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cheapperfumee · 2 years

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okay okay would you consider doing a short fic where professor lupin is head over heels for the reader and so is harry, causing lupin to get angry and make a move on the reader?

also i love u & ur work i hope your thriving at uni

the quidditch match

professor lupin / reader

summary: the request, with some slight changes.

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How I despised being an observer. My prophetic soul.

Saturday lunchtime marked the first game between Gryffindor and Slytherin that term, and the corridors were buzzing with talk of little else. First-years — some of which had never seen a Qudditch match in their lives — raced down the hallway, chanting and laughing, whilst grumbling fourth- and fifth-years pushed past.

Naturally, tensions were higher in the classroom. A third-year Slytherin had accidentally jinxed one of the Gryffindor boys, who subsequently grew yards and yards of putrid-green hair, and had to be taken to Madam Pomfrey. On Thursday, someone had drawn a rather cruel illustration of Professor Snape being beaten over the head by the Gryffindor Quidditch team, which I pocketed with a smirk.

It was Saturday morning now, and, dismal as I felt, the sky was clear and the air warm. I had only my usual robes to wear, not even a house scarf or pin could I find to display my support. I turned to the door of my chamber, staring blankly for a moment.

She was going to be there.

She didn’t miss the Quidditch matches. I saw her every time, always at the front of the stands, ducking beneath Hagrid’s swooping arms, waving her flag madly and grinning. I often had to sit in the teacher’s box, behind the always-reliable announcer, wincing at the volume of the microphone.

I opened the door, closed and locked it, stuffing my hands into my pockets miserably and making for the Hall. I assumed breakfast was still ongoing, from my window I had seen the grounds were fairly empty. And I was right; I could hear from the stairs the chatter in the Hall, the crockery and cutlery being stacked and scraped. I saw her almost immediately, sitting amongst the Gryffindor team. She was beaming.

What was so tremendously funny?

I felt bold.

‘Morning boys,’ I said loudly, and they looked up.

‘Morning, sir,’ they chimed, but she stayed quiet, still sitting happily, between Harry and one of the twins.

‘Nervous?’ I asked.

‘Never,’ a tall, spotted fourth year chirped.

‘I trust you’ll win us this first game, yes?’

They cheered, and I forced a smile, Minerva catching my eye from the staff table. I patted Harry on the shoulder chummily, then wandered over to the head table.

‘Professor Lupin,’ Minerva chirped excitedly, ‘Good morning to you.’

‘Good morning, Minerva. Wonderful pin, I must say.’

On her robe, a tiny, bottle cap-sized pin, which flashed between a roaring lion and the letter ‘G’ in gold and red type.

‘E — oh, thank you, thank you,’ she said, flustered, too excited to remain composed. ‘Now, would you do me a favour this morning; I’m escorting all fourth-years and below down to the pitch, would you mind terribly doing the same with five- and above?’

Five and above, I thought, glancing back to the table, where she was still smiling between the Weasley boys and Harry.

‘I shouldn’t see why not.’

‘You’re a star,’ she breathed, letting out a sharp laugh and fastening her hat. ‘A star.’

If I was a star, I thought, I wouldn’t be thinking about shagging a student.

On the Quidditch pitch, twenty minutes later, the crowd was a-buzz. I tried to headcount several times, but ended up losing my numbers as the seemingly endless ocean of heads craned and swayed.

‘Where are they? Can you see them yet? I heard Potter’s got a girlfriend.’

Two of the second years, both clad in lion tees and huge paw gloves.

‘Potter’s got a girlfriend? Who?’

I furrowed my brow.

‘Apparently that one from his year — you know, hangs around him a lot? Always chatting in the lunch hall?’

The other was silent.

‘You know! She’s got — hair.’

‘Oh, thanks, that really narrows it down,’

‘Pretty? Bit clumsy. Received that howler last year, something about an upset owl flying loose in the Ministry.’

Oh god, I thought, that is her.

‘Doesn’t do well to gossip, boys,’ I said, leaning in between their heads, and they jumped.

‘Sorry, Professor, just chatting.’

Incredibly, I found myself wanting to ask whether it was true, whether they had any proof.

But just as I was stopping myself, an enormous cheer erupted from the crowd, fingers pointing toward the pitch, and, as I squinted, I saw seven red figures breeze out onto the grass, far too coolly for my liking. They mounted their brooms, and looked up when the cheers turned to boos, the Slytherins had walked out too. They were speaking, far too distant to hear anything, but from the glares and sneering looks, I gathered it wouldn’t be anything too friendly.

‘Professor?’

The Slytherins were on their brooms now too, Madam Hooch had stridden to the centre of the pitch with her whistle. She put her wand to her neck.

‘Good morning, everyone!’

‘Professor?’

‘Welcome back, welcome back. I hope you have all had a productive and exciting start to your summer term. Playing for Gryffindor today — ’

There was another enormous applause and cheer.

‘Potter, Weasley, Weasley, Bell, Spinnet … ’

‘Professor Lupin?’

‘Yes?’ I snapped impatiently, whipping around.

It was her.

‘Playing for Slytherin today,’ boos, ‘Malfoy, Flint … ’

‘Goodness, I’m sorry — I had in mind you might’ve been a first year, or something — ’

On her cheeks, two red streaks of face paint. She frowned.

‘Have you heard — ’

More applause.

‘Sorry, I can’t hear you,’ I shouted.

‘I said, have you — ’

Whoops and jeers.

‘No, it’s no good!’

‘Have you — ’

‘Come with me,’ I said, not sure if she’d even heard, so gently took her arm. I manoeuvred through the crowd, careful not to step on any toes, moving quickly but cautiously. I checked back, she was still following me.

‘Bit busy,’ she laughed breathlessly, as we reached the corner tent. I was acutely aware of the teacher’s box directly above us, the wooden floorboards showing glimpses of shoes. She followed my gaze. ‘It’s fine, I don’t mind if they hear.’

I felt my face heat up, before realising I’d taken it the wrong way.

‘What’s bothering you? And subsequently me?’ I chuckled gently. She pursed her lips guiltily.

‘I’ve heard people talking.’

‘Ah.’

‘Have you?’

‘Well — now — ’

‘It’s just so embarrassing, I can’t believe it.’

The chanting of Harry’s name outside seemed almost surreal, like some sort of nightmare theatre production. I almost wanted to cover her ears.

‘It’s a delicate subject, I don’t want to involve myself too much, but — ’

‘Well, you are involved, can’t help that, I just don’t know where people are getting it from. Maybe I’m too giggly. Maybe I really am just — I don’t know, sometimes I can’t tell if I’m flirting or just having a normal conversation.’

I’m involved? What did that mean?

‘Er — yes, well — ’

‘I have no idea how it looks from the outside, I don’t know why I assume people don’t even theorise or conspire.’

Involved how? How was this anything to do with me?

‘Er — calm down,’ I tried as she began to pace frantically.

‘I’m going to get expelled.’ She said.

I furrowed my brow.

‘I can assure you, it isn’t that serious. In fact, it’s not serious at all. It’s only a rumour. There’s nothing illegal about it.’

‘Of course it’s illegal!’

She looked at me, puzzled, as I tried to think of something, anything to say.

‘It’s only Harry, yes, maybe he has some — things attached to his name, but for goodness sakes, you don’t need to get so upset,’ I said, trying to sound comforting, but very bewildered by her reaction.

There was a pause.

‘What are you talking about?’ She asked.

I narrowed my eyes.

‘What are you talking about?’ I said back.

‘The rumour?’

‘Yes?’

‘That I fancy you?’

I stopped.

‘Me?’

‘Yes!’ She said, then looked embarrassed, her outburst likely replaying through her head.

‘I don’t — ’

‘It’s been going around the school. I can’t believe you haven’t heard,’ she was bright pink, almost teary now. ‘Anyway, good you know.’

She swallowed, and darted back out of the tent, in amongst the crowd again, and I stood, mouth slightly open.

‘Hang on — ’ I called, far too late.

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PART 2 COMING. SORRY TO TEASE.

I just had to get something out.

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cheapperfumee · 2 years

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Tears

Warnings :D (I know yall love these)- Praise kink, soft!Dom Remus, TeacherxStudent , age gap, sorta panic attack-y, unprotected seggs (stay safe kids), oral (f receiving) , fingering, maybe a teeny tiny bit of breeding kink , creampie, library sex. Reader is emotional, very , the bitch legit sobs for like 1k words

Summary: Your thoughts just get the best of you in DADA.

Words: about 6k

First of all, I wanna thank my semi beta reader @bondage-poser (check out her Piano teacher fic rn) bc she was kind enough to do so. It took me over a month to finish this AND HERE IT IS!!!!. I feel like I’m receiving some award. ALSO @lilithcromwell for her and her fics 4 giving me motivation and shit, love you Lilith, (i noticed mid writing that this might be similar to some of her work and literally debated on just throwing away this whole thing.) I quote a LOT of Mitski in this bc she’s god and yeah, hella angsty but that’s just how I like it.

───── ❝ to be whole, to be holy ❞ ─────

It started like any other school girl crush, you’d fantasize, like any other teen age girl, twirl your hair, bite your lip when he looked at you and smile. You’d look at him, his blue deep eyes with a strong jaw, brown mousy hair , the way his hair would fall in his face and the way his face would beam when he smiled at you. Those arms, when he would roll up his sleeves and talk with his hands with a smirk on his handsome face. You’d smile to all the thoughts in your head and giggle, your eyes twinkling when you looked at him from afar, listened to his smooth voice. You’d sit, just thinking those thoughts as you twirled your hair between your fingers and drift off while your friends talked in front of you.

Your friends would have top shake you awake from your daily fantasies, looking at your rather pink face when you would come back to Earth. They would laugh, looking at you and your flustered state, and you would giggle at yourself awkwardly , trying to brush the thoughts away. You brushed your hair once in seven in the morning when getting ready for class and drifting away to the thoughts of him, laughing at yourself in the moment and then realizing that you will be late for your first period. You continued to daydream that day in class, looking at him , your mouth dry and stomach in flips.

And that was only the start to this fiasco.

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The sun shone through your grey bed canopy curtains, making you rub at your eyes and get up, stretching and groaning in protest. You looked at the clock on the wall of your dorm room wall, 7:12 ‘shit’ you thought, your mind racing as you got up. You’ll be late again, you felt like throwing up, you couldn’t be late, not again, not again. You slipped on your skirt , hiking it up to a good length, putting on your dress shirt, fumbling with the buttons leaving about two unbuttoned at the top. You put on your tie (that was halfway undone), looked around to put your hair in a bun with a clip and ran out with your bag out of your dorm.

You ran, your legs taking you as fast as they could while your eyes glassed. You were late again, why? You slept in, just say you slept in like you told Snape. But this wasn’t Snape, this wasn’t the greasy bat that thought you potions, you didn’t care for his humble opinion on you, or will you ever. This wasn’t Snape you didn’t admire him, you didn’t care for him, you didn’t make comments about his good teaching skills, or on his kindness, or dream of him-

Now reaching the classroom, you stood before it, with its large, wooden doors staring at you breathing, your hands on your knees, breath heavy and eyes glassy with worry. From the inside of the classroom voices could be heard, chatting away with his mere voice and cheery tone. You smiled, the smile reaching your eyes as you breathed one last time and pushed the door, eyes closed and face flushed you entered the room. Now everyone was staring at you , you gulped , swallowed hard and cracked open your eyes .

“Miss L/N, how kind of you to join us. Let me guess, slept in again ?”.

There it was, the voice you dreaded so much, yet yearned for it every day. He looked at you with those kind eyes and smile, shabby robes and all over the place sandy brown hair peppered with grey. You smiled at him, trying to hide it , you looked away and nodded your head shyly. He chuckled, making you sigh and get up to sit beside your friend.

“Now I know how important it is to get enough sleep Y/N but, please make sure you’re not late next time, for now its detention”. He sighed, looking at you again as you took out your book and looked down, feeling small. He looked down apologetically at you, he smiled after a minute, knowing that you don’t quite deserve it but he had to.

You looked up at the man who plagued your dreams, the graceful presence of Professor Lupin.

The only man who was many universes too far from your reach. From the touch of your hands and your lips, from the mind of yours to act up on its wishes and nasty wants of your body . You stole glances his way to look at him, at his handsome scarred face ,his blue eyes and slight stubble that he grew, the lips you longed for and scars that you begged to trace with the very tips of your fingers. The hands you wanted to hold you, to touch you, to put his long lovely digits in your mouth, to trace the edge of your entrance, tease you, then pump his fingers in and out of you so you cum around his fingers so he can lick all of your slick off of them.

He continued to talk about the topic of trolls, looking your way once in a while to look at your way to check if you were ok, to his surprise you seemed drifted away. To Lupin this wasn’t something new as in his class he’d notice that you had a habit to drift off once in a while, he didn’t find this odd, he’d have time to look at you and try to figure what was going on in your mind .

You couldn’t count the times your hand was between your thighs in the bathrooms, hot water falling on your skin as you rubbed at your swollen clit over and over while imagining that it was your own DADA professor, teasing you in the bathrooms with his hand on the tiles of the bathroom, a few inches over your head and the other on your entrance. Bruising your lips with his while he drove you over the edge with his fingers moving faster. He’d shush you as soon as you’d make a sound making your climax come closer with his head on your neck,his stubble tickling the soft skin , leaving sloppy kisses on it while playing with your nipples with his other hand. When you’d have to cum he would look up, with those blue eyes and tell you to wait, calling you names and whispering nicknames and praises into your ear when you cum. He would clean your thighs, licking them clean with his head between your legs, making you climax once again just from the mere sight.

Stretch you out,make you scream, ruin you. You wished that he would look at you just once, turn his head and catch your sight. You wished he noticed you, that it was possible for him to do so, to once in your life make you feel special. You’d daydream that one day he would ask you to stay behind, take you by the hand and into his private rooms, grab you by the waist and put his hand on your neck pulling you close to him just once, let you ride him, let you touch him once, feel his soft skin and rough hands on your thighs. Just. Once. And you would be satisfied, never thinking those dirty thoughts ever again in your life.

You looked at him again, his smile and approach hypnotized you. Then his eyes landed on yours. He smiled, coming over to your table and putting one of his hands on the oak. Looking worried. “Are you all right, Y/N?” your name from his lips sounded like heaven, as if they were dripping in honey when he did so. You nodded, feeling shy again under his gaze. He smiled back, a kind smile, making him about ten years younger then he was. Suddenly you felt under a spell again, hypnotized, your stomach twisting and turning as the pure intimidation of his hit you, making you squirm in your seat and your eyes turn glassy from the feeling of it. You wanted to throw up, wanted to cry, make a scene and just tell him how much he meant to you, that even if he gave it to you once that you couldn’t be satisfied, that you would crave more because he would make it worse by doing it. That- that- suddenly tears started running down your flushed, red face, now you really did make a scene as everyone turned to look at you as you did so, making Lupin look at you with panic on his face. As you got up he looked at you, asking you if you were all right once again and chasing you to the door of the classroom. “I’m so so sorry professor, I need to go” you sobbed, wiping your tears as you pushed open the door to escape this horrific scene you just caused.

Lupin looked at you once more before sighing and looking at the class just to tell them that they can continue their work.

You ran out , rushing as fast as you could to avoid the pure embarrassment you just witnessed. You wanted to dig yourself in a hole and die, but now something else was preoccupying your mind, Lupin.

You ran into the library, moving fast to lean against a bookcase in the part that was quite lonely. Your breath was deep, with audible hard breathing you looked up at the books near your head and closed your eyes, recollecting your thoughts. You just ran out of Lupins classroom, crying , because of him. Your hand flew to your hair, pulling it as you sobbed more, shutting your eyes once again and letting your sobs and whimpers fill the small space that you were hiding in, praying that no one will hear your pathetic self, crying over a teacher.

But to you he wasn’t just a teacher he wasn’t Snape, he was much more. Since the rejection of your family he was the only person to make you feel good. Maybe you just used him for comfort, because he was the only person you could open up to, the only person to care for what you thought, to listen. Then you realized that you felt something towards him and drew back, thinking that by doing so, you could make the thoughts go away. You were dead wrong, wrong for thinking that you could get by so easily. But instead the ache became dreadful, and he plagued your thoughts and make you so miserable that you couldn’t focus on anything .

You loved him.

No, no, no. There was no fucking way. You pulled on your hair harder and a croaked chuckle came from your lips. You couldn’t fall in love with someone that out of reach, you couldn’t- you shouldn’t. Your sobs became louder, making your head hurt and heart ache. It was so hard, not thinking of him. Just imagining that you didn’t made you go wild, it wasn’t possible, you couldn’t imagine the universe where he wasn’t the only thing you thought about.

You were hopeless.

It couldn’t get through your thick head that he wasn’t for you, wasn’t yours to have. That you were way too young for him, for his mature, kind, lovely self. You were a child in his eyes. Your eyes began to cry rivers of tears again, he made you so miserable.

So, so miserable, that you were addicted to it.

Your head swam, it made you sick how much you cried. How pathetic you were, how pathetic you were for him. It was no doubt that you were going to be sick after this, but on the other hand, at least you wont be able to go to class. And see him. That’s shit, you thought, you’d think of him anyway, like he’s there, in front of you. You couldn’t show up to his class after this, you couldn’t see his face, his presence, his stare. You couldn’t face it.

You made up your mind, begging Dumbledore to change your classes, to have Snape tutor you something, just something else, something just to stay as far away from your unrequited love.

At that moment you hated him, you hated what he had done to you. He ruined you, crushed you in between his nimble fingers. His long, graceful digits that you dreamed about, that you wished would touch you, feel you everywhere, make you moan, squirm, turn, for you to lace your fingers with them. You pulled more of your hair, making your sobs louder , more aggressive and painful. Knowing that your poor throat would be sore and voice lost in the morning you moved your palms from your scalp to your face, pressing them into your eyes as you forcefully wiped off your tears.

You became liquid smooth. That’s all you were.

Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder, making you jump and face the person who interrupted your crying session. You felt your throat tighten once again, making those tears that you just wiped off turn up again. Making your already red face wet. You turned away, swiping the hand of the intruder off your shoulder with a shaking hand. You couldn’t, you cant. The universe really hated you, huh?

Remus Lupin looked at your trembling figure as you cried into the wet sleeve of your pretty white dress shirt. His heart ached, looking at you like that, his eyes squinting and mouth in a frown. “Y/N, I need you to tell me what has got you so upset dear”.

You swatted your hand in his direction, letting out a sob fall from your lips as you had your back still turned to him. How dare he call you such names ? Does he know that you shed tears because of them? Because of the pure sweetness he’s made out of? The looks in his eyes and the sound of his voice?

Remus was desperate to knowing who’s made you this miserable, to who made you cry in agony and brake down in the middle of his class, to who made you late to his class almost every single time and keep you awake at night. He reached out again, furrowing his brows as the sight tugged on his heartstrings. “Y/N please, I beg of you”.

You gave up, not trying to bare this any longer and turning to face him.

He looked at you, his eyes searching your face in desperation. Looking at your red puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks and messy hair. “What is the true matter , love? What’s gotten you so upset?” he asked, your blood shot eyes trying to avoid his gaze. He sat down on the library carpet, moving closer next to you.

You grunted, looking away as you swallowed more tears down. You couldn’t speak. Mind racing, you looked down at the carpet. You had to tell him, you had to tell him that you… loved him, and that you’re pathetic and a train wreck and that you’ll be asking Dumbledore to do so.

You had to look at him now, you had to tell him.

When you did you looked at his stormy blue eyes fill with worry and pain as he looked at you. The sky blue eyes you hoped would catch yours every time you looked at him. The ones you confessed to so many times but couldn’t now somehow.

As you opened your mouth a squeak fell from you lips in attempt to say something, it was soon replaced with a sob as your eyes glassed over again in realization of what you were about to say and do.

Remus looked at you once and got the memo, grabbing a hold of your hand and pulled you into his chest. Not bearing the pain he saw in your eyes. You closed your eyes and let go. Soaking the shirt of the, at the moment, most dreadful person in the world.

Remus watched you cry, running his fingers through your locks as he did so, feeling the pain you radiated.

“No” You choaked, looking away from him and putting up a fight to push yourself off of his chest. But he held into you with a great strength, pulling your figure to hiss chest again. “Tell me, you’ve told me before… Who?” At that you looked at him, all the pressure sliding off of you as you did so.

“You.”

Your voice broke as what you said sunk in, you just told Remus Lupin, the most valuable person yet the core of your pain and agony that showed you nothing but true care for you that he was the reason for your tears.

Remus looked at you. A blank expression on his handsome scarred face, mixed with pinch of hurt.

“Me?”

He croaked, his voice strained, much like yours. What terrible crime did he commit to hurt you so badly for you to run away and cry your pretty little heart out. Had he been not kind enough, not understanding enough? Was it something he said? Million thoughts crossed his mind as he searched for a answer in your face. What had he done ??

You felt so bad telling him this , telling this poor man who had done absolutely nothing wrong that he made you cry.

“You make me so miserable-” His hands flew to hold yours in warmth of his palms as you tried telling him why.

“What had I done to deserve such punishment?? Did I hurt you?? Tell me, please.” The man before you begged, you could see how hurt he was due to the glassyness of his eyes. His brows furrowed, blinking at you. “Had I not taken care of you? Why are you so nervous around me lately? Is it because of what I had done? Because I had given you detention? What ever it is I’m so sorry, I am painfully sorry for any and all of my crimes and if you do not wish to speak to me again I understand”.

You shook as tears began to spill on your cheeks again , you couldn’t believe what would have to come out of your mouth.

“No, Remus you have been nothing but kind, and loving, and supportive. B-but thats the problem! Because you are, because every time I look at you I feel like I want to explode, like I have no control over my thoughts and its painful to think of you all day knowing that to you I’m just a stupid little girl with a crush and it hurts! Because you are the only thing that is on my mind, every single day. At every moment, all I can think about is you. And your kindness, and voice , and hands , and the way you care . And I thought that all I felt towards you was just a crush, that will fade away if I forget about you and move on, but it wasn’t, I- I think I full on l-love you and its soul crushing knowing that you couldn’t return that love. These things I feel for you, I don’t want to feel them, I don’t want the thought of my Defence professor taking me and touching me in his classroom while I have my hand in between my thighs in the showers. I don’t want to feel pathetic as I orgasm thinking of you.” You let out a sob “I don’t want to want you. To cry over you”.

“I don’t want to love you”.

You felt weight lift off your shoulders as you said those words. None the less you couldn’t look into the eyes of the person you just confessed your love to, trying to avoid Lupins gaze on you as you felt more hot tears flush your face.

He was going to hate you now , avoid your look, ignore your presence in the room and never again smile at you with that sweet smile at dinner. You looked down. You just ruined the most stable relationship in your life because you were selfish , because you thought that getting it off your back would be better. It wasn’t. in fact there was a new wave of worry washing over you in this very moment as you watched Remus open and close his mouth at a loss of words. He stared at you with his icy blues, as your eyes filled with tears again.

It wasn’t his fault you fell in love with a war.

He grabbed your hand, his eyes never leaving yours as you felt yours wailing up.

Remus pulled you in with his full force as you landed on his chest, face pressing against the soft cardigan he wore. He nuzzled his head slowly with yours, closing his eyes as he wrapped his hands around you tighter as if you were going to vanish within seconds.

You couldn’t process the whole situation as a gasp came from your lips. You had expected a sad look on his face, a frown and a ‘sorry’ from his mouth, not the warmth of his own embrace. He held you close, with a heavy sigh of his own he held you tighter. Placing his chin on top of your head and pressing a kiss into your hair. “I’m so sorry darling” his body shook with the heavy beat of his heart and painful chuckle from his lips. “I’m so sorry for such pain”. Your mind raced, what was he even apologising for?

Remus drew you from the warmth of his chest, placing a hand on your cheek as you jolted away in surprise. “Its all right love,” a smile reaching his eyes plastered on his face. You hadn’t expected this. The hand reached back to softly brush through your hair as you watched him bend down, leaving a kiss on each of your cheeks to kiss away the drying tears. Your face reddened, warming up your previously kissed cheeks. Remus smiled again, a deep chuckle within his chest. His own cheeks dusted with pink as he watched your expression change.

Your mouth agape as you looked at him, he didn’t- did he? He couldn’t feel the same.

Just as your mouth opened Remus leaned in, catching your lips in a kiss. It was like heaven. You felt as if you could concur worlds, like everything in the moment just glimmered. Shock pumped through your veins and your heart beat in your chest about hundred miles per minute, you could hear it. You felt his hands on your heated cheeks, as you put yours in his hair, kissing back with force. Remus leaned back as you kissed him, his lips soft and gentle against yours with passion. You moaned into his mouth, a small lusty moan, less then audible. Remus took that into notice, licking your bottom lip slowly , you opened your mouth sloppily kissing him. It was slow and you made sure to cherish all of it.

You could feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head, moaning into his mouth once more and enjoying how his mouth tasted. You left sloppy kisses on his open mouth, his hand caressing your neck as you did so. Remus pulled away, letting you leave needy kisses on his neck, focusing on once spot and leaving hickies on it.

His mind raced, putting a hand on your head as you continued to bite and suck on his neck.

Hes bitten into forbidden fruit, Remus breathed , something that could only reach the lengths of his fantasies. But he was way too deep to stop, you loved him , he couldn’t brake you again, leave you. It would be cruel to him and to you. So he let go.

Remus closed his eyes, drawing you up to look at him. He pressed his lips to yours again, making you now sit in his lap with both of your legs wrapped around his waist. Remus groaned, his aching erection pressing onto the fabric of you panties. He reached down, placing his hand on the underside of your thigh making you moan into his mouth. God, your skin felt so soft, all Remus wanted to do is let you sit in his lap forever and kiss your lips till he couldn’t no more. He picked you up, almost drunkenly turning around and making your back press against the book shelves violently.

Your mouth was still on Remus’ as you messily unbuttoned your blouse and softly drop it to the floor leaving you in your white lacy bra. Remus’ mouth fell to your neck as you softly moaned into his ear , your hand in his hair as he did so. “Oh yes, Remus”. Your head lolled back, exposing your chest . Remus drew from your neck, looking down at your chest as you opened your eyes. “Can I?” his voice was unsure, coming from his swollen lips as you nodded, he reached down, unhooking your bra and letting it fall to the floor with a thud as well. Remus leaned in, pressing a kiss to your chest and coming back to press his lips to your head “You are absolutely breath taking dove”.

This made you look away, turning your head to the side and blushing furiously as Remus leaned in again, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then bending down to connect his lips with the skin of your chest, peppering kisses around your breasts. Finally kissing your breasts, letting his tongue circle around the bud of your nipples , making you let a moan from your lips escape.

Suddenly Remus looked up, looking at you then around to spot a table . He carried you, moving you from the bookshelf to the table. Placing your smaller frame onto the hardwood you began to take off his tie, smiling shyly up at him and undoing it. He undressed himself, being left in his trousers. His chest was toned, just like you imagined, with jagged scars on his slim pale body. Remus seemed to be insecure of his body, looking down at it and the at you every couple of moments. You chuckled, smiling at him and placing a hand on his cheek. “Don’t worry, you’re beautiful” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips and a hand on your hip, moving down to trace the outline of your panties.

They were pink this time, with a matching bow on the very hem of them and lace lining the sides. It was no surprise why they were your favourite. His fingers traced the hem of them, feeling the lace that lined them, his thumb slowly finding its way to your clothed clit and gently drawing circles around it. That made your body on fire, lighting it without a single match making your head swim and stomach twist and turn. His touches lit you , making your tummy fill with butterflies.

Remus smiled at your moans and the sight of your body being lit on fire from so little of his touch . You squirmed, as his fingers made their way to your entrance, slowly tracing lines on the fabric. You wanted him to take off the now annoying piece of underwear that was the only thing between you and your fantasies becoming reality. You reached down as Remus’ fingers still drew lines on the your panties, holding his hand as if begging him to take them off.

Remus looked down at you, pressing a kiss to your tummy and slowly hooking his digits underneath the hem of the pink underwear, pulling it down with one swift motion.

You felt free, now fully naked in front of the only person you dreaded to be. Arching your back and lolling your head on the side as Remus looked at your fully nude body. He felt his cock stiffen even more (if that could be possible) when his eyes admired you from the graceful fall of your hair on the table to the abdomen that he pressed a kiss on earlier.

He couldn’t let himself look further.

You glanced at the man before you, “Remus, please… touch me”.

Suddenly he leaned in, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder, making you look at him and shake in pleasure as Remus kissed your swollen clit, slowly making his way to lick at your entrance, his mustache rubbing across it, making you go crazy.

You moaned, feeling him eat you out like a starved dog, like he was drinking wine from you, as if you were the best thing hes ever tasted. You never thought this could happen, you, onto your professors hair as he lapped at your clit. Now all your bathroom fantasies were coming true, well, most of them.

Remus looked up at you, all distressed and messed up just from him eating you out, he enjoyed seeing you like this, with messy hair and mascara smeared on the edge of your eyes. He moved his mouth, now kissing the inside of your thighs and looking down at your puffy pussy, admiring his work and licking his lips. Remus’ glance fell onto you again whimpering form the mere sight of him , he smiled, leaning down to kiss you.

“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?” His voice was strained as he towered over you, you just nodded your head, needing him more then ever. “Please,” Remus gulped, felling his cock twitch In his trousers. He wanted you so badly,wanted to ruin you, rip your pretty shirts to the floor and mark you all over, biting into the skin of your neck. Fill you with his cum.

His mind raced, as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the side of your lips . Remus looked down at you form above, breathing heavily, his blood pumping through his veins. You watched him slide off his boxers and dress pants. His cock springing free and hitting the base of his stomach, leaking with precum. It made you shiver , your nipples standing straight. The knot tightening .

Remus looked at your awe, as you got up to kiss him on the mouth. His hand travelled to your thighs, squeezing the skin as he pushed you back again. Remus looked at you before he looked down at himself. “Are you really sure darling?” his voice was quieter, with pleading eyes he watched your every move. “Yes, Remus, I need you.” His blood ran cold as you pleaded in front of him with sultry eyes, your skin shining under the low library light.

Remus spat onto his hand, lubricating the length of his cock before placing it flat to your pussy. A string of moans coming from your mouth as he did so, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. He grunted, holding down your hip and slowly pushing in, you could feel yourself being stretched, all around his cock, so nicely.

He slowly thirsted into you, throwing back his head and letting out a deep groan. You couldn’t place this feeling, being fucked by your professor, his naked scarred chest exposed to you and only you at the moment, feeling like you could stop time. Remus looked back at you, sliding in and out of you with patience, watching your every move. This was rather unusual for you, having slept with only boys your age and never going to the full lengths of sex.

You scrunched your face, shutting your eyes as you got use to the new feeling, he was big. Remus bent down again, kissing your cheeks as you looked back. “We can stop.” he breathed, not wanting to look at you, afraid of your regret. “no!” you whispered in one breath, you couldn’t stop now. He looked back, lovingly smiling at you before thirsting his hips flesh against yours. You felt full, even though there was about one and a half inch that didn’t fill you at his base.

“Oh Remus”

Your moans echoed through the empty library as he thirsted into you swiftly, in and out, the sloppy wet sound combined with both of your whimpers . You felt on cloud nine, your thighs became sore with the now rather forceful movements, sound of skin on skin and whispers of each others name on your lips floating around in the air, combined with the smell of pure sex and nearing orgasm. “So good for me darling, so good my love” he managed to whimper, countless praises coming from his one hell of a mouth while he fucked into you, making the desire for release come closer.

He suddenly stopped, sweating and panting, his cock still deep inside you bulging at the base of your tummy. Remus bent down, looking at the bulging skin and tracing it with his fingertips. He started thirsting into you again, deeper now, with something else in his other hand.

“See how deep I am inside you, my dove, I bet those little boy toys of yours couldn’t make you moan like I do, be so deep within you. As if youre mine, to take on my bed in my sheets every night, rut into you every single night , darling, keep you all to my fucking self.”

Remus spat. His words dirty and rough, but still loving enough to make your stomach turn. But this turned it in another way.

At this point you were cock drunk, arching your back and letting out breathy moans of his name as if it was some holy prayer.

“Yours, Remus, yours, please”.

He took the thing that he held from his hand, opening the box and putting a cigarette between his swollen lips. He light it with his thumb and pointer, polluting the air with cigarette smoke. Remus put it down, thirsting into you with ungodly force, making the table shake and you whimper, the lights on the desks shook.

“You have no idea how long Ive wanted to see you under me, coming undone with your pretty little mouth open wide. Begging me to fuck you until you passed out.” he put down the cigarette, taking a hold of both of your thighs harshly and pulling them over his shoulders. Pounding into you with full force. You couldn’t handle it for long, the force that he was pounding into you with made you see stars.

“Im about to- Merlin-” you breathed, as Remus picked up the cigarette taking another drag and turning to kiss your ankle. “Cum for me angel, cum all over my cock”.

You did just that, releasing around his cock as he did too, sloppily with one last thirst he spilled his cum into you, his face slick with sweat just like his body. You felt your legs shake more, a feeling of relief mixed in with climax aftermath washed over you like a bucked of cold water as you rode out your orgasm.

Remus collapsed onto you, holding your body close to his and peppering kisses all over your neck and cheeks. He god up, smiling down at your distressed figure. “Did I hurt you love? All good? Nothing sore I hope”. You shook your head, smiling back at him. “Just my legs, nothing serious though, I can walk, I hope” you giggled, twirling a piece of his brown hair between your fingers. It still wasn’t going through your head that you just got fucked by Remus Lupin.

He looked down apologetically at you, kissing your lips lovingly and whispering a ‘sorry’. “Let me carry you hm? Ill drop you off at my quarters and you can come back tomorrow morning, how does that sound my love?”

You nodded,flashing a toothy grin at your lover. Remus pulled out of you, letting the white liquid spill form you onto the floor. You looked for your wand before Remus took his and cleaned you up nicely. Getting up, you looked for your panties when you’ve seen them hang from Remus’ pants pocket. You giggled, collapsing into the chair beside you while dressing yourself.

Remus picked you up, pressing another lingering kiss to your temple and getting up to leave the library, casting an air clearing charm before doing so.

…

You landed on Remus’ bed in an instant, felling a pair of hands wrap around your middle and a peck on your lips , a perfect feeling washed over you, like the maiden lily blooming in the thickets of the summer moor.

───── ❝ to be whole, to be holy ❞ ─────

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