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Remus Lupin x original female character

4.6k+ words

18+ smut 😋

First time I’ve ever properly written Remus, so I hope it’s up to standard 😅🤣

Set in Prison of Azkaban era, Professor Lupin wakes up next to the person he just spent the night with… one thing leads to another, and despite them repeatedly thinking they shouldn’t, they soon can’t help but fall into one another’s arms again… 🤭 forbidden fruit at its finest 😙

His hand swept over her bare upper arm as smoothly as the breeze outside his bedroom window. She stirred, only slightly, before resting peacefully against the bed again. Her back was to him in their current position, but after last night, she had the most beautiful back he had ever seen, and the way the sunlight cascaded across the parts of her upper body that weren’t covered by her bed sheets—neck, shoulder, arm from having it comfortably resting on top of the sheets—only amplified his flashbacks from the night before. Forbidden fruit had never tasted so good.

He dipped his chin a little more and pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder before closing his eyes again with a soft sigh. Her skin was cold. He made the decision to carefully lift the covers and place her free arm back under them in an attempt to warm her up, hoping he had done so subtly enough to not interrupt her sleep—he wasn’t entirely sure if they were at the stage where pulling her closer to him to warm her up wouldn’t seem a little too keen. It always amused him, that theory; where spending the night together wasn’t too far in order to scare the other off, but showing genuine care and affection was.

Regardless, he sank back down into the sheets behind her, cautiously not positioning himself too close, and tested his theory mildly by draping an arm over her body. He could’ve happily remained in this position for as long as time would allow, however, he did also think she was still sleeping.

She laced their fingers and squeezed his hand first, then followed with, “Good morning, Professor.”

Her voice was sleepy, and that mixed with what she had said certainly made him feel a little more alert than he had just been in his lazy, comfortable state.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” he whispered.

She smiled, eyes still closed, fingers still laced.

“I’ve woken in worse places.” she said, covering her mouth with her free hand as she yawned. “In worse states.”

He let out a small, gentle laugh through his nose. “How did you sleep?” he dared to gently caress the back of her hand with his thumb. “Can I get you anything?”

She shook her head. “I slept wonderfully, thank you.”

“I’m glad.” he smiled.

“I’d turn around and give you a morning kiss,” she said, resulting in him arching a brow, “but I fear after last night I’m now stuck in this position.” this made him chuckle softly to try and mask the colour that his cheeks were turning. “It’s really showing my age, I think. I feel a bit stiff this morning.”

He smirked briefly, swallowed hard, and brushed his lips against the back of her neck, mumbling, “Happens to the best of us.”

She gasped playfully when she caught on to his insinuation and bit her lip, leaning back against him now as he pressed against her properly.

“Remus John Lupin…” she whispered, nudging his crotch teasingly. “You certainly weren’t joking.”

“Oh, my full name?” Remus grinned, narrowing his eyebrows when he felt her directly brush against him. “I am in trouble.”

“Yes, you are.”

“How so?” Remus smiled against the back of her neck, kissing it again.

“Your tongue committed some unspeakable acts last night…” she bit her lip, playing with his fingers.

Remus felt himself twitch as a result.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Talking like that…” his lips had reached her shoulder. “I need to get ready for work.”

She giggled softly and closed her eyes again.

“Sorry, Professor.”

Remus rested his head back against the pillow again and also closed his eyes, keeping his arm hooked around her and their fingers laced together.

“Quite alright.” he mumbled.

They remained there for a few more moments, but his morning wood didn’t show any willing to depart from their current situation.

After a little while, she said, “This isn’t getting ready for work, Professor…”

“No…” Remus exhaled.

Before he could register what he was absentmindedly doing, his lips returned to her skin. He didn’t want her to think that he just assumed she was okay with this just because of what had happened last night, so it only lasted a few brief moments before he pulled away again.

This time, however, his eyes didn’t close. Instead, they looked directly at the body he currently had in front of him and sighed softly, flashbacks of the night before at the forefront of his mind again.

“Christ,” he mumbled—though wasn’t aware he had done it out loud at first, “I need a cold shower before I even thinkabout getting ready for work.”

There were a few moments silence before she replied this time, “I hope I don’t hear any suspicious noises coming from it,” she smirked, “or I might just have to come in and inspect the situation.”

Remus had never been more grateful that she couldn’t see his face and especially how red it was turning.

“I don’t know what you mean…”

Her lips pursed and she lightly nudged herself back against him. Remus’ breath caught in his throat.

“What are you going to do about this?”

“Oh,” Remus shamefully played dumb, “I’m used to letting that, uh… disappear on its own.”

She didn’t know whether to laugh or feel sorry for him following that last comment. She took his hand and placed it over one of her bare breasts, biting her lip with a grin when she felt him twitch against her.

“Not…” Remus cleared his throat pathetically, “N-Not helping…”

“And, yet, you don’t stop me.” she whispered, squeezing her hand over his.

Remus swallowed hard and narrowed his eyebrows. His lower stomach began to swish with desire, his cock was about to start leaking with sticky lust, and he wasn’t entirely sure that a cold shower would fix the situation at all—perhaps a quick jerk off into the sink? He wouldn’t want her to think that he expected any favours from her just because he had woken up in an aroused state. He could get up, quick ten steps to the bathroom, a couple flicks of the wrist with last night still fresh in his mind, and all of the mornings built up tension would soon disappear down the plug—he could even already start the shower running to disguise any noises he couldn’t contain from his lips.

But she had other ideas, and was now guiding his hand down past her lower stomach. Remus’ own stomach gave a jolt and his lips parted, allowing her free range of his hand.

“All I’m saying, Professor…” she cupped his hand between her legs, making a soft noise, “it would be a shame to waste it…” she squeezed his hand again and narrowed her eyebrows with a grin when one of his fingers slipped exactly where she wanted it to. “Especially at your age.”

Even as turned on as he was, Remus was also a little taken back by her comment.

“Excuse me?” his lips were closer to her ear now.

“You heard.” she bit her lip with a grin and parted her lips when she felt him move his finger of his own accord. “Would you like me to say it to your face?”

Remus was appalled by how much her attitude was turning him on even more.

“Oh, I don’t think you’d dare.”

She raised her eyebrows and let go of his hand before turning around to face him. His face had shocked arousal written all over it. He had pink, flustered cheeks, large eyes, and slightly heavier than normal breaths passing through his parted lips. His hair was dishevelled, and she took pride in knowing it was most likely from how her hands had writhed through it the night before.

“I said, Professor Lupin,” she cleared her throat, “a man of your age shouldn’t let such a needy morning hard-on go to waste.” then bit her lip, studying his reaction.

“And what…” he tried to clear his head enough to speak, “what was all that about?” he flexed the hand that had just been slotted between her legs.

“Just wanted to show you that you’re not the only one who woke up craving the other in this bed…” she shrugged, flicking her eyes to meet his.

“You’re going to be the fucking death of me, Arabella.” were the last words he spoke before his own lips were robbed from him and now joined with hers.

Their lips crashed together over and over again in desperate wave of passion, Remus’ hand now finding the back of her head to keep her face close. Arabella’s fingertips lightly brushed against the scruff on his scarred cheeks and she kissed him feverishly, both of them closing their eyes.

Arabella rolled against him, one leg now hooked over his bare hips and one arm on the pillow at the far side of his head. The hand of his that wasn’t buried in her hair cascaded down her bare back—his fingertips taking in each and every inch of her skin.

Fuck, he wanted this. Wanted her.

“Nobody can ever find out about this, alright?” he whimpered against her lips. “Nobody can know.”

“Yes, Professor.” she agreed, nudging her thigh over the warm stiffness beneath it.

Remus winced momentarily and pulled his head back so their eyes met. “Do you understand?”

“I understand, Professor.”

Continuously calling him that wasn’t helping the situation at all.

“Fuck,” he inhaled deeply through clenched teeth, then mumbled as her lips brushed against his, “I’ll be in so much trouble.”

Arabella moved on top of him properly this time and pressed her index finger to his lips.

“Not a word.” she moved her hips forward briefly. “I promise.”

Christ, he needed to be inside her. It was like a sudden desperate craving. He needed last night all over again. He needed it without hazy eyes, without drunken fumbling hands, without clumsy kisses.

“I could get used to seeing you up—“ he began, but she used the moment to sit over him properly. His jaw clenched and froze, only able to exhale a relieved, “Ohh…”

“You were saying, Professor?” she bit her lip, placing her hands against his chest to steady herself.

But Remus couldn’t think of anything to say now. Not now he could feel her squeezed around him, not now she was moving against him. He looked up at her helplessly and managed to raise his arms enough to place his hands against her thighs, shivering in delight as she began to move a little more purposefully and his eyes closed.

He’d have had to think very long and hard if he were to remember the last time he had had a morning like this. He adored the way she glided over him, it sent bolts of electricity throughout his older body. Gentle bolts—ones that left you with more yearning than an over and done quick fix.

Arabella’s hands found his against her thighs and squeezed them gently as she began to bounce properly. The bed reacted with a few cheap squeaks, and Remus moaned into the chorus of her soft sighs. She’d always had an idea that he was going to be big, but in all her time of wondering—and there had been *a lot—*she could’ve never imagined he was thisblessed. The kind of blessed that even after several times of having him inside her in the last 12 hours, she was still having to adjust to the size of him.

She watched closely as his face, eyes still closed, flashed with several expressions. The most common one being his eyebrows knitted together and his mouth making an ‘O’ shape. It was hot, she thought. Hot in a older-Professor-hasn’t-got-any-in-a-long-while-and-knows-he-probably-shouldn’t-be-getting-it-right-now kind of way. Perhaps she’d even go as far to say he was perfect for her. Always had been.

Her heavy eyes studied his face for as long as she could bare to keep them open; the face with the mysterious scars, kind eyes, scruff of a few days of unshaven facial hair, slightly thicker than the rest moustache that sat above the lips that never asked for anything. Never assumed. Never demanded. Only ever gently warned. Gently warned others that he was no good, and that they were better off without his company. That one day they would come to realise why he thought such things about himself. But Arabella didn’t think she’d ever think of him so lowly. So much so, she was now leaning over him and kissing those lips, her hands placed at either sides of his against the pillow.

She kissed his parted lips at first, then moaned softly when she felt him react by bringing both of his hands to her face and kissing her properly. Their lips began to meet in time with her hips, and Remus’ fingertips began to tremble against her cheeks. He whimpered softly and turned his head to deepen the kiss, their tongues now creating a dance of their own as her nails soothingly scratched against the sides of his neck.

Remus shivered, and his body vibrated against hers. Arabella broke the kiss, though kept her lips close enough so that he could feel her breath.

“How badly do you need to get off, Professor?”

“Not terribly.” Remus replied, opening his heavy eyes to gaze up at her.

“You might want to tell your cock that.” she teased, enjoying the feeling of him pulsing inside her.

“No, I didn’t mean—” he let out a small sigh, immediately cursing himself for his poor reply. “I want us to both enjoy it.” he swallowed hard. “Not rush it.”

It was true; he didn’t know when—or even if—he would ever find himself in a position like this again, and he certainly didn’t want to waste the opportunity of slow morning sex with a very pretty young lady with an age-gap he’d rather not think about.

“We’ve got all the time in the world.” she whispered, closing the gap between them by pressing their lips together again.

One of Remus’ hands rested against the back of her head and he kissed her back gently, letting out slightly heavier breaths each time she sat all the way over him.

“Fuck, I’ve been dreaming about how you’d feel from the moment I first got put in your class…” she spoke into the kiss, circling her hips briefly and letting out a soft moan as a result from the feeling it caused.

“You know you shouldn’t say such things.” Remus replied, one of his hands trembling over the small of her back.

“We can’t get into bother,” she smirked, kissing him again as she brushed her hips forward. “Not now that I’m technically employed.”

Remus inhaled sharply as his cock pulsed.

“You–” he regained his speech, “you were a student once.”

“Everyone has been a student at some point…” she grinned, leaning down to kiss him and adding, “Professor.”

“Bit of a difference between sixteen years ago and one month.” he replied, though kissed her back willingly.

“Still not a current student…” she kissed him harder, then said before he even had chance to respond, “even if I did want you to fuck me when I was a student.”

Remus parted his lips to respond but all of the air was suddenly robbed out of his lungs when Arabella sat up properly and started to bounce over him, using him as if he were a desperate po-go stick.

“Merlin’s— fuck!” he gasped in pleasure, his eyes immediately rolling back as his head dug into the pillow.

Arabella threw her head back and drove her hips down onto his, gasping in pleasure each time he filled her completely.

Remus felt as if he had slipped into complete and utter ecstasy—as if he had never woken up this morning at all, because never in a million years did he expect his morning to play out like this. He opened his eyes briefly and gazed up at her through the haze of pleasure, completely in awe of her. He’d give up a years worth of orgasms just for this to last as long as possible, he decided.

“Ugh, Professor…” she whimpered, narrowing her eyebrows and driving her hips down in a little less forgiving pace. “N-Need… you.”

Suddenly, as if he had mustered all the strength and drive of his youth, Remus sat himself up and wrapped his arms around her. Arabella continued to move over his cock, snaking her arms around his neck and immediately welcoming the new close embrace.

“I’m here.” he spoke so softly against her lips.

“Don’t ever go.” she whispered back, brushing their lips together a few times.

Her bare breasts pressed into his chest and moved against his skin each time she bounced over him. Remus kissed her clumsily, his arms tangled around her. They grunted softly in sync with each other, the sweat of their bodies now mixing.

“Lay down for me.” he said calmly, breaking the kiss and lowering his hands down her back a little.

Arabella narrowed her eyebrows and did as he’d asked, her head now dangling a little over the end of the bed.

“Like this?”

“Perfect.”

Remus took in the image in front of him for a few seconds longer than intended until his cock twitched from the lack of attention.

Slowly, still between her legs, he lowered himself down and thrusted himself inside her as delicately as possible—not wanting to rush a single moment.

“Remus…” she gasped faintly, arching her back a little against the bed.

He smirked, lips now inches away from her collarbone as he began to move his hips slowly. Arabella moaned breathily and wrapped her legs around him, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

“Remus…” she said his name in a slightly more frantic tone this time when his lips made contact with her skin.

His kisses and gentle nibbles occupied her collarbones and breasts for the most part; leaving little red marks from where they had been. Arabella squirmed in delight beneath him, only encouraging him more. His hips moved in time with his lips, still cautious of wanting to really bide his time.

By the time his lips reached her throat, her fingers were combing through his hair. He lazily dragged his lips against her skin, kissing her throat tenderly before applying slightly more pressure once they reached the side of her neck.

“Mmhh…” she mumbled, biting her lip with a grin, “the Professor likes to leave his mark…”

“The Professor does.” Remus growled from the back of his throat, sucking on the crook of her neck whilst moaning shakily.

“I thought teachers weren’t supposed to have favourites…” she smirked, lifting her hips up a little to meet with his steady thrusts.

“Shut your pretty little mouth.” he growled from the back of his throat, thrusting his hips a little harder.

Arabella grinned and scratched her nails up his bare back, moaning louder each time he drove his hips forward. Her legs hooked around him held them against each other as closely as possible, and he peppered kisses up the side of her neck again, and actually found it hard to fight off the urge to bite.

“Mmh, mmh, fuck…” he whimpered, the arousal in his stomach starting to turn his thighs to led as his hips continued to move at this new, harsher pace.

Arabella reached down as far as she could with both of her hands and attempted at patting his hips. Taking this as an instruction to stop, he immediately did so.

“Everything alright?” he asked, half in a daze whilst gazing down at her.

“Don’t stop…” she narrowed her eyebrows, “I just…”

Remus started to move again, his lips parting in pleasure from the feeling. He didn’t need telling twice at this point.

“What is it, darling?”

She brought her hands up to his face and cupped it gently, arching her back in delight as she attempted at pressing a kiss to his lips.

“I want to make you cum, Professor.”

Remus felt a dangerous shiver take over his entire body for a few moments following this.

“I think you proved yourself rather capable of that last night…” he mumbled against her lips.

“I know, but…”

“What was it, three times?”

She twirled his hair around her fingers, kissing him again before speaking, “Could have been four…”

“I’m afraid you’d have been shagging a corpse by that point.” Remus chuckled.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever died from too much sex!” Arabella chuckled, one hand sliding down his back against so she could feel him as he thrust himself in and out of her.

Arabella lightly patted his hips and he stopped again, breathing heavily against her lips. Slowly, she pushed him back up again, lips still attached, and Remus wrapped his arms around her so that they continued to move together.

“Well, I don’t want to be the first…” he said, kissing her as he laid down on his back again, “not if it means I’d miss out on more mornings like this.”

Arabella grinned and started to move over him again, kissing his lips feverishly. “Why, do you like the way I ride your cock, Professor?”

“Oh, fuuuck…” he groaned from the back of his throat, feeling himself throbbing warningly. “Yeah.. I do.”

“I love making you feel good, Professor…” she leaned over him again, slowly kissing his lips.

“Th-This morning won’t last very much longer if you keep talking like that, I’m afraid…” he swallowed hard, pausing the kiss briefly to let out a heavy breath.

“Shh, shh…” she shook her head, her gentle movements continuing, “you let go whenever you want to let go.”

“A-And you?” Remus asked timidly, his fingertips brushing up and down her back.

“Oh, I’m close…” she moaned against his lip, kissing him feverishly, “so fucking close, Professor. Fuck…”

Remus made a soft noise in response to her words and reached for one of her hands, lacing their fingers together their arms rested by the side of his head. Arabella squeezed their hands together as she moved over him, their mouths now gaping open but both of them refusing to stop attempting to kiss.

Remus’ free hand trembled up and down her back and he whimpered against her lips, treading the very delicate line of wanting to chase his release, but wanting this feeling to last forever. Arabella narrowed her eyebrows and gasped against his lips, their hands now changing colour from how tightly they were clenched together.

“Remus!” she breathed out shakily, “Oh, Remus!”

“Yes… yes… fuck.” he inhaled sharply, their hands starting to mix sweat.

The feeling of her tightening around his cock took him to a place he could not return from.

“Oh, Bella…” he swallowed hard. “I’m going to cum, Bella…” he parted his lips to moan, his jaw locking in the process. “Bella, Bella—!”

Within seconds from his last exclamation, he was spilling helplessly inside her. He had peaked, so had she, and together they moved against one another as if trying to start a fire.

Arabella’s cry of, “Professor!” earned an even more elongated climax from him, his hand gripping her hip whilst their other hands remained tangled together.

Once Arabella let go of his hand, he immediately used both of his to cup her face in his hands and bring her into a trembling kiss.

“Oh, sweetheart…” he panted, both of them still rocking against each other but now at a less vigorous pace, “sweetheart…”

He continued to pepper sweet words against her lips in between kisses, his eyes still closed. His heart was racing, blood rushing through his body in a way that made him feel more alive than he ever had.

“I don’t want to wake up if my mornings aren’t like that.” Arabella spoke against his lips, kissing him slowly before burying her face in the crook of his neck.

“You’re incredible…” Remus fought through trying to catch his breath. “Incredible.”

She kissed the side of his sticky neck before moving to the side of him and staring up at the ceiling with a wide smile.

“I suppose you’re alright, Professor.”

Remus let out a small laugh, but mostly tried to get used to the feeling of her not being on top of him anymore. He sighed softly and turned his head on the pillow to look at her, smiling.

“What?” Arabella bit her lip, rolling onto her side.

“You’re just…” he exhaled, trying to muster something but settling on simply, “beautiful.”

“Thank you.” she blushed, leaning in to peck his cheek before swinging her legs off the bed.

“That was so much better than last night.” Remus sighed softly, one hand rested over his stomach as he gazed up at the ceiling.

“Oh, charming.” Arabella scoffed.

“No- I didn’t mean it like that!” Remus responded quickly, realising how it could have come across. Arabella made to get up, but Remus quickly reached for her hand, speaking with genuine sincerity as she turned back to look at him. “I didn’t. I promise.”

“Then, what did you mean?”

“Just in the sense that we were able to take our time…” he narrowed his eyebrows, lifting her hand to his lips. “Not rush anything.” he kissed the back of her hand delicately. “Just enjoy one another.”

She watched him brush his lips against her hand once more and smiled. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“I did.” he responded immediately, gazing up at her and letting out a half sigh, half laugh. “I’m sorry. I… don’t know what to say.” he bit his bottom lip with a shy smile. “I don’t usually do things like… last night.”

Arabella laughed now, but quietly. “I can tell.” she leaned forward to brush their lips faintly together. “It’s nice to know you still wanted me whilst you’re sober.”

Remus’ free hand came up to cup her cheek as he kissed her back slowly—but properly. “More than I’d care to admit, I’m afraid.”

“So much so,” she pushed his hair off his still warm forehead, “you’ve forgotten you should be getting ready for work… Professor.”

“Oh, no!” Remus widened his eyes, raising himself up on his elbows, “Shit, I’m going to be in so much trouble with Dumbledore!”

“On top of the trouble you’d be in for fucking an ex student…” Arabella mumbled under her breath, biting her lip to hide a grin as she watched him.

“Oh, god!” he exhaled heavily, running his hands through his hair. “I need to—!”

“What you need to do, Remus,” she spoke whilst placing her hands on his chest, trying to lay him back down.

“No, I don’t have time!”

“Listen to me.” she said, one hand still firmly on his chest. Remus swallowed hard, trying not to find this whole situation and her tone of voice arousing. “What you need to do,” she continued, “is realise that it’s the weekend. You don’t have work today.”

“What?!” Remus gasped, then fell back to the mattress with his hands covering his face, then mumbled something that sounded like, “oh, thank fuck…”

Arabella giggled and nudged her nose against his hands, gesturing for him to move them, which he did, so she could kiss him. Remus’ hands instead tangled in her hair, tilting his head as he deepened the kiss. He could do this all day.

“Still…” she mumbled, “that shower you were talking about having earlier sounds awfully tempting…”

Remus kissed her again. “Oh?”

“Just a thought.” she kissed him back.

“And, would this be a joint thing, or… separate, hm?”

Arabella inhaled dramatically as if pausing for thought, then she gazed down at him and said, “Well, that contraceptive potion we took last night lasts for twenty-four hours…”

Remus smirked, drinking in her suggestive tone and expression. “I believe that answers that, then, Miss Arabella.”

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Thank you so much for reading! Please feel free to let me know what you think or anything you would like me to write/add another part 😊 I already have another one sitting in my drafts 👀 I think it’s gonna follow the same sort of vibe as the Snape/Eleanor and Sirius/Mina where they’re the main characters but the one shots don’t necessarily follow on from one another! 😁

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