between his fingers while the other rubbed circles on her clit.

“One more, lovely. You can do that for me can’t you?” he whispered into her ear, “You feel so fucking good around me. Such a good girl when you aren’t pretending to be a brat.”

She chanted his name as she came again, her fingers gripping at the bedsheets as she rocked her hips back into him.

“Fuck.” Remus gasped, his own thrusts becoming sloppy as he grew closer, “Gonna fill you up, yeah? This is what you needed, isn’t it?”

“Please, Remus.”

He grunted as his hips stuttered, emptying inside her. He stilled for a moment, regaining his breath before collapsing onto the bed by her side.

They lay in silence for a minute or two before she finally spoke.