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Schoolboy Fantasies
By dramaphile
Pairing: Remus/Harry
Rated: Complete and utter porn (no redeeming value whatsoever)
Kinks: Roleplay, Spanking
Disclaimer: If this is was JKR intended to happen in her books, I will personally eat my left shoe. I do this only for the sake of my own pervyness and the pervyness of others, no money is being exchanged.
Words: 1200
Summary: Harry fulfills a fantasy he’s had since he was a student.
A/N: I am so all over the kinks this month. I keep thinking I’ll end up with vanilla sex one of these days, but so far, not yet! And for whatever reason, my Remus/Harry is the kinkiest yet (Harry is such a little minx). This is the same universe as Red Silk Knickers, but you don't have to read that one first to understand it. Written for day 6 of pervy_werewolf‘s Lusty Month of May. 25 days left! Anyone have any requests for kinks or pairings or anything? It’s going to be a long, hard month (every pun intended). Horrifically unbetaed, so feel free to point out any spelling gaks…
Schoolboy Fantasies
Friday afternoons are notoriously slow and boring. It’s Remus’ time to make up for all the time he wasted during the week (mostly on Harry’s indecent escapades) and get to grading the stack of essays that have been piled on Remus’ desk since Tuesday morning. It’s astounding just how bad fifth year DADA essays can be, really. One would think that after five years of schooling in Defence, a student would know the difference between a common garden gnome and a hinkypunk, but if one thought that, one would be sadly mistaken.
The door creaks open and Remus looks up.
“Professor?” a meek voice says, and Harry enters the room. He’s wearing his old school robes and he’s exchanged his recently-acquired squared wire frames for the round lenses he wore as a boy. He looks every bit the debauchable schoolboy instead of the grown-up athlete he’s become these days.
“Hello Professor,” He says in a small voice. He turns and casts a locking spell on the door behind him and all the blood in Remus’ body rushes straight to his groin. One word and already Remus is hard for him. Harry is going to kill me one of these days he thinks, but at least I’ll die happy.
“Professor Lupin, I’m here for my detention,” Harry says, toying with the collar of his robe.
“Ah yes, Mr. Potter. Do come in.” Remus puts down the stack of essays (tomorrow is another day, he thinks) and walks over to where Harry is standing nervously.
“You’ve been a very naughty boy, Harry,” he says as he draws one long finger down Harry’s flushed cheek, “Whatever am I going to do with you?”
Harry’s eyes flicker to the bulge in Remus’ trousers and he makes a tiny gasping noise.
“Time and again you break the rules and my detentions just don’t seem to be getting through to you.” Harry licks his cherry-red lips slowly, and for a second Remus can think of nothing but getting that mouth wrapped around his cock as soon as possible.
“Take off your robes,” Remus commands and Harry complies, unfastening the clasp with shaking fingers and sliding it off his shoulders. Remus’ eyes follow the robe as it crumples at Harry’s feet.
“Now your trousers,” Remus says, and Harry reaches up to loosen his red and gold tie.
“No.” Harry freezes, and Remus pulls his hands away from the tie, “Leave it on.” Harry nods and toes off his shoes, unbuttoning his trousers and letting them fall around his ankles. Underneath, he’s wearing white y-fronts, his erection already pressing at the opening in the front. Remus’ cock stiffens further as he pulls a chair to the center of the room.
“I’m disappointed that I have to resort to such extreme methods of punishment, but you’ve left me no other choice, Mr. Potter.” Harry‘s teeth catch on the corner of his bottom lip and his eyes grow wide.
“Come here, Harry,” Remus orders as he sits down on the chair and pulls Harry onto him so that he’s bent over his knees, arse in the air.
“P-please don’t,” Harry says in a small voice, as Remus tugs down his y-fronts. The hardness pressing into Remus’ thigh betrays Harry’s voice.
“I’m sorry, Harry, but this is for your own good,” he says as he strokes Harry’s exposed bottom. Harry wriggles in his lap, hip brushing against Remus’ straining erection. Remus draws his hand back and hits Harry’s bare buttocks with his open hand. Harry cries out as Remus’ hand connects with a loud crack. Remus smoothes the red mark with his hand and then without warning, smacks him again. Harry hisses through his teeth and grinds his cock against Remus’ thigh. He’s getting off on this. Remus grows impossibly harder at the thought of it.
“Please,” Harry begs as Remus spanks him again and again with his hand, barely giving time for the burn to fade before slapping his bottom again, and Remus doesn’t know if Harry’s begging for him to stop or for more. Harry rubs against him rhythmically now, in time with the blows, and Remus doesn’t think he can take much more. The little yowls and breathless moans coming from Harry’s mouth go straight to his cock, and the heat of Harry’s reddened arsecheeks against his hand makes him only want to give him more.
He stops for a moment and strokes Harry’s pink bottom gently, fingers delving into his crevice and brushing against Harry’s entrance. Harry moans and presses his arse back against Remus’ hand.
“Do you want me to stop?” Remus asks, voice still stern.
“Y-yes, I mean no, I mean, oh fuck,” Harry gasps as Remus’ finger circles his pucker.
“Language, Mr. Potter.” Harry grinds shamelessly against his leg as he strokes with feather-light touches, never penetrating, just gently touching. Without warning, Remus slaps Harry’s bottom once more, and Harry stiffens and cries out raggedly, coming wetly against Remus’ clothed thigh in hot pulses, gasping and cursing and bucking against him.
He lies still for a moment, panting, and then climbs off Remus’ lap and onto his knees. Before Remus can say a word, Harry opens his trousers and swallows him down, sucking him into the tight wet heat of his mouth and Remus comes so hard he nearly sees stars. Harry swallows it all down, sucking and licking his sensitive length until Remus gently pushes him away. He sits back on his heels, but winces and stays up on his knees instead.
“Sorry, I got a bit carried away,” Remus says when he catches his breath, and Harry grins.
“Don’t apologize, that was… wow.” Remus smiles and tucks himself back in, casting a scourgify on his ruined trousers.
“I suppose you don’t want to hear about how many times I fantasized about that when I was a student here, do you?” Harry says with a wry grin.
Remus’ lips quirk into a smile, “Well I don’t think you would like to hear about the thoughts I entertained that could have gotten me fired in an instant.”
“Oh really?” Harry says coyly, and leans on Remus’ knees, “Do tell.”
“Well,” Remus says with a sly grin, “My favorite involved Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, and a vat of chocolate sauce…”
Harry stares, dumbfounded for a moment before Remus breaks into laughter. He glares for just a moment at the joke and then joins in until they’re both in tears, clutching at their bellies, pure, uncensored laughter that echoes and fills the empty classroom. Harry hiccups as he calms, and Remus captures his lips in a smiling, breathless kiss and they both wonder at that moment what they ever did to deserve each other.
By dramaphile
Pairing: Remus/Harry
Rated: Complete and utter porn (no redeeming value whatsoever)
Kinks: Roleplay, Spanking
Disclaimer: If this is was JKR intended to happen in her books, I will personally eat my left shoe. I do this only for the sake of my own pervyness and the pervyness of others, no money is being exchanged.
Words: 1200
Summary: Harry fulfills a fantasy he’s had since he was a student.
A/N: I am so all over the kinks this month. I keep thinking I’ll end up with vanilla sex one of these days, but so far, not yet! And for whatever reason, my Remus/Harry is the kinkiest yet (Harry is such a little minx). This is the same universe as Red Silk Knickers, but you don't have to read that one first to understand it. Written for day 6 of pervy_werewolf‘s Lusty Month of May. 25 days left! Anyone have any requests for kinks or pairings or anything? It’s going to be a long, hard month (every pun intended). Horrifically unbetaed, so feel free to point out any spelling gaks…
Schoolboy Fantasies
Friday afternoons are notoriously slow and boring. It’s Remus’ time to make up for all the time he wasted during the week (mostly on Harry’s indecent escapades) and get to grading the stack of essays that have been piled on Remus’ desk since Tuesday morning. It’s astounding just how bad fifth year DADA essays can be, really. One would think that after five years of schooling in Defence, a student would know the difference between a common garden gnome and a hinkypunk, but if one thought that, one would be sadly mistaken.
The door creaks open and Remus looks up.
“Professor?” a meek voice says, and Harry enters the room. He’s wearing his old school robes and he’s exchanged his recently-acquired squared wire frames for the round lenses he wore as a boy. He looks every bit the debauchable schoolboy instead of the grown-up athlete he’s become these days.
“Hello Professor,” He says in a small voice. He turns and casts a locking spell on the door behind him and all the blood in Remus’ body rushes straight to his groin. One word and already Remus is hard for him. Harry is going to kill me one of these days he thinks, but at least I’ll die happy.
“Professor Lupin, I’m here for my detention,” Harry says, toying with the collar of his robe.
“Ah yes, Mr. Potter. Do come in.” Remus puts down the stack of essays (tomorrow is another day, he thinks) and walks over to where Harry is standing nervously.
“You’ve been a very naughty boy, Harry,” he says as he draws one long finger down Harry’s flushed cheek, “Whatever am I going to do with you?”
Harry’s eyes flicker to the bulge in Remus’ trousers and he makes a tiny gasping noise.
“Time and again you break the rules and my detentions just don’t seem to be getting through to you.” Harry licks his cherry-red lips slowly, and for a second Remus can think of nothing but getting that mouth wrapped around his cock as soon as possible.
“Take off your robes,” Remus commands and Harry complies, unfastening the clasp with shaking fingers and sliding it off his shoulders. Remus’ eyes follow the robe as it crumples at Harry’s feet.
“Now your trousers,” Remus says, and Harry reaches up to loosen his red and gold tie.
“No.” Harry freezes, and Remus pulls his hands away from the tie, “Leave it on.” Harry nods and toes off his shoes, unbuttoning his trousers and letting them fall around his ankles. Underneath, he’s wearing white y-fronts, his erection already pressing at the opening in the front. Remus’ cock stiffens further as he pulls a chair to the center of the room.
“I’m disappointed that I have to resort to such extreme methods of punishment, but you’ve left me no other choice, Mr. Potter.” Harry‘s teeth catch on the corner of his bottom lip and his eyes grow wide.
“Come here, Harry,” Remus orders as he sits down on the chair and pulls Harry onto him so that he’s bent over his knees, arse in the air.
“P-please don’t,” Harry says in a small voice, as Remus tugs down his y-fronts. The hardness pressing into Remus’ thigh betrays Harry’s voice.
“I’m sorry, Harry, but this is for your own good,” he says as he strokes Harry’s exposed bottom. Harry wriggles in his lap, hip brushing against Remus’ straining erection. Remus draws his hand back and hits Harry’s bare buttocks with his open hand. Harry cries out as Remus’ hand connects with a loud crack. Remus smoothes the red mark with his hand and then without warning, smacks him again. Harry hisses through his teeth and grinds his cock against Remus’ thigh. He’s getting off on this. Remus grows impossibly harder at the thought of it.
“Please,” Harry begs as Remus spanks him again and again with his hand, barely giving time for the burn to fade before slapping his bottom again, and Remus doesn’t know if Harry’s begging for him to stop or for more. Harry rubs against him rhythmically now, in time with the blows, and Remus doesn’t think he can take much more. The little yowls and breathless moans coming from Harry’s mouth go straight to his cock, and the heat of Harry’s reddened arsecheeks against his hand makes him only want to give him more.
He stops for a moment and strokes Harry’s pink bottom gently, fingers delving into his crevice and brushing against Harry’s entrance. Harry moans and presses his arse back against Remus’ hand.
“Do you want me to stop?” Remus asks, voice still stern.
“Y-yes, I mean no, I mean, oh fuck,” Harry gasps as Remus’ finger circles his pucker.
“Language, Mr. Potter.” Harry grinds shamelessly against his leg as he strokes with feather-light touches, never penetrating, just gently touching. Without warning, Remus slaps Harry’s bottom once more, and Harry stiffens and cries out raggedly, coming wetly against Remus’ clothed thigh in hot pulses, gasping and cursing and bucking against him.
He lies still for a moment, panting, and then climbs off Remus’ lap and onto his knees. Before Remus can say a word, Harry opens his trousers and swallows him down, sucking him into the tight wet heat of his mouth and Remus comes so hard he nearly sees stars. Harry swallows it all down, sucking and licking his sensitive length until Remus gently pushes him away. He sits back on his heels, but winces and stays up on his knees instead.
“Sorry, I got a bit carried away,” Remus says when he catches his breath, and Harry grins.
“Don’t apologize, that was… wow.” Remus smiles and tucks himself back in, casting a scourgify on his ruined trousers.
“I suppose you don’t want to hear about how many times I fantasized about that when I was a student here, do you?” Harry says with a wry grin.
Remus’ lips quirk into a smile, “Well I don’t think you would like to hear about the thoughts I entertained that could have gotten me fired in an instant.”
“Oh really?” Harry says coyly, and leans on Remus’ knees, “Do tell.”
“Well,” Remus says with a sly grin, “My favorite involved Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, and a vat of chocolate sauce…”
Harry stares, dumbfounded for a moment before Remus breaks into laughter. He glares for just a moment at the joke and then joins in until they’re both in tears, clutching at their bellies, pure, uncensored laughter that echoes and fills the empty classroom. Harry hiccups as he calms, and Remus captures his lips in a smiling, breathless kiss and they both wonder at that moment what they ever did to deserve each other.