#professor lupin smut

[mymiraclealigner]

If you didn't know me like you do | Professor!Remus Lupin x reader

summary: Remus and his ex-student have gotten really close during the Christmas Break

tw: smut (+18), thigh riding, implicit legal age gap.

word count: 2,845

Grimmauld Place held a warm light at Christmas time. Everyone from the Order was gathered between the tall, wallpapered, rotted walls of the ancient house, filling it with tender laughs and chatter while exchanging presents and hot mulled wine.

This year, Y/n’s parents decided to spend the cold months of December and January in a tropical wonder, leaving her in the care of the famous Weasley family. They were lifelong friends of her parents and, even though she was a bit older than the twins and didn’t really spend time with them —besides at parties—, she got along with the ginger clan.

That's how the witch found herself beating Harry and Ron in exploding snap, pranking the old thief Mundungus with the twins, and having long and fun sleepovers with Ginny and Hermione some nights of the Christmas break. Professors were also around, and some were more approachable than others: Severus left pretty clear he didn’t want to be bothered, but Minerva was open to answering questions about the holiday assignments, and Hagrid had no problem advancing the topics he would teach after the break either.

There was also Remus, but he was something more than an academic figure. He was not only there willing to give Y/n book recommendations and suggest grammatical corrections in her final-year essays. He was also there lifting her spirit with bad jokes after Order reunions, asking her if she wanted more butterbeer with his eyes at the dinner table, and listening to her ramble about her dreams and aspirations late at night with a cold cup of tea in one of his hands —the other, barely grazing her pinky.

Remus and Y/n had created an inexplicable bond between them that had formed based on similar interests and sexual tension disguised as genuine concern for each other.

Each one had their problems: Remus was still affected by his deployment in Hogwarts, the transformations were tougher each month, and living again with his best friend was not as fun as he remembered: Sirius came back with a lot of tattoos, resentment towards Remus for believing the lies and an underlying sentiment of guilt for what happened to the Potters. Y/n was dealing with the stress of facing the OWLs and the working life, a brewing war that blinded her vision for the future and threatened her hopes of a normal life, and the imminent feeling of abandonment that her absent parents put in her chest.

They managed to find comfort in each other and they casually started spending more time together very quietly, very subtly. No one read Y/n's expressions like Remus, and no one felt Remus' words as Y/n did; so they started to have conversations in secluded places of the creaking house, where not even the portraits could listen.

Of course, those conversations were filled with listening ears and understanding nods, but also with thirsty lips and fidgety hands. It might have been difficult for the others to spot the magnetic chemistry between them, but it was crystal clear for anyone who would stop to analyze the shine in their eyes when they hung into each other's words.

The young witch had never felt a stronger knot create in her lower belly every time Remus brushed her hip to pass to the other side of the hall, or a hotter blush grow in her cheeks when he rolled up the sleeves of his dressing shirt to reveal strong scarred arms.

He was also down bad, even if he tried to hide it. He had managed to perfect the crossing legs method to hide his erection from his ex-student, and sometimes he couldn't correct the direction of his eyes, which always diverted to the curviness of her hips or the brown spot on her neck.

She secretly found his admiration for her body hilarious; even if he didn't make it obvious, she could see the delicate way he contemplated her moving arms and hair, and her moving lips the most. She loved to be appreciated with that devotion, she had never felt that before.

One cold night, after what Y/n perceived was a stressful Order meeting, they sat on the comfortable, almost broken sofa in front of the library's fireplace. The flames exuded a warmth that made the witch remove her woolen sweater and Remus was finding it hard not to succumb to his desire to caress her tanned collarbone.

The bitter green tea and thoughtful state of mind sparked a pessimist conversation that included Nietzsche quotations and laments about the world and the terrible situation witches and wizards of England were in with the shadow of the Dark Lord stalking the safety of people.

That obscure life beyond the comforting room seemed pointless to go through for a second. So many horrors and injustices were occurring around her in that moment, and Y/n's awareness immersed her imagination in despicable hypotheticals that involved her tortured body, and Remus' body too, who was sitting a few meters away from her.

"Sometimes I wish we weren't real," she sighed and propped her head on the back of the couch.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I wish we didn't exist, that we weren't known. That we weren't even born."

"I understand why you wouldn't want yourself to exist, I have had that feeling myself before, believe me. My question is more why you want to drag me with you to non-existence?"

Remus laughed a bit, he would always be surprised by her interesting thoughts. She had a way of seeing the world he couldn't grasp and that kept him on a fun, uneasy expectation.

Y/n was relieved to see that the werewolf had moved the conversation somewhere else, where she wouldn't have to think about the darkness of the world around them.

"Because I don't think there would be a you without me," Remus' eyebrows went up. "Don't give me that look! I-I expressed myself badly… forget it."

Y/n felt her face flush and her eyes water; the one time she decided to be philosophically flirty she messed it all up. She thought she should have just sewn her mouth shut.

"No, none of that. Try to express what you meant," Remus came dangerously close to her, increasing the heavy feeling that burnt the witch's skin.

The girl sat down straight touching his thigh with hers and, after a long sigh, she answered.

"I meant that you wouldn't be the person you are or have the thoughts you've had if you hadn't met me the way you do," Y/n was nervously picking at the skin around her thumb, avoiding Remus' stare.

"What do you think I'd be like?"

"Miserable," she joked. Remus chuckled. "I just think you wouldn't ask yourself certain things."

"Things like what?" Remus brought his shaking hand up to put behind her ear a piece of hair that had fallen in the side of her face.

Suddenly the temperature in the library went up, but it wasn't because the fire in front of them burned more intensely. The reality of an awful world truly disappeared from Y/n's thoughts completely; the warm spot in her chest was speaking louder than pain.

"Like…" the girl silenced herself for a second, and then took a big breath to mutter the bravest thing: "whether to kiss me and disobey every rational voice in your head, or bring more tea to calm yourself down and avoid that thought."

A maddening silence stilled everything in the room; the particles of dust, the creaking wood and Y/n’s breathing stopped in time.

Remus turned around to check that the silver tea set was still resting in the small, fancy desk next to the window; if he were to reach it, he would have to get up and break the intimate bubble the two of them had entered.

"Yeah, you are right, I do ask myself that a lot. The kettle is too far, though."

The nervous girl turned around slowly fearing the possibility of her understanding. Their minds were close in thought, and he had unconsciously moved close to the point where she could feel Remus' breath in her cheek, and see a sparkle in his eyes.

"So, no tea this time?"

"No, not tonight I think," he whispered with a serious expression.

Burying his scarred hand behind her ear and into her hair, he brought his nose to her. He ignored the screams of his reason telling him to get away, and teased her opened lips by rubbing noses; she thought that that is how it must feel to kiss a ghost.

The impatient little whine that fell from her mouth gave Remus the final push to press his lips onto hers. She started moving them slowly, trying to mask her desperation for him and all thoughts erased from the werewolf's mind. There was nothing more in the universe than the sweet taste of that girl's mouth. His tongue gracefully licked hers, producing a twitch of her hips and she imitated the movement of his mouth, just like he had demonstrated.

She was eager for more and Remus could smell it. It was driving him insane, but he wanted to leave up to her whether his hand was worthy of something more than the touch of her shiny hair. Just like she had just read his mind, she pulled herself closer to him, squeezing his arm to signal a need for physical contact. Remus placed his hand behind her shoulder, moving her body towards his direction; and without any warning or precaution, Y/n turned herself to him, sitting on one of his thighs.

She separated slightly from him. His hands were now holding her waist in place and they could feel each other's breath from how close they remained. A silent conversation of whether this was real or not started. Their eyes weren't discussing the actual actions, but the tangible desire behind them and the not-so-innocent intentions.

While trying to assimilate that they both wanted this, Y/n started to rub herself against his thigh, searching for a pleasure only he could give her, she was sure. Remus squeezed her sides, trying to avoid the inevitable, and hopeful that she would notice he was not worthy of such pleasure. He closed his eyes, repeating to himself that he should not be enjoying this, that this was just a dream.

"Look at me, please," Y/n said slightly out of breath, Remus' eyes remained shut. "Come on, don't you think I'm pretty?"

Of course he thought she was pretty, and smart, and fun, and so many other things. But this was wrong; it was wrong not only the fact that he doubled her age, but that she deserved someone more capable of giving her love and attention. He was emotionally unavailable to shower her with love, and he wasn't going to be the one breaking her heart.

"Remus, do you not want this?" her hips halted, and his eyes opened immediately, "because I understand if you just think I'm too immature and inexperienced, a-"

"Of course I want this" the words flew straight out of his heart skipping his reason, but he didn't regret what he said.

Y/n didn't waste more time and rushed to grab his face to feel his lips on hers. Remus tightened his grip on her hips and forced himself to forget anything outside the library. In that precise moment, there was only he and Y/n, and his mind shouldn't get distracted from anything else. Nothing was more important than her right then and there.

Now Remus' arms were the ones guiding the movement of her hips back and forth. She bunched the fabric that covered his shoulders in her hands, trying to hide the moans to express her pleasure; the seam in her jeans had found her spot perfectly and the rubbing against Remus' strong thigh was stimulating her just the right way. Sweat started to emanate from her frown and her eyebrows moved up involuntarily, her panting was creating in Remus a hot feeling in his chest and he wanted to feel her warm cunt closer to his leg.

"Take off the jeans," her hands flew instantly to the button on the front, and Remus helped her take one leg out of her jeans so she wouldn't completely fall off his lap.

Remus appreciated how her simple light gray underwear clad to her hips. He followed the sewn end of the fabric with his fingers, from where her legs met her hip, through the middle of her buttocks, until her center. She was wet and the gray of her panties evidenced it blatantly. The werewolf rubbed his fingers on the wet spot before the witch forced herself to sit right on top of the evident bulge in his pants.

The girl started moving slowly again trying to stroke his cock with her middle effectively. Remus stiffened as a reaction to the pleasure he was receiving and that he craved for a very long time before. He was rock hard underneath her, and she took that as an advantage to rock herself against him with more intensity, making it difficult for the two of them to stay quiet.

Remus trespassed the fabric of her underwear and firmly grabbed her bottoms to get some control. The now panting girl searched Remus' lips to comfort herself because there was something forming in her stomach and in her chest stronger than anything she had felt before.

Yes, of course Y/n had touched herself before, in Grimmauld Place it had been difficult to find alone time, but the shower was always a good place of peace where she could visualize her previous DADA professor turning her over a desk and taking a firm hold of her hips. However, she had never really had an orgasm, she usually stopped when it'd get too good because her hands would start shaking and her legs would get some funny, unbearable ticklish feeling.

Her core started getting wetter and wetter and Remus couldn't hide his grunts; he imagined being inside her and his cock twitched embarrassingly.

He lowered his kisses to her chin, then her jaw leaving a sweet purple mark close to her ear. He continued going down, taking more time in that precious mole on her neck, until reaching the swell of her chest. He removed a hand from her moving bottoms and brought it up, with the intention of lowering the hem of her v-neck top.

When Remus started kissing and licking her nipples, Y/n held to his head and cuddled herself against him moving more desperately on him.

She was also imagining having him inside of her, close to his skin, without clothes between their bodies. She wondered what his chest looked like; maybe it was as scarred as his face, or maybe it was full of tattoos like Sirius'. What she knew with certainty was that it was hairy since some hair always peeked from the top of his shirt, and that it was very strong from the way he held her to him.

The werewolf's hips rose softly, following the girl's hip movements with a mouthful of her breast. Both him and her weren't containing their sights of pleasure and were just as close to climax.

Y/n grabbed a handful of Remus's slicked back hair to announce she couldn't bear much more of the pleasure, and he responded by bringing one hand to her hair to pull her close to his face. The closeness permitted them to look into each other's mouths with tired pants and a feral urge to crash lips.

"R-Rem, I think I-I," the witch could barely mutter a word, the divine sensation in her center started crawling up her back and arms, making them weak and wobbly as her voice.

"I know, love. Me too. Be a good girl and cum for me," he whispered, swallowing a moan from how good she felt on top of him.

Just before her legs gave up, an electrocuting sensation tickled her neck and stiffened her whole body. The witch came letting out a surprised little scream with her head buried in his shoulder; she had definitely never felt something like that.

“Good girl, yeah, good girl,” he panted as she rode him through her orgasm.

Remus welcomed all the weight of her body in his chest and, unannounced, came in his dressing pants from the lazy movements the girl was making on him to elongate her climax. He joined her ecstasy with satisfied little grunts and a fist holding her hair. Both entered a hazy, dreamy state where nothing could be bad and words were too complicated to pronounce.

The girl raised her head to meet Remus' eyes. He, ignoring the small circle of drool that she had left on his upper sleeve, gave her a smile and held her by the neck to kiss her sweet lips, certainly not for the last time.

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[lupinmoonlight]

Hello, I love your stories <3 Can I request for story professor Lupin x female student, with dominating Remus, a lot rough sex, blow job and very sweet and tender aftercare? :)

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Summary - You and Professor Lupin had been having an affair for some time already. However, this time, he couldn't help himself and practically snatches you from the corridors in broad daylight. Rough sex in Professor Lupin's quarters ensues. (2,450 words)

Warnings - professor/student, smut, blow job (reader giving), swallowing, rough sex, professor kink, lots of "good girl", implicit mention of spanking, reader climaxes twice, so does remus, marking, mention of bruising, mention of biting, choking, reader depicted as "innocent", mention of reader almost passing out, aftercare, not proof-read, my grammar.

Notes - Thank you so much for your comment and request, Anon! Sorry for taking a while for this, I hope you enjoy! I appreciate everyone's patience. I am slowly going through requests.

You were making your way to lunch when you felt yourself getting grabbed firmly and pulled aside. His approach was subtle yet deliberate, a skill he had mastered over the last few months. His voice was a warm whisper, barely audible in the sea of students, for your ears only. "My quarters. Now." 

You looked up at him, your eyes wide. The picture of innocence, though your mind raced with vivid images of what was to come. His gaze held yours. Intense. Hungry. Unyielding. This was not a request. It was a command. 

"I...Yes, Professor Lupin," you managed to reply. 

"Good girl," he murmured, his breath tickling your ear. "Don't keep me waiting." 

He stepped back, blending seamlessly into the crowd, and you were left rooted to the spot, your knees nearly giving out. You took a moment to gather yourself, trying to calm the racing of your heart and the flush that coloured your cheeks. You glanced around, ensuring that no one had noticed your exchange, and made your way through the corridors. 

Reaching his quarters, you paused outside the door. You were nervous. It was a feeling that never went away, no matter how many times you met in this clandestine manner. He had an effect on you that was overwhelming, intoxicating, suffocating, in the most delightful way. The mere thought of him, of his presence, of his scent, was enough to make you combust. 

Finally feeling brave enough, you knocked softly. The door swung open, and there he stood. He stepped aside without a word, his eyes never leaving you, silently inviting you inside. 

The moment the door clicked shut behind you, Remus moved closer, his tall frame effortlessly backing you into the wall. Your face instantly turned a deep shade of red under his intense gaze. 

"My, my," he murmured, a teasing lilt in his voice as he observed your reaction. "You really are the cutest when you're all flustered like this." 

You, utterly undone by his proximity and the deep timbre of his voice, could only manage a weak nod, your breath catching in your throat.

"Look at you," he murmured, "all flushed and breathless. Can't even look me in the eye, can you?" 

Your cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red if that was even possible, your gaze flitting down, unable to hold his. Remus's hand guided your face gently back towards his, his fingers trailing up to entangle in your hair. With a firm tug, he exposed your neck, leaning down to press his lips against your skin, leaving a mark that was as much a claim as it was a caress. 

Your knees weakened at the sensation, your grip on him tightening as a soft gasp escaped your lips, making him chuckle against your skin. 

Pulling back slightly, he watched you with a hungry gaze. "Wear your hair up tomorrow," he instructed. "I want to see that mark I left on you." 

You could only nod, too flustered to utter a single word. But Remus wasn't satisfied with just a nod. 

"Ah, ah," he admonished lightly. "Use your words, sweetheart." 

"Yes, Professor," you whispered. "I will." 

"What a good girl," he praised softly, his words sending a fresh wave of heat through you. He pressed closer, and you could feel the hardness of him against you through his trousers. Instinctively, you pressed back, seeking more contact. 

In a swift movement, Remus spun you around, pressing you into the wall. His hips pressed flush against yours. You tried to press back against him, your actions betraying your desperation. 

His response was primal, a growl rumbling in his chest. "You're so responsive, so eager," he observed, his breath hot against your ear. "Do you have any idea how much that turns me on?"

Your breath hitched, your body trembling with need. "Professor, please," you begged. 

Another growl rumbled in his chest and before you could do anything, he abruptly pulled back and dragged you to his bedroom with an urgency that bordered desperation. He released your arm, eyeing you as if you were his prey and he was a starved predator. 

"On your knees," he commanded, and you stood there, unable to move, feeling vulnerable and captivated at the same time. 

"On. Your. Knees," he repeated and this time you obeyed, sinking down onto the floor in front of him. 

You looked up at him as he stepped closer, his gaze never leaving yours. He reached down and gripped your hair firmly, pulling your head towards him. Your eyes were perfectly aligned with his crotch, the outline of his hardened length straining against the fabric of his trousers. You swallowed thickly in anticipation, your lack of experience making you nervous. 

His free hand reached to unbuckle his belt and the sound of his zipper getting undone filled the room. The sight of you on your knees, looking so innocent and vulnerable, was maddening, making his length twitch. He finally freed himself, his eyes never leaving yours, his grip in your hair tightening. 

"Open," he commanded, guiding himself to your mouth. 

You obeyed, your lips parting to take him in. Your fingers delicately wrapped around him, and your lips, soft and inviting, approached his hardness. He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes darkening with need.

The first touch of your lips against his sensitive tip had him gasping. Your mouth was warm, wet, and perfect around him. You pulled back slightly, teasingly running your tongue along the underside of his shaft. The sensation made him jerk involuntarily, a throaty groan escaping him. Encouraged by his reaction, you began to work your way down, taking more of him in. "That's it," he murmured, his fingers instinctively tangling in your hair more firmly. 

He let you experiment with your pace as you started to bob your head in rhythm, eliciting deeper moans from him. Feeling bold, you decided to go deeper, to try and take him in fully. The tight constriction made his knees nearly buckle, causing him to throw his head back and moan aloud as he hit the back of your throat. "Good girl, so very good." 

His gaze found yours again, taking in every detail: the way your lips stretched around him, the slight watering of your eyes, the flicker of determination to please him. The sight was intoxicating. "So beautiful," he rasped, barely able to string words together. 

It didn't take long before his control began to waver. Gripping your head, he started to set the pace, moving in and out of your mouth in rhythmic thrusts. Each movement brought him closer to the edge, and he could see you trying your best to keep up, tears starting to roll down your flushed cheeks. 

You moaned around him, sending vibrations up his length, making him curse loudly. The sounds you made, the way you tried to keep up with his thrusts, only fueled his arousal further. "You're going to make me come," he warned, his grip on your hair tightening. 

"F-fuck," he growled as he felt his climax approaching, his thrusts becoming short and fast.

"Swallow," he commanded. "Be a good girl for me and swallow." 

You could only nod as he kept using your mouth for his pleasure until his body went taut and he thrust deep into your mouth one last time, his seed filling your throat in thick, warm strands. 

You choked a little, overwhelmed by him, but Remus held you there, his body throbbing with each pulse, until you swallowed everything. "Good girl," he muttered, his chest heaving from the intensity. 

The sight before him was so erotic, sending a new wave of arousal through him. You, still in your innocent school uniform, now tainted by his lust, your face flushed and lips swollen, tear-streaked cheeks. "Look at you," he purred, "so beautifully ruined for me." 

In a haze, you were hauled up from the floor and thrown on the bed, face down. "Can't keep my hands off you," he growled, hiking up your skirt with trembling hands, removing your panties hastily.

"Lift up your hips for me," he ordered, his voice firm and filled with hunger. 

Before you could comply, you felt a dip in the mattress and his strong hands gripped your hips with a bruising force, raising them up and positioning you to his liking. A small whimper escaped you as you felt vulnerable and exposed. He let out another growl at the sight of you, hips raised; a beautiful display of submission just for him. 

You felt his tip of teasing your entrance, eliciting a desperate moan from you as you tried to press back into him, desperate to have him inside you. 

"Good girls use their words to tell what they want," he practically growled as his hand landed sharply on your backside. 

"R-Remus...please," you begged breathlessly, but it wasn't good enough for him. With a fistful of your hair he tugged your head back, almost bending you in half from behind, his mouth next to your ear as he whispered "You will address me properly. Now try again. What do you want?" 

"I...I want you inside me. P-please, Professor," you tried again desperately. The anticipation was too much and you felt like you might be pushed over the edge without him even touching you. 

The words were barely out of your mouth when he pushed into you, filling you completely. There was no time for niceties, no time to get you ready. You cried out, clinging to the sheets below you as if they were your lifeline. "Professor!" Your voice came out as a pathetic whimper, barely audible amidst the heavy sounds of his laboured breathing. 

"So tight...Always so tight for me," he hissed. He dominated every inch of you, his trusts hard, deep, unrelenting. The sound of his body colliding with yours filled the room, each thrust driven by pure need. He was like a man starved, each touch, each bite, each mark, feeding a desire that felt like an endless pit. An insatiable void. 

His hands roamed over you as he kept pumping into her relentlessly. He was everywhere. One of his hands reached around your throat, restricting your airways in the most delightful way. The feeling went straight to your core and your climax hit you unexpectedly, with such force that your vision went blank. You felt yourself spiraling, the world narrowing to the sensation of him inside you. With a cry, you tightened around him, surrendering to the intensity of your release. 

Your face was pushed down, the sheets muffling your whimpers as his body pushed you into the mattress. He didn't care that you came. He didn't care that you were overstimulated. He didn't stop. He continued his merciless pace, the pleasure now bordering on pain. 

"God, Y/N," he cursed, the force of his thrusts increasing. "You feel so damn good." 

You cried out, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't move. All you could do what lay there, on your stomach, hips raised as your Professor took what he needed. And it was perfect. 

You cried out again, your body tensing as another wave of pleasure crashed over you unexpectedly. Having you clench around him like that was his undoing. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep within you, causing you to gasp. "That's it, take all of me," he rasped as he spilled into you with abandon, his hands gripping your hips possessively. 

Each thrust that followed milked him for every drop, his hips grinding against yours as he sought to sate the hunger that consumed him. As his movements slowly stilled, he remained inside you for a few more moments, trying to catch his breath. A soft kiss was place on your shoulder but you barely registered it. 

He withdrew slowly and sat back on his heels, his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in heavy pants. You tried to move, but a gentle hand on the small of your back stopped you. "No. Let me. I want to take care of you." 

You slumped back on the bed, overwhelmed by what had just transpired. You were shivering, your breathing was laboured, you couldn't speak, couldn't move. Remus, ever attentive to your needs, quickly recognized the signs of you experiencing a drop, a common reaction after such intense moments. His nurturing instincts kicked in, seamlessly shifting from the dominant beast to the caring protector he inherently was. With a soft incantation, he cast a cleaning spell over you both, removing any physical traces of your shared passion. 

"Are you alright?" he asked, the concern clear in his voice. When you didn't respond, too caught in trying to ground yourself back, he gently turned you around, sitting you up. His hands were tender as they cradled your cheeks, his eyes searching yours for any sign of distress. 

"Look at me, love. Breathe with me," he coaxed gently. He took deep, deliberate breaths, guiding you to sync your breathing with his. Slowly, your breaths became more regular, the trembling of your body easing as you came back to yourself. 

Once you seemed calmer, Remus helped you back into your underwear and smoothed your clothes with a careful touch. He conjured a glass of water with another quick spell and held it to your lips, encouraging you to drink. Still slightly dazed, you complied, the cool water a welcome relief to your sore throat. 

"Good girl," he praised softly, his voice now warm with affection. His approval brought a faint smile to your lips, a small sign that you were recovering. 

"There you are," he cooed, pressing the softest of kisses to your forehead. After you finished your drink, he lay back down, gently pulling you into his embrace. He held you close, cradling you against his chest as if you were the most precious thing in the world. His touch was gentle, reverent, as he peppered your face with light kisses. 

"I'm here, you're safe," he murmured soothingly. 

You nestled into his embrace, the warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart grounding you. 

"You made me miss lunch, you know? That's quite unforgivable, Professor Lupin." 

Remus looked at you with feigned guilt, a twinkle in his eye. "Oh dear, I am terribly sorry. How can I possibly make up for such a grievous error?" 

You couldn't help but giggle at his theatrics. "Well, I suppose you were lunch enough for today," you teased back with a huff. 

He sighed playfully, shaking his head. "I fear I've corrupted you, Y/N." 

"Perhaps it is I who have corrupted you, Professor."

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[loopylupinmoons]

i need help finding a fic!

it’s about professor remus lupin. he comes to readers parents house for dinner and while she’s giving him a tour upstairs, she sucks him off. then they eat dinner and her parents keep talking about how pure and innocent she is. after dinner she goes into the kitchen to do the dishes and remus fucks her in the kitchen.

I FOUND IT! ITS CALLED GOOD GIRl?. the original poster deleted there account but here’s a reboot you can read it from.

https://www.tumblr.com/ameliaxl20/688128960202162176/no-no-listen-imagine-remus-having-dinner-with

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[lyraoftheevergreens]

Sirius likes his balls sucked. I said what I said and I’m not taking it back

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[everythingharrypotterblog]

charmed [13]: ‘i want everything’ (remus x reader)

warnings: smut, f!receiving oral, penetration, breeding kink.

a/n: hi everyone, welcome back to charmed <3 oh how i’ve missed you. i can’t believe we’re almost at the end of the book... almost! not quite yet

series summary: set in the prisoner of azkaban, including its major plot points. remus and y/n get hired by dumbledore last minute to teach at hogwarts, defense against the dark arts and charms respectively. not wanting the students to know they are married, they navigate the challenging year through hidden glances, hand holds underneath the table and loving moments in their offices. even with all their efforts to conceal their relationship, their chemistry does not go unnoticed by the student population of hogwarts, who grow fond of the pair as they offer them some of the best classes they’ve had in a while. their relationship as newlyweds is strengthened as teaching the next generation of wizards unlocks a sea of memories of their love story. for the second time in his life, remus holds hogwarts responsible for some of his happiest memories. he’s given the chance to create them with the love of his life, y/n, who has taught and continues to teach him that every part of him is lovable, remaining forever under her charm.

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13. 

1965. A small suburban house, somewhere in England.

It was the middle of May, and the air felt warm, awake and dense with pollen. Spring had finally arrived and the sun’s rays were at last strong enough to bring heat to the earth underneath it. On a street that curved into a cul-de-sac, was a small playground, accessible from the doorsteps of all the houses on that circular road.

Inside one of the houses, was a mother, busy at the kitchen counter, and a small boy, who was just a little over 3 feet tall. His brown hair laid in curls, and he wore socks that went halfway up his calf. He was half-sitting on a stool, going through a bit too quickly the pages of a book he had read a dozen times already.

Hearing noise outside, he abandoned his book and peered outside. There were other kids on the playground.

“Mum?” he asked tentatively. “Can I go play outside?”

“Sure, honey, and while you’re in the garden, can you pick a few parsley leaves for me?” His mom, Hope, said.

“No, I meant at the park. Where all the other kids are.”

Hope ceased her movements and put down the utensils she was holding. She turned to her son.

“Remus… “ Hope sighed. She glanced at the clock. “Okay, quick. But as soon as I call you, you come back.”

Remus did a little hop of joy and ran out to the park, not looking back a single glance.

The park was so close, Hope could watch them from her kitchen window and be there in a second if anything happened. Her husband Lyall, Remus’ father, was still at work. They didn’t allow Remus to play with other kids, in fear of him accidentally telling them of his lycanthropy. However, on some occasions, Hope secretly let Remus go. It was impossible to ban him completely from interacting with kids his age, socialization played too big a part in the healthy development of a child- and it absolutely pained both of Remus’ parents to take these new necessary precautions to keep his condition a secret.

“Remus!” A girl said, seeing him and remembering him from the last time they played together. “We’re playing restaurant, wanna play?”

Remus nodded fervently.

“Come, we’re using leaves as plates.” Another boy said in a squeaky voice, gesturing to follow him to a nearby bush.

An hour had passed. Remus was currently sat on the ground with his legs spread apart, busy mixing water into sand to make make-believe meatballs for the ‘restaurant’.

“Hey, Remus?” A boy approached him.

Remus looked up. “I’m making meatballs, we can put them on the plate with sticks to make spaghetti!” He told the boy, showing his tiny hands that were covered in wet sand.

“Cool!” The other boy exclaimed. “I want to give you this, Remus.”

The boy gave Remus an envelope, which he took in his dirty hands. Remus opened it, and pulled out a small plastified card. Concentrating, he read out loud, very slowly:

‘You are invited to Elliot’s 5th birthday party!”

“Whoa, you can read?” Elliot said. “My mom wrote that!”

Remus’ face split into the biggest smile ever.

“Thanks, Elliot! I want to go show my mom.”

Standing up and turning around without saying goodbye to Elliot, he sprinted back home. Upon entering the house, he screamed for his mom, jumping up and down at the sight of her and clutching the envelope to his chest.

“Remus, what is it?!” Hope asked in alarm. “Did something happen?”

“Look what Elliot gave me!!!” He said, shoving the sand-covered envelope into his mom’s hands.

Hope opened it and as she continued reading it, her face fell.

“Oh, honey…” She kneeled down, so she could sit Remus on her thigh. “Sweetheart, this party… is gonna be on the next full moon.”

Remus looked at her, and sadness washed over his face. But he didn’t throw a fit. He didn’t wail or scream or kick his feet like any other 5-year-old would do in the face of something upsetting.

“No…” he simply whimpered, hiding his face into his mom’s chest. He cried into her body, his warm, wet tears staining her shirt.

“I’m so sorry, my love.” Hope said with a tight throat, hugging her boy closer to her, rubbing his small back. “Hey,” she said, lifting her son off of her. “How about we start a new book, yeah?”

Remus sniffed, wiping his eyes and nodded, smiling weakly.

“You can go pick it.”

The young boy ran up the stairs to his father’s office, where all the books were kept. Slowly, he was learning to read them with his parents showing him how to say each word.

Clearing her throat, Hope wiped away her own tears that prickled at her eyes and opened the trash can with her foot, throwing the invitation in it.

What she didn’t know was that night, once the family had gone to sleep, Remus the young boy had feigned falling asleep and tiptoed down to the kitchen. His feet were small and his footsteps light, and he got to the garbage undiscovered. Lifting the lid, he pulled out the envelope from earlier today, dusting the sand off of it.

Back in his bedroom, he read it again, before tucking it under his pillow. He closed his eyes, imagining what a big party with a bunch of other kids would be like. Maybe there would be popcorn and balloons at Elliot’s, he dreamed, and every kid would get a slice of cake at the end. Chocolate preferably, he thought as he drifted off to sleep.

+

1993, present time.

“I want a child.” Y/N said unblinkingly, standing across from Remus in the dim History of Magic classroom.

“W-What?” Remus croaked.

Y/N breathed out slowly, walked over to him and took both of his hands in hers. Remus relaxed at the touch of her.

“I don’t know… I think it’s something about being back here, and teaching… Would you be willing to maybe, open this discussion up again? It’s been some time, I don’t know what you’re thinking, it’s been a couple months at Hogwarts- maybe that has made you think of some things…”

“Hey,” Remus’ hands went up to cup both sides of her face, interrupting your rambling. “Thank you for sharing this with me.”

Y/N smiled softly, taking a steady breath. She stared intently into his gaze, as if their eyes could tell each other more than their mouths could.

She caught it in his eyes.

“I know,” She said, hugging him tightly and holding his face into the crook of her neck. “I know that it’s so hard for you.”

+

Hogwarts, 1978. The Gryffindor boys’ dormitory.

“I could NEVER see Padfoot as a dad.” James cackled.

“The hell you mean, I’d make an excellent one?!” Sirius said, jumping out of his four-poster-bed. “You see, my motorcycle right-“ He gestured the shape of a motorcycle in the air. “Boom. Side-car. For the baby.”

The four Marauders roared.

“You can’t fucking put a baby on a motorcycle, side-car and all.” Remus laughed.

“Oh, MOONY would be the ultimate dad.”

“YES, YES-“

“For sure-“

Remus’ face fell.

“Moons?” James asked once he noticed.

Remus looked down at his bare feet, shaking his head. “I don’t think I’d ever be a dad.”

His friends went quiet.

“It’s just, my kind, don’t usually breed you know. Like I don’t even know how it’s passed down, the risk of having a kid be born like… me…”

He started crying without even realizing, burying his head in his hands and tugging on his hair.

“I could never subject an innocent child to that, give them that kind of life..”

“Moony…” Sirius said.

The other boys clambered onto Remus’ bed. They were all but 17, and joking around. None of them knew at the time what to say, so they just sat there with him.

+

1993, present time.

“It’s hard, I know.” Y/N whispered, hand caressing Remus’ hair. “I just… sometimes I see it in you, you know? I really see it in you.”

She feels Remus nod into the crook of her neck, chin poking her slightly.

“I love you.” Remus said lowly. “I just… need some time. Can you give me that?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

+

"They're off, and the big excitement this match is the Firebolt that Harry Potter is flying for Gryffindor. According to Which Broomstick, the Firebolt's going to be the broom of choice for the national teams at this year's World Championship —"

"Jordan, would you mind telling us what's going on in the match?" interrupted Professor McGonagall's voice.

"Right you are, Professor -- just giving a bit of background information -- the Firebolt, incidentally, has a built-in auto-brake and —"

“Jordan!"

"Okay, okay, Gryffindor in possession, Katie Bell of Gryffindor, heading for goal…"

The excitement in the air was absolutely palpable. Everyone knew that this was Gryffindor’s last chance to qualify for the Quidditch Cup Final, if Ravenclaw won, they’d be out. In addition, Harry Potter was flying the best broom in the world and it was most’s first times seeing the Firebolt in action.

Y/N and Remus cheered for both teams from the teachers’ box, clapping each time their students pulled off a good move. It was so fun for them to see them in a different light, outside of the classroom and on the pitch.

All of a sudden, the two seekers had halted in the air and began looking down. Harry whipped out his wand and everyone saw something huge, silvery charge towards the ground.

“What the f-“ Y/N said, grabbing Remus’ arm.

Harry had subsequently caught the Snitch, Madam Hooch’s whistle blew and the entire Gryffindor team busied themselves with celebrating in the air.

While the commotion was happening in the air, Professor McGonagall had rushed down to address the one that was happening on the ground.

“What the hell is happening down there…” Remus squinted in that direction. It looked like a Dementor, in its hooded black robe, but it was.. squirming. And tipping over. Three bodies emerged from underneath it.

The two made their way down onto the pitch as well. They watched Harry and his teammates land and all their friends rush to them to celebrate.

Yes!" Ron yelled, yanking Harry's arm into the air. "Yes! Yes!"

"Well done, Harry!" said Percy, looking delighted. "Ten Galleons to me! Must find Penelope, excuse me —"

"Good for you, Harry!" roared Seamus Finnigan.

"Ruddy brilliant!" boomed Hagrid over the heads of the milling Gryffindors.

Finally, they were able to approach Harry.

“That was quite some Patronus,” Remus said in his ear. 

Harry turned around to recognize him and said excitedly, “The Dementors didn’t affect me at all! I didn’t feel a thing!”

"That would be because they -- er -- weren't dementors," said Professor Lupin. "Come and see -- “

He led Harry out of the crowd until they were able to see the edge of the field.

"You gave Mr. Malfoy quite a fright," said Lupin.

Harry stared. Lying in a crumpled heap on the ground were Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Marcus Flint, the Slytherin team Captain, all

struggling to remove themselves from long, black, hooded robes. It

looked as though Malfoy had been standing on Goyle's shoulders. 

Behind them stood Y/N, who was covering her mouth with her hand, holding back a big laugh. She seemed conflicted in what to do, feeling the responsibility of being a teacher to tell the boys off, but also unable to stop herself from realizing how funny the scene in front of her was.

"An unworthy trick!" Professor McGonagall shouted. "A low and cowardly attempt to sabotage the Gryffindor Seeker! Detention for all of you, and fifty

points from Slytherin! I shall be speaking to Professor Dumbledore about this, make no mistake! Ah, here he comes now!”

Remus watched Y/N clear her throat, putting on a straight face as Dumbledore and McGonagall lectured the Slytherin boys.

Remus laughed to himself. He wondered if it was their own kid who’d have pulled this prank, Y/N would have yelled at them like McGonagall did. Or maybe she would have laughed like she was doing now, but then make Remus step in and explain why what they did was wrong.

But then again, their kid would never pull a prank this ill-intentioned, Remus thought to himself. No, he would make sure to teach them respectful boundaries. He could just imagine, him teaching his 3-foot-tall toddler how to set up various booby traps all over the house to prank their mom, Y/N. She’d get so annoyed she’d rage war on him and they’d eventually have to call a truce because this might not be the best parenting example they’d want to set forth.

“Rem? Should we head back up to the Castle?”

“Hm?” Remus said, snapping out of his daydream. “Yes, darling. Yes, let’s go.”

+

There was definitely a shift in energy in the Castle after the events of the night of the Quidditch match. A second break-in from Sirius Black seemed to send the staff in a frenzy, and every teacher got orders to keep a closer eye on Harry. The Fat Lady portrait was now guarded by trolls, and Neville Longbottom who had leaked the password, was banned from knowing it.

“But, why would he go for Ron’s bed?” Y/N said one morning in front of the mirror, slicking back her hair.

“I just don’t understand it.” Remus muttered, standing behind her and staring at his reflection on top of hers as he shaved his face. “Why is he here? What could he possibly want from Harry?”

“Poor Ron… First his rat gets eaten by that cat, then he gets his freaking bed slashed at night?”

Little did they know Ron was quite the opposite of shaken up, retelling anyone who’d ask the story of what happened.

“I’m off to breakfast. See you soon?” Y/N stood up.

“Yes, my love.”

Y/N smiled, accepting a chaste kiss from Remus. “Bleh, you got shaving cream on my face.” She said, wiping it off.

They always went down to breakfast separately, a couple minutes apart, as if that could convince the whole school they weren’t together.

They were both mid-way through their breakfast when the mail came, and saw Neville run off into the hallway clutching a bright red enveloppe in his hand. They heard the Howler go off in the entrance hall -- Neville's grandmother's voice, magically magnified to a hundred times its Usual volume, shrieking about how he had brought shame on the whole family.

“Poor him.” Y/N frowned.

“Would you ever send a kid a Howler?” Remus asked her.

Y/N hummed in thought, taking a sip of orange juice. “They’d have to do something to really piss me off.”

Remus laughed.

“What about you?”

“Hmm, good question.” Remus paused.

“It’s your own question,” Y/N giggled, reaching under the table to grab his forearm.

“I don’t think I ever would, honestly.” Remus shook his head, sneaking his hand down to hold Y/N’s.

“No, you as a father would never send a Howler, just a 12-page essay written about your sheer disappointment, which would make the kid want to kill themself even more.” Y/N chuckled.

They glanced at each other, smiled, then changed the topic.

+

Remus laid in bed, the lights were already off and Y/N was softly snoozing beside him.

The truth is, he had always fantasized about Y/N being the mother of his children. From the day he fell in love with her, deep down, he knew. 

It happened from time to time in the past, whether it was Y/N having a cute interaction with a stranger’s kid at a zoo, or changing baby Harry together to give Lily and James a break: he’d get this unimaginable warmth in his chest, a feeling of almost clairvoyance.

As time went on, the idea of having children slowly faded for the married couple as daily life caught up with them. Y/N began working a lot of hours at the Ministry, they’d take life month by month following his transformations. There became less time and energy to think about possibly having a child as they were both so comfortable in their little family of two. But, deep down, Remus had a feeling Y/N would one day want to be a mother. It was just so intrinsically her, she didn’t have to explicitly tell him for him to notice.

However, ever since they’ve returned to Hogwarts, those warm feelings have returned in his chest. And he knows they have for Y/N too. Seeing each other be surrounded by students all the time brought a new light to their relationship.

Self-acceptance has been the major obstacle in Remus’ life, and he has been working on it for years with the help of Y/N.

However, this chapter at Hogwarts has unlocked something new for him; a newfound feeling of competence. To have the passion he pours into his lessons be reciprocated back to him, helps confirm all these things he’s been working on. He can be a good role model, he can be a figure to these children of kindness and compassion.

And don’t get him started on how their months at Hogwarts have affected Y/N. She has been radiant, shining, like a fish in water. He sees the care she pours into her own students and he can’t begin to imagine how much love she’d give her own child.

“Night, Remmy.” Y/N mumbled into his shoulder, turning onto her side away from him.

“Goodnight, dove.” He said, leaning over to plant a firm kiss on her shoulder, then set his head back onto his pillow.

+

“Hey, hun?” Remus said as he exited the shower, tying up his robe. “I need to tell you something.”

Y/N put her book down beside her and propped herself up on her elbow. “What is it?”

Remus climbed into bed next to her, reaching his arms out.

“What?” Y/N chuckled, slightly intrigued, scooching over to sit herself in between Remus’ legs.

“I know I have taken a long time with this.. and I want to thank you for all the patience you’ve had for me, I truly don’t know what I did to deserve you…”

Y/N quirked an eyebrow. “Where is this going, babe…”

Remus took a deep breath, “I want to have a baby with you.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped. “W-What?”

“I want to have a baby with you.” Remus said again, breathily.

Tears prickled at their eyes.

“I want to do it all with you, Y/N. I want to.. take care of you when you’re pregnant.. rub your feet every single night.. I will literally plant a full garden, if that’s what you felt like eating one specific day-“

“Stop,” Y/N giggled, burying her nose in the crook of his neck.

Remus held her tightly into his chest, continuing: “I want to teach our kid how to read.. I’ll make flashcards.. I want to drop them off every morning at elementary school and pick them up every afternoon.. I want to see them grow up and become angsty teenagers who will cuss us out.. I want everything with you Y/N.”

Y/N lifted her head and gazed imploringly into his eyes. “Really?”

“Really. I want to build a family with you, my love.”

Y/N pursed her lips together to stop her from crying. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Rem sniffed. He chuckled wetly as Y/N lifted her hand to gently wipe his eyelid dry.

Her hand slowly dropped down to caress his cheek. Her thumb ran over his soft skin, feeling over a small healed pink scar.

Their gazes met once again before they crashed their lips into each other’s.  They pressed their bodies against each other’s, desperately, as if the absence of distance between their lips was not enough. Nothing felt close enough, they wanted to merge into each other. To become one another.

Y/N took a deep breath in through her nose, pulling away to breathe out for the first time. Air barely recirculated through their lungs before they dived back in for each other.

Remus’ hands were heavy, sensual, waking up every part of Y/N’s body that they touched. They caressed her neck, dropping down to cup and squeeze her breasts, eliciting a moan from her, before slowly sliding down her stomach and reaching her pelvis.

They pulled away, looking at each other. Y/N had her legs spread, straddling Remus’ lap. His large hand was pressed steadily on her lower abdomen, generating warmth to her skin that met the heat she felt inside.

“You’re so precious,” Remus whispered, lips barely touching hers, breath ghosting over her mouth. 

“Rem…”

“Will you let me?”

“God, please.” Y/N whimpered.

They both watched Remus’ hand, pressing above her womb, slowly drop lower, slip under the waistband of Y/N’s pajama pants and underwear. His fingers glided over her clit to be met with a small pool of her arousal.

Y/N threw her head back, shuddering as he drew small circles on her bud. He withdrew his hand, Y/N grabbed it and sucked his fingers clean.

“Fuck,” Remus groaned, watching her through heavy eyelids. “Come here,”

He sank down onto the ground on his knees in devotion, pulling Y/N by the hips to the edge of the bed. He slid her pants and underwear down and shimmied them off her ankles, setting them aside, leaving Y/N bare.

He grabbed one of her ankles, placing a soft kiss to it. He made his way down her calf, then the inside of her thigh, before pausing and looking up at Y/N’s face in adoration.

Y/N was breathing heavily, the ache between her thighs growing unbearable.

She spread her legs apart, and with his hand, Remus parted her soaked folds slightly. He murmured a, “so beautiful,” before attaching his lips to her clit, sucking. 

Y/N let out a cry, falling onto her back. Her hands raked through Remus’ soft curls, pulling slightly at the strands of hair. Remus flicked his tongue, relishing at the taste. He kept a hand firmly pressed on her lower stomach.

“Remus, please-“ Y/N cried, clutching onto his hand. He grabbed his fingers in hers, keeping the pressure above her uterus.

Y/N bent her knees, raising them all the way to her ears as Remus’ tongue delved further into her.

“Remus, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t- please,” Y/N whimpered, writhing underneath him.

She pulled herself up, lifting Remus off her. 

“Wanna feel you inside me, I wanna cum with you in me, baby,” she panted.

Remus wiped his nose and chin on the back of his head, panting as well. He climbed onto the bed again, and Y/N untied the front of his robe, opening it up.

She threw a leg over and climbed into his lap once again. Remus’ cock was standing hard upright, with precum already leaking from the tip. Y/N’s centre hovered right above it, threatening to drip all over it.

Remus pressed his forehead against hers, and with one shared look, Y/N sank down on him.

“Fuck,” Remus grunted, feeling himself sheathed within her warmth.

“You gonna put a baby in me?” Y/N mewled, throwing both arms around his neck as he thrusted his hips frenetically up into her.

“Yes, f-fuck, yes,” Remus heaved, his eyes trailing down to where he disappeared into Y/N, keeping his sweaty forehead pressed against hers. “You gonna make me a daddy, baby girl?”

Y/N cried, snapping her hips as both of Remus’ hands grabbed onto them, pulling them down harder. Quickly, they found a rhythm together, moving into and with each other in sync. Their foreheads still glued together, they panted into each other, steamy air enrobing their faces and turning their cheeks pink.

“Wanna make you a mommy so bad,” Remus grunted, lifting his pelvis so that Y/N’s clit could land on it and rub against it. “Love you- so fucking much, just wanna put a baby in you-“

“Fuck,” Y/N choked, arching her neck back. Remus leaned forward, attacking it, and sucking on a spot that made her head go dizzy.

Remus wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into your neck as he grit his teeth. “You close baby?”

Y/N gasped as she grabbed onto his broad shoulders, rushing her hips into ecstasy. “Wanna have a baby with you,” she panted.

“I know you do,” Remus grunted, holding on for dear life as he tried not to explode.

“Want one so bad,” Y/N whimpered, and with a few final breaths, she felt herself cumming.

Remus felt her walls seize and tighten around his cock, and swore at how good it felt. He thrusted up one more time before he felt himself still, their two bodies rippling and riding through shockwaves into each other. Y/N felt spurts of his cum coat her, which made her squeeze even tightly around him.

Finally, they relaxed, limbs still entangled together. Remus rocked Y/N gently to the side, setting her down on her back. Slowly, he watched himself pull gently out of her. She whimpered, mourning the loss of warmth and fullness in her.

“Hey, hey, hey- it’s okay,” Remus kissed her on the cheek, reaching his hand down to cup between her thighs.

“Need you in me, baby,” Y/N said and she sighed as Remus gently slid a finger back in.

“Lift your hips baby, don’t want you wasting a single drop.”

+

to be continued

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[grangerhater]

A GAME OF TABOO

pairing: professor!Remus Lupin x student!reader

synopsis: it’s against the school principles but it’s just for a night right?

smut

warning: plot, teacher-student relationship, they are both two consenting adults, p in v penetration, nick names “daddy” and “baby” once or twice, spanking

The rain poured heavily outside as Y/N hurriedly made her way through the hallways of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was her last year at the prestigious school, and despite the gloomy weather, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. Today was the day she would meet her new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Remus Lupin.

As Y/N entered the classroom, a warm, inviting atmosphere greeted her. The room was adorned with shelves filled with books, and the crackling fire in the fireplace emitted a comforting glow. Y/N's eyes scanned the room, finally landing on the figure standing by the blackboard.

Professor Lupin turned to face her, his eyes filled with kindness and warmth. He had a tired look about him, as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. But there was an air of wisdom and intelligence that made Y/N's heart skip a beat.

"Ah, Miss Y/L/N, I presume?" Professor Lupin greeted her with a gentle smile. "Please, come in. Take a seat."

Y/N nodded and took a seat at the front of the classroom, her heart fluttering nervously. As the other students filed in, Professor Lupin began the lesson, captivating the class with his vast knowledge and engaging teaching methods. Y/N found herself hanging onto every word, her fascination growing with each passing moment.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N found herself growing more and more infatuated with Professor Lupin. His calm and patient demeanor, combined with his intelligence, drew her in like a moth to a flame. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. It was wrong to have feelings for her teacher.

Throughout the lesson, Y/N found herself constantly stealing glances at Professor Lupin. His voice was soothing, lulling her into a sense of comfort as he explained the intricacies of the Patronus Charm. She admired the way he spoke, his words flowing effortlessly and captivating the entire class.

After class, Y/N lingered behind, pretending to gather her belongings as the other students filed out. She watched as Professor Lupin collected his papers, his brows furrowed in concentration. Summoning her courage, she approached his desk.

"Professor Lupin, I wanted to ask you something," Y/N began, her voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up, his eyes softening at the sight of her. "Of course, Y/N. What can I help you with?"

She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. "I... I was wondering if you could recommend any additional reading on the Patronus Charm. I find it fascinating and would love to learn more about it."

A smile spread across Professor Lupin's face as he reached for a nearby bookshelf, pulling out a worn, leather-bound book. "Ah, I have just the thing for you. This is an advanced text on the Patronus Charm. It delves into the theory behind it and provides numerous tips for successful casting. I believe you'll find it quite enlightening."

Y/N's eyes widened with gratitude as she accepted the book. "Thank you, Professor Lupin. I really appreciate it."

"It's my pleasure, Y/N. I am always here for you" he replied, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary.

Over the following weeks, Y/N found herself spending more and more time with Professor Lupin. They often engaged in deep discussions about various magical subjects, and their conversations would stretch into the night. Y/N cherished these moments, treasuring the connection she felt with him.

As the months passed, Y/N's feelings for Professor Lupin grew stronger and stronger. She found herself thinking about him constantly, and longing for his company. She couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt, knowing that a teacher-student relationship was taboo, but she couldn't deny her feelings.

One day, after class, well after curfew that is Y/N snuck out of the party that was held in her common room and drunkenly decided to take a chance and admit her feelings to Professor Lupin. She gathered her courage and knocked on his office door, her heart racing.

Unfortunately, her drunken confession came at the wrong time as Professor Lupin had just finished a particularly hard day of work and was resting in his office as he enjoyed his well-earned drink. He wasn't in the mood to entertain any conversations, let alone one with a drunken student, so he ignored the knock on the door and continued sipping on his drink, assuming that whoever it was outside the door would eventually get the hint and leave him alone. But she continued knocking on the door, oblivious to Lupin's intentions and wanting nothing more than to finally tell him how she really feels.

Lupin eventually got up and answered the door, immediately realizing that it was Y/N , and annoyed that this drunken adventure wasn't ending anytime soon. Despite his annoyance, Lupin was still fond of her and knew that she had been having a rough time lately, so he softened his demeanor and asked, "miss Y/N, what are you doing knocking on my door at this time of night?" she sheepishly looked down at her feet as she answered, "I-I wanted to tell you that I have feelings for you." Lupin's expression turned to one of confusion as he asked, "Is this some kind of joke?"

Y/N realized that she had to be serious if she wanted Lupin to take her seriously. She met Lupin's gaze and said in a determined tone, "No, this is no joke. I really do have feelings for you." Lupin's face softened further as he said, " I don't know what to say. I'm flattered, but we can't be together. I'm your professor, and-" she interrupted him, saying, "I'm not asking you to be my boyfriend, I just wanted you to know that I have real feelings for you."

Lupin looked at her, trying to figure out what to say next. He didn't want to hurt her feelings but at the same time, he couldn't ignore the fact that he had always been attracted to her. Eventually, he took a deep breath and said, "Listen Y/N… I can't act on any personal urges I may have for you. It's against school policy -and-"

Y/N interrupted him again as she stepped closer to him, putting her hands on his arms and leaning in closer. "So you're saying you're attracted to me too?"

Lupin felt his face blushing as the tension mounted between them. "I can't -", he began to say but was stopped as she leaned in closer to him, bringing her face close to his. Lupin couldn't ignore the fact that she was looking at him with such desire. He took a deep breath and said, "This is not the smartest thing either of us could do, but..”

He led her inside and locked the door behind them. He pushed her against the wall, eager to fulfill their unspoken desires. Y/N couldn't believe that her night of liquid courage had paid off, but she knew that she wanted Lupin more than anything in the world at that moment.

As Lupin kissed her with all the passion he had been suppressing for so long, her heart raced with emotion. She wrapped her arms around Lupin's neck and let him take control of the situation. Lupin gently pulled her robes off as he kissed her neck and began to explore her body. Despite his initial reservations, he couldn't deny that he wanted to be with Y/N in this moment. He moved his lips down to her neck, kissing and sucking gently as he made his way down her body. She let out a soft moan of pleasure as Lupin's lips brushed against her sensitive skin.

He continued to explore her body with his mouth, devouring her sensitive skin with his kisses. As his hands groped her curves, Y/N felt her pleasure grow and she responded by running her hands through Lupin's hair, pulling him closer and pressing herself against him. Lupin was feeling more aroused than he had in years and he finally forgot about his worries and concerns. His focus was now completely on the woman in his arms and the joy she was bringing him in this moment.

Lupin and Y/N’s passion intensified as they kissed and groped each other, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. Lupin knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he was beyond the point of worrying about rules or consequences. He wanted Y/N and he was going to have her no matter what. her moans of pleasure grew louder as Lupin increased the intensity of his kisses, running his hands over her body and squeezing her curves. Y/N was lost in a state of blissful pleasure that was overwhelming and she knew that she never wanted it to end

His hands moved down to Y/N's panties, pulling them off to reveal her wetness. He slid a finger inside her causing her to moan louder. Y/N reached down and unzipped Lupin's pants, freeing his hard member. She stroked him, making him groan in pleasure. Lupin positioned himself between her legs and entered her slowly at first, but then picking up speed. They moved together in perfect harmony, their passion intensifying with every thrust.

Lupin grabbed Y/N's hair and pulled it back, exposing her neck. He bit down on it leaving a mark. Y/N moaned in pleasure, the pain only adding to the pleasure Lupin's thrusts became rougher and more aggressive, making Y/N scream with pleasure. He spanked her ass, leaving it red and raw. They were both lost in a world of rough intense pleasure with nothing else mattering but the ecstasy they were feeling

Lupin continued to spank Y/N's ass, each hit sending waves of pleasure through her body. She begged for more, wanting to feel the pain and pleasure mix together. Lupin obliged, hitting her harder and harder until she was screaming in pleasure. He pulled out and flipped her over entering her from behind.

Lupin continued to thrust into Y/N, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She moaned and cried out calling him "daddy" in a moment of intense pleasure. Lupin's desire for her grew even stronger at the sound of the nickname, and he pounded into her harder and faster until they both reached the peak of ecstasy together.

He growled in pleasure as he continued to thrust into Y/N with rough, intense strokes "You like it rough, don't you, baby?" he asked his voice filled with desire. Y/N moaned in response, her body shaking with pleasure. "Yes, daddy," she replied, her voice filled with need. Lupin's thrusts became even rougher, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room

he whispered dirty words into her ear, telling her how much he wanted her and how he was going to make her come. Y/N's moans grew louder and more intense as he continued to pleasure her with his rough, skilled hands

Lupin continued to thrust into Y/N with rough, intense strokes until he finally reached his peak. Lupin's climax was intense, his body shaking with pleasure as he came inside her with a groan. They both collapsed onto the bed exhausted and satisfied with their experience. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing.

Lupin pulled Y/N close to him and whispered in her ear, "That was amazing, baby" Y/N smiled up at him, feeling content and satisfied. "Yes, it was," she replied, her voice filled with pleasure. They both knew that what they had just experienced was something special, something that they would never forget.

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[atydblack]

"hands"

professor remus lupin x reader

masterlist (requests are open!)

heres an older remus x reader fic! pls send in some requests like give me a character and a kink or an idea and ill try my best to write it <3 warnings: smut, age gap, professorxstudent (consenual) MDNI

Professor Lupin sat at his desk in his office as you approached him. Your cheeks were blushed red at the sight of him staring intently at your papers in his hands.

"Hi, Professor." You spoke quietly as you took a seat next to him. You had been failing miserably at his classes to the point he's had to give you extra tutoring... not that you could complain.

"Y/N." He gives you a small smile as he places your classwork on his desk. "I understand that you've been having some difficulties understanding the material in my class?"

You nod obediently, ignoring the burning sensation between your legs as you took in his every detail. You used to be top of the class at Defence Against The Dark Arts, alongside every other class. However, since he because your teacher... you could no longer focus on your classwork.

"I see," Remus' eyebrows furrowed as he sat back in his chair, manspreading. "Which chapters have caused you the most trouble?"

Your mind grew hazy as you basically drooled at the sight of him, wanting nothing more than to place yourself on his lap and let him fuck you senseless.

"I-" You stuttered, squeezing your thighs together to relieve some sort of tension. Remus noticed this, his eyes travelling down to your skirt and bare legs. "All of it."

"Even the basic chapters?" His face hardened as you nodded. "I've been looking through your papers from previous years, Y/N... it seems to be a recent issue."

Remus shifted slightly, leaning forwards in his seat. His eyes remained fixed on yours as your cheeks grew red.

"Can I ask you a question, Y/N?" Remus said softly, one hand resting on the arm of your chair making you almost whimper. You glanced at his hand for a moment, visualising all the things he could do with it. Your eyes return to his and you nod obediently.

"Is it really the course material that you're struggling with? Or are there other reasons for your poor performance?" His expression held a hint of curiosity.

"I-I guess I've been a little distracted." You almost mumble, feeling yourself get wet at having his undivided attention.

"Oh," His eyebrows raised curiosity flashing across his face for a second. He spoke almost innocently, his eyes scanning your body once more, taking in your appearance. "Distracted by what?"

"You, Professor." You whimper, feeling completely transfixed under his gaze.

Remus took a quick breath as his chest raised and lowered again.

"Me?" You could tell he was holding back a smirk as he continued to pry and his voice darkened. "What is it exactly that you find distracting about me?"

"Y-you've just been causing some... dark thoughts." You respond quietly.

"Dark thoughts?" He couldn't hold back his smirk anymore. Your breath caught in your through as his hand moved from the arm of your chair to your bare thigh. "Can you specify?"

"Y-your hands." You moan out, opening your legs ever so slightly absentmindedly. You looked down at his hands, they wrapped round your small legs perfectly.

"What about my hands?" As he spoke, his hands travelled inch by inch up your thigh.

"W-when I see them... all I can think about is having them round my throat." You whine, his eyes widening at your words.

"Your throat?" He questioned further, squeezing your thigh.

"And other places." Your eyes returned to his and you realised just how close he was to you.

"Other places?" Remus was now inches from your face.

"My wrists... my waist... my mouth..." You noticed his eyes darken as a subtle grin crept into his features.

"Is that it?" He spoke in a dark voice and you shook your head no obedienty.

"My pussy." You finally let out and in that second he snapped, his mouth attaching itself to yours desperately.

You moaned against his lips as his tongue quickly found yours. His harsh grip on your thigh was replaced with your throat and you felt your brain grow foggy at the lack of oxygen.

Your fantasy was coming true, all those lessons sat with a puddle between your legs imagining Remus fucking you dumb was about to happen.

"Bend over my desk." Remus instructed, breaking away from the kiss.

"Y-yes, Professor." You whimpered, bending over in front of him so your abdomen was placed against the oak and your ass was facing him.

All you could do is whimper as he lifts your skirt to reveal your panties soaked in your own pleasure.

"Fucking hell, kitten." He chuckles, bringing his fingers up to your clothed cunt and rubbing small circles. "Are you always this wet for me?"

You nodded submissively and let out a yelp as he smacked you harshly on your bare cheek.

"Words, kitten." Remus spoke agressively.

"Yes, Professor." You spoke quietly. "I-I'm always wet for you."

He pulled your panties down slowly and you heard his own buckle being undone.

"You didn't think I was gonna reward you, did you?" You can hear the smirk in his voice as he speaks. "Dumb kittens don't deserve rewards."

Remus aligned himself with your pussy, not bothering to touch you beforehand to ease you into it. He grabbed your hair and pulled you up slightly so he could whisper in your ear.

"You want this, kitten?" He whispered. "Tell me you want your Professors cock in your sweet little pussy."

"I want your cock, Professor." You cry, desperate for any kind of stimulation. "Please."

Without a second thought he pushed himself into you, giving you no time to ease into things before thrusting into you.

You tightened around him as he let out a low groan, his cock filled you perfectly.

"Fuck" He muttered, not used to how tight your pussy is. He let go of your hair and grabbed your throat.

"Look how pathetic you are for me, baby." He groaned, quickening his pace. "Open your mouth."

You comply and feel two of his fingers down your throat. You try your best not to cough and choke around them but fail miserable.

"Aw, baby can't you handle it? I thought this is what you wanted?" He speaks sarcastically as suddenly he removes himself from you. You whimper at the loss of contact but he quickly turns you around so you're on your back.

"I-I can handle it." You whine, your brain foggy as he looks at you with a dark grin.

He pushes his cock into you again, this time thrusting into you at a ridiculously slow rate.

"You want me to fuck you properly, huh?" His voice belittling as you nod desperately.

"Yes, Professor."

"Then promise me you'll get your grades up," He smirks. "I don't want a dumb kitten."

"I-I'm not dumb." You whine, raising your hips to his but he quickly forces you down with his big hands.

"Then promise me."

"I-I promise, Professor." You don't have the chance to think twice as he begins fucking you relentlessly.

His mouth finds your neck as he sucks harshly, leaving bite marks all over you. You quickly reach your high, clenching around him as he finishes too, his cum spreading inside your tight cunt.

Remus removes himself from you all too quickly, pulling his trousers back up and wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

You stand to your feet, your legs weak as his cum runs down your bare thighs.

"I'll see you in class, Y/N" He smirks, grabbing your underwear from the floor and putting it in his pocket. "Get your grades up and maybe I'll think about that reward."

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[mymiraclealigner]

I only write for older Remus Lupin. [*] indicates smut

If you didn't know me like you do*

Remus and his ex-student have gotten really close during the Christmas Break

Pointless Jealousy

A guy is flirting with you and Remus has to do something about it.

Teatime

Y/n struggles to take her tea.

Let the rain in*

reader is worried that the window is open.

Femme Fatale*

Remus is crazy about his student; but she likes playing too much.

No crumbs left*

Remus and Y/n spend New Year's at home.

Conversation deviated

Remus invites you to his office to discuss the new reading club, but the conversation deviates.

The third night*

Remus is infatuated with his flirty student and he can't help acting on his feelings.

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[lupinmoonlight]

Sinful

Masterlist AO3

Summary - You experience your first orgasm dry humping your DADA professor on his desk. He, in turn, makes a mess all over you. (612 words)

Warnings - Teacher/student relationship, dry humping, innocence kink if you squint, age gap, my grammar (english is my second language), not proof read.

Notes - This is just smut without plot. I just felt like writing a short piece before bed! Good night ~

An innocent "Y/N, may I have a word?" after your DADA class had led to you now being pinned to Professor Lupin's desk, legs spread as he stood between them. You lifted your hips instinctively, your body reacting to his evident arousal. The warmth of your body through the thin fabric of your skirt was maddening to him. You could feel the hard ridge of his length pressing intently against his trouser. 

You began moving against him tentatively, little uncertain sways of your hips that had him biting his lip to stifle a moan. He tried his best to stay still, to let you explore the new sensations, but every slight brush, every subtle grind was driving him closer and closer to the edge. 

"That's it, Y/N", he murmured hoarsely, his voice dripping with lust. 

Your breaths were fast, your cheeks flushed with arousal, and the little moan you let out went straight to his core. "Professor...I've never...I don't-" you tried to explain, but words failed you. 

"It's okay," he reassured you, cupping your cheek with one hand while he anchored you to him with the other on your waist. "Let go for me. Feel it, love. Let me feel you." 

The soft whimper that you released had him nearly undone. "Professor," you whispered, the overwhelming sensations crashing over you as your whole body tensed up against him. 

"That's it, good girl," he whispered in praise against your neck. 

The knowledge that he had been the cause of your pleasure, that he had brought you to that pinnacle of bliss for the first time, snapped the last threat of his restraint. "F-fuck", he growled, grinding himself against you with abandon, chasing that mind-numbing pleasure. "I'm close." 

In the heat of the moment, his hands, shaky with need, slid beneath your skirt, fingers brushing over the fabric of your panties, feeling the warmth and dampness there. With a low growl, His hips began moving on their own accord, the desperate grind of his arousal evident in his every movement. The friction, the heat of your body, was intoxicating. "I'm so close...fuck, I'm going to come," he warned you, the words coming out ragged and breathless. 

With a few hurried thrusts, the overwhelming sensation became too much. Fumbling with his trousers, he managed to unbutton them just in time, freeing himself from the restricting fabric, his fingers closing around his length. Lifting the hem of your skirt, his eyes darkened at the sight of your thighs and soaked panties. 

As the impending rush of his climax approached, he aimed himself at you, giving himself a few hard, rough strokes. A string of curses fell from his lips, "Ah, fuck..." he moaned as thick ropes of warmth spilled onto the lace of your skin, hot and sticky. His hand continued to move, prolonging the sensation, making sure every drop, every spurt landed on you in a possessive display. 

"Merlin," he panted, his forehead resting against yours, his breath hot against your lips. Taking a moment to recover, he looked down at the debauched scene. Your face was a picture of flushed innocence and surprise, your lips slightly parted as you too, tried to catch your breath. The remnants of his climax, still warm against your skin, was a foreign but not unwelcome sensation. The sight was sinful. Erotic. Wrong. Intoxicating.

With a hand still resting on your thigh, he leaned down, pressing a soft, almost reverent kiss to your lips. "We're a mess," you murmured, a small smile forming as you felt the warmth of his breath against your skin. "Apologies for that," he replied, although he didn't mean it.

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[valaryswrites]

🪐 pov: you overheard your boyfriend remus and his friend sirius talking about you

warnings: english is not my first language & mentions of being hard. mostly fluff

Grimmauld Place was silent that night. You took a nap, and what a nap! You woke up feeling dizzy, you watched the sky trough the window; it was dark, and of course, raining.

There was a pair of glasses in the bed right next to you. But there were no books. Not a single one. So apparently, Remus spent the whole evening watching you sleep. He’s not a nap guy.

Walking down the stairs you smelled the sweet scent of an apple whisky; Sirius was probably drunk, it was his favorite drink, and it was friday. You heard Lupin’s voice.

In silence, you approached the nearest door; right next to the kitchen.

You were ready to join them, but you stopped the moment you heard something that caught your attention.

“I didn’t know she hated Snape.” said Sirius, and you knew he was taking about you. “Can’t blame her, that cheeky mother fucker will be the death of me.” Remus laughed.

“Yeah, she does.” the man said. “She was her student, and you know how much Severus loves his students.”

“I don’t know about Snape, but the one who really loves his students is actually you, mate.” Black laughed out loud. “Can’t believe you were fucking one of them! Thank god she’s old enough.”

“Ugh, don’t be a pain in my ass, Pads.” said Remus smiling. “She wasn’t my student back then.”

There was a silent. You thought about stop hearing that private conversation and make yourself visible. But Sirius started talking again, and you couldn’t help it; they were mentioning you.

“You really love her, huh?” Black asked after pronouncing your name in a whisper.

“I do, yes.” Lupin answered and of course, you smiled. It wasn’t new; both of you said those three words thousand of times to each other. But that tingle in your belly was always there.

“I’m glad you do, Moony.” Sirius said. “I want you to know that… I like her. It won’t be a problem for me if you want her to live here with us.” your heart stopped for a moment. “I would love that. I’ve been alone for so long... I like her company.”

“Yeah, I thought about that.” Remus whispered and took a deep breath. “But I don’t want her to think I’m going… too fast.” You insulted him inside your head. How silly! Of course you wanted to.

“Oh, come on, Remus!” Padfoot said. “You are adorable, but kind of stupid sometimes. Do you love her or not? Don’t doubt, for god’s sake! We could die any day!”

“I know!” Remus answered quickly. “She listened to me when nobody else did. You were away, and she was my only friend. I like having her around, she makes me happy... and hard.”

“But mostly hard.” You said, making your appearance at the kitchen. You walked towards Remus and kissed his cheek. He smiled, and Sirius laughed.

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[writing-in-the-impala]

Secret Smokes (Part 10)

Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader

Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, drinking, teacher-student relationship, angst, jealousy, fluff, smut.

Word Count: 2960

A/N: A lovely human asked me today if this fic is over and I thought damn I got to update quick before I lose all my readers. Hope 2024 is treating you all well, here's to the first post of the year!

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You opened your eyes scanning the room you're in, first you saw the curtains shut. Clothes neatly pilled on the side, a messy stack of books and parchment. Then you turned around and saw the back of Remus's head as he slept peacefully. Thoughts of guilt, lust and memories flooded your head. You began to think whether he regrets last night, was it just a drunk mistake, what do you say to him when he wakes up. You felt him move and turn towards you, on his face a gentle smile. "Morning dear, how'd you sleep?" He asked and kissed your forehead.

"Really well, you?" He scooped you closer with his arms to his chest.

"Let's ignore the conversation we have to have now and just savour this moment." He whispered while cuddling close to you.

"I like that idea." You replied breathing in his smell. Your heart felt full and you felt so comfortable like this was the place you were waiting to be your whole life, and he didn't seem to regret it but rather welcome it.

"Now dear would you like some coffee? Breakfast?" He asked softly not letting you go.

"What a gentleman." You joked in return.

"I try my best." He said with a wink before kissing the top of your head and standing up, he put on a T-shirt and his trousers from last night. "I'll start making the coffee, rest as long as you want."

You lay there in naked confusion and bliss, you were happy but you were confused. You had no idea how you will face him in class after waking up in his bed. You got out of bed putting on yesterdays clothes and grabbing one of Remus's sweaters for warmth before making your way down to the kitchen. The room smelt of coffee, Remus looked younger for a moment with messy hair and wearing no socks on the cold floor as he made coffee. He turned around with a smile. "Good morning, nice jumper." He said with a wink. He winked a lot you noted, maybe he was just as nervous as you right now. "Do you like it with milk or black?" He asked.

"Splash of milk please, no sugar." You confirmed and he followed your instructions and handed it to you. "Perfect thank you."

"Care to join me on the roof for a smoke and coffee? Then we can think of breakfast plans." He said walking towards the stair case and you followed. You sat down side by side on two chairs, it was cold but you didn't mind. "You know this has always been my guilty pleasure, coffee and a cig the morning after, I thought it made me cool." He admitted looking out onto London.

"It makes you look cold, I'm not sure if cool is the right word." You said and he laughed lightly to response, shaking his head.

"It used to calm my nerves because I wasn't sure what to do with a girl in the morning after, how guys are meant to act, so I figured out to start my mornings with a smoke and conversation, not that this is a common occurrence."

"What you don't sleep with your students often?" you joked to ease your discomfort about this whole situation.

"I don't sleep with anyone often, especially students."

"Why?"

"Because they're my students and I have somewhat of a professional-" You interrupted him by saying "No I mean why don't you sleep with people often."

"Y/N you know what I am."

"So?"

"So, being around me, close to me is not only dangerous but also a burden to a persons life. Therefore I've found it's better to focus on solitude and not burden anyone else who I may possibly care for. Y/N I am not a man I am-" You once again cut in to stop Remus Lupin from his usual self-loathing pit. "I'm hungry."

He quickly checked his watch "We could go to a bakery about 5 minutes away they should be open, we can grab some pastries if you'd like."

"What time is it?" You asked in fear.

"Half past nine, why do you need to be somewhere?" He asked with a slight painful tang behind his voice.

"The Weasleys, I was meant to be staying there. I need to go before they all wake up." You said leaving your coffee and heading down to Remus's bedroom, Remus followed you down.

"I'm sure you'll be okay, just tell them you fell asleep on the sofa." He tried to calm you as you put on your jacket and gathered your belongings.

"No, I'll never hear the end of this. Molly will kill me." You said in panic.

"Y/N you're an adult they'll understand, just stay finish your coffee, I can write to Molly that you are here." He said placing a hand on your shoulder to calm you.

"I'm sorry Remus I don't want to run like this but I have to, I don't want to try and explain why I'm here in the morning. Happy new year." You simply said to him as his face dropped into a frown.

"Happy New Year." He said quietly and you apparated to the Weasleys house. You didn't know that you left Remus with a feeling of enormous guilt, he felt like he used the opportunity of you drunk to sleep with you and now you regretted it. He was reminded of your age by the way you rushed home, you may be eighteen but you still sometimes behaved like someone's daughter and that made Remus feel uneasy about perusing you, especially when you have to rush home the morning after. Rush home to a friend of his. The guilt ate him alive as he cleaned the coffee that you didn't finished and put out your half-smoked cigarette. In that moment he made a decision, he messed up, he got close to you and kissed you because he couldn't control himself and based on how you ran out the house you obviously regretted everything.

You on the other hand felt guilty for leaving, Remus treated you nicer than anyone else you've ever slept with, he made you coffee, he cared, it filled your heart with warmth, you knew you'll have to apologise for how you left. You slowly walked through the house up to the spare room you were staying in when you bumped into Percy who was going to the bathroom. He gave you a quick look up and down in a judgmental way and didn't even say hi, then as you passed the twins' room they opened the door with big grins. "Nice jumper." They both said at once. You looked down and saw you left in Remus's jumper.

"Shit." You took it off in that very moment in panic. "Don't tell anyone." You warned them.

"Our lips are sealed." They said in unison. "Although we will high five him next time we see him." Fred shrugged.

"Don't you dare Weasley." You warned.

"So how was sleeping with our dear professor?" George asked.

"Was it everything you dreamed of?" Fred added.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Was it at least good?" Fred pushed.

"The best I've ever had. And he made me coffee in the morning and hugged me and kissed me." You felt like you were melting just thinking about it.

"The best?" Fred repeated.

"Who knew prof would be so good." George added.

"Let's not talk about it, I actually have to sit in his class after this." You felt a bit sick at the idea, that was the end of that conversation. You quickly went to take a shower and change. After that you wrote a letter to Remus apologising about leaving so soon and thanking him for the coffee. He didn't reply. You sent him another three letters over the next few days making sure he's okay however he didn't reply. So you got the message, and he did regret it, he was just being nice to you in the morning because he was a good person. You were nervous to go back to Hogwarts but you decided you won't let New Years stop you. You came back a week before term, and you thought it may be good to bump into Remus before term starts to talk. You went to the bridge but he didn't, you knocked on his office but no one answered, you even tried to find him using the map but it was like he was always waking away from you.

You finally saw him on the first day of term, he was sitting eating breakfast in the great hall with all the teachers. You received and owl and it was from him but he didn't look up at you at all.  The letter read:

"Welcome back to the new term miss L/N.

As previously agreed our tutoring continues to prepare you for you exams.

- Professor R.J.Lupin"

You looked up at him but he didn't look at you.

In his lesson that day you sat nervously in your seat, you were sitting next to Sebastian as you and Percy weren't on talking terms after New Years. "Are you okay?" Sebastian whispered watching you move around in your seat nervously waiting for Lupin to arrive to the classroom.

"Just nervous about exams." You explained to him, he put a hand on your leg to steady it. "It's okay you'll do great, I've got some calming fraught if you want it though." He said and you nodded. He slipped  you the potion and you drank it, you didn't realise that around the time Sebastian put his hand on your leg Remus was walking in the classroom and watching the whole interaction. "Better?" Sebastian asked and you nodded in response. "Thank you." You said and he gave you a smile before moving his hand from your leg as you had stopped shaking from stress. Remus cleared his throat as he stood at the front of the classroom. "Welcome back I hope you've all had a good new year," Remus said, looking at you intensely during the last three words. You instantly felt hot however because of the position you didn't feel worried instead slightly turned on as you looked back at him, after a moment of eye contact he ripped his eyes away.

"Now I'm sure you're all nervous, but I will get you as prepared for your exams as possible all I ask is for you to listen and pay attention and that way I can help you." He continued, his eyes kept catching yours as if he couldn't look away and you were now enjoying the attention as all stress had left your body. However the closer to the end of the lesson it got the more the potion started to wear off and you could no longer look Lupin in the eye, he noticed the change in you and was very confused, he simply couldn't read you, he knew you took a potion however he wasn't sure what you took, he suspected it was calming draught but he had to ask you in your tutoring session if you show up. You considered skipping it but you knew you had to speak to Remus sooner or later and you didn't want to fail your exams because of him.

You lightly knocked on his office door filled with a bit of anxiety, he was sitting marking papers when you came in and he smiled gently at you but you could see he was on edge just like you. "Good afternoon Miss L/N. I hope you had a good Christmas." He greeted you and it filled you with anger that he was just pretending nothing happened.

"Can we talk?" You asked quietly sitting down on a chair near the front.

"Is it about your studies?"

"Obviously not." You snarked and he sighed pulling up a chair opposite you.

"We shouldn't, it's my responsibility to prepare you for your exams and" he began before you interrupted with a simple. "Remus." He loosened his tie and sighed.

"I'm really sorry Y/N. I'm really sorry for what I did, I should've been the responsible adult, I'm your teacher for fuck sake." He began and he looked visibly upset.

"Do you regret it?" You asked gently.

"Obviously, I shouldn't have put you in that situation. I pushed myself onto you, I knew my feelings for you I shouldn't have spoken to you at all if I was drinking."

"But I wanted to kiss you."

"Y/N I'm your teacher." He said as a matter of fact.

"So I don't care do you? Answer honestly."

"No." He shook his head and swallowed hard.

"Would you want to kiss me again?" He did say anything he just looked at your lips. "Answer honestly Remus." You added and he shook his head.

"Then do it." His eyes didn't leave your lips for a moment and then he made eye contact with you and he simply said "I can't."

"Why?" You asked him pleading.

"Because I am falling incredibly hard for you, and all I'm going to do is hurt you. Because I am your teacher. Because I can't offer you anything much more than a tea and a great music taste and an awful lot of knowledge on books."

"I don't care, you made me feel special, you make me feel loved."  You continued to beg.

"Don't lie to me I saw how you ran out the house." He said with a angry and annoyed tone.

"I wrote to you three time to apologies, and you ignored every single letter." You said feeling like you're about to cry.

"You did?" His complexion changed suddenly.

"Yes. But I got the message that you rather ignore all this happened."

"Y/N, I wanted to make you coffee, take care of you and then talk to you like an adult about what this means for our lives here, but you ran out and the only letter I received was this from Percy." He said pulling out a letter that was crumbled up in his pocket, the address was Hogwarts, of course, all your letters went to the cottage but he didn't go there he came straight to the castle it all clicked.

"Why did Percy write to you?" You asked softly and he just handed you the letter to read.

"Dear professor Lupin,

As head boy I urge to remind you that you are our professor within and outside school grounds. And I believe you don't need to be reminded of school rules, especially for a man with your condition losing this job may be disastrous.

Happy new year, P. Weasley Head boy of Gryffindor"

"That prick." You said quietly and looked up at Remus. "I promise I didn't tell him anything."

"How would he know?" Remus asked he looked like you betrayed him.

"Your jumper," you began and Remus have you a puzzled look. "I came home in it the morning after and Percy saw me, he gave me a look of hate, we haven't talked since." You answered honestly. "Remus I'm sorry about this, can you ignore it and can we have this conversation based on our own opinions." You said and Remus sighed.

"No matter what I am your teacher and we've crossed a line."

"How do you expect me to focus in your lessons after what you've done to me professor?"

"Fuck you calling me professor like it doesn't turn you on." He said looking away and taking a deep shaky breath. "Can I kiss you one last time dear?" He asked and you nodded. And he leaned over the desk to kiss you slowly, the kiss was desperate and slow, as if he was savouring the moment, he put a hand on your cheek and tucked your hair behind your ear just like he did that first morning.

"Don't make it the last." You said as soon as he pulled away.

"Dear, as soon as you realise I'm just a broke man who's been cursed since childhood the sooner you'll realise you don't want me, so many men will be able to offer you the world, I won't."

"I hate you, I hate that you won't even give yourself a chance to be happy." You said feeling like you're about to cry.

"Y/N I'm trying to protect you." He pleaded.

"Or maybe you're just trying to protect yourself from feeling any good emotion in your life?" You said standing up. "Maybe you don't realise you're hurting me by not even trying, by leading me on."

"I'm sorry Y/N, I truly don't know what I'm doing, I wish I was, let's leave this conversation for another day let's start working on revision."

"Remus how am I meant to sit here and listen to you teach me while all I can think about is wether you like me just for sex, wether it's because you get turned on by fucking your student, wether you're just lonely and I'm convenient or wether an ounce of you actually cares about me."

"Y/N, if you want to have this conversation with me you need to act your age not frantically shout your thoughts at me like a school girl." He said harshly his mood becoming a lot more authoritarian.

"I am a school girl! I hate you Remus Lupin, I hate how you treat me, I hate you for making me feel like I mattered for you to just change your mind when it's convenient. I hate Percy for that letter. But I really hate you." You said pushing the tears away from your eyes.

"I'm not surprised, I hate me too." He said looking down at the desk and then he went silent.

"No Remus. I didn't mean-" You began realising your emotions got the better of you, truly you were scared about how much you liked him, how dependent you were becoming on him, how life wasn't the same without him.

"You've said enough. Goodbye." Remus said turning around and walking upstairs to his office without a single turn back to face you. And that was the last time you saw Remus Lupin that week, the next lesson you had with Lupin was taken over by Snape, and even your tutoring was now with McGonagall. Lupin returned on Friday evening, you saw him in the great hall during dinner, that's when you received and owl from him which was rare during dinner...

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charmed [12]: 'expecto patronum' (remus lupin x reader)

a/n: happy new year guys<3 welcome back to charmed! this part continues directly after part 8, the christmas special, as everyone at hogwarts slowly return to classes after the holiday break. may it ease your transition back to work/school for you too. as always, id love some feedback and your thoughts/ideas as this series is still v much in progression!

series summary: set in the prisoner of azkaban, including its major plot points. remus and y/n get hired by dumbledore last minute to teach at hogwarts, defense against the dark arts and charms respectively. not wanting the students to know they are married, they navigate the challenging year through hidden glances, hand holds underneath the table and loving moments in their offices. even with all their efforts to conceal their relationship, their chemistry does not go unnoticed by the student population of hogwarts, who grow fond of the pair as they offer them some of the best classes they’ve had in a while. their relationship as newlyweds is strengthened as teaching the next generation of wizards unlocks a sea of memories of their love story. for the second time in his life, remus holds hogwarts responsible for some of his happiest memories. he’s given the chance to create them with the love of his life, y/n, who has taught and continues to teach him that every part of him is lovable, remaining forever under her charm.

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12.

1980 flashback.

Y/N and Remus were on a cliff. Under it, were a sea of Dementors swirling, slowly making their ascent towards them.

“Y/N, stop, this mission is too dangerous! Let’s go report back to Dumbledore saying we were ambushed!” Remus cried.

Y/N shook her head, looking towards the Dementors.

“Dumbledore wanted us to talk to them, so I will!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, with that amount of them it’s no use- they’d suck your soul out.”

Y/N cried. “Don’t you see what I’m doing? I love you and you love me, but the only reason you won’t let us be together is that you’re too scared, so now I’m gonna give you something REAL to be scared about!”

“Y/N, don’t be crazy-“

With that, Remus stepped forward, clasped both of Y/N’s cheeks in his hands and kissed with her.

Y/N jerked awake. There she laid in her bed, back slightly sweaty and her blanket sliding off the left side of her body. What the fuck was that about… she thought. Getting out of bed, she went to the bathroom to pee.

Why was she dreaming about intense, dramatic, romantic declarations with Remus? Her best friend?

Deep down, she knew.

+

1993, present time.

“Professor Y/L/N.”

Professor McGonagall said, walking into the teacher’s lounge. It was empty except for Y/N.

“Hi, Professor McGonagall!”

“Did you have a good Christmas holiday?” Professor McGonagall said, pulling on the chair beside Y/N’s and taking a seat. She pulled out a massive package wrapped in brown paper.

“I did, I did. Very peaceful with Remus, and happy to be at Hogwarts. It’s just magical here. You?”

“Yes, very restful. Now… listen. We have a situation that would require your help and expertise, if you would be willing to participate.”

“Yes, of course, what’s going on?” Y/N quirked her eyebrow in worry, glancing down at the package McGonagall started opening up. “Wow, beautiful broom!”

“Indeed, it is the latest model. A Firebolt. Extremely rare and expensive, as you might know, and it was sent to Harry Potter.”

Y/N looked up to meet McGonagall’s gaze before she continued, “anonymously. Because of the peculiarities of his situation… and who might have sent it, I thought it’d be best to confiscate it and have you and Madam Hooch strip it down to make sure it isn’t dangerous.”

Y/N nodded, inspecting the broom carefully. “Yes, of course, I completely understand.” She dragged a hand slowly across the broomstick to feel its new varnish. “How did Harry react to it?”

McGonagall sighed slightly. “Oh you can imagine, boys. Him and Weasley seemed absolutely furious at Miss Granger, who was the one who brought this broom to my attention. I’m afraid their friendship with her is a bit rocky at the moment… although it can’t be entirely about the Firebolt. I’ve been hearing Weasley cuss out Granger’s cat often, something about him wanting to eat his rat… anyway. I’ll leave it to Madam Hooch to store, then, and you can work out with her a schedule to perform the safety tests on it?”

“Yep, that sounds good, thank you Minerva.” Y/N said, distractedly bidding McGonagall goodbye as the latter stepped out politely, glisteningly new broomstick in hand.

Y/N tried to imagine what Harry must’ve looked like when he received the Firebolt. Little did she know that the pair actually had her husband in mind for a split second.

"I can't believe this," Harry muttered, running a hand along the Firebolt, while Ron sank onto Harry's bed, laughing his head off at the thought of Malfoy. "Who -?"

"I know," said Ron, controlling himself, "I know who it could've been -- Lupin!"

"What?" said Harry, now starting to laugh himself "Lupin? Listen, if he had this much gold, he'd be able to buy himself some new robes."

"Yeah, but he likes you," said Ron. "And he was away when your Nimbus

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got smashed, and he might've heard about it and decided to visit Diagon Alley and get this for you --"

"What d'you mean, he was away?" said Harry. "He was ill when I was playing in that match."

"Well, he wasn't in the hospital wing," said Ron. "I was there, cleaning out the bedpans on that detention from Snape, remember?"

Harry frowned at Ron.

"I can't see Lupin affording something like this.”

Hogwarts really was its students, Y/N thought. The Christmas holiday had barely ended, and now with the students coming back, the monotonous uneventfulness of the winter break came to a sudden halt as well.

+

Classes started again the next day. The last thing anyone felt like

doing was spending two hours on the grounds on a raw January morning, but Hagrid had provided a bonfire full of salamanders for their

enjoyment, and they spent an unusually good lesson collecting dry wood and leaves to keep the fire blazing while the flame-loving lizards scampered up and down the crumbling, white-hot logs. Harry was just turning over a burning piece of wood with two sticks when a few of his friends beside him said, “Hi, Professor Lupin! Professor Y/L/N!”

Harry looked up, surprised to see his Defence Against the Dark Arts and Charms teachers marching down the hill towards Hagrid’s Hut. Professor Lupin was wearing his usual patchy brown winter coat, while Professor Y/L/N was in her black one, hands clad with pink mittens and neck wrapped in a thick scarf that took up half her chest.

“Hi guys!” Y/N waved merrily, stomping her boots through the snow. “Hagrid, we saw from the window you had a salamander bonfire going and started craving fire-roasted marshmallows, do you think it’d be alright?”

“We really hope we’re not disturbing in your lesson.” Remus said.

“Of course not!” Hagrid let out a large belly laugh, “the more the merrier at my lessons! Actually gang, this is a good opportunity. Everyone, let’s feed the salamanders a bit of pepper, maybe their burps will give you a good flame for your marshmallows.”

The class excitedly lined up in front of Hagrid to get a spoonful of pepper, then went looking on the ground for a nice long stick before going to Y/N and Remus for a marshmallow.

“Do NOT roast marshmallows on your wand!” Y/N cried out, tears of laughter leaking out of her eyes as she pointed to Seamus, who was about to attempt sticking his own wand on top of the flames.

“The salamanders won’t try to eat the marshmallows, will they?” A student asked.

The class, along with Remus and Y/N looked at Hagrid, who answered, “No, no, they’re not into that food. They must eat pepper to stay alive, don’t forget that.”

Once everyone managed to successfully feed a salamander pepper and get a good crispiness on their marshmallow, Hagrid called for a break so everyone can sit down on a tree stump and enjoy their snack.

The class was coming to an end, and everyone helped clean up with sticky fingers.

“I wanna feed one of the salamanders,” Y/N whispered into Remus as they stood to the side, watching Hagrid wrap up his lesson.

“Here, let’s go get some pepper.”

They snuck up on a salamander that was blissfully roasting in the fire.

“How much do I give-“

“Oh, shit-“

“Run- aH!”

Remus had clumsily overfed a salamander and it let out a heavy burp that lit a small flame on Remus’ sleeve.

“Rem, HERE, HERE! SNOW!” Y/N frantically yelled at him, all while picking up fistfuls of snow and throwing them at him in hopes to put the fire out on.

The students watch the scene unfold with hands covering their mouths, as Y/N pushed Remus onto the snow, accidentally sending herself onto the ground as well.

“Is it out, is the fire out-“ Y/N gasped for air, partially out of breath out of exhaustion, but also from the sheer pain in her ribs that came from laughing too much.

“It’s out, it’s out.” Remus panted.

“Professors,” Hagrid said, shaking his head, pulling the both of them up as if they were dolls. “Always, always feed salamanders by the spoonful.

“Right, so sorry Hagrid.”

The class left for the Castle in extremely high spirits, faces still red from how hard they laughed at Professors Y/L/N and Lupin.

“God, they’re just the best, aren’t they?”

“They’re so fucking funny each time they’re together, I can’t.”

"Still looks ill, doesn't he?" Ron said to Harry as they walked down the

corridor. "What d'you reckon's the matter with him?”

There was a loud and impatient "tuh" from behind them. It was Hermione, who had been walking behind them, wrestling to zip up her bag, which was so full of books it wouldn't close.

"And what are you tutting at us for?" said Ron irritably.

"Nothing," said Hermione in a lofty voice, heaving her bag back over her shoulder.

"Yes, you were," said Ron. "I said I wonder what's wrong with Lupin, and you —"

"Well, isn't it obvious?" said Hermione, with a look of maddening superiority.

"If you don't want to tell us, don't," snapped Ron. "Fine," said Hermione haughtily, and she marched off.

"She doesn't know," said Ron, staring resentfully after Hermione. 

It seemed that the marshmallows were not enough to put the boys in a mood good enough to forgive their friend.

+

"Had a good Christmas?" Oliver Wood said as he saw Harry in the hallway, and then, without waiting for an answer, he sat down, lowered his voice, and said, "I've been, doing some thinking over Christmas, Harry. After last match, you know. If the dementors come to the next one... I mean... we can't afford you to — well —"

Wood broke off, looking awkward.

"I'm working on it," said Harry quickly. "Professor Lupin said he'd train me to ward off the dementors. We should be starting this week. He said he'd have time after Christmas.”

“Oh, okay amazing!

After Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Harry went up to Remus’ desk.

"Ah yes," said Lupin, when Harry reminded him of his promise at the end of class. "Let me see... how about eight o'clock on Thursday evening? The History of Magic classroom should be large enough.... I'll have to think carefully about how we're going to do this.... We can't bring a

real dementor into the castle to practice on...."

+

“I love Thursday evenings.” Y/N plopped down onto the bed, rubbing her eyes. “This first week back to classes has been brutal. Thank God, my Fridays are chill.”

“My Fridays,” Remus plopped down right beside her, “are not chill. I have a 1st-period class.”

Y/N laughed, rolling over to swing her arm over him. 

“Oh, you think that’s funny?” Remus grunted, turning over onto his side to stare at her scoldingly, which only made her laugh even more. 

“Very funny.”

A few moments of silence passed as their laughter died down, before Remus broke it again.

“I have to meet up with Harry to show him how to make a Patronus, you wanna come?”

“Ooh, interesting.” Y/N said with her eyes closed.

“Or you can sleep.”

“I’m not sleeping.”

“Your eyes are closed.”

“And my mouth is moving.” Y/N replied. “If I was asleep, would I be talking right now?”

Remus chuckled, leaning down to peck her on the lips. Y/N opened one eye, squinting at him.

“Okay, yes, I’d love to come. I wonder if he’ll be better at Patronuses than me, it literally took me 4 years to get one.”

“Let’s go find out.” Remus said, getting up.

“Wait, gimme another kiss.” Y/N said, pulling him back down, to which he happily obliged.

The two then walked hand in hand to the History of Magic classroom, there were no students around at this hour, separating once they neared it.

Harry was already there when they arrived, and he already lit the lamps for them.

“Hi, Harry! How are you? Do you mind if I join you guys tonight?”

“Hi, Professor Y/L/N, it’s no problem. What’s that?” Harry said, turning to the large packing case Remus was heaving onto Professor Binn’s desk.

"Another boggart," said Lupin, stripping off his cloak. "I've been combing the castle ever since Tuesday, and very luckily, I found this one lurking inside Mr. Filch's filing cabinet. It's the nearest we'll

get to a real dementor. The boggart will turn into a dementor when he sees you, so we'll be able to practice on him. I can store him in my office when we're not using him; there's a cupboard under my desk he'll like.”

"Okay," said Harry, trying to sound as though he wasn't apprehensive at all and merely glad that Lupin had found such a good substitute for a real dementor.

"So..." Professor Lupin had taken out his own wand, and indicated that Harry should do the same. "The spell I am going to try and teach you is highly advanced magic, Harry -- well beyond ordinary Wizarding Level. It is called the Patronus Charm.”

"How does it work?" said Harry nervously.

"Well, when it works correctly, It conjures up a Patronus," said Lupin, "which is a kind of anti- dementor -- a guardian that acts as a shield between you and the dementor. The Patronus is a kind of positive force, a projection of the very things that the dementor feeds upon -- hope, happiness, the desire to survive -- but it cannot feel despair, as real humans can, so the dementors can't hurt it. But I must warn you, Harry, that the charm might be too advanced for you. Many qualified wizards have difficulty with it.”"

"What does a Patronus look like?" said Harry curiously. 

"Each one is unique to the wizard who conjures it.” Y/N said.

"And how do you conjure it?”

"With an incantation-“ both Remus and Y/N said at the same time.

“Sorry, go ahead,” Remus said politely to her.

“An incantation, which will work only if you are concentrating, with all your might, on a single, very happy memory.” Y/N finished.

"The incantation is this --" Lupin cleared his throat. "Expecto patronum!”

"Expecto patronum, " Harry repeated under his breath, "expecto patronum.”

"Concentrating hard on your happy memory?”

"Oh -- yeah --" said Harry, quickly forcing his thoughts back to that first broom ride. "Expecto patrono -- no, patronum -- sorry -- expecto patronum, expecto patronum”

Something whooshed suddenly out of the end of his wand; it looked like a wisp of silvery gas.

"Did you see that?" said Harry excitedly. "Something happened!”

Y/N let out an encouraging, excited little whoop.

"Very good," said Lupin, smiling. "Right, then -- ready to try it on a dementor?”

Lupin grasped the lid of the packing case and pulled. A dementor rose slowly from the box, its hooded face turned toward Harry, one glistening, scabbed hand gripping its cloak. The lamps around the classroom flickered and went out. The dementor stepped from the box and started to sweep silently toward Harry, drawing a deep, rattling breath. A wave of piercing cold broke over him —

"Expecto patronum!" Harry yelled. "Expecto patronum! Expecto —"

“Oh God-“ Y/N said as she watched Harry’s eyes roll back and his knees buckle.

She conjured a pillow with her wand just in time to cushion his head as he fell to the ground.

“Harry!"

Harry jerked back to life. He was lying flat on his back on the floor. The classroom lamps were alight again.

"Sorry," he muttered, sitting up and feeling cold sweat trickling down behind his glasses.

"Are you all right?" said Lupin.

"Yes..." Harry pulled himself up on one of the desks and leaned against it.

"Here --" Lupin handed him a Chocolate Frog. "Eat this before we try again. I didn't expect you to do it your first time; in fact, I would have been astounded if you had.”

"It's getting worse," Harry muttered, biting off the Frog's head. "I could hear her louder that time -- and him -- Voldemort”

Y/N exchanged a look with Lupin, who looked paler than usual. 

"Harry, if you don't want to continue, I will more than understand —"

"I do!" said Harry fiercely, stuffing the rest of the Chocolate Frog

into his mouth. "I've got to! What if the dementors turn up at our match 

against Ravenclaw? I can't afford to fall off again. If we lose this game we've lost the Quidditch Cup!”

“Okay, Harry.” Y/N said slowly. “We can try again.”

Another go, another fall to the floor. This time, Remus had to tap on his face for a minute before he woke up. Tears were streaming down his face.

“Listen, Harry -- perhaps we should leave it here for tonight. This charm is ridiculously advanced.... I shouln't have suggested putting you through this…." Remus said.

"No!" said Harry. He got up again. "I'll have one more go! I'm not thinking of happy enough things, that's what it is.... Hang on…." He turned to Y/N. “Was it this hard for you to learn this spell?”

“Oh, yes. It took me an embarassingly long time to get a Patronus, four years.”

“Why?”

“Um… it took me a while to get a memory happy enough I think.” Y/N said, glancing over at Remus.

+

1980.

Things had been culminating to an all-point high. Remus and Y/N were best friends, and they had waltzed around each other past the point where all their friends were teasing them about how cute they were and were now more exasperated than amused.

Remus and Y/N also knew in their hearts something had to give soon, because they had been fighting a fire that had no chance of being contained. They were both just too afraid to set it free.

Until… 

“Y/N?!” Remus screamed out when he saw her.

The pair were on a hill in the outskirts of town, where a secret Portkey was placed for a mission for the Order.

“You signed up for this mission?!” Remus yelled again, eyes as wide as saucers.

“Yeah, are you okay? Why are you yelling like this?” Y/N said.

“Don’t do this. Not right now, I can’t handle this.” Remus shook his head. “You can’t go on this mission.”

Y/N took a step back incredulously, crossing her arms. “I can’t? You’re deciding that for me?”

“It’s way too fucking dangerous, this isn’t some regular Order mission, it’s going into a werewolf habitat okay- you can’t go on this one, I won’t let you.”

Y/N scoffed. “Rem, I’ll be fine.”

She took a step towards the Portkey, but felt her body get pulled away. Her eyes went to Remus’ hand, that was firmly holding her elbow back. She met his gaze. 

He didn’t let go. His grip on her elbow was firm, not to the point of holding her, but tight enough for the warmness of his hand to spread along her entire arm.

“Please, Y/N, just let me go. I can’t bear to see you in danger, it’ll- it’ll.. it’ll absolutely tear my heart apart. It’ll tear me apart.”

Y/N had never seen Remus like this. His eyes were glossy.

“Rem…” Y/N whispered softly. “I’ve been in dangerous situations before-“

“No, no, it’s different now. I can’t have anything happen to you, not even the slightest risk of anything.”

Y/N blinked. Remus let go of her.

“Y/N…” Remus began, but then shook his head, cursing. He glanced at the Portkey and tried again. “My feelings… the feelings I have for you, have grown, and I’m afraid they’ve grown to a point where I-“

Y/N’s chest burned from the way she held her breath. Or maybe it was burning because this was the moment she didn’t know she was waiting for.

“I want you in my life, in-in more than just a friend way. You are the air that I breathe. I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

Y/N burst into happy tears.

“I’m in love with you too, Remus.”

Remus blinked away tears as the biggest expression of shock took over his face.

“You are?!” He cried.

The Portkey started shaking. It started spinning faster and faster until everything around them got caught in its stirring wind.

“Of course I am!” Y/N yelled exasperatedly. “How could you not see, of fucking course I-“

Remus pulled her to him so her chest hit his, as he crashed his lips onto hers. In this small tornado of their own, they kissed for the very first time and time stopped.

Y/N latched onto his collar, pulling him even closer. She had needed this, needed this for so long, no matter how much their lips were touching, she needed to melt into him. Remus’ arm held her tight against him, refusing to let go.

Finally, a second, a minute, a small eternity later, they broke apart. Hair messy, cheeks wet, lips bruised red. Panting, smiling.

The Portkey had left without them.

“Let’s go home.” Remus said.

“You’re my home.”

“You’re so corny,” Remus chuckled, but cupped both Y/N’s cheeks and kissed her again. That’s where his lips were meant to be.

+

Present time.

“Can we have another go? Just one more? Professor Y/L/N?”

“Hmm?” Y/N jerked awake from daydreaming about her fond memory. Wispy silver smoke had been leaking out from her wand. “Remus?”

“Alright…” Remus said, as if it was against his better judgement. He held onto the lid of the case. “Concentrating hard? Ready?”

Harry nodded. The Dementor rose out of it.

'EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry bellowed. "EXPECTO PATRONUM! EXPECTO PATRONUM!”

He stayed on his feet this time. A huge, silver shadow came bursting out of the end of Harry's wand, to hover between him and the dementor. 

"Riddikulus!" roared Lupin, springing forward.

There was a loud crack, and Harry's cloudy Patronus vanished along with the dementor; he sank into a chair, clutching his chest.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Remus and Y/N forcing the Boggart back into the case. It had turned into a silvery orb again.

"Excellent!" Lupin said, striding over to where Harry sat. "Excellent, Harry! That was definitely a start!”

“That was so good!” Y/N said, bouncing on her feet, joining them and giving Harry a clap on the back.

"Can we have another go? Just one more go?”

"Not now," said Lupin firmly. "You've had enough for one night. Here --"

He handed Harry a large bar of Honeydukes' best chocolate.

"Eat the lot, or Madam Pomfrey will be after my blood. Same time next week?"

“Yeah.”

The three sat there for a small while, mostly in silence as Harry finished off his chocolate. Harry smiled to himself, sandwiched between Y/N and Remus. When he finished, he thanked them and bid them goodbye, leaving the two professors behind.

“I want one.” Y/N said abruptly, watching the door from which Harry just left.

“Oh, sorry love, I only had one bar I think-“ Remus said, patting his pockets.

“No, not chocolate,” Y/N said, this time turning her head to meet Remus’ eyes. “I want a child.”

to be continued

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[forbidden-forest-witch]

Low quality pics of a high quality man.

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[myfictionaldreams]

Day 18: Cockwarming - Professor!Remus Lupin

Kinktober Day 18. Cockwarming - Professor Remus Lupin x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, secret relationship, student/teacher relationship, cockwarming (mouth and pussy), nearly caught, comfort, praise kink, desk sex,  nicknames, no use of y/n

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It had all started innocently, a simple crush on your defence against the dark arts teacher and somehow you were now on your knees, beneath his desk with his cock in your mouth as he tried to answer a student's question.

Months ago, it had taken a lot of sweet talking before Professor Remus had finally snapped, allowing the affair to continue. Like most days, instead of attending dinner in the Great Hall, you wandered up to his office and usually ended up either bent over his desk or on your knees.

Today had started like any other, sneaking away from the great hall and rushing to his office making sure no one noticed you. Upon entering his office you could see that he was marking papers but a wicked smirk settled on his face as you slide the door closed.

Sometimes it was a rush of kissing, licking, tugging on hair all the whilst between each gasp of air trying to question, how was your day? how are you feeling? do you want his mouth or his cock? But from just his exhausted expression, you knew that he was behind on marking so instead of letting your horny motives take over, you decided on a subtle approach, sauntering up to the desk.

"Take your cock out sir," you asked politely, finger swiping on the desk as you moved around it. Remus didn't say anything, just quipping up a single eyebrow before doing as instructed, for some reason your cheeks warmed at him doing as you asked. As his already hardened thick cock was released from the confines of his trousers, you eased the underwear from underneath your skirt and stood between his legs.

From here, you turned so you were now facing the desk and sat in his lap reaching beneath you to aim his cock at your entrance and finally both groaned deeply as he slipped into your cunt. It always took a minute for him to be fully sheathed, your walls clamping and stretching around him but finally, you were moulded together.

You shuddered at the feeling, trying not to lose your senses as his hands settled on your hips, trying to help you move up and down but you simply held there. Glancing over your shoulder, you explained, "I know you need to mark these essays so just let me warm your cock whilst you do them, I promise I won't be in the way".

Remus tilted his head in an uncertain manner but was soon hugging you close, head resting on your shoulder, arms wrapped around you to reach for the papers continuing on at a much slower pace than he was at before.

This was where you both chatted about your day, trying to also see who could last the longest without snapping and fucking the other one hard. You were struggling through, feeling how wet you were, the pulse of his cock every few minutes and the absolute fullness that was becoming overwhelming you wanted nothing more than to lean forward and start rocking on his member.

That was the exact moment however when a knock sounded at the door and both of your bodies froze. There wasn't even time for Remus to hide his cock before the door was pushed open and you were disappearing beneath the table.

Over the roaring in your ears you could just make out that a student wanted help with a spell that they had yet to perfect but your eyes were distracted by the throbbing cock that bobbed in the air and as time went on, only seemed to become harder, veins protruding more and precum dripping out of the tip. Then you realised that your professor was actually turned on by either nearly being caught or the fact that you were underneath the table without any panties on.

At that moment you weren't truly thinking as you inched forward, careful to not make any noise as your hands rested on Remus' thighs, noting the way he jumped but tried to cover it with a cough that only had you smiling and reaching forward with your mouth. The moment his cock touched your tongue you wanted nothing more than to moan deeply, in fact, Remus did but again pretended to have a coughing fit which only caused his cock to move deeper into your mouth.

It felt so good to feel his cock in your mouth and with the way you were salivating, you knew you couldn't risk giving him a proper blowjob with the risk of the poor student hearing your slurping noises.

So you waited there, warming his cock with your mouth, not fully listening to what was being said below from the white noise roaring in your ears at the risk you were both taking. But as the conversation continued, your body began to relax more, hands settling on his thighs, shifting on your knees until you were comfortable. 

Eventually, strings of saliva began dribbling down your chin as you couldn’t swallow, staining his tweed trousers and even as the minutes ticked by, the professor's cock still stayed firm and hard in your mouth, only causing your arousal to increase.

At one point, Professor Remus’ hand disappeared beneath the desk to stroke your cheek as you rested your head against his thigh and you had to resist the urge to hum at the comfort.

Finally, the noticeable click of the door sounded as the student exited, Remus was then quick to pull his seat back, his cock pulling out in the process. As he helped you to your feet, you massaged your aching jaw, wiping the dribble from your chin as he pointed his wand towards the door, thoroughly locking it.

Not another word was exchanged as he helped you onto the edge of his desk, pulling up your skirt and revealing your own wet arousal causing him to suck in a quick breath before thrusting into you quickly, covering your mouth with his hand to silence your moans.

His lips dropped to the shell of your ear, “you did so well today sweetheart, holding my cock for so long, such a good girl”. His praises were like heaven to hear, hands gripping his jacket tightly, legs wrapping around his waist for extra support as he delivered long strokes with his cock.

The desk shook with each thrust as you both moaned under your breaths, his hands dropping to your hips, squeezing hard enough that you knew there would be bruises beneath the skin but not caring, wanting to feel everything he had to offer.

Remus waved his wand once more and all items on his desks floated to move against the wall, leaving you the same to lie back, giving you the perfect view of his face as it was expressed in pleasure.

His hips moved faster now, snapping against yours, his nibble fingers stroking against your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm that was tightening in your core. You could tell he was close too from the way he was grunting, the vein in his neck bulging edging closer until his mouth dropped open releasing a large groan.

Seeing him cum and feeling his fingers still swiping against your clit, you too were cuming, clenching tightly around his cock as he spilt his seed.

Remus pulled out, sucking in deep breaths as he waved his wand, cleaning his cum and fixing both of your appearances like nothing had even happened. As you stood, you gave him one final kiss on the cheek, “same time tomorrow?”

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[ririreader]

Hey, y’all! I’ve got a Remus story in the works, but! I’ve been writing a lot of poetry lately and wanted to share. Thanks for sticking with me.

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