“Remus!” You call, rushing towards the washing machine. He watches you, eyeing the way your breasts bounce beautifully with every step, caged by your tight top. Your skirt is clinging to the curve of your hips and ride up your thighs. The fabric folds over itself, dangerously close to the apex of your thighs. He released a breath from his nose.
His mind floods with filthy thoughts of kissing up your thighs and forcing his head under the slutty, skintight fabric, mouthing at your little panties and tasting the slick that soaks through them. Annoyance fills him quickly as he thinks of the abundance of men about to perv on you as you dance around, swaying your hips, touching up your figure in a drunken haze.
“Would you mind tossing these in the wash with your stuff?” You hold out a bundle of clothing, your gym set. The pretty blue one that makes him uncomfortable in his trousers. The one you wore just hours ago to the gym. The one that collected your sweat, your natural scent and sweet perfume. His mouth runs dry and his grip tightens on his laundry basket.
Remus nods calmly, “yeah, sure.” He reaches for it, fingers tingling where they brush yours. Your manicured nails are covered with a clear, glossy polish but are devoid of color. The fabric is warm in his grasp and he places it atop is dirty sweaters. “Should be done by tonight.”
“You’re a lifesaver, Rem,” you smile, placing your hands on top of his, squeezing. The pressure is just right, the perfect warmth and softness. His cock hardens and he’s grateful for the basket.
“I’ll be back before midnight,” you rise to your toes, leaning over the basket to kiss his cheek. He stares down your spine and over the swell of your ass in the tight skirt. His skin heats under your lips. It’s too wet, too sticky with gloss and he feels himself getting harder and harder, imagining the mess on his cock.
You pull away and he misses the contact instantly. “Oops,” you say sheepishly, “I got some lipgloss on your cheek.”
He reaches to touch it, wiping off just a bit on his middle finger. “It’s okay. Have fun.”
You turn and walk away, “I will! Bye!”
As soon as the door shuts he drops the basket, closing his eyes as he inserts his finger in his mouth. He laps at the sticky gloss, picturing your pretty lips. His other hand gropes his dick, trying to emulate the pressure of your hand.
Remus wipes at the gloss on his cheek, smearing it across his pink lips. He shivers and licks his lips. The washer door is open, detergent and fabric softener in the appropriate compartment but he pays it no mind.
He reaches greedily for the gym set, unraveling the bundle and breathing heavily as he holds it to his nose. He inhales deeply, feeling your sweet scent travel into his lungs. His hips jerk as he presses his body against the washing machine, shutting the door closed with his weight.
Remus mouths at the thin fabric of your panties, using his tongue to taste any bit of you. He moans at the flavor that coats his tongue, the salty, saccharine sweat left from your plush thighs. He can feel his mouth watering and his hips rutting against the metal of the washing machine, his leaking precum soaking his pants.
“Fuck,” he slurs. He needs more, his body burns with want. Need.
His mousy hair falls to his face as he clutches the little shorts, bunching them into a ball and stuffing it down the front of his pants. He sighs, cock jumping against the shorts that were pressed against your pussy, sticking to every crevice of your cunt. Remus’ hips fuck into it, hitting the steel of the washing machine. It shook, slamming against the wall with his desperate thrusts.
Remus buried his face into the panties he held in his fist, sniffing and drooling on them and using his unoccupied hand to feel up his cheek. The gloss is sticky and shaped like your lips.
He ruts desperately, thighs tense but knees weak. He’s so desperate but he doesn’t have it in himself to feel embarrassed. the ghost of your presence on his cock, in his nose when he inhaled, and on his tongue when he sucked on your skimpy underwear.
Remus’ hips stutter and he cums, an animalistic moan escaping from deep in his throat. He sighs, rubbing his face against the fabric of the panties, getting as much of you on him as he can.
perv!remus w/ innocent!reader is literally everything 😩 he’d be sooooo filthy with her in bed. teaching her new things and always doing something new like breeding or overstimulation he just loves to corrupt her
he does not warn you about anything he plans on doing, he just lays you back with a kiss to the forehead before fucking you raw 🥴 “just lay back for me, sweetheart- i’m gonna take care of your little pussy so good you’re gonna feel me for days”
“Fuck,” Remus squeezes the base of his twitching cock. The picture moves with his shaky grasp, your smiling face blurring with the movements.
“Good girl, you’re such a good girl for me,” he moans. He throws his head back, biting his lip as he allows himself to thrust into his hand. He pictures your tight throat, bulging as his cock forces it’s way into it. Your pretty wet eyes stare up at him, dazed and drunk on his cock.
“You like that, don’t you?” He feels a shiver run up his spine, “dirty bitch.” He opens his eyes, the polaroid of your beaming face stares at him, your innocent smile, puffy cheeks and bright eyes frozen and captured for him to use whenever he wishes.
Perv!Remus would have the biggest corruption kink, slowly watching you go from the innocent thing you started off as and turning into his personal whore.
his biggest fantasy is keeping you in his room all day, naked and spread-eagled,, a wide plug always on your pussy when he isn’t there so when he gets home he can go straight into fucking you ❤️
Perv!Remus being jealous of the relationship you have with his friends because in his mind they’re getting too close with you for his liking and doesn’t want them taking you away from him
his jaw clenches SO hard when he sees you laughing with sirius. because what best way to claim your body as his other than sneaking pictures of it bare while you shower?
