hellooo jus wanted to say how happy i am to have found your page!!! your writing is brilliant, thank you for sharing it! hope to read some more soonđŤś
aw this makes me so happy! what a comfort to know that someone enjoys what i write. sorry because i havenât been very active lately, i haven been losing my inspiration fairly quick, but iâm slowly getting back on track :)
a/n: long time no see :) i have been thinking about remus so much lately... hope you like this and sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language.
The rain hit the window desperately. It banged the outside of the big house begging to come in. The weight of the mist creeped into the walls with ease, like a snake crawling through a dense field, almost invisible. The Black House was dark and moist, the majority of its habitants in deep, twitchy slumber.
A girl held herself up on her elbows, semi-asleep still. Some hair stuck to her temple, product of the sweat. The heat under her duvet contrasted uncomfortably with the cold atmosphere. She managed to sit on her bed to recognize the figure standing past her door. A small breeze sneaked through the gap between the creaky floors; a shiver walked across her.
âRemus?â A set of manicured fingers raised to rub her sleepy eyes.
The man remained still. Remus was counting in his head: one, two three, four⌠Hoping to go unnoticed around twenty. It wasnât the first night he had entered her room to watch her sleep or something more. But it was the first time he felt embarrassed that he got caught. Twenty came around and she remained focused on the subject in her room.
The silhouetteâs shoulders were moving up and down patiently and a few drops fell from his fingers to the floor: he was soaking wet, the rain caught him on the way back to the house. She knew it was Remus and not an illusion. In her dreams, he would have come to her already and he would have been dry, smelling like books and whisky, like he normally did. In her dreams, he loved her unafraid, he was certain of his feelings for her.
âSo this is what you do, treat me horribly and come back to watch me sleep and wet my floors?â
âSorry about earlier. I didnât mean to raise my voice at you,â he replied with a hoarse voice. âItâs the moon.â
The girl looked down, a silver, thick stripe on the floor marked the distance between the bodies. It was always the moon the one coming between them. Natureâs round princess was an animated object, playing with Remusâ head and emotions. The witch constantly asked herself how something so beautiful could do him so much harm âand to her, consequently.
She removed the comforter from her body, sitting at the edge of the bed. The moonâs pale light bathed her naked legs. She wiggled her toes against the cold wood, getting ready to stand up. Remusâ breathing quickened, her actions meant I forgive you, clearly. He tried to ignore the inevitable worry of when he would no longer be forgiven.
She moved like an angel towards him: messy curls framing her face, tired eyes shaping the world around her. Remus could have kneeled to her feet and kissed them as an act of gratitude. She was merciful like a virgin.
She first pushed the heavy leather jacket off his shoulders. The garment hit the floor with a hard thud, splashing cold water on her feet. His hands were immediately on her hips, his achy knuckles relaxed at the touch of her cotton shirt. She surrounded his neck and came so close to his face she could feel his warm breath on her forehead. He smelled like pines and smog.
âIâm truly sorry, youâre so important to me,â he whispered against her hairline. His hands trespassed the fabric and caressed her lower back, occasionally playing with the edge of her underwear.
Her hands massaged his nape, helping it get rid of the tension the incoming full moon had induced. She looked up into his tired eyes, the stripe of light reflected in his pupils. He truly couldnât escape the moon.
âItâs okay, just take what you need,â she responded while pulling his lips closer to hers.
He wanted to correct her, he wasnât there to take anything âeven if it seemed like itâ, but it was too late. She immediately kissed him and he forgot about anything that had ever happened in the world before that moment.
The rain suddenly stopped, the clouds took deep a breath.
Like a siren she pushed him slowly into her waters, discarding his clothes on the way. The first buttons of his shirt were undone slowly by her slippery hands; the lethargy of her movements heated Remusâ head. He interrupted the unhurried pace yanking the shirt open, fours buttons flew across the room. Her nails scratched the hair on his torso, fondling the scars with dedication; it made Remus moan.
At the halfway point, Y/n lost her shirt. A soft breeze hardened her nipples, right before the werewolfâs hand grazed them. Her lips, already red and bitten, opened to emit a small groan of satisfaction. She was desperate for him, but so mad at his ways. She brought her bare chest closer to his in a unbridled outburst; fuck you, she thought.
Y/n kept her backward walk until she was stopped by the feel of the mattress hitting her thighs. The girl palmed him over his wet jeans: he was rock hard under the rough material. She guessed he had been hard for a while now by the way his hips stuttered. Remus separated from her kiss to observe her moving hand; in a swift move he removed it holding her by the wrist and trapping her arm behind her back.
âMy turn,â he announced lowly against her cheek. He let his words linger in the air; he wanted time to slow her breaths.
With the back of his scarred hand he caressed the curve of her face relaxing the frown that had settled between her brows. His stroke kept going down her neck, the pulse of her veins made his fingers slightly jump. Like on a mountain, his hand raised following the outline of her breast; he pinched the nipple maliciously, stealing a whimper from the girl. His hand slipped down until it sneaked below the only piece of fabric that covered her. Past the mound of hair he wet his digits on her pussy, going up and down, ignoring the crying bead on purpose.
âPl- please,â she breathed out.
âUh?â
âI- I said please,â their eyes met. His were determined and playful, hers were pleading.
With a devious smile Remus decided to put her out of her misery and roll measured circles on her clit. Remus knew Y/n was close when the hand held hostage behind her back started to twitch; she also tried to keep her thighs relaxed, but he knew that subtle trembling too well.
The werewolf kissed her neck while diverted his fingers inside of her. First one, then another. He pumped his long fingers into her enough times to open her up, ease his way between her legs. First shallow, then deep. She swore she could feel the protruding scars caress her inner walls.
Once again, in the verge of the orgasm, he let her go. Putting his wet hand on her hip and freeing her arm from his hold. Her hands flew to his belt to unbuckle it. He held her thin hands between his and grabbed his erect member, guiding her through the up-and-down movements. She looked down, embarrassed to be so enraptured in the action.
âLook at me.â
She held her head up, looking shy beyond his shoulder, disobeying his request deliberately. He knew, then: she still resented him. Before he could say anything to defend his case, Y/n turned around and pulled down her underwear. As the small fabric fell to the floor, she straightened up and grabbed the nearest bedpost with her ass perked up.
Remus put a firm hand on her shoulder and pushed her head to side with his, trying to make space to kiss. She could feel his wet tip hitting against her butt cheeks. His hips were rutting against her while his mouth was devouring her soft neck.
âAre you sure?â He whispered in her ear. Goosebumps traveled through her sides; she nodded.
âNo, use your words. Come onâ
The smallest âyesâ came out of her lips. Remus knew he wouldnât get anything clearer nor louder than that. Anchoring on her hips, he pushed her close to him and grabbed his cock to position it on her entrance.
Neither could keep a sigh of pleasure in at the first stretch. Remus thanked the Gods for her existence and her acknowledgment of his; never in his craziest dreams he thought he could be with someone like her. A long list was the one to enumerate all the ways she was perfect, far more noble and good than Remus; her pussy was in the top five.
He bottomed out and stayed still for a minute, letting her accommodate to his size. He inhaled the scent of her loose curls: fig and honey, his favorite. With a tortuous kiss on her cheek he started rocking inside of her. He held her between his hands like the fourth leaf of a clover, raising a hand to fondle her tits.
The witch could feel his love being poured in the swing of his hips. He was truly sorry (âor very drunkâ), she knew, because this is what she had always asked of him and rarely received: to be a little vulnerable, to show her something more than a need to release. The way his breathing fell on her jaw, his arms surrounded her torso, his inhibited grunts matched the thumps⌠it was perfect, just not what she wanted now.
He treated her horribly hours before, denying her help with the upcoming full moon and talking to her like she was an ignorant idiot. He was so confusing: then, he wanted her far from his life, now, he was holding onto her with all the love and need. He was so mindful and delicate, his cock hit her spot over and over again and it felt so nice that she got mad. She wanted him to unload his frustrations on her, not protect her from already inflicted pain.
âRemus,â she used a hand to halt his movements behind her, âdonât be kind.â
Remus, who was drunk in pleasure, let go of wariness and the fear of hurting her and took a firm hold of the woman in front of him. His hips pounded in and out of Y/n taking the air out of her; he looked down and delighted himself with the view of her arched back and plump ass. Quickly, the slapping sound between the flesh was accompanied by a squelching one; Remus rolled his eyes and kissed the back of her head as she got wetter. The girl moaned his name like a prayer and stammered out scoldings and praises in an hushed erotic whisper.
He paused for a second to turn and lay down his witch on the edge of the mattress. He folded over her, keeping a steady, hard pace. His eyes looked for her, he was missing the connection, a glance to say thereâs so many things that I feel that I canât put words to, but she closed her eyes in feigned focus.
âLook at me,â he framed her face with his big hand. She turned a deaf ear and kept panting, concentrating on the pleasurable new angle.
âCome on,â nothing still. âYou know, Iâ,â she squeezed him hard interrupting his sentence; the corners of her lips raised lightly. âI wonât let you come if you donât look at me.â
Remus decreased his tempo, rolling his hips heavily against hers. Her eyebrows met and he knew he put her in trouble. A senseless murmur spilled from her throat in the sweetest tone, the werewolf almost melted. He rolled his pelvis closer knowing it would graze her clit and she immediately dug her red nails into his biceps; he smiled triumphant. Her moans increased and he watched her struggle to keep the composure, she needed permission to come.
Just like minutes before, her eyes opened painfully slow. This time, she was greeted by Remusâ glowing face, looking at her with serious devotion and the ghost of a grin. Behind him, an almost round, luminous circle peaked behind the window: the moon.
âHey thereââ
âHarder, please, I- I wanna come,â she begged breathless, dazed by his ministrations and the beautiful light behind his strong frame.
âShh, donât worry. Iâll let you come, sweetheartâ
Remus increased the rhythm without taking his gaze off off her. She held his face between her hands and drew him closer to conceal her moans between his lips. Surrounding her legs against his torso Y/n asked if she could come and Remus replied with a simple âYes, love, Iâve got youâ. Immediately after, he came inside her with a groan, hiding his face in the gap between her shoulder and neck, her sweetest spot.
The clouds started weeping again, never covering the silver balloon, the protagonist of the night.
The moon looked at the girl laying sweaty on the bed. On top of her, Remus relished in the sole advantage of his condition: heightened feelings. He caressed her sides, looking to say Iâm sorry, once again. She looked back at the moon and brought the werewolf to her lips for another round; tomorrow the man would be the moonâs, but tonight he was all hers.
Hey, if requests are still open, I have one or a few. Could you write one having a of age 7th year student with a huge secret crush on Lupin that only Hermione knows about. The student (named Abby please) passing notes to Hermione about her attraction to Lupin and he catches them and takes the note but doesn't read it till after class and begins teasing Abby until they finally get together.
hi anon! sorry, but i don't take requests. i just write what i feel like to write, if not it feels like a responsibility and i leave it aside because it becomes no fun :(
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/nâs 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 didnât really spend time with them âbesides at partiesâ, 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 didnât 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 âthe 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.
"LikeâŚ" 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/nâs 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.
âGood girl, yeah, good girl,â 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.
hi, I recently stumbled across your account and I just wanted to tell you how amazing your stories are. I absolutely adore your remus fanfics, they're the best ones I've read so far !
You truly have a way with words, and I can't wait to read all your future projects âĄ
oh, thank you love! it makes me very excited that people read what I write and actually like it <3
wish I had more time to give you more (quality) content
summary: a guy is flirting with you and Remus has to do something about it.
tw: alcohol consumption.
word count: 766
Remus had his eyes on you since each one went their own way in the party. He understood you two spent majority of time together, and that he wasn't the only person you could have fun and talk with, but there was something about that guy that he didn't like. He could smell his intentions of seducing you from afar, and it was getting on his nerves.
He had you laughing and giggling like crazy, the sight of you covering your mouth and cleaning tears from your eyes infuriated Remus; he couldn't remember you ever cleaning tears from your eyes from his jokes.Â
The open back door welcomed a soft breeze that raised your skirt occasionally, forcing you to pull it down. 'If he dares to look down, that's it', he told himself. The air pushed your perfume to the living room, making Remus hyperaware of your distance and reminding him you were there, talking to that loser, instead of being with him, doting him with kisses and secret head scratches.
Every time Remus turned around to check on the two of you, he would notice how the man's body got closer to yours; he crouched down to hear your replies and try to maintain eye contact. 'The music isn't so loud in the kitchen, he could back up a little bitâ, the werewolf puffed.
Remus knew it wasn't your fault, you probably weren't even aware of this guy's look, or that he was flirting with you. Your head was always somewhere else, and Remus had taken the capacity of looking at someone else romantically from you, so probably you werenât thinking something beyond a friendly interaction. If you could notice or not was not what bothered Remus, it was the audacity of that guy to look at you the way he was doing, like he was about to eat you for dinner.Â
Time passed and you stood there innocently talking to the guy. His hands were now holding his weight in the counter and his body was fully turned to you. Remus kept repeating himself that you only had eyes for him and having beer after beer in the hopes of relaxing a bit; he didn't want to make a scene in front of everyone, he was not like that.Â
Unfortunately, the alcohol did the contrary to relax him. His mind turned dizzy, and his ears shut down to Jamesâ story about how he tricked Sirius into eating a frog alive to try to read your lips. His hands were craving the touch of your hips and the situation was starting to become frustrating. The more his rival made you laugh, the more uneasy Remus would get.
He tried to stop his feet from going over there and pushing the guy far from your face, but sooner than he could realize, he found himself getting up from the sofa abruptly. Looks from his friends were redirected to him, but he payed no attention to that, his mind was focused on your silky hair framing your smile. Each step towards the kitchen made Remusâ blood pump harsh through his body, his breathing was deep, and the sound of your laugh made him shudder with pleasure.Â
âAnd so, I told him: no, we donât make brââ the adrenaline planted Remus sharply in front of you making the guy stop his sentence. You turned to see him with hazy eyes and a dumb smile.
âOh! hey Remmy, this isââÂ
Remus grabbed your arm and pulled you near him so his lips could catch yours swiftly. A little surprised scream emanated from your throat, but Remusâ tongue silenced it; you got out of your initial shock, relaxed in his arms and dwelled into his passionate, warm kiss.
You were so immersed in your boyfriend that you didnât even hear the guyâs uncomfortable cough; Remus smiled to himself and surrounded your shoulders with his arms in response. Provocative 'oohs' came from outside the kitchen, probably from Sirius and Marlene, but Remus turned a deaf ear and opted to slightly support your back on the counter.
The sound of steps getting further away announced the retirement of the man talking to you minutes before. Remus slowly separated from you to look into your eyes, they were shiny and semi-closed, a reflection of your drunk state.
"You are coming with me now, miss. No more laughing at other guy's jokes" he kissed the tip of her nose.
You rolled your eyes and giggled because you had no idea what he was talking about, you were just making fun of this guy's ridiculous stories!
hiii, i found your account a few days ago and iâm obsessed with your writing. iâve never read something with such captivating choice of words and so perfectly planned out. itâs not often that i find writers who actually write about professor!remus so iâm really glad i found you. donât get me wrong, i absolutely love your smut but i was wondering if you could do some professor!remus fluff as well.
again, your writing is absolutely amazing so iâd be happy even if you didnât do my request bc iâm sure youâd be able to do something else on your own accord and itâd still be amazing !
omg you are so sweet! thank you so much for your words, it really means a lot to me to know that people actually enjoy what I write :) I'm always more inclined to angst and smut, but if I ever have a nice idea for a fluffy fic believe I will write it in your honor anon <3
tw: suggestive content, angst, difficult relationship with food.
word count: 1.3k
a/n: hi, i've been thinking a lot about sad Remus this fall so I wrote this small sad thing, hope you like it! Italics are flashbacks btw hehe.
The cold yellow liquid stares back at the sad looking witch threateningly, she has to take a sip to be able to chug it all in. But itâs hard. The smell reminds her of warm afternoons and big hands under the covers. Now itâs the middle of November, the wind throws the rain against the window violently, and the big empty table Siriusâ bought for Christmas makes her shiver. You could see the tiredness in her face, her long eyelashes have been dropping uncontrollably since it started getting dark at 16.00, and the only thing that would cure her fatigue is theine. She is sure of that. It had worked before, that same spring in fact. âThe taste must be shitâ, she thought; she had never had to prepare her own tea.Â
âOne or two spoons of sugar for the lady?â Remus yells from the kitchen.
âWhatever, I donât mindâ she can hear him chuckle from the distance.
She rubs her feet back and forth against the coach under the blanket Remus covered her naked body with, trying to keep his heat. The smell of lemon and ginger lingers in the air creating a path from the kitchen to the living room. He appears with two mismatched mugs on each hand giving off a thin line of fume. He offers one to her and reaches the lamp to bring some light into the opaque room. She takes a sip of the tea while making space for Remus to seat.
âHow is it then?âÂ
âPerfect,â they look at each other with knowing smiles.
A bang on the window brings her back, a branch hit the damaged wooden end of the louvre. Her shaky hand takes a hold of the discolored mug and brings it to her lips. The contact of the cold glass against her pale lips makes her stomach drop, he would have never let her drink cold tea.
âOh, you are here!â Mollyâs voice startles the witch. âIâm so happy you decided to come out, love. We have missed you in dinner time.â
Y/n turns around to gift her a painful smile of gratitude; Molly is always calm and patient with her. They all secretly know she isnât ok; they know something happened, but they donât know exactly what.Â
âYeah, Iâm sorry. Iâve been reading a lot, itâs hard to stop once you start,â she chuckles.
âI see,â Molly approaches to the chair next to hers and sits, âyou know that if you want to talk, Iâm all ears. Iâm here for you if you need me.â
âIâm fine,â she replies with her best smile, ignoring Mollyâs implication.
âWell, thatâs good,â she pats her shoulder twice and squeezes the skin once. âIâm happy to see you drink your tea.â
Molly takes out a chocolate frog from her pocket and puts it in front of her in the dark mahogany table. She pinches her arm lovingly before leaving the dining room, signaling Y/n to eat. She stares at the chocolate frog and with a big sigh takes it out of the envelope. She stares at the funny looking sweet, the frog decides not to move or try to escape from her hold, like it knows she needs it more than it needs freedom from being eaten. Even though her hands are not warm, the chocolate starts to melt in her fingertips.
âCome here,â Y/n starts moving her hand rapidly avoiding Remusâ grasp.Â
âWhy?â she laughs at his serious expression.
âYou have chocolate in your hand,â he finally takes a hold of her wrist.
âNo, I donât!â
âYes, look, here,â he points to a brown stain on the side of her hand. Her laugh rumbles against the walls of the coffee room while he tries to lick the chocolate off.
âItâs a beauty spot, Remus!â she says between laughs. Surprised, Remus checks the mole again only to encounter it there, still as it was before.
âItâs delicious anyway,â he brings her hand to his mouth once again, sucking on the soft flesh.
She puts the whole frog in her mouth and chews it just the necessary number of times not to choke. She licks her stained fingers rapidly and cleans the saliva off on her jeans. Tears threaten to escape her eyes and she starts to feel angry. Angry towards her weakness and vulnerability; just the thought of him still makes her want to crawl out of her skin and find solace in his. But she canât, not anymore. He made sure of leaving that pretty clear.Â
The door opens again, but she doesnât turn around to see who it is. She can hear the steps directing towards the kitchen, and as soon as a soft scent of books and whisky envelops her, she knows itâs him. âHe didnât even say helloâ. The big red ball of rage shoots up to her throat and she wishes to be dead.Â
Looking up to the fancy chandelier, she makes the tears disappear and grabs the mug with determination; she chugs the liquid as fast as she can, knowing through her peripheral vision that he is looking from the side. The aftertaste hits her a million times on the cheek with memories of the man in the kitchen, before he became a painful and scary thought. She canât avoid a grunt escaping her throat when she puts the mug down; it was a disgusting flavor that filled her mouth. The tea was not sweet, just bitter, a bit watery and way too concentrated for her likeness. She wanted to puke.
âCome on. All out, loveâ Remus rubs her back soothingly trying to encourage the witch to empty her stomach.Â
âIâm never drinking again.â
âYeah, we all say thatâ he takes a hold of her hair just in case it falls over the rim of the seat.
âI mean it.â She takes her head out of the toilet and looks at him with a runny nose and puppy eyes, âFrom now on, itâs only your tea and nothing else.â
âReally? Nothing else at all?â he looks at her cheeky while cleaning the side of her mouth with some toilet paper.
âWell, maybe if you cum on my mouth I'll drink that too, but thatâs it.â She sniffs before laughing at his fake scandalized expression while he helps her get up to finally take her home.
Two big hands rest on her shoulders and she knows is her turn to say something. She hid in her room for more than a month and a half and didnât open the door to anyone, only Sirius. They hadnât discussed the fight, but she knows there is nothing left to say, he doesnât want her anymore and he has a right to make that woeful decision. It was a matter of time: he is older, wiser, and emotionally unavailable, and she is just a young woman discovering love. It was never going to work.
âDonât touch me, pleaseâ he removes his hands from her shoulders slowly.Â
She stands from her seat and grabs the empty mug. Without turning around to see him, she goes straight to the sink in the kitchen and turns on the hot water. She washes the glass manually, shushing her frustration under the sweltering water. He supports his weight in the counter next to the sink, watching her suffer without showing any expression. He knows she is hurting, he wants to force her hands out of the steaming water, but she asked him not to touch her.
âYou are never going to talk to me? Is that how itâs going to be now?â he looks for her eyes, she doesnât indulge.
âNo, I need to know how much sugar you used to put in my teaâ she closes the faucet and turns to look at him.
âTwo spoons.â
âThanks.â
She turns her body to the left, a sign to leave this excruciating encounter. He raises his hand in the air, to make her stop, almost touching her hip. She sighs and pushes his arm with delicacy. There is no other exchange of looks or words; she leaves, and he stays. They both feel like their stomachs are being kicked by the most horrible, naughty goblin. She will never drink tea and he will never receive her love and affection again. Teatime and love have been ruined, forever.Â
summary: reader is worried that the window is open.
tw: just full on smut (+18)
word count: 884
a/n: hi! long time no see, january and february have been HELL, but listening to Lover, you should've come over by Jeff Buckley i got this image in my head of a situation with Remus and i wrote it on the bus <3 You guys should really listen to that song, it's so beautiful, i feel like Remus would have loved it.
p.s: i'm still working on three larger projects, i just don't have time to sit and write :( i will post them as soon as they're finished!
Lonely is the room, the bed is made
The open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams
He had you with him
In the small humid room, in the comfort of a cornered, recently unmade bed, two lovers exchanged words filled with passion and little regret in a sensual dance. The whole stay was lightened by a single candle on the wooden dresser; it dripped wax sparingly on the small shell that guarded Y/n's long earings and violet plastic ring. The red silk dress on the floor casually floated making abstract figures on the air thanks to the semi open window in the back of the room.
Remus tried to turn on his back without leaving Y/n's warm insides, but he found it inevitable as he grabbed her by the waist and raised from his position. Putting a pillow behind him, he laid against the metal headboard, admiring her eagerness to feel him close.
Grabbing the side of his face and coming close to him, Y/n stood on her knees looking at the man's scarred face from above. His big hands enveloped the circunference of her waist bringing her belly button close to his mouth. Trying to mantain his sight on her piercing eyes, Remus started kissing her whole abdomen. His left hand deviated to the curve of her bum, squeezing it harshly to the extent his middle finger brushed softly against her wet core, making the girl shiver. The intensity of it all pushed her to hold onto Remus' hair, disheveling his slicked back, grey-splashed hair more.
He tried bringing her down by pushing her with his biceps around her, thristy to savor her breasts again. Y/n granted his wish with a moan and cuddled Remus into her chest. Sucking one of her tits, Remus' skin crawled as a gutural moan escaped from Y/n's throat. Trying to calm down the numbing heat on her centre she lowered herself, until tumbling upon his hard cock; she started to sneakily grind on it, trying to win Remus' attention on that spot.
Biting and licking her neck in an attempt to bruise it, Remus pumped his cock twice before aligning it with her wetness. She desperately settled down, welcoming him into her. Both lovers sighed in pleasure; Y/n didn't waste time and started to move her hips making his tip brush against her g-spot. Remus' low moans were muffled by the skin of Y/n's collarbone and she happily surrounded him with weak arms, trying to put her weight on his shoulders.
As Y/n increased the intensity of her movements, Remus felt the urge to feel her lips on his, so he lifted vaguely his face begging with his eyes for a taste. Y/n complied and passed her sweet tongue by the opening of his mouth, licking his dry lips. Remus raised his hips at the action and grabbed the back of her head franctic, closing the gap between them and kissing her thoroughly.
Y/n supported on the metal bar of the heaboard with force and separated from his lips to press his chest to hers, in order to start making lazy up-and-down movements. Remus brought his kisses to her shoulder and helped her move on him deftly with both of his hands glued to her backside. With eyes narrowed from pleasure, Y/n looked across the room.
"Remus," she interrumpted herself with a moan by how deep she had gone "the window... it's open" she pinched softly the back of his neck with her free hand.
"I know, it's fine" he answered with a laboured breath.
"No," Remus broke her sentence with a strategic lift of his hips that made her roll her eyes.
"Are you afraid someone will see, mm?" he separated their flushed bodies to look into her face. He momentarily shifted his line of sight to where they were connected.
"No, it's not that" she attached her body to his again, missing the warmth Remus' chest irradiated "It's raining" she whispered close to his forehead.
"Yeah, I know. I can smell it" Y/n took a deep breath and was welcomed by the rich, earthy smell of rain.
"The floor will get wet if we don't close the window" she reasoned stopping her movements and sitting up to lean back and look at him.
Remus grabbed a strand of hair and tucked it behind her ear uncovering a small amount of baby hairs sticking to the start of her forehead from sweat. He smiled at the look of her flushed face; she exuded such preoccupation for the floor getting wet that he thought she completely forgot that he was literally inside her. Remus couldn't help the urge to look down and find a mixture of their wetness on his mound of hair and her outer labia.
"Let it get wet, love" he felt her pussy spasm around him "we'll clean it later."
Remus snuck his hand behind her neck, massaging her nape lightly, and brought her face to his with delicacy. He looked into her eyes a second before closing his to lay a ghost kiss on her nose, and then lips. She smiled and returned the kiss, moving her hands to both of his shoulders. Breathing the scent the rain lingered, Y/n started moving again, very subtly. Remus rejoiced in Y/n's moans and sighs for the rest of the night; accompanied by the pattering of the raindrops ruining the hardwood floor, and that red silk dress.
I have an idea for a blurb 𼰠Getting matching haircuts with Remus 𼺠I just got a pixie cut and I absolutely love it 𼺠Much love bestie, stay safe đŤ
âblurb !
DESCRIPTION â matching haircuts with rem <3
PAIRING â remus x reader
for nonnie, i hope you like it <3
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"couple's tattoos are still a viable option." remus jokes, watching the barber cut your hair.
you smile, "but a matching haircut is so much better."
the idea was truly spur of the moment. you had been watching remus get his haircut, and decided you wanted one tooâ the exact same one.
hair now covered the floor around the barber chair and you smiled at the nearly finished product.
"it's cute on youâ better than it looks on me." remus says, toying with his sweater sleeve.
you roll your eyes, "a lie."
behind you the barber chuckles, running product through your tresses.
remus eyes light up as the hair is styled and you're anxious to see the final product.
with a quick twirl of the chair, you come face to face with the mirror. you stare at yourself, happy and in awe.
remus leans his head beside yours, staring at the matching haircuts.
"i say we make one lovely couple, how about you?" he winks.
Femme fatale | Professor!Remus x student!fem!reader
summary: Remus is crazy about his student; but she likes playing too much.
tw: smut (+18), toxic relationship, (legal) age gap, unfaithfulness, brokenhearted remus, mean/insensitive reader, mentions of violence, i think that's it.
word count: 7k
a/n: hi, again! this one took a long time to write an edit so sorry for that, im in exams and im a mess! this one is kind of sad, but i just wanted to give it a touch of drama and create a mean, incomprehensible protagonist. If you guys like this i could make a version from the reader's pov; since this one is on remus' pov. thank you so much to those who read my work, makes me really happy :)
p.s: i was inspired by the song femme fatale by the velvet underground; i might do a series of imagines inspired on songs!
Turning the corner on that corridor I never imagined witnessing what I was facing. There was she, wearing her devilish smirk, playing with a classmateâs tie, giving him the eyes she gave to me last night while laying underneath me, breathless.
There was not much I could do other than to hold my briefcase with anger and take deep breaths; I couldnât allow myself to make a scene. Trying to ignore her sweet fragrance, I passed by her side. She followed me with her eyes pretending to listen to what the boy was telling her. For a fraction of a second, I turned to face her and there I saw it: the excitement in her eyes. She was thrilled, just thrilled to make my blood boil at the sight of her flirting with some pubescent. I let a grunt escape, making my upper lip twitch in disgust, which made her smile grow, and I kept walking alternating the grip on my briefcase.
I spent the rest of the day thinking about the punishment she would get when she came to my door with faked innocence. That was she was looking for, right? All our encounters until now have been sweet and, yes, filled with passion, but this was her way of telling me she wanted to be bent over my desk and fucked mercilessly until her release drips down her thighs, isnât it? Silly me, I couldnât be more mistaken. Trying to decipher womenâs thoughts behind their actions was never my strong suit. When she came by my office quite late, she stood in front of me with her hands behind her and a smile.
âHi, professor.â I didnât answer, just looked at her with crossed arms. She approached me behind my chair, ignoring my defensive stand, and rubbed my shoulders. âYou seem tense, want to take a bath upstairs?â
That caught me off guard. After placing a sweet kiss on my cheek, she took my hand and I succumbed to her deceits. While I checked the temperature of the water, I thought about ways of showing my discontent with her previous actions, but when I turned around and saw her fully naked with strands of hair decorating her factions accordingly and leaning against the door frame, my mind went blank. Her skin just looked so soft that my hands acted like magnets to it; she smiled content and, in my daze, undressed me and guided me to the bathtub. I couldnât punish such face. I did everything she begged me to that night in the shelter of bubbles and warm water and, I didnât even stop there; I kissed her delicate sex until late in the early morning without caring about her wet hair on my pillow.
She behaved well that next week, made me even doubt about what I saw that day in the corridor. Maybe she was just fixing a friendâs tie and my protective self interpreted the whole situation as something it was not. Anyways, she never really looked to me like the type of girl who would make mischief just to receive a couple of spanks; she didnât even have the looks of a girl that would like to be spanked. She wasnât perfect either, thatâs true. As her professor, I discovered she could be a bit sluggish and disorganized with academic duties; lucky for her, she was a pretty smart witch, she didnât really need to study to have good marks. But even with those flaws, I was determined to believe she wasnât malicious or naughty. If people were to know about us, I bet they would think âwhy is this man, lover of literature and knowledge, so infatuated with such a silly, careless girl?â. Well, to me, we are a perfect match; I give her the calm, she gives me the storm. I think we all need some trouble in our lives, and I do believe she was made to drive me crazy is the weirdest way possible.
Everything was fine, just like before. My Y/n kept me company most nights, letting me make sweet love to her, and I never caught her making any other lad laugh with her charms. Everything was fine. Or so I thought. One afternoon, supervising the teamwork activity I assigned the students for the lesson, with my refined sense of hearing, I caught one of Y/nâs housemates gossiping with other friend about her behavior last Friday. Allegedly, my Y/n drunkenly snogged a certain âCormacâ in front of everyone. My heart dropped to my feet, and I interrupted the conversation as fast as I could dismissing the students; I didnât want to know anything else. Imagining the girl I gave my heart to every night kissing other lad infuriated me and made me feel humiliated, even if our romance was being kept between us.
That night I decided to reunite all my strength to confront her. She barged into my office without looking at me and started getting comfortable with a big handbag in hand. I leaned on my desk with crossed arms trying to regain some power and show confidence and examined her every move.
ââEllo, Rem. Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight? The girls agreed to study until late and wonât let me sleepâ seeing she wasnât getting any response from me, she turned to look at me âis everything alright, love?â she said with furrowed eyebrows. I took a deep breath.
âWhat did you do on Friday, Y/n?â
âI went to a party in the Gryffindor common room. Why? I think I told you I was goingâ
âDid anything happen in that party that you want to tell me about?â
âNo⌠I mean, I had a great time, but thatâs it. Thereâs nothing to confessâ she bit her lip giving me big doe eyes.
âYou didnât kiss anyone in that party?â I couldnât keep my eyes on her anymore, so I looked at my worn-out shoes while asking her that.
âYou know I wouldnât kiss anyone that isnât you, Rem. You are the only man I have my eyes onâ she walked up to me looking for my eyes. After giving me a soft, dangerous smile, she put her hand where my heart was, lowering it slowly and detangling my arms until it reached my belt âdo you think I would do the things I do to you to other lads? They are nothing compared to you, Remmyâ her hand fell in my crotch. I got an instant erection; she was the only woman who had ever had that effect on me. âWanna see a view thatâs only yours?â she muttered against my lips. I nodded.
She got on her knees and, with eyes full of lust, unbuttoned my dress pants very slowly, caressing my thighs while pulling them down. With open mouth kisses she wetted the low part of my briefs until she got to the top sticking out her tongue and straight up licking the outline of my cock. I entangled my hand on her hair and gave it a tug firmly, just not enough to hurt her; she was delighted by the invasion. Quickly she pulled down my briefs and changed the placement of her hands: one between her legs, hidden under her skirt, the other massaging my testicles. Looking straight into my eyes, she rubbed her face with my length the way cats butt their heads at you when they like you, leaving small kisses here and there. She started giving me short kitten licks and I thought âshe is going to kill meâ. When she took my red, pre-cum filled, tip between her lips and started sucking it just like I taught her, I couldnât do anything but express my satisfaction.
âBloody âell. Youâre so good to me,â she started going further on my cock and I could faintly hear how wet she was from her fingers âyouâre mine darling. Yeah, thatâs it, keep doing that⌠my sweet, sweet girlâ she creased her eyebrows at me with half-lidded eyes and the attempt of a smile. She on her knees, sucking me off; she convinced me that view was for my eyes, and my eyes only.
Now is when I realize it was all a mistake, I shouldnât have trusted her. but I couldnât help it. She had a spell on me, and I was willing to do anything for her, I might still do. The next morning, seeing her walk into the Great Hall by the hand with a Hufflepuff senior wrecked me. She knew I saw her, she looked right back at me and winked. She was playing a game, and I was her clown. She spent the whole breakfast hanged from that young manâs arm, laughing like he was just telling the funniest joke ever. I went straight to my headquarters after breakfast; luckily, I had two free periods before my classes.
I used that time to really examine myself in the mirror. I was starting to get small lines in the corners of my eyes and my forehead; from my hairline some grey hairs were starting to appear, and I had purple eyebags decorating my fair skin. I had plenty scars all around my face, being the deepest ones, the one on my left cheek and across my lip. I considered myself tall and I did have broad shoulders, maybe not so big biceps. I noticed how hairy I was, most likely a secondary werewolf characteristic; rolling up my sleeves and unbuttoning my shirt I witnessed how bushy my arms and chest were; my torso was filled with gaps of wounds and the skin of my hands was rough. It was understandable she only wanted this in the deep of night, I found it logical she looked for other boys with less problems and scars. She was beautiful, she didnât deserve something like me. It was clearly not her fault, I was the monster here, not she.
That afternoon, when it was time to teach the 7th year students the practical effects of one of the Unforgivable Curses, she behaved terribly. The constant chattering and dumb questions made me very annoyed; I ended up giving her detention after class. Why was she acting like this so suddenly? Yes, she has messed with me previously, just to rile me up and give me a little push to pull her hair later in the bedroom; but this time was different, she was trying to piss me off, for real. When the lesson was over, she came to sit in my desk playfully, like she hadnât bothered the entire class for the last hour and a half.
âSo⌠whatâs the punishment, professor?â she opened her legs slightly with a mischievous look.
I ignored her, grabbing some parchment, a quill and ink and placing them in the nearest desk to my area of work. When I turned around, she hadnât gotten up from the escritoire. I took her by the arm and forced her to stand up, making her wince.
âI want you to write one hundred times âI shall not disturb the class, again.â. Only then, you can leave for dinerâ I let her go and sat in my chair to mark the 3rd yearâs essays, completely ignoring her strange look.
After a few minutes, when I guessed she figured out I was being serious, she slowly walked over to her desk to sit down and start working. We stayed there in silence, each one doing their work. Just as the sun stopped piercing the windows and the skies became purple, she raised dragging the chair with violence and placed her parchment with force on my desk with a huff. Without looking anywhere near me, she collected her things and left the classroom slamming the door shut. I knew she would be crossed about it; she was really used to get anything from me with just a pout and a lingering touch. But I couldnât let her do that anymore, not if she was going to play dirty.
I truly thought our romance was over after that. At diner time she ignored my glances and for the next weeks I spotted her leaning against a pillar, playing with some boyâs hair and giving him an occasional kiss in the corner of their lips. She avoided making questions in class and always started picking up early to be the first one to abandon the lesson. That full moon was tough; Severus forgot to give me the monthly dose of Wolfsbane, and I had to go into the depths of the Forbidden Forest so no one could hear the yells of pain and profanities I spitted out when I felt every bone of my body break and reorganize into my lycanthrope figure. My physical and emotional weakness made me miss the next two days of class and I think it was my sudden absence that brought her back with false preoccupation. She knocked on my bedroom door, late at night.
âRemus, itâs me, please let me in. I know youâre hurtâ she said with her lips pressed on the wood while knocking faintly. I made her wait a bit while I got out of the shower and put some trousers and an undershirt, she kept knocking and luring me with sweet words to open the door.
âIâm fine, Y/n. Do me a favour and leave before a professor sees you in the corridorâ I told her barely opening the door.
âNo, youâre still bleeding. Let me inâ she looked at the opening next to my eyebrow with concern. Once she sensed I eased my grip on the door, she pushed it and closed it behind her. âI forgot this week was the full moon, I heard you the other night howl from my dorm; I had the window openâ I could see the pity in her eyes; she felt bad for ignoring me.
âItâs ok, Iâm ok. Donât need you to take care of me, Iâve cured almost every wound. I really think you should return to your dormitoryâ I turned my back on her to clean the deep scratch on the side of my face.
âIâve missed you, Remâ she came behind me very softly and caressed my aching back with a soothing motion. She planted a kiss on my partially covered shoulder blade and proceeded to lay her face on it. I just sighed; fighting the urge to hold her was so difficult for me, I really wanted to forget the past weeks and just be in her arms.
At my silence, she turned me around and stood on tip toe to plant a kiss in my motionless lips. She put two more kisses, each one wetter than the other. My lips didnât respond to her, I just admired her subtle actions. After the fourth kiss she grabbed my hand and made it enclose her waist so our bodies could get closer.
âY/n, please leave. I donât have the strength right now so, please, leave.â I begged her pathetic.
âJust donât think. Youâre always thinking too much. Lay down in the bed and let me take care of youâ she gave me a real kiss this time; I had no other option than to respond to it.
Somehow, I let her lead me to my bed and, before even realizing it, she was taking off every piece of clothing she had on in front of me. First, she took off her shoes, leaving her bobbysocks on. She brought her hands to the zipper of her jeans and while pulling it down I managed to spot her baby blue knickers with the word âTuesdayâ embroidered on the front; she grabbed her jeans and undies and pulled them altogether revealing to me her sex and silky, long legs. She quickly discarded her long-sleeved shirt, which hid her braless torso; her breasts were bigger, not much, but enough for me to notice. She was probably close to starting her menstrual cycle. She put her hair in a messy ponytail and sat at the feet of the bed with open legs starting to spread herself with some saliva; she knew how much I liked watching her. The pressure in my trousers drew my hand to my erection and drowned by the sound of her shushed moans, I forgot I was mad at her.
When her cheeks got hot and her forehead sticky, she stopped touching herself and crawled my body carefully, knowing I was still hurting from the transformation. Kneading her wet cunt on the hand that was above my crotch, she kissed my cheeks following a trail down to my collarbone. I turned my hand up and moistened my fingers on her, trying to find her clitoris; once I found it, I started making circular motions on it which deconcentrated her, making her forget the kisses and using her mouth only for sighing.
âI want to ride you, Remus. âPromise Iâll be gentleâ she pushed my hand off and straightened her back to take off my trousers and expose my hardened cock.
After spreading my precum all over my length, she settled right above it, using one hand to spread her folds and the other to keep my member aligned with her centre. She forced my tip inside of her too fast, making her body stiffen.
âSlowly,â I stopped her pinching the flesh of her waist âI donât want you to hurt yourselfâ she looked at me grateful.
She listened to me and started making shallow up and down motions to get used to the feeling of me. Each time she went down a bit farther and I was delighted to be able to see clearly how her wetness left proof of its passage in my member. When she was mere centimeters away to swallowing me completely, she stopped supporting herself with one hand on my chest.
âI canât go further; it doesnât fit all the wayâ she complained breathless.
âIt has fit before, love. Iâm sure itâll fit this time tooâ tempting her hips to move from front to back she managed to fit me all the way inside her; not without uncomfortably huffing.
My left hand moved like a snake drinking all the sweat in her stomach, ribs, and sternum; finally fondling her tits, the itch of slapping them came with force to my head, but I limited to just holding onto them, afraid I were to hurt her. Without shame she pierced me with her eyes while starting to move in an increasing pace. Small breaths of air clogged in her throat every time she pulled her hips back, and her eyebrows started to look for each other gradually. I grabbed the side of her face with my right hand, setting her hips free, and, when she leaned her head into it, I parted her lips with my thumb intruding inside her mouth and pressing it against her tongue. She immediately started sucking my finger mimicking the way her pussy felt on my cock. Thrilled by my intrusion, she elevated her hips a bit making a repetitive, wet sound to echo through the room.
âThatâs it, Y/n. Do you like taking care of me, uh? Do you like being on top?â she nodded in a desperate manner with a grimace painted on her face. âDid you really miss me?â she slowed her pace to grind sensually on me and removed her hand off my covered chest to take out my thumb off her mouth.
âYes, I did. I r-really missed you, professorâ she said in a dazed state coming closer to me. Her nipples got hard from grazing on the fabric of my undershirt, and she put her face so close to mine, I could only breathe her air.
âWhat am I going to do with you?â I said, mostly to myself, when she left a damp smooch in the end of my moustache.
Sitting back up, she used her knees to bounce on me trying not to impact harshly on my still sore body. I rooted my elbows on my sides and offered my hands for her to support herself on; she pressed her palms to mine, relieving some weight off her knee joints. She would let escape occasional rumbles from deep inside her that made me roll my eyes in content; she was so authentic with her actions and had no shame at all to show her pleasure, so much so that my shy self hid in her shadow every single bloody time.
When her legs started to burn, she let go my hands and laid back to pass the weight to her arms, now on each side of my legs; she placed her feet flat on the bed parading her white socks and started to move making visible the outline of my cock in her lower stomach. In this position, she gave me best view: I could see her expressive frowns, the drops of sweat coming from her forehead to bunch in the middle of her breasts and the happy trail from her belly button to the damp area where our centres met. I knew I wasnât going to last any longer, I had held out enough for my weakened state.
âLove, Iâm about to cumâ I warned her grabbing her ankles on my sides with eyes shut âI canât hold on any longerâ
âCum, Remus. C-cum fâ meâ she replied moving eager.
She fluttered around me, and I came inside her with a loud moan that came directly from my core. Still gripping her ankles, I opened my eyes when I didnât feel her slow down; the image of Y/n with semen spilling out of her while touching her clit and moving on my cock filled me with a desire that made me climax again, this time in sync with her. With an excited, short scream she seized my thigh and came forcing herself all the way in. Exhausted, she sat on my lap and joined her trembling knees covering her sweaty face; the only thing in my field of view was her cunt, all moist and drowned on both of our releases leaking down to the base of my cock. I pulled out of her and extended my arm to grab my wand; I would usually take the time to clean her up without magic, wanting to enjoy those next moments after lovemaking the most I could, but tonight, I was too worn out.
âI got it.â she stretched her arm and passed me the wand. Once I conjured a cleaning spell for the both of us and contraceptive one for her, she moved her naked figure to the spot next to mine in the mattress. I got up with an aching body from the bed to look for my nightclothes and something for her to sleep on. âYou are a very handsome man; did you know that?â she said observing my every move.
I didnât answer her; a cynic laugh slipped out of my mouth. âWhy do you laugh? You donât believe me?â she said while I passed her one of my old jumpers to wear.
âI believe your beauty is beyond any explanation any erudite could try to express in simple, mundane words. Thatâs what I believeâ she smiled flattered and said nothing else.
That night she slept curled into my warmth. She looked so peaceful, so naĂŻve under the protection of my arms. I fell asleep on a cloud, with the floral essence of her hair invading my face; but I woke up in a cold, empty bed. She left no sign of being there last night, not even a note with a goodbye. I decided to ignore that last night only meant something to the concupiscible side of her. At this point I didnât even know if it had meant something more to me; I had found myself following her commands numb, without questioning their reasoning. Maybe I was just bewitched by her; maybe I didnât truly love her, but I would have still done anything for an ounce of her attention and care.
The next day, after class, she came by my office and shared a cup of tea with me. She, sitting in my lap and telling me about her day with a special gentleness shocked me in the best way possible. She ate all the pastries I offered her and installed herself next to me to do homework while I marked exams. We shared that afternoon sweetly talking from time to time when she asked for help with an activity or when I needed her to move to grab a new pot of ink from my drawer. She kissed me off goodbye leaving a heat crawling on my back and, for the first time ever, burning cheeks.
Everything was alright again; I managed to erase all those ugly thoughts of me being meaningless to her and she didnât prove me wrong. She was being an angel to me. For once, she looked for my company outside the bedroom and I found myself combing my hair and trimming my moustache for supervising Hogsmeade visits, looking forward to secret dates. I was under the impression she only had eyes for me and that those silly games of making each other mad stopped; she was serious about us, about me.
Exam season came along and as expected, she stopped coming along my office for tea or a good chat. After class, she would stay a couple of minutes telling me about all the assignments she had to turn in and I could see she was stressed, being the eyebags the main indicator; she never liked to stay up until late, studying that is. I always tried to cheer her up with the reminder that this hell would only last two more weeks, and that, since it was her last year, she wouldnât have to endure it anymore. Checking the noise outside the closed classroom, I would sometimes be risky and give her an encouraging kiss in the lips, silently promising her anything she wanted if she was a good girl and kept studying.
I was so proud of her. Only days away from taking her last exam she came to me excited to show me the results of her firsts tests and assignments; Outstanding in every single one of them âincluding mine; in my defense, she just slipped up mistaking the spell to kill a Lethifold. I congratulated her and promised to treat her to a dinner and âspecial nightâ in my headquarters after her last examination for her efforts. She hugged me excited, and I couldnât wait for exams to end to be happy with her again.
I was determined to reward her for her academic achievement; she really had worked hard for it. Since I finished marking all my studentâs works and exams, I spent three days organizing papers and rubbish in my office and start cleaning every dust-covered surface so I could use it as diner. I changed the bed covers upstairs and put a painted vessel filled with wildflowers in the night table on her side; the room filled with a spectacular floral scent, almost like hers. We agreed the night before that, after her exam, she was going to head to the dorms to have a nap and get ready, so we would meet at 8.00 p.m. in the door of my classroom. That morning, in a quick trip to Hogsmeade, I bought different candles to decorate my office, and a new cologne, as well as a new button up corduroy shirt. With help of the kitchen elves, I manage to make a small, discrete meal for two of us and the last arrangements of the night took me the whole day; reason for which I didnât see her at any time.
I was understandably nervous. I was going to ask her if she wanted to join me this summer âluckily, if she wanted, also for the rest of our yearsâ in my small cottage house once she graduated. I wanted to see her wear my old t-shirts every morning, wanted to make tea for her in the afternoons, read her stories in front of my fireplace and kiss her neck while admiring the sunset from my bedroom window. I had found in her something no other woman couldâve ever give, and that was excitement. Yes, it was not always the nice type of excitement, but who cares? It was still a reason to look forward to life.
Some people love pain because they say it makes them feel alive; I despise pain. The suffering I endure every single moment of my life because of my lycanthrope condition doesnât make me feel alive; the love and warmth she makes grow in me does. So, I was determined to not let that go, that little fire in my chest that made my limbs tingle every time I saw her.
The night fell upon Hogwarts, and I got everything ready. I cleared my desk from all boring documents and papers left and used it as a dining table. I borrowed fine silverware and plates from the kitchens and lit the room with long candles; in the middle of the table I set, between our glasses, a beautiful red rose I picked from the inside gardens of the castle and a small dark chocolate bar as a present for her. Seeing I had only 15 minutes to get ready, I ran to my headquarters and took a short shower. Leaving the steamy bathroom behind, I trimmed rapidly my moustache and changed my clothes; finally, I sprayed my new cologne just below my jawline, knowing how much she loves to stick her lips on that spot. Excited, I went downstairs and, after making sure everything in my office was in order, I went to open my classroom door, to receive her seductive smile. But there was no one there; the torches along the hall showed no shadows but mine and I waited for a couple of minutes in the cold hall in case she was a bit late.
After 20 minutes I went inside the classroom, it was far too cold for me to wait for her outside. I entertained myself with the books on the studentâs bookshelf, counting the covers of each copy to make sure every student had left theirs in the class. I was not worried that she was late; it was no strange that she was. She probably stayed discussing answers with their classmates and started getting ready late; maybe she just couldnât find a dress or skirt she think Iâd like; or perhaps, she was trying to come up with an excuse to give her dorm friends of why she wasnât attending the end-of-class party. All of those were very tangible options, so I didnât worry about her not being on time. Anyways, she knew I would have waited for her for how long was needed.
An hour and a half later, I had counted all the copies from every textbook my students left, and I had even arranged all the papers in my class drawers. A bit upset, I decided to go upstairs and wait for her there; I donât think she was going to get lost in the way up. In my office, the wax of the candles started to melt and congest in their respective surfaces and the food was most likely cold âthank Merlin for heating spells! I looked around the office to check once again everything was clean and in order. I played a bit with my record player, changing the music every two songs, and then and got distracted arranging the top row of my private bookshelf by alphabetical order.
Two hours and a half had passed already; I started to think that she possibly forgot we had planned a diner, and she only remembered the bedroom part. Her friends could have been holding her back in her House party. I imagined her in the most beautiful dress dancing with some disgusting horny teen to distract her girlfriends and fleet the party as soon as possible and I wanted to vomit. I shook my head to erase those thoughts from my head and arranged the rest of my bookshelf.
Trying to entertain myself, I went to check the room. Everything was still, except for the curtain that waved along the soft wind. The candles left the bedroom dimly lit, and with an uneasiness weighting on my stomach, I went to smell the wildflowers on Y/nâs bedside. When I lowered myself next to the bed, the idea of her falling asleep longer than she was supposed to hit me. It made perfect sense! She had always loved sleeping, and it wouldnât have been unusual that she had felt the need to have a longer nap after all the sleepless nights studying. I could use the excuse of her forgetting a book in my class to wait for a student to enter or leave her Common Room and have her called outside âor should I say wake her up?â It was a perfect plan!
I checked the clock, 11.15 p.m; she would probably still be hungry, right? I put on a light jacket and grabbed a thin book from my nightstand. Tonight, all halls were deserted; Hogwarts professors knew the older kids would be making parties in their Common Rooms and, for once, we would let them without intervening o patrolling the stays. After all, they deserved a proper celebration since Hogwarts only offered a Graduation diner the day before leaving the castle. Each step up towards her Common Room, I could hear more clearly the beat of the music and in the corridor, I found shameless couples of my own students snogging up against the walls, not even acknowledging my presence.
My mocking smile erased in a second and I could feel ice growing from the middle of my chest to my throat, which closed and stopped my breathing when I saw her. Her legs were entangled with some other silkier than mine; the fabric of their dresses mixed in a confusing dance and the part of their face the moonlight illuminated, showed me their exchange of lip-gloss. Y/n was grabbing her head like I used to do to show dominance and this blonde girl, which I couldnât recognize, had her hand clutched to her thigh, up her skirt. They kissed so desperately I could hear the pants from my stance and, lowering my sight, I caught Y/n rutting her hips towards hers, looking for friction.
I never thought I had to worry about girls too, she never told me so. My eyes filled with tears caused by rage; she really thought I was that stupid? I accidently left the book slip from my hand, making it hit the floor stridently. She turned startled and let her hands fall to her sides when she saw me, like she just got caught; like a child with dirty hands trying to claim their innocence in front of the mess theyâve created. I burned her with my eyes and turned around slowly ignoring the few stares I received from the couples hidden in the dark and trying to keep composure in front of my ex-students.
After turning the corner to go down the stairs, I heard the clatter of her heels in the cold stone floor walking hurriedly towards me; âwhat a nerve she hasâ, I thought. I rushed my pace and went down the steps, not wanting to talk to her or even see her. I was so heated I could have done or said something stupid if I had her on my sight. A horrible wish of grabbing her by the arm and marking her wrist invaded me and I had to push the desire of hurting her out of me; deep down I didnât want to do that. The click-clack of her shoes got louder when she started walking down the steps after me.
âRemus! Wait! Letâs talk, please!â she shouted almost out of breath. I ignored her.
Once I reached the end of the stairs, I took long strides trying to muffle the bloody sound of her heels and leave her behind. By this point my moustache was damp by the tears that had fallen along my face and my hands were curled like fists; I felt sorry for my wardrobe, because its doors were most likely going to be the relieve for my wrath. A few footsteps away from my class, I felt her again, turning over the corner.
âRemus! Let me explain, please! Remus!â she came running to me and put her hand over mine, which was over the handle. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes tightening the hold on the door.
âLeave, nowâ I muttered through gritting teeth.
âNo, please Remus. Letâs go inside and talk. Donât be silly, pleaseâ she said with a labored breath from running.
âDonât touch meâ she lifted her hand immediately and I opened the door, storming inside.
âI swear I forgot about our date, I woke up from my nap and the girls, t-they were getting ready and talking and I just joined âcause I forgot. Iâll admit I forgot. Donât be mad. We can go to bed right now and you can do whatever you want to me. Please, just d-donât be mad with meâ She explained all of this without a deep sense of urge, like she was trying to convince me to change a good mark from an exam. She said all of that to my back, I didnât turn to see her. I couldnât face her.
âIs that what you think I want to do? Just fuck the anger out on you?â I asked her with a hoarse voice.
âNo, n-no thatâs not what I meant. Well, if thatâs what you want, then thatâs what I wantâ I felt her coming close to me in a despairing manner and when her hand rested on my back I turned around abruptly.
âIs that what you think you are for me? A fuck?â I looked at her incredulously; I thought I had shown her multiple times she was much more than that. She furrowed her brows; I believe surprised by my anger.
âNo, Remus. Iâm sorry. I-I, I just-â she stood in front of my with a frown and an open mouth, with no excuses to give.
âWho was that girl, Y/n?â she blinked several times and bit her lip. Her eyes went side to side, looking straight into mine. I donât think she understood the seriousness of her actions.
âS-she was no one, just a friend. I-â
âDonât lie to meâ my low voice contrasted with the strong blow I gave to the table beside us. She jumped at the sound and her face finally changed to a sober version.
âShe doesnât mean anything, j-just a moment thing. You are all I want. I-I love yo-â
âI said, DONâT LIE TO ME Y/Nâ I screamed at her smacking the table once again; I couldnât even feel pain in my palm, the adrenaline of the moment stole it from me. âDonât lie to me, NOT with thatâ
She covered her mouth with her hand and her now watery eyes couldnât leave mine. I was conscious she was scared, my look was probably terrifying, but I was so maddened I wasnât even thinking straight. Her left eye twitched slightly and she raised her arm; her hand hesitated before touching my face. She wetted her finger with the trace my tears left on my cheek and when I exhaled deeply, exhausted, she, more confidently, reached for my other cheek, cupping my face. I could see in her eyes an incredibly subtle grin; she knew she could hurt me that easily. I bet she got wet from seeing me cry for her, bloody witch. I closed my eyes wearied.
âRemusâ she whispered so lightly, I could barely hear her âI-Iâve done worseâ I could hear her shallow voice starting to break and I bit my lip furious at her, for doing that to us.
âGet the fuck outta âere, Y/nâ I straighten up and pulled her hands off my face. Turning around I supported on my desk to keep it together in front of her.
âNo, p-please. Itâs not o-overâ she panicked behind me; I could have been in love, but I wasnât a fool. âRemus letâs talk a-and forget it all. P-pleaseâ she whipped behind me realizing it was really the end. I had to shut her because her cries were staring to get to me.
âI SAID PISS OFF, Y/N. FUCKâ I thumped the table to scare her off.
After a few minutes of her erratic breathing, I heard her shoes and cries draw away. I turned to see her one last time before she left, and she stopped by the door to take a last look at me as well. She had the most beautiful lavender dress, with shoulders and calves out; her make-up was smeared all over face and she had hair sticked on her forehead and neck from sweating; I still loved her like that, destroyed. She was crying uncontrollably and biting her thumb with force, she looked mad at herself, regretful for her actions. Maybe she did love me after all, or not. Iâll never know.
âYou play too much-â I whispered in her direction and my throat, filled with tears, closed near the last word. I had to bite my lip to deviate my concentration from the stinging in my eyes.
I broke our stare supporting again on the desk, lowering my head, and she crossed the door, letting it shut closed after her. I hit the hard wooden table until I felt my knuckles bleed and fell to the floor, sobbing like a little kid. Like when I lost my mother. I cried the anger away and felt every part of my body go numb, like I accustomed it to do when the pain was too much. I thought I had her. I really did. Guess I didnât need her; I already had the calm and the storm inside me.
tw: smut (+18), daddy kink, (legal) age gap, mature themes, alcohol and curse words.
word count: 3.5k
a/n: hi! i'm so sorryy, i know i'm late for a new year's fic! :( i just got stuck with my christmas imagine (love the idea, but i'm having a hard time pulling it all together) and i had this idea on the 31st, but hadn't had the chance to write it until this afternoon. i hope you had an amazing start of year! btw any feedback or opinion (as long it is respectful) is welcomed!! thanks for reading my stuff :)
The sun was peeking through the large windows of the lounge, warming the silent room. After cleaning the kitchen from the big late lunch Remus and Y/n shared, they both parted ways needing their daily alone moment. Remus served himself an expensive whisky on the rocks Sirius gifted him on his 40th birthday and Y/n went to take a shower; âI canât receive the New Year smelling like burnt turkeyâ, she thought.
Burrowing Remusâ towel âa bad habit she hadâ, she entered to their white and black tiled bathroom leaving the door open, in case Remus felt like making her company. While waiting for the water to get warm Y/n undressed and looked at her naked figure in the mirror. Her hands started marking a trail on her body. She caressed her faintly greasy hair, her bruised neck âRemusâ workâ, she fondled delicately her breasts in her hands (in that moment she really could understand Remusâ obsession with them), squeezed softly the prominent I-just-ate bump in her low stomach (âNew Yearâs resolution: start making exerciseâ, she lied to herself), she followed a hair trail down to her sex smoothing the hair there, to finally fall on her stretch marks and hairy thighs. Turning to the side, she examined the silhouette of her bottoms, tracing the extended stretch marks and giving her bum a small slap at the end; she smiled mocking her actions.
She finally went inside and, while the warm water cleansed her body, she started to play a romantic movie in her head; Remus and she had the chance to share their love this year more than any other before. You would think that, after Y/nâs graduation in Hogwarts, she and Remus could be completely open with their relationship, but it wasnât the case. People still talked rubbish behind their backs and looked Remus judgingly for walking by the hand with such a young-looking woman. Three years into a discrete lifestyle, after a waitress asked Y/n what her father would want for dessert âthe daddy jokes never stopped after that oneâ, they decided to move to a bigger (more open-minded) city where all faces were unknown, and judgement wasnât engraved in their day-to-day life.
Remus was lucky enough to find a good paying job that allowed him to spend much more time with Y/n, and she found employment in a small, nice coffee shop three blocks from their apartment. Since they had more time and money to spend, they started going out to more fun dates: Y/n took Remus to watch his first movie in the cinema, they loved barhopping as a form of partying and found out that the best places to go dancing werenât the nightclubs, but the jazz clubs or karaoke bars. All that freedom not only improved their relationship, but also their sex life. Y/n never thought Remus, being as traditional as he was, would be the type to like a rough fuck in front of the window, where all neighbors could see, or to ask you to wear a short floral dress just to sneak his hand below it in the most unexpected places âthe supermarket, for example. Before lowering her hand to the thought of that specific night she snapped out of it. After shampooing her hair, she shaved her legs and around her intimacy, as a special occasion.
Once out, she started applying some body cream. Remus, who was passing by the door, couldnât help but throw a whistle at her exposed figure making her laugh. Wrapping the towel in her hair, Y/n went to the bedroom searching some underwear and clothes to wear. When she slightly bowed towards her drawer, she felt a hard smack in her bum that made her jump.
âThere was no need to do thatâ she straightened up slowly.
âOf course there was. You canât put dessert in front of me and expect me not to eat itâ Remus kissed her on the forehead after reaching for his current reading in the bedside table.
âYou didnât eat it, you just smacked itâ Y/n pouted.
âJust needed to make sure dessert was still fresh. But sorry love, youâre right. Next time Iâll make sure to smack it and eat it. No crumbs left; I promiseâ his voice kept fading away with every step he took to the living room.
Y/n chose her favorite white lace knickers and nothing else as underwear, knowing Remus would appreciate it. Throwing a stripped long-sleeved shirt and a pair of loose jeans that belonged to Remus, Y/n dried her hair and applied a bit of blush to her cheeks, as well as tinted lip gloss. The living room started to lack some natural light, reason why Remus turned on the standing lamp on one corner and the small one next to him, so he could read. Y/n thought he looked so good sitting there with a frown and those thick black glasses. He didnât put too much effort to his appearance routinely, his wardrobe was filled with white bottom-up shirts and black or brown trousers (except for that old blue jean Y/n was wearing), his hair was always disheveled and had enough grey hair to make him look two years older than he actually was and he only owned three pairs of shoes and a dark jacket; the only thing he strove to maintain was his moustache, mainly because Y/n loved it. She loved all of him; flaws and all.
âBillie or Fitzgerald?â asked Y/n showing him two vinyls in each hand.
âIâm reading Fitzgerald, so play Holidayâ Remus was so absorbed in his reading he didnât even look up to answer.
Once the music started, Y/n began dancing with her eyes closed and mumbling the words of the song without trying to catch Remus attention. She loved these moments just before their living room immersed in the darkness of night. Remus and she would enjoy each otherâs company without saying anything. Those were the moments where she was herself and Remus loved her silently, behind his thoughts; those were the moments he was himself and Y/n loved him unintentionally, through her music. When she opened her eyes, she saw through the window a whole city lightened by the most beautiful lights. She started walking delicately to their couch, where Remus kept reading, and crawled next to him supporting her head in his shoulder.
âWhat do you want for dinner?â
âDinner? Love, we just had the biggest end-of-year lunch, are you still hungry?â He responded with a small smile.
âNo, Iâm really not, I was just asking you because I thought youâd be hungry anyways.â She said with a snort âI could have some dessert, thoughâ
âThere is a piece of dark chocolate with caramel in my desk. Itâs yours if you want it, loveâ
Y/n got up hurriedly and ran to the desk forcing out a small laugh from Remus; he really tried to focus on his reading, but when he heard Y/nâs mouth make little wet sounds he gave up and looked up at her direction above his glasses.
âIs it good?â
âMhm⌠What do you want to do until twelve? Itâs only nine oâclock. I bought champagneâ she said licking her fingers.
âIâm determined to finish this book. I want to start the year reading the one you gifted me for Christmasâ Remus said resuming his reading.
âThe Bell Jar or the muggle history one?â Y/n asked throwing the chocolate envelope to the garbage.
âThe Bell Jarâ he mumbled.
Sensing Remus wasnât up for a chat, she looked for her red nail polish and settled against the couch, next to the rug, to paint her nails. Midst painting her left middle finger she turned around and sticked her right hand inside Remusâ pocket extracting a cigarette box and an old gold lighter. She served herself by putting one fag between her lips and before she could reach for the lighter Remus diverged his attention from the book to grab it and light her cigarette. The innocent look she gave him from below made his cock twitch in his trousers, but he ignored it, set on finishing the anthology All the Sad Young Men. He would deal with her later.
Smoking cigarettes would always take her back to the start of their romance. Y/n used to sneak to the abandoned classroom on the third floor to smoke peacefully. One afternoon, Remus found her lying on a writing desk, with a cigarette between her fingers and her skirt far above her knees. He didnât reprehend her or took away her cigarettes, just asked her to go back to her common room. The next time she went there to smoke alone with her thoughts, she put some lip gloss on, sensing she would encounter the DADA professor; he presented himself a few minutes after and, this time, stayed with her. They forged a friendship beyond the limits of a normal student-teacher relationship, and it was not long until romantic feelings started to flourish. One night, minutes before curfew, Y/n stood in front of his seated figure, removed the almost finished fag from his lips and stepped on it; before he could ask why she did that for, she reunited all the courage inside her guts and grabbed his face pressing a wet kiss on his lips. The courage of her actions awed him to the point where he responded to her kiss. Nothing was the same after that. Y/n was an addiction to Remus, and it took all of him to keep them a secret; Y/n couldnât get enough of him either and never really envisioned a life without him. She knew she would love him forever, only him.
âAre you finished?â asked Y/n while blowing on her fresh painted nails; the cigarette long ago consumed.
âNo, love. Just 50 pages moreâ Y/n laid on the sofa supporting her head on Remusâ thigh.
âAt this rate you wonât make it to the New Year Rem; itâs 11 oâclockâ
âYes, I will, smart-arse. You relax, let me concentrateâ with a huff, Y/n turned to the side smelling Remusâ cologne on his white shirt.
Handling the book with his left hand, Remus caressed Y/nâs head sending her into a trance. Immersed in the pleasure of his petting, Y/n started to close her eyes and her breathing slowed. Remus felt so lucky in that exact moment; he never thought he would be loved by someone like he is loved by Y/n, or that he would share a beautiful apartment in a beautiful city with a well-paid exciting job. Those things were never an option for Remus, much less with his condition. The last transformations hadnât been so hard on him; he didnât know if it were because his destressed current life or Y/nâs gift for potion making, or both. Either way, he was more than pleased.
When he finally finished his book, he glanced at the clock: 11.30 p.m. Looking down he encountered Y/n in a peaceful slumber. âSo beautifulâ he whispered to himself. He moved his hand to her neck admiring its softness. She had really been the most beautiful girl he had ever encountered, and not only that. In his eyes, she was a piece of light between a sky full of gray clouds; she was intense like black coffee and fresh like a cold glass of water thrown at your face in the morning. She wasnât scared of expressing her desires, even if that meant losing pride showing a few tears, and she loved to talk about the world and its inconsistencies. She could be childish and petty, but also mature and realistic. She was, above all things, sensual and always carried a fire in the way she walked. Remus couldnât deny feeling the luckiest lad in the world when she would hold his hand, and his hand only, while walking on the street.
âMy love, wake up. It will be New Year in twenty minutesâ he whispered in her ear checking the hour again. Y/n stirred half asleep. âCome on sleepy head, wake up. Youâre gonna miss itâ
âWake me up in nineteen minutesâ she replied with a frown and a yawn.
He laughed and kept stroking her head looking lovingly at her. He didnât have to wake her up again, after a couple of minutes she opened her eyes slowly and looked up at him with a silly smile plastered on her face.
âHiâ
âHiâ
âYou are very handsomeâ
âThanks, miss. You are stunningâ
âOh, thatâs too kind, sir. Do you think you could make me a favour fine-looking gentleman?â
âOf course, pretty girlâ Y/n felt a thunder in her stomach at the use of that name.
âWould you be my New Yearsâ kiss?â she asked in a murmur.
âIâd be delighted toâ her smile grew bigger, and he could see stars in her eyes. âMake me immortal with a kiss.â
âThomas Kyd?â
âAlmost, Marloweâ
âYouâre such a nerdâ
When the last word rolled out of Y/nâs mouth a roar was heard outside; Remus looked up at the clock: 12.00. With multicolor fireworks illuminating the dimly lit living room Remus folded while Y/n slightly raised her head making their lips crash into a passionate kiss. âHappy New Yearâ they said in unison with a small string of saliva connecting their lips.
âTime to pop the champagne!!â Y/n got up in a jump and ran to the kitchen to get the expensive bottle she bought and two champagne glasses.
While Remus opened the Champagne bottle âY/n claimed to be too afraid of the sound to open itâ and served it on the glasses, Y/n played another jazzy record to light up the mood. After making a toast to their love, they danced slow to the tender music Y/n chose, retelling bad jokes and bringing back sweet memories.
Vaguely drunk, Remus sat on the sofa with spread legs admiring a more intoxicated and sillier Y/n dance by herself while looking at him with mischief.
âCome âereâ he commanded making an inviting gesture with his middle and point finger.
Y/n approached him planting one foot in front of the other unhurriedly with a knowing smile. When she stood in front of him, between his legs, Remus came forward and moved up her shirt to kiss her belly button. It only took a strong yank of her loose jeans for them to bunch in her feet. Remus told her to step out of them, and so she did. Mentally thanking the heavens for white lace knickers, he filled the covered area with open mouth kisses making Y/n shiver and grip onto his hair. Turning her around, he admired her round bum and how pretty it looked decorated with the lace; he couldnât help giving it a hard spank making Y/n whimper.
âI told you earlier that, next time, I was going to eat dessert, and that no crumbs would be leftâ he patiently rolled the knickers down her legs âand I will fulfill, Y/n.â
âFuck, daddyâ Y/n slipped.
Remus had the urge to bite her bum with the use of the nickname, which was only for special occasions. He kissed both cheeks and fondled them making her center wet. Spreading her butt cheeks Remus licked from her cunt up; Y/n moaned loudly when she felt Remusâ warmth. Spreading more her legs, Remus started to set a pace and that, mixed with the movements of his tongue in her sensitive areas and fingers on her clit, sent Y/n into a pleasure she couldnât even imagine before. This was the first time he did something like that; like it was said before, Remus seemed like a very traditional man and, although it was true that he loved eating Y/n out, he had never done such thing to her behinds.
âIâm so close Remâ Y/n fought to keep her legs straight.
He dived more into her as an answer, and she came in his face. Remus drank all her release and soothed her shaking legs, helping her sit in his lap. Turning around, Y/n straddled Remus and took off her shirt; with ecstasy she bathed in the sight of Remusâ wet moustache, lips, and chin.
âYou taste like heaven, darlingâ
âReally? Show meâ with a hand behind her head he brought her up to him, kissing her.
As he pushed his tongue into her mouth, she could taste herself; it tasted like soapworts smell and a hint of salt. Suddenly her hands found themselves rubbing Remusâ hard cock over his trousers; he helped her unbutton them and she didnât torture the poor man by making him wait longer, she took his length out of his briefs and stroke it. Remusâ ministrations went down her neck remarking her in all his favorite spots. Sneaking a hand down, Remus drew circles in Y/nâs clit making her hold onto him more determined; when his kisses reached her breasts, he introduced two fingers inside her opening her up.
âWill you give it to me tonight, daddy?â Y/n whispered seductively close to his ear; those words created goose bumps on his nape.
âYes, loveâ he breathed out âDaddy is going to give it all to you tonight.â
Removing his hand from her insides and her hand from his erection, he reclined in the sofa lifting her up with his grip on her hips. Y/n open his shirt and supported her hands on his hairy and scarred torso to lower herself on him. Carefully, she went a bit further each time, trying to take his length a quickly as she could; their eyes never left each other, contrary to their hands. Remus kept one hand steady on Y/nâs hip, and with the other he fondled one of her tits, pinching on her nipple maliciously. Once Y/n accomplished to fit him all in, she rested her head on his chest, kissing the scars with immense love; she learnt that that was necessary every now and then, although she loved them, his scars were one of Remusâ biggest insecurities. He caressed her backdown to her bum, which he squeezed encouraging her to move. She looked up at him with languid eyes and gave a peck to a more recent scar in his chin. On the first move she could feel him grazing her deepest spot; they both knew they wouldnât last long. Starting to move, her quietness was odd to Remus.
âEverything alright, love?â he took her face by the side and turned it up to him.
âMhmâŚâ
Remus encountered with her euphoric expression: eyes closed, brows furrowed, and lip intensely bitten. She couldnât quite express the pleasure she was feeling in that moment; even more when she noticed that, if she supported herself a little bit higher, Remusâ pubic bone could graze her clitoris deliciously. With Remusâ help, they both found a gratifying rhythm that made pants become into whimpers. Delighted by the way Y/nâs tits grazed his torso with each thrust, Remus looked for her face, buried in his shoulder, to kiss her and muffle his own sounds. When she agreed to the kiss, she shifted her position into a more sitting one, moving her hips expertly back and forth. Increasing her pace, she connected her sweaty forehead to Remusâ creating a curtain of hair around their faces.
âWe are- so sweaty, but some- somehow, you smell s- so goodâ he praised.
âGuide me, Moony. Iâm so close, pleaseâ she begged him.
He acceded to her pleads, positioning both of his hands and doing the dirty work of moving her own hips for her. Once his arms got tired at the motion, a hand up her back pushed her to him and Remus sunk down the furniture to give him freedom of movement. Holding her head in a sweet gesture, Remus thrusted up inside her repeatedly letting all his thoughts come out of his mouth; he felt Y/n get tense and by the way she nailed her read nails on his bicep, he knew she was just about to cum.
âBloody âellâ Remus murmured when he felt her squeeze him.
And with a sweet moan she came; âonly hours into New Yearâs and Iâve already got the second orgasm of the yearâ, she thought, satisfied with herself. Remus straightened up and lifted Y/n off of him, just for her to jerk him off until he grunted in pleasure and painted her hand with his semen. With a troublesome smirk she licked her hand clean, enjoying Remusâ consumed state; she loved to see him all damp with a furrowed brow, drenched in lust. Right then and there, Y/n felt like the luckiest woman in the world. Remusâ scars and wrinkles meant nothing to her; all she could see was the most selfless and amorous man glowing in peaceful state of post-lovemaking.
âI love you, Remusâ Y/n mumbled shy.
âI love you too, my loveâ he pushed the hair behind her right ear so that the small lamp beside them could illuminate her features and brought her face close to his to leave a tender kiss against her lips âHappy New Yearâ.
happy christmas (if you celebrate it) and holidays beautiful people!! whether you are an spiritual, religious or sceptic person this is a time to be grateful and im grateful for this beautiful community and all my 81 followers! thank you so much for following me and liking my work, promise i have more ideas for the future to make you all happy :)) would love to know your opinion on my work or suggestions, everything is welcomed <3
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