"hands"
professor remus lupin x reader
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heres an older remus x reader fic! pls send in some requests like give me a character and a kink or an idea and ill try my best to write it <3 warnings: smut, age gap, professorxstudent (consenual) MDNI
Professor Lupin sat at his desk in his office as you approached him. Your cheeks were blushed red at the sight of him staring intently at your papers in his hands.
"Hi, Professor." You spoke quietly as you took a seat next to him. You had been failing miserably at his classes to the point he's had to give you extra tutoring... not that you could complain.
"Y/N." He gives you a small smile as he places your classwork on his desk. "I understand that you've been having some difficulties understanding the material in my class?"
You nod obediently, ignoring the burning sensation between your legs as you took in his every detail. You used to be top of the class at Defence Against The Dark Arts, alongside every other class. However, since he because your teacher... you could no longer focus on your classwork.
"I see," Remus' eyebrows furrowed as he sat back in his chair, manspreading. "Which chapters have caused you the most trouble?"
Your mind grew hazy as you basically drooled at the sight of him, wanting nothing more than to place yourself on his lap and let him fuck you senseless.
"I-" You stuttered, squeezing your thighs together to relieve some sort of tension. Remus noticed this, his eyes travelling down to your skirt and bare legs. "All of it."
"Even the basic chapters?" His face hardened as you nodded. "I've been looking through your papers from previous years, Y/N... it seems to be a recent issue."
Remus shifted slightly, leaning forwards in his seat. His eyes remained fixed on yours as your cheeks grew red.
"Can I ask you a question, Y/N?" Remus said softly, one hand resting on the arm of your chair making you almost whimper. You glanced at his hand for a moment, visualising all the things he could do with it. Your eyes return to his and you nod obediently.
"Is it really the course material that you're struggling with? Or are there other reasons for your poor performance?" His expression held a hint of curiosity.
"I-I guess I've been a little distracted." You almost mumble, feeling yourself get wet at having his undivided attention.
"Oh," His eyebrows raised curiosity flashing across his face for a second. He spoke almost innocently, his eyes scanning your body once more, taking in your appearance. "Distracted by what?"
"You, Professor." You whimper, feeling completely transfixed under his gaze.
Remus took a quick breath as his chest raised and lowered again.
"Me?" You could tell he was holding back a smirk as he continued to pry and his voice darkened. "What is it exactly that you find distracting about me?"
"Y-you've just been causing some... dark thoughts." You respond quietly.
"Dark thoughts?" He couldn't hold back his smirk anymore. Your breath caught in your through as his hand moved from the arm of your chair to your bare thigh. "Can you specify?"
"Y-your hands." You moan out, opening your legs ever so slightly absentmindedly. You looked down at his hands, they wrapped round your small legs perfectly.
"What about my hands?" As he spoke, his hands travelled inch by inch up your thigh.
"W-when I see them... all I can think about is having them round my throat." You whine, his eyes widening at your words.
"Your throat?" He questioned further, squeezing your thigh.
"And other places." Your eyes returned to his and you realised just how close he was to you.
"Other places?" Remus was now inches from your face.
"My wrists... my waist... my mouth..." You noticed his eyes darken as a subtle grin crept into his features.
"Is that it?" He spoke in a dark voice and you shook your head no obedienty.
"My pussy." You finally let out and in that second he snapped, his mouth attaching itself to yours desperately.
You moaned against his lips as his tongue quickly found yours. His harsh grip on your thigh was replaced with your throat and you felt your brain grow foggy at the lack of oxygen.
Your fantasy was coming true, all those lessons sat with a puddle between your legs imagining Remus fucking you dumb was about to happen.
"Bend over my desk." Remus instructed, breaking away from the kiss.
"Y-yes, Professor." You whimpered, bending over in front of him so your abdomen was placed against the oak and your ass was facing him.
All you could do is whimper as he lifts your skirt to reveal your panties soaked in your own pleasure.
"Fucking hell, kitten." He chuckles, bringing his fingers up to your clothed cunt and rubbing small circles. "Are you always this wet for me?"
You nodded submissively and let out a yelp as he smacked you harshly on your bare cheek.
"Words, kitten." Remus spoke agressively.
"Yes, Professor." You spoke quietly. "I-I'm always wet for you."
He pulled your panties down slowly and you heard his own buckle being undone.
"You didn't think I was gonna reward you, did you?" You can hear the smirk in his voice as he speaks. "Dumb kittens don't deserve rewards."
Remus aligned himself with your pussy, not bothering to touch you beforehand to ease you into it. He grabbed your hair and pulled you up slightly so he could whisper in your ear.
"You want this, kitten?" He whispered. "Tell me you want your Professors cock in your sweet little pussy."
"I want your cock, Professor." You cry, desperate for any kind of stimulation. "Please."
Without a second thought he pushed himself into you, giving you no time to ease into things before thrusting into you.
You tightened around him as he let out a low groan, his cock filled you perfectly.
"Fuck" He muttered, not used to how tight your pussy is. He let go of your hair and grabbed your throat.
"Look how pathetic you are for me, baby." He groaned, quickening his pace. "Open your mouth."
You comply and feel two of his fingers down your throat. You try your best not to cough and choke around them but fail miserable.
"Aw, baby can't you handle it? I thought this is what you wanted?" He speaks sarcastically as suddenly he removes himself from you. You whimper at the loss of contact but he quickly turns you around so you're on your back.
"I-I can handle it." You whine, your brain foggy as he looks at you with a dark grin.
He pushes his cock into you again, this time thrusting into you at a ridiculously slow rate.
"You want me to fuck you properly, huh?" His voice belittling as you nod desperately.
"Yes, Professor."
"Then promise me you'll get your grades up," He smirks. "I don't want a dumb kitten."
"I-I'm not dumb." You whine, raising your hips to his but he quickly forces you down with his big hands.
"Then promise me."
"I-I promise, Professor." You don't have the chance to think twice as he begins fucking you relentlessly.
His mouth finds your neck as he sucks harshly, leaving bite marks all over you. You quickly reach your high, clenching around him as he finishes too, his cum spreading inside your tight cunt.
Remus removes himself from you all too quickly, pulling his trousers back up and wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
You stand to your feet, your legs weak as his cum runs down your bare thighs.
"I'll see you in class, Y/N" He smirks, grabbing your underwear from the floor and putting it in his pocket. "Get your grades up and maybe I'll think about that reward."