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myfictionaldreams · 1 year

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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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mymiraclealigner · 11 months

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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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bettercallwillow · 2 years

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pairing: prof!remus lupin x fem!reader

summary: after slightly misbehaving in class, remus teaches you a lesson

warnings: dom!remus, kinda mean!remus, teacher x student, age gap (legal), degrading, a bit of praise, oral (f!recieving), penetration, creampie, everything is consensual!

word count: 1.5k

The day you set eyes on Professor Lupin, you had a thing for him. It was the first day of term and you were sat amongst your friends, chatting away about the things you wanted to do this term, when Dumbledore announced the new Defense teacher.

You took your eyes away from your friends and towards the top of the hall, your breath hitching when you saw him. He was beautiful. Everything about him, even the scars painting his face, was perfect.

You wanted him.

It was a nice day, the weather was clear for once and just about everyone was in a good mood. Apart from you. You couldn't exactly pinpoint why you were in such an annoyed state, but everything about today was just awful.

Everybody's head snapped towards you when you threw open the classroom door, some even jumping at the sudden noise. Professor Remus gave you a stern look with a hint of concern but nonetheless let you sit down in your seat.

You practically chucked your bag onto the floor beside you, putting down your books on the table with some force. Lupin huffed, looking up at you from his desk, "Miss Y/L/N, you wanna tell me why you're in such a foul mood?"

"M'fine," you replied, taking out your quill. Lupin shook his head, leaning back in his seat slightly, "Well of you're fine then you can surely go about the rest of this lesson without disturbing the class, hm?"

You nodded, stiffling a snarky response and tapping your foot against the floor in annoyance. Rolling his eyes, Lupin pushed himself out of his chair, walking over to the chalkboard on the left side of the room to begin his lesson.

Around an hour later, the class had come to an end. The sound of scraping chairs and shuffling paper filled the room, almost drowning out Lupin's voice, "I want that essay done by next week," he called, "Oh and Miss Y/L/N, could you stay after class?"

You flushed red, embrassed that you had actually been asked to stay after class. Surely your behaviour hadn't been that bad? You looked up at him, nodding, "Sure,"

Soon enough, the classroom was void of people apart from you and Lupin. He leant against his desk, folding his arms and looking down at you slightly, "You gonna tell me why you behaved like that today?" he asked, his tone stern.

Your voice was small, clearly intimidated by the man in front of you, "Like- like what?"

"Like such a fucking brat," he spat, his choice of words making you blush. You froze, had he really just called you a brat? Surely he wouldn't be speaking in that manner if he didn't mean that.

"Professor-" you stammered, your cunt beginning to throb. "C'mere," he motioned towards him, cutting you off. You obeyed, getting up from your seat and walking towards him. When you got quite close, Lupin wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into him.

You were startled and his hand rested at your chin, tilting your head up towards him, "You think I don't know you like me? All the times I catch you staring at m'buldge, squeezing your thighs together," he leaned in closer, his voice almost a whisper, "The wet patches you leave behind on the seats,"

"Lupin.."

"Remus,"

"Remus," you looked into his eyes with your doe ones, "Please, just fuck me,"

Remus grinned before slamming his lips against your own, spinning you around so you were pressed against his desk. His hands grabbed at your thighs, signalling for your to jump up onto the oak.

"So obedient," he breathed when you broke away from the kiss, "Such a good fucking slut," You moaned at his words, feeling more slick build up in your panties. God, you couldn't wait for his head to be between your thighs.

As if he read your mind, Remus knelt down, pushing open your legs. The way he manhandled you had you squirming, his hands gripping at your hips to keep you still, "Desperate little thing," he tutted, giving your thigh a light slap before hooking his fingers around the wasitline of your panties.

A shaky breath of content rolled of your lips when the cool air hit your now exposed cunt, mixing well with the heat that was radiating from you. "Fuckin' soaked already," Remus grinned, looking up at you, "You really are a whore, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir," you responded, "Just for you,"

"Let's keep it that way," he gruffed before leaning forward, running his tongue down your glistening slit. You hummed in pleasure, the feeling of him like heaven, "Taste so good, darling, fuck," he muttered before diving in, licking and sucking at your clit.

You cried out, throwing your head back, "Fuck, Remus," you moaned, bucking your hips into his face. Remus growled into your cunt, his hands wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place. His pace was amazing, swapping from licking at your bundle of nerves to teasting your entrance. He knew exactly what to do to make you go crazy.

"Just like that, oh my-" you mewled, nails scratching at the desk below you. You had never felt pleasure like this; sure you had been eaten out before, but never like this. Every flick of his tongue brought you closer and closer to your high.

When your thighs began to tremble and you approached your orgasm, Remus pulled away, making you whimper in disappointment. "None of that," he smirked, getting up from his knees, "Don't wanna be needy now, do we?'

You frowned but shook your head, agreeing with him, "S-sorry, professor,"

"Atta girl," Remus winked, his hands working at unbuckling his belt, "Y'ready for my cock now, angel?"

"I always have been," you responded, spreading your legs impossibly further. Remus chuckled, pulling down his trousers to his mid-thigh along with his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. You gawked at his size, no fucking way. He had to be at least 8 inches, maybe even more- you had never taken anybody this big before.

"You sure it'll fit?" you asked, looking up at him with concern in your eyes. Remus nodded, tapping the head against your clit, "I'll make it fit, don't worry your little head about it,"

And just like that, he lined himself up at your entrance, making sure to coat the tip of his cock in your arousal before slowly pushing in. A whorish moan left your mouth at the intrusion, making Remus shush you, "Don't wanna- fuck- be caught now, do we?" he cooed, holding back his own moans.

You shook your head, holding your hand over your mouth to muffle your cries as Remus slowly pushed more of himself inside you, "Good girl, taking me so well," he groaned when he was fully inside you. The praise went straight to your head, and your cunt, and you clenched around him, forcing a moan from his lips, "Fuck, darling,"

After giving you a few moments to adjust to his size, he slowly dragged himself out before slamming back into you, his cock hitting your sweet spot perfectly. You whined as he set a strict pace, the sound of skin against skin and your muffled moans filling the room.

"Fuck it, I wanna hear you," Remus gruffed, hastily grabbing his wand and muttering a quick silencing spell. As soon as he uttered the incantation, you moved your hand, giving you the opportunity to cry out, "Remus, gods, you feel- feel so fucking good,"

"That's it, darling," he smirked, his hands grabbing at your hips so he could rut into you faster, "G'won, tell me how much of a whore you are for my cock,"

The way he talked to you could have made you cum alone, "Oh my- Remus, I love your cock so fucking much, love feeling you inside me-"

He cut you off with a sloppy kiss, it was messy, teeth clashing against eachother as his tongue pushed into your mouth, rubbing against yours. You pulled away, panting, "Fuck, I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum,"

"Go ahead, dove, cum all over my cock," he groaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy and out of rhythm as he approached his own orgasm, "Make sure you know who you belong to,"

With his words and his cock pounding in and out of you, you came. Hard. A loud string of moans rolled off your lips as you gushed around him, "Remus!"

The way you clenched around him as you came sent Remus over the edge and he stilled, burying into you up to the hilt as he released his load against your cervix, painting your walls white, "Oh my gods," he moaned, his forehead pressed against yours, "Feel so fucking good around m'cock, princess,"

After a few moments, he pulled out, his seed following and dripping down onto the floor below you both. He looked down, observing the way the white liquid gushed as your entrance pulsed uncontrollably, "Well isn't that a sight for sore eyes," he grinned, his eyes flicking back up to yours.

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss, "Let's definately do this again," you muttered against his lips.

"Definately,"

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sacredsnape · 11 months

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hey there! i wanted to request a oneshot involving remus taking care of the reader while on her period. thank you!❤️

This is so sweet 😭

Genre: fluff

Warnings: mentions of blood, blood clots, menstrual pain, and food, slight suggestiveness at the end but no smut

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You laid in bed with your face smushed into a pillow, your eyebrows furrowed together as painful cramps crashed through your abdomen. Bright sunlight peeking through the blinds washed over your huddled frame, and you scrunched your face in discomfort as the light pierced through your closed eyelids.

You heard your boyfriend, Remus, shuffling about the bedroom, murmuring about getting more chocolate and chamomile tea for you to help with your cramps. You heard him approach the bed but were in too much pain to open your eyes to look at him.

"Dove," Remus spoke softly, brushing your hair off of your flushed forehead. You whined, burying your face further into the pillow and grumbling, "What, Remus?"

Remus didn't say anything; instead, he pressed a gentle kiss to the center of your forehead, eliciting a small giggle from you.

"I know you're hurting, my flower, but I need you to get up. You have to change your pad, and I've run you a warm bath," he said, his warm voice rumbling against your cheek as he kissed you there.

You shook your head, wanting to melt into the bed and disappear forever. You could hardly walk with how bad your cramps were, and not even the sound of a warm bath could entice you to get up.

"Please, baby?" Remus tried, kissing your cheek again.

You firmly shook your head no.

Remus sighed, wrapped his strong arms around your middle, and picked you up. You gasped, your eyes widening as he carried you with ease to your ensuite bathroom.

"Rem, let me rest," you huffed as he lightly set you down on the bathroom floor. Remus gave you a small smile, pecking your nose before he began to undress you.

"Let me take care of you, hm?" he hummed, helping you out of his jumper that you had snatched from him. You wore it every night as part of your pajamas as it was roomy, comfy, and smelled just like him - coffee, parchment, and petrichor.

You gave in and nodded, allowing him to help you out of your old sweatpants that you wore specifically for your period. They were a size too big and very soft, keeping you comfortable during your cycle.

You cringed as you felt even more blood leak into your pad. Inching into the corner of the bathroom, you removed your soiled underwear and pad, throwing the pad away and then awkwardly handing Remus your underwear to wash.

"Go ahead and get in the tub. I'll be right back," Remus told you as he gathered your dirty clothes into his arms. He was looking at you so tenderly like you were a work of art, even with your hormonal acne and thighs stuck together by dried up blood.

You watched Remus leave before you carefully sank down into the tub. The warm water pleasantly lapped at your sides and stomach as you sat down, breathing a sigh of relief. Remus had lit vanilla candles, and they neatly lined the tub, filling the bathroom with their calming scent.

You frowned as you bled into the water, but despite your condition, the bath was quite relaxing. You closed your eyes and focused on your breathing, hoping for your cramps to subside soon.

You opened your eyes when you heard Remus return. He was holding a large mug of steaming chamomile tea and several bars of chocolate. He set them down on the sink before sitting down on the edge of the tub, running his long fingers through your bedhead.

"How's my pretty girl feeling?" he asked you lovingly, his amber eyes creased at the edges from how hard he was smiling.

"A bit better," you answered, stretching your legs out in front of you and submerging them in the thick suds. "Thank you for this, my love."

"Of course, honey. It's my duty to take care of you," Remus said softly as he stroked the side of your face, lightly pinching your cheek.

You laughed, squirming away from him. You rested your hands on your stomach and rubbed uneven circles into it, desperate to relieve yourself of your cramps.

"Would you like me to join you in the tub so I can massage your stomach?" Remus wondered as he watched your movements.

You stopped, shaking your head. "The biggest blood clot just came out of me, so I don't think you'd want to be in here with that thing floating around."

Remus shrugged, seemingly unfazed. He extracted his wand from his pocket and casted a spell that cleaned the water. You watched him, amazed, and he leaned forward to kiss you.

His kiss melted your pain away. You sat up and leaned into him, accidentally spilling some water over the edge of the tub. Remus placed his large hands on your wet back, spreading his fingers across your skin and deepening the kiss.

You whimpered quietly, digging your fingers into his t-shirt clad chest. Remus chuckled as he pulled away slightly and spoke, "Someone's getting excited."

You playfully glared at him, kissing him again. "Don't tease me like this while I'm bleeding, you dork," you laughed against his lips.

Remus rubbed your back, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and then releasing it, causing you to moan. This man was going to be the death of you.

"Fine, but once you're done bleeding, I'm all yours, lovely girl," Remus promised you, trailing his hands down your body until they reached your stomach. There, he massaged you, dotting your neck with sweet kisses.

You felt so loved and cared for. He gave you your tea and chocolate, telling you about his day, about how his students were learning about boggarts now, and how his father invited you two to dinner next week.

You sat there and intently listened to him. You were happy, and his presence alone made your pain vanish.

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Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Remus Lupin, Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Peter Pettigrew, Sirius Black Additional Tags: Professor Remus Lupin, Hogwarts Third Year, Dueling Class, Defense the Dark Arts Professor Remus Lupin, marauders map, POV Remus Lupin, Werewolf Remus Lupin, Remus Lupin Werewolf Transformation Description, Mild Divergent, Remus apologizing to Severus, Dementor Attacks (Harry Potter) Summary:

Remus becomes a professor at Hogwarts during Harry's third year. What are his thoughts first time meeting Harry? Or when he found out Petter Pettigrew was alive still?

Prompt: Remus as a professor. Further comments: any missing moment from Prisoner of Azkaban focusing on Remus as a professor, how he plans lessons, how he teaches, or maybe how he interacts with other faculty? (w/o romance please) Choice Pairings: None

#remus lupin #professor remus #no pairing #gen fic #fanfic #remus lupin fest 2023

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flwrbo · 1 year

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Everyone at Hogwarts just loves Professor Lupin’s pretty wife <3

remus lupin x reader | suggestive fluff 1.1k words

Your shoes click-clacked through the school floors as you walked your way to Remus’ classroom. In your hands is a neatly wrapped lunch he had forgotten about until he was halfway to Hogwarts.

You, of course, noticed immediately and prepared yourself to take his food to his workplace, not wanting your fiance to be hungry all day. Students nodded kindly at you, excited to see your face again. After you had visited your Remus for the first time, rumor had spread around the school of the sweet young woman Professor Lupin had doted on him. You quickly became some sort of micro-celebrity amongst the students, especially when you’d bring in little baked goods for the children.

“Hello, Miss!” A small second-year waved up at you, cheeks round and red.

A smile spread across your face as you stopped, and began digging around your tote bag. A small pastry, wrapped in brown paper sat atop your open palm. “Care for a treat, sir?” You crouched down a little to be face to face. The boy excitedly accepted the gift, running off after giving you a swift hug on the hips. “Make sure you split that!” You sweetly shout after him, watching as he runs to tell his friend all about the wonderful news.

“I don’t suppose you have another of those for me,” A teasing tone drawls behind you. You turn to find Remus leaning against the door frame, dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms.

“I can do you one better,” You smile, holding up the homemade lunch he’d abandoned that morning. He grins a wide grin, walking to you and pulling you into a swinging hug. You’re led into his classroom, squealing excitedly as Remus held onto you tightly.

He leans down to kiss you sweetly before you softly push the lunch into his hands. “My girl: always taking care of me.” He sighs, moving to drop the food onto his desk. “You came this whole way to drop off my food?”

“And see you.” You grin, walking towards him and gently pinning him against his desk. His chest is warm when you snuggle against it, letting your body rest against his for a moment. “And give Mr. Longbottom a gift,”

He sighs and shakes his head sorrowfully. “They’re going to begin to believe you have favorites, you know,” He scolds, mostly joking.

He can feel you shrug against him. “Maybe I do,”

A breathy chuckle leaves him as he begins to sway the two of you back and forth, completely enamored in one another as if you hadn’t been tangled in bed the entire night - not only three hours ago. You land a peck on his chest, lazily where your head lays and he reciprocates in kind, leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“Okay,” You sigh, pulling away. “You need to eat, Professor.”

You perch yourself on Remus’ desk in front of him, watching him in his desk chair as he pulls out the perfectly wrapped and cut sandwich.

The two of you continue the conversation, him asking you about your commute to Hogwarts and you inquiring about the first two classes he had to teach. Somewhere in the middle of the conversation, you had begun swinging your feet absentmindedly. Usually, your constant motion didn’t bother Remus, as he knew you tended to be fidgety. Your skirt, however, captured his attention.

He attempted to keep his eyes on yours, though he did occasionally look down at the beautiful green patterns, attempting to identify the pretty flowers on them. He’s sure he’s seen you in this skirt before, but with your thighs stretching the material in his direct line of sight, and the flow of the garment down to below your kneecap - he’s never seen it like this. And, Merlin, was that a thigh slit? He forces himself to look away, neatly bundling the garbage from his lunch and tossing it.

He tries to pay attention to the story you’re recounting about the adorable baby on the bus, but his hand is itching to reach out and feel the material beneath his fingertips. He tosses a look over his shoulder at the door, ensuring it's closed and more importantly ensuring your privacy. This, however, captures your attention and your story slowly trails off.

“And so she leans over and…” You bring your lip between your teeth. “Rem?”

He looks up at your smiling, blushing face. “Yes, my love?” He clears his throat, going on as if he wasn’t just entranced by your midi skirt for the last ten minutes.

“What are you looking at?” You giggle, taking in his reactions. He flounders a little, flustered at the idea of being caught. Another chuckle leaves him, and he pushes his rolling chair closer to where you are still perched on the desk.

“I,” He finally allows himself to reach out and feel. The material isn’t as soft as he thought it’d be, and it makes him sad to think your cute little thighs were anything less than perfectly comfortable. “Am looking at how beautiful you look,” He pushes his hand around the thigh slit, dragging his finger on the soft skin there. “My perfect wife,” He sighs happily.

You drag a hand through the soft brown of his hair, fingers massaging his scalp as he continues to silently admire your legs. It’s your turn to lean down and deliver a kiss to his forehead.

The sound of footsteps and chatter begins to come closer to Remus’ door, and the two of you break away. Lunch was over. Remus stands up, leaning down to deliver a kiss to your lips. It was supposed to be quick and chaste, a loving thank you kiss for his lunch. He can’t help but lean into it, feeling a sudden pang run through him. His pretty little wife brings him his lunch that she made, all dressed up just for him. On his desk, in her cute little skirt that she put on just for him. He puts a hand behind her head, pushing her harsher into the kiss as his mind roams around.

You pull away, a string of spit connecting the two of you until it drops messily on your bottom lip. He nearly goes in for a second when you pushes against him and laugh cutely. “Professor Lupin,” You nod your head towards the door as if you needed to remind him of the students passing by just outside.

He huffs, sweeping his hair back and sweetly fixing the skirt where he had rucked it up sometime in the last five minutes. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, willing the flush on your body to go away before you could leave.

“You know,” Remus thought aloud. “I could always cash in that favor Minnie owes me, and leave class early,” Your fiance looks at you, smirking as he plots. Before you could deny him, he’s already picking you up, and hauling you over his shoulder. Your joyous squeals gather the attention of the students, letting them make way for you and their DADA professor, giggling at the antics they’ve become accustomed to.

#remus lupin x reader #<3.remus #harry potter x reader #<3.chubby reader #i love u professor lupin

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rmoony01 · 13 days

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Dumbledore didn't want to be the minister of magic because it's easier to control and manipulate children then manipulating grown adults.

#marauders fandom #harry potter #professor dumbledore #marauders #the marauders #wolfstar #jily #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #peter pettigrew #the order of the phoenix #marlene mckinnon #mary mcdonald #dorcas meadowes #jegulus

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aeteut · 8 months

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Professor R. J. Lupin

By likeafunerall, and reposted with permission.

#God.#The only man ever.#Professor Lupin does something to me.#The grey in his hair.#remus lupin #harry potter fanart #wolfstar #rlsb #r/s #sirius black #likeafunerall

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yearning4life · 4 months

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okay marauders hc that because sirius' middle name was “orion” and the boys didn't want to call him that every time they used a different silly middle name like imagine stuff like:

“sirius santa claus black why is there dirt in the carpet?”

or like

“sirius toaster black get back here and give me my shirt”

and slowly it'd get like a game and maybe the girls would get in on it too

#marauders #marauders headcanon #headcanon #the marauders #marauders harry potter #sirius black #wolfstar #remus lupin #james potter #atyd #all the young dudes #peter pettigrew #lily evans #jily #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #dorcas meadowes #professor mcgonagall

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grangerhater · 8 months

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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.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #professor lupin x reader #mauraders #harry potter hc #harry potter #remus lupin headcanon #remus lupin smut #maurauders smut #professor x student #teacher x student #smut

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mymiraclealigner · 1 year

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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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atydblack · 1 month

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"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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