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Could you write a sequels to the Professor Remus/ innocent reader fic where she goes to his office like “I don’t know what you were doing when I came to see you but it made my tummy feel funny and I can’t fix it by myself”
If possible could you make it so she visits him often so he can “get rid of her tummy ache” if you know what I mean.
Maybe with breeding kink, lots of cum, vouyerism and lots more kinks
Essays as an excuse/ Professor!Remus Lupin x innocent!reader part 2
Word count: 538
Summary: Y/N gets called to discuss some information in your essay with Professor Lupin. He can't keep his hands out of his pants.
Warnings: older man/young lady, teacher/student, innocence kink, male masturbation, fantasy of oral (M recieving), lots of cum, pervy, sex, pregnancy kink, breeding kink.
He hears a knock on the door. "Come in." He yells in a tired voice. You step in rubbing your thighs together as you walk.
"Sir. I feel funny." You tell him. His cock instantly gets hard again despite how tired he is.
"How do you feel funny?" He asks his hand going to caress his now aching cock.
"I dont know." You whine frusterated.
"Y/N, I won't take an attitude." He cautions. "Where do you feel funny?"
"Down there." You point to your pussy. His cock lets out a small spurt of precum. He continues to caress it. Unable to take his hand off. "When your hand does that it makes my tummy ache and down there gets all wet like I peed myself."
"Do you want me to help you?" He asks his voice getting rougher.
"Yes please." You beg.
"Come over here." He orders you walk around his desk as he stands you see a hard stick pointing out of his body. You are mesmerized watching his hand go up and down it. You see it spit something out a slit in the top. He reaches for you pulling you in front of him leaning you against the desk. "Are you sure, Y/N?"
"Please, professor. I need you." You beg him. He pushes your panties to the side and thrusts his fingers inside of you. You moan out.
"Your soaked, Y/N. All for your professors cock. You dirty girl." He whispers to you as you thrust against his fingers.
"Im not dirty." You whine.
"That's right your my good girl." He praises feeling you gush at that.
"More...." you beg.
"More what?" He teases still rubbing his cock.
"I dont know just more." You pant begging.
"Okay good girl. You asked for it." Thrusting his thick stick inside you with a groan.
He lifts you. Your butt sitting on the very edge of his desk. Your leg on his bicep. Allowing him to thrust deeper. He pounds you into the desk you both moaning loudly filling his office.
"I'm gonna pee." You cry out before long in a moment of panic.
"Let it out Y/N." He says panting.
You cum squirting all over him. He gasping cumming inside you, hard, filling you. He debates for a second about casting a contreception charm but decides against it wanting you round with his child. You both panting as he pulls out of you.
"I peed on you. I'm so sorry, Professor." You say looking down ashamed.
"No you didnt. You made rain. Its a good thing. Do you feel better?" He asks tucking his now wet but soft cock in his pants.
You gasp. "I do, thank you."
"Well you can come to me anytime you feel that way. I will make it all better." He says with a satisfied smile.
"Okay." You squeal leaving his office to your common room.
You did come back multiple times. Near the end of the school year you started getting bigger. He epuld jerk off on your belly rubbing his cum in he said it would help you. In the summer you went home with him all round with his baby. He didn't keep his hands off you at all.
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."
Remus laughs suddenly when Sirius hands him his nightly cup of hot chamomile tea.
Sirius raises an eyebrow. “Is there something wrong with my face?”
Remus shakes his head, still laughing softly. “No. Unless you consider your face being renaissance-painting gorgeous to be something wrong with it, in which case, yes. There is definitely something wrong. Thank you for the tea, darling.”
Sirius sometimes feels like there are things in his life that he doesn’t really deserve. Remus, all lovely and flirty on a Wednesday night, is one of those things. He kisses Remus' temple and sits down next to him on their mammoth of a comfortable couch.
Both Sirius and Remus are done with their day. This is how Sirius thinks about it. They woke up really early in the morning to run and have breakfast together before going to work. Sirius to St Mungo’s hospital for a ten hour (rather uneventful) shift and Remus to their local muggle college to teach his summer Elizabethan literature class. They met at a restaurant afterwards to have dinner and now they’re home. This is the least eventful part of their day. It’s also Sirius’ favorite; the chamomile tea (that he makes and Remus drinks every single night), their warmly lit living room. The stupidly huge grey couch and the soft radio. The books that Sirius has time to read and the shows that Remus watches.
“You’re renaissance-painting gorgeous, Re.”
“No, you are,” Remus says, then he starts laughing again. “I don’t know why I’m so– it just occurred to me how absurd this all is, considering.”
“Considering?”
“I never thought I’d have something as sweet as this,” Remus says. “I think I may be a little loopy because of the moon but– sometimes it just floors me, how lucky I am.”
Sirius smiles because he was just thinking that. “What do you mean you're loopy because the moon? Re, you cannot use that as a constant excuse. The full moon is almost a month away.”
Remus grins. “I am affected by the moon throughout all her phases, darling.”
Remus takes a sip from his tea and returns to reading the lesson plan in his lap. Sirius looks for the book he’s been reading for the last few days for something to do with his hands.
“I get what you mean,” Sirius says after a while, still not finding his book. A few lifetimes ago, he would’ve been okay with just saying something quippy in response to what Remus said and letting it go. Not now, though. “I sometimes wake up from nightmares where I lose this– you, our friends, our life, and I don’t think there could be something more miserable.”
“Aw, Sirius.”
“But how lovely is that?” Sirius asks, taking Remus’ face gently in his hands. “How lovely is it that the worst thing I can think of happening is losing the things I already have?” Sirius kisses Remus’ nose and cheek and eyelashes.
“Pretty damn lovely, darling.” Remus looks at Sirius and he smiles like he’s on the edge of invention. It’s the prettiest thing Sirius has ever seen.
Strangely, Sirius thinks about his parents. He doesn’t think about them much. Nobody in his noble, most ancient Black family house decompressed after a full day in the living room. In the 16 years Sirius lived in that house, he doesn’t remember spending a single evening outside his room. He doesn’t think his parents ever had dinner together.
It’s all rather bleak. Sirius decides to stop thinking about it. And maybe have lunch with Regulus tomorrow because Regulus is the only good thing he has from that place.
Sirius finds his book under a cushion. He rests his head on Remus’ shoulder and begins to read.
♡ CW: Professor!Remus x Student!Reader relationship, SMUT 18+, oral sex (m), unprotected sex, (kind of) dirty talk. Reader is of age and consents to this relationship! Not proofread! | Word count: 2.9k | Minors DNI!
♡ a/n: 200 flowers request! Thank you <3. Ugh, have I mention how much I love this man?
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“Quills up, everyone.” Professor Lupin’s voice echoed in the spacious classroom, earning himself a small groan from the group of seventh-years. “Don’t worry, now your exams are my problem.”
Standing up, picking your bag and following your friends you felt a light tap on your shoulder, turning around you lifted your eyes looking at Professor Lupin. “Yes? Professor.” You asked with a gentle smile.
“You dropped this, darling.” Hiding your amusing smile at the pet name, you remained professional when he handed you the golden quill you particularly used for this test. “A very nice quill this is.”
“Thank you, Professor.” The title rolled down your lips in a bewitching manner, making him smile. “It’s my lucky quill, I use it on every test.” Tucking it in the safety of your bag, you felt amused at how dangerously close you were to being caught.
“Well, I’m sure you will ace this test.” He smiled at you, the signature smile that made every student melt in their spot, you included.
“I learned from the best.” You giggled softly and followed your friends to the next class.
“What the hell was that?” One of your friends inquired, nudging you with her shoulder.
“I don’t know what you're talking about.” Playing innocently was one of your favourite activities, it only added more character to your overall smart girl look, always the one with the highest grades and a rising star.
Truth be told, even if you were quite smart, even smarter than the average, you had a little tiny secret, one that could ruin your entire reputation and perhaps get you expelled from Hogwarts: A golden quill capable of writing all the right answers, words and mark the right dots on any test, essay or parchment. It was absolutely prohibited, and even with something so powerful in your lovely hands, you used it less than two times in a full school period.
Honourably granted by the one and only Weasley twins, who happen to owe you a big one after you lied for them, saving them from being expelled from school, a long story, a very funny too. At first glance, it looked like a simple golden quill, perhaps a little smaller than average sure, but stereotypical girls liked smaller things because they were so cute! Fred and George took an insanely amount of time and effort into conjuring new spells, jinxes and maybe even a curse, if anyone tried to reveal its secrets, the quill will automatically explode and the ink would be so dense and heavy, it was hopeless to even try and wash it, not even with the strongest whitening spell. They encouraged you to try it in your fifth year when you complained for a week straight about how you were definitely going to fail Snape’s test.
“M’lady… for your grades you shall not cry anymore!” Fred spoke exaggeratedly, you scoffed annoyed while the twins sandwiched you between their arms.
“We have an invention that will shake you from your head to your wand’s core!” George joined his brother, the registered Weasley smile plastered on their freckled faces.
“Just tell me what the new toy is, I have to study for potions.” Rolling your eyes, you giggled at their antics, having a soft spot for their sense of humour.
“Toy?” They exclaimed in unison, offended.
“Whatever.” With another eye roll, they laughed and continued with their presentation, as teasing as these two could be.
“We present to you: The Snap n’ gold!” And right there, in the desk of the empty classroom they dragged you into, a golden quill appeared, smaller than yours, with a hint of platinum sparkles in the golden patterns. “Go on, try it.” Next to the quill, a white parchment appeared as well. “What’s 2316 x 6019?” They continued speaking as one, hinting you how long they planned this.
“How the hell am I supposed to know that?”
“Let the Snap n’ gold work its wonders, my dear.” Fred’s smile widened.
“And only the right answers shall appear.” George closed the rhyme with his best impression of a Victorian pose.
Since when this was an arithmancy pop quiz?
Either way, you watched amazed at how the quill moved your hand in such a natural way it seemed you were the one writing. “It says 13,940, 004”
“Correct!” The twins exclaimed, cheering you and of course, themselves.
That's how you crushed your potions test, and even Professor Snape was a bit surprised by your sudden improvement. He wasn’t easy to fool, but you did, and it felt so good. With great power, comes great responsibility, so you promised yourself and your intelligence, to only use the infamous Snap n’ gold in cases of emergency, an emergency being a test you knew you had no chance of even reaching a Poor grade. So, while you tempted your golden luck by accidentally leaving the quill on your desk after a test done by none other than Remus Lupin, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor; You were so confident by always getting away with it, that this time, you even let yourself tease the possibility of being caught, enjoying the danger.
A few days later, relaxing at the castle grounds, being one of the many carefree students who didn’t have to worry about your grade, a sudden tap on your shoulder made you jolt on the stone bench. Turning around, your eyes met a set of amber eyes that belonged to the only man capable to decipher the lies within your worst subjects.
“I’m sorry to interrupt your weekend.” Professor Lupin could interrupt you in your sleep and you wouldn’t even be bothered, but this time, the look in his eyes could only mean one thing. “But I’m afraid we need to discuss something in my office.”
You were in deep, deep trouble.
The walk to his classroom and therefore to his private office was the longest and most torturous walk you had ever experienced in your seven years of school. Heart pounding wildly inside your chest, hands sweaty, feeling about to throw up the elves' spaghetti you victoriously devoured that afternoon. Taking a seat in front of his desk, you gulped when you saw a familiar parchment on top of his desk, your test.
“I’ll be straightforward, I don’t want to take more of your time than necessary.” Professor Remus cleared his throat and handed you his kindest smile, which didn’t soothe your nerves at all. “Your test was the highest of your group, perhaps from your whole generation, darling.”
Oh.
“Professor McGonagall is pleased, as you can imagine, she cherishes you quite fondly. She asked me to offer you to compete in a national DADA debate club, of course, with your learning you would be a great factor in the team, you seem to have a vast knowledge of dark creatures.” He did in fact notice how washed out your expression was as if he was speaking another language. “So, what do you say? Feel free to take your time.”
“I—” The words were struggling, a lot. “I—I’m honoured, Professor. Is j—just that… um.I”
Come on, come on! Think about something, quick!. You screamed at yourself, desperate.
“I’m not very good at competitions, S—Sir. I would really like to participate, but if I’m being honest, I’m not that skilled in the subject and—.”
“That’s nonsense! Darling.” Lupin tapped your test, still smiling. “You wrote things I am yet to teach you! To me, that means you’re gifted.”
The debate inside your head was between good and bad, you could A): Tell him the truth, beg for forgiveness, accept 100 detentions with Hagrid at the Forbidden forest just to not be expelled, or B): Keep the act, play it cool, accept his offer and fail at trying to help on a topic you had no clue of.
“Is everything alright?” Professor Lupin looked at you, rather worried. “If you need to take your space and time to think about it, is fine. As long as you are truthful and honest with your decision.”
He knew. The bastard knew. And he was playing with you.
“Fuck.” You muttered under your breath, completely and utterly caged, cornered, trapped.
“What was that?” He asked, lifting an eyebrow, expectant.
“Icheatedonthetest” You muttered as quickly as you could, grinding your teeth in embarrassment.
“Pardon?”
“I. Cheated. On. The. Test.” Lowering your gaze, you sighed, feeling ashamed of yourself.
“See, that wasn’t that hard.” Lupin laughed. Something that replaced your embarrassment with confusion. “You were very smart, almost fooled me. But the second you mentioned how you used it on every test, well, let’s say it caught my attention. I noticed it was slightly smaller than average, and the second I touched it, I knew.” How couldn’t he? The man who, unbeknownst to you, made a similar spell just for a map that could trace every single soul in the castle and its surroundings.
“I’m sorry, if you’re going to accuse me with Professor McGonagall then I deserve it.” The tears appeared fast, making him frown.
“I’m not going to, darling.” From his desk, he handed you some tissues. “I know is against the rules, but it is such a clever and unique spell, you should be recognized for the effort and dedication, even if it was for the wrong reasons.” Biting your lips, you swore not to throw Fred and George under the bus, they already had a list so long that it could fill the entire great hall, and you didn’t want to contribute to that list. “At least not me, personally. You’re going to McGonagall's office, explain to her you cheated on the test, she would instantly disqualify you from the list and, you will be forfeited and banned from every other competition there is in what’s left of your school year, you will not mention the quill, of course, just say something banal, perhaps some notes you stuck on your desk, a common muggle thing. I’m sure she will give detention, and perhaps a few house points will be deducted, but—”
“Is either that or being expelled.” You finished his sentence, earning a nod on his part.
“Clever girl.” He smiled, again, this time it felt genuine.
Why did he have to look so handsome when he smiled?
It was now or never. It was a foul move, for sure. But perhaps it was your only choice.
“Professor.” You gained all of the courage you had, battering your eyelashes at him. “Is there another way I could make my punishment less… severe?”
As if you weren't dying to try it.
His smirk completely changed into a quizzical look, weighing your words, your voice, and your actions. “What are you suggesting, dear, is there something in your mind?”
Standing up, ignoring the way your legs trembled in nervousness (and anticipation), you stood next to him, shivering at how he turned his chair to face you, manspreading and looking directly into your eyes, an unspoken question lingering in the thick air. Under his penetrative gaze, you kneeled in front of him, resting the palm of your hands on his knees. “Are you sure of this?” He asks, placing a hand on your cheek, thumb caressing the warm skin. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” The confident look in your eyes made him smile once again, but that particular smile— had you throbbing.
“Go on, then.”
Your hands reached for his belt, unbuckling it and undoing the buttons and zipper of his trousers, Professor Lupin helped you by lifting his hips from the chair so you could slip them off to his thighs, and you felt excited at the growing bulge in between his legs. You would be lying if you didn’t dream about this often, often than intended. But having the real thing right in front of you, was something else.
And it sure was something else. He was bigger than you could even imagine, slightly curved and your eyes travelled along the veins of his now hard cock, he enjoyed you staring, even feeling a bit flattered by it. “I thought you wanted to make your punishment less severe, darling.” The pet name rolled down his lips in a way that only fueled your lust. You wanted him and you wanted him now. Tracing that large vein with your tongue, your stomach flipped at the groan that escaped his lips. Wasting no time, you eased him into your mouth, slowly at first, trying and succeeding at making him feel good, taking your sweet time to adjust at his length and girth, and Remus as the gentleman he was, waited until you were sliding inch after inch inside your pretty mouth.
His hand was pressed over your head, encouraging you to keep going, to take him deeper, but never pushing you all the way in. He fought against the moans that threatened the silence of his office, the door was unlocked but that made the whole thing even better. His hips rolled upwards, eager to feel more of your warm tongue all around him. You hummed in pleasure, feeling your own arousal pooling between your legs, wondering if it would feel as good as he did on your mouth. You were almost this close to deepthroating him, taking it as a personal challenge, when he pushed you away gently by cupping your face.
“Get on the desk, and spread your legs.” His voice allowed no disobedience, and Godric did it made you a little bit wetter. Following his command in an instant, you thanked the Gods for wearing a skirt that day, it was your favourite one, not long enough to be a prude but not short enough to break any uniform dressing code, and when his large hands slid the fabric, exposing your drowned underwear, you were so happy to be wearing a skirt. “Hmm.” He approved your squirming form, pressing his finger against your clothed mound, making you jolt. “Perhaps we can negotiate your punishment after all.”
Once your damped underwear was hanging loosely over your ankle, Professor Lupin traced a finger across your fold, gathering the slick and spreading it across your cunt, quickly finding your clit and circling it softly, steady, knowing exactly how to make you gasp and twitch. His fingers compared to yours were like comparing… fuck, you couldn’t think about a proper comparison, being too spellbound by the stretching feeling of two fingers scissoring your tight cunt, preparing you for him.
“Can’t believe my golden student cheated on a test.” He whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, another curl, another moan. “I thought you were so smart, sweetheart, perhaps you’re nothing more than a loser.” Oh, the words, did they make you clench around his fingers. “Hmmm, that’s it, good girl. I’m sure you had this all planned, waiting for the perfect moment to offer me that slutty mouth of yours.”
“P—Please, Professor.” You gasped when a third finger intimidated your entrance, it burned so deliciously.
“Tell me, bunny.” He cooed, making your head feel dizzy, clouded in pleasure. “What do you want?” Not removing his fingers, he pumped himself a few times, ready to line up with your leaking entrance.
“You, inside m—me, please.” The loss of contact and stimulation made you whine, though the instant you felt the swollen tip of his cock teasing your folds, you spread your legs a little bit more and whined a little bit louder. “Please, l—let me cum over your cock, Remus.”
You were definitely something else as well, and he couldn’t deny how much (despite the guilt and self hatre) he longed for this. The risk of getting caught doing something so prohibited was the experience of a lifetime. Just like it was to be welcomed by the pulsating feeling of your lovely thigh cunt squeezing him beyond imaginable. Remus was in heaven.
“F—Fuck.” He bottomed for a moment, his hands on your hips, carefully sliding in. “So tight, so warm, such a pretty pussy, perfect for a bratty student like you.” The combination of words and movements had you in that state of dizziness, wrapping your legs around his hips, pushing him until he was balls deep, both of you moaning at the pleasant feeling. “You want me to move? Baby?” He asked, kissing your neck, you nodded earning you a bite on your neck. “Words, darling.”
“Please move R—Remus, I want to feel you using me.” Magic words. Soon you were drooling, eyes rolling at the back of your skull, not even remembering when he rolled up your shirt and bra and started licking and nipping at your adorable tits, making you almost scream in delight.
With every snap of his hips, you were closer and closer, and then it hit you, like a giant and crashing wave, your body pulsated and clenched around him, almost possessively. Remus groaned at the feeling, so he kept pounding. “Where do you want me? Bunny.” He inquired, hoarsely, biting his lip and kissing your breast, trying to hold himself until you spoke.
After a few tries and a few incoherences being babbled, you managed to look at him and cupped his face with shaky hands, the most life-changing orgasm still possessing your body. “I—Inside me, please.”
“You sure?” And this time you breathed a tired yes and it was the end of him.
Being filled to the brim by your favourite professor was a new feeling you were now addicted to.
Helping you get dressed, sitting you on his lap, kissing your face, complimenting the way you took him so well, like such a good girl. You finally returned to a normal state of mind, legs still sore but with a stupid lovesick smirk, he had never seen in a person. Before leaving his classroom, you felt how his cum rolled down your thigh, making you bite your lip, turning back to see how he was tucking your white underwear into one of his drawers. “Go to Minnie’s office, loser, I’ll be waiting for you here after dinner.” Blowing him a kiss, you giggled.
Maybe being a loser wasn’t that bad
Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. I appreciate any feedback!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚
summary — your professor finds your (sex) bucket list. he’s intent on helping you check every item off the list.
warnings — reader is of age, park sex (late at night lol), pretty much tipsy sex, thigh riding, light daddy kink, pet names, mentions of anal and lots of dirty stuff.
word count — 2.0k
author’s note — am i mourning my dog and coping with it by being a whore? who would’ve thought
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Of fucking course shit like this would happen to you.
It was harmless— at first— you didn’t mean for it to get lost in the bottom of your book-bag, nor for it to get lost at any point.
You had done it with your friends a few months ago, a drunken night full of giggles and dumb actions as you scribbled a bucket list for the year, more specifically, a sex bucket list.
And it was only your luck that let it get lost, in your college out of all places! Your name was embedded on the bottom with a wonky heart on it for fuck’s sake. Anyone could find it and ridicule you in front of your peers.
“God, fuck! Why does this happen to me?” You grunt, keeping your beady eyes on the floor in search for the red-ink scribbled parchment.
Your friend sighs on your right, “relax, babe, what’s the worst that could happen?” She shrugs; you straighten up, feigning a wondering gaze, “Hm, I don’t know, someone might find out that I like it in the ass with my hands behind my back! This could fuck up my scholarship.”
She gives you a tight-lipped smile, “yeah I hadn’t thought about that— but come on, y/n, we can’t be stressing about this the whole day, I’m pretty sure it got lost in the garbage when the cleaning staff cleared up the hallways. Relax, okay?” She puts her hands on your shoulders, stopping your sauntering.
You take a deep breath, letting your lids flutter shut, following your friend’s instructed breathing.
It’s fine, not even that big of a deal y/n, as long as it’s not in any of the professor’s— or gossiper’s— hands, you’re good, you repeat to yourself, peeling your eyes back open, burying the anxiousness of your lost list in the back of your head.
——
Remus runs a hand over his unruly hair, blinking the exhaustion off his eyes, which roam over the empty classroom, he cringes at the state of it— weird angled desks, clumped papers and an ungodly amount of bubble gum wrapper.
He checks his watch, puffing an air of relief when he realizes he’s done for the day.
The old, snappy chair beneath him squeaks when he stands up, collecting most of the papers on his desk and tucking them neatly on his bag, which hurts his shoulder as he swings it on, even with his 190 pound of muscle strength. Greeting the doors of elderly, he thinks; as his friend, Sirius, would say.
As he makes a path to the door, a crunch is heard under the sole of his shoe, and Remus steps back slightly to inspect the paper, bending down to pick it up and get a closer look of the sloppy writing.
“Huh,” his brows plunge, reading, bucket list for senior year!, in bloody ink, it’s then when his eyes round to the size of caps as he makes out the listicles.
1. fuck in a risky place!!!
2. have oral sex in handcuffs
3. three’s a crowd ;)
4. take it in the ass for once and for all
5. get overstimulated with toys
6. try temperature play
And so on, he squints at the neatness of “y/n” written at the bottom, and his cock strains in his jeans almost immediately.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” he grunts, throwing his head back in exasperation. “These kids- fuck,” his hands are over his face, and he shoves the paper in his bag in a hassle, stomping his way out.
——
“I fucking hate these streets couldn’t have we ordered a cab or something?” You seethe, hugging your jacket closer to your body, goosebumps puckering in your legs.
Your friend tuts, skipping through the empty road. “Shush, y/n we’ll be fine— and look there’s the park! Allister must be there, let’s go!”
You groan, trotting behind her grumpily, already dreading the feeling of third wheeling.
A good twenty minutes pass by, and you grow bored of lightly kicking the pebbles on the ground, your friend’s joyous laugh booming in your ears besides you; she has tried to make you join the conversation multiple times, though you realize she might tell you’re not exactly delighted to be apart of it.
“I’m going for a walk,” you announce, dismissing their goodbyes as your hands bury in your coat’s pockets.
The air that leaves your nose is visible in the dim lighting of the street.
You’ve only walked about five minutes when a bench hits the corner of your eyes, and you turn your head in it’s direction, immediately recognizing the profile of the figure looming over said seat.
“Professor!” You beam, throwing him an overly excited wave.
His lips quirk, and you flush at the intimacy of it. “Evening, miss y/l/n.”
You plop down next to him with a phew, swinging your feet over the grass. “I never thought I’d see you out of class,” you confess.
He hums, “how come?”
Your shoulders lift in a shrug, “You seem sort of closed off— not that that’s bad!” You quickly amend, flushing at Remus’ chuckle of it’s fine.
A calm quietude settles over you both, that’s until you start speaking again, unable to stop the rapid beating of your heart whenever your professor was around you; especially this close.
Everyone seemed to know about your little crush on professor Lupin. His dashing looks making you one of many other students who crushed just as hard on the tall man.
Though you suspected Remus himself knew about your secret infatuation, hence why his cocky ass took every chance he got in teasing you; yet he kept it professional, most of the time.
You talked for what seemed to be hours, getting lost in each other’s newly found knowledge of the other’s life. And maybe, just maybe, you pulled out the flask of alcohol hidden in your coat, taking it as a cheer for making a new friend— though he assured you you were always friends. You didn’t believe him.
The conversations escalated, each sentence bolder than the other, the brush of his fingers on your bare legs were now not so innocent. You blamed it on the tipsiness.
“Y’know, somehow-“ he cocks his head, pulling a wrinkled paper from his pocket, “- this little thing has gotten in my possession,” you gasp, eyes rounding in embarrassment, “and I can promise you I’ll make you see starts every time we check an item off it.”
You sputter, “prof— Remus… this is not— it isn’t really appropriate!”
He chuckles, throwing you a bored look, “are we really gonna start talking about what’s appropriate or not, sweet pea?”
Heat builds in your core, and your brain short-circuits when he slides closer, hefty thigh rubbing your quivering one. “Give me the fucking word and I’ll fuck you right here where everyone can see, baby, just say it,” he growls, dark eyes piercing into yours.
Your sex pounds, and your mind tells you you’ll regret this, but your body is one hell of a traitor anyway.
“Y-yes,” you whimper.
His eyes pool with desire, “atta girl.”
Your professor wastes no time to clash his mouth with yours, swallowing every whine you release as you climb onto his lap, skirt riding up in the midst of the intense lip-lock.
His jean-clad thigh is in line with your sopping pussy, and you unconsciously grind onto the rippling muscle when he folds your bottom lip between his teeth, coaxing a low moan from you. “P-please,” you pant, “I want it.”
“Yeah? Want me to bury my cock in that sweet cunt, babydoll?” He teases, palming at your hips and grinding you down on his flexed thigh, making a shudder run through you.
Your mind swims in ecstasy, and you’re afraid your eyes might get stuck from how hard they roll back every time your clit buzzes against him.
Low chants of his name leaves your lips like a mantra, and your hips strain from how hard you try to fuck yourself on him.
You can see the bulge in his pants, stiff cock begging to be released and absolutely fucking ruin you.
His hands fly to his zipper, and your mouth waters when the thick head drools with pre-cum. “So big,” you sigh dreamily.
He smirks, “poor thing, you’re already all baby brained, huh?”
You nod mindlessly, reaching for the hard girth. “Daddy,” you mewl, looking back at him just in time to see the glint of hunger in his hues at the nickname. “Please fuck me,” you practically wail, rocking harder against his thigh.
“Fuck this, we don’t have much time,” he grunts, bunching up your skirt as you hurriedly position yourself in line with his weeping cock, your slick gushing past your folds and drenching him.
With the mix of numbing senses into one and your desperation for Remus, you slid down in blind submission, immediately hissing at the unfamiliar burn of the stretch.
You choked on your moans, gaze growing wet as the brunette death-gripped your hips, preventing you from lowering down further.
“God, baby,” his head is thrown back, “had to let me stretch you out first— poor cunt’s too small for my cock, princess.”
Your brows knit, and you sniffle before speaking, “needed you so bad, daddy.”
His hands gentle on you, “I know, baby- go ahead then, bounce on daddy’s cock like the little slut you are,” his voice lowered, gaze dropping to the gushing mess between you both. Your aching pussy taking him whole as juices rimmed his cockbase.
“That’s a good girl,” he purrs, bringing your head to rest on his shoulders— an attempt at muffling your cries.
Remus’ thrust weren’t holding back, his tip kissing your sweet spot every fucking time, you were sure there was some drool on his shirt by now.
His cock hammers your insides, your knuckles turn white from how hard they fist on his shirt.
“Yes, daddy, yes!” you whine, voice cloaked.
Skin slapping against skin fills your ears, and your clit drums at the neglection it receives.
Remus seems to read your mind, twirling his thick digits over your swollen button, your cunt tightens around him as a thanks.
Every roll of his hips send you to heaven, stars dotting your vision from how hard the knot in your stomach tightens.
Just like you, his balls swell and draw up, begging your pussy to milk him dry already.
“God you’re squeezing me like a fucking vice, doll,” he grunts, a throaty moan escaping him as your walls flutter at the compliment. “Gonna make me cum deep inside you, have you fucking leaking down those thighs,” he says, grabbing your face and going in for a rough kiss, swallowing each other’s wails of pleasure at the sensation of your ears ringing, breasts tightening and muscles flexing.
“I’m cumming, fuck!” you hiss, feeling the pressure build between your legs like too much steam in a glass jar.
Remus’ breath were labored, cock thickening even more than possible inside you and ropes of cum landing on your inner walls as he groaned, grabbing at the fat of your ass that rested on his thighs.
Silence settles over you both like a warm blanket once again, and it’s when you’re dozing off from bliss that Remus speaks once again, “baby- aren’t those your friends?”
You immediately jolt awake, quickly scooting off him with a grimace at the emptiness, looking over your shoulder to in fact— see two blurred figures making their way to your bench, and you pray that they can’t see anyone’s faces.
“Shit! I gotta go!” you whisper-yell, smoothing two sweaty hands over your skirt. “Uhm,” you gulp, “that was great and uh- can I have m-my list back… please?”
Your professor gives you a cat-like smile, simply responding a, “no.”
Your brows furrow, “what?”
“You can’t have it back, but don’t worry,” he stands up, tucking his softening cock back in his pants. “I’ll make sure we check every item off by the end of the year— and I guess fucking in a risky place is blacked out, huh?”
You blink, watching as he walks away with your list of shame still in his hands. Fully bent on getting everything checked out from it.
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part two
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Warnings : dom/sub roles *not explicit(?)* (dom!remus + sub!reader); fingering; pet names; reader is of ageee; innocent reader; unedited.
Word Count : ~1k (generous)
A/N : idk why but i’ve been wanting to write this kind of prompt for a bit + this is the longest thing i’ve written in a long time + this has been sitting on my drafts for fucking forever
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“Professor?” You asked as you walked into his office. It was nearing the end of his open office hours and you had a few questions about the upcoming test.
“Y/N?” Professor Lupin replied, almost surprised, as you stepped foot in his office.
“Am I too late?” You asked, nervous, playing with the hem of your skirt. You had changed into a small black miniskirt and button up, for lounge, and now as you played with the fabric you realized how revealing you had become.
“No, not at all,” Professor Lupin said slowly, looking your attire over before blinking and turning to file some papers. “Go ahead and sit at my desk. I just need to finish this one thing.”
You nodded as you sat, placing your hands neatly in your lap as you waited.
Lupin, unbeknownst to you, leaned against his office door simply staring at your figure. It was wrong, he knew that, to think of you so fondly. In a manner more lustful than he should. You were his student for fuck’s sake. However, as you sat innocently at his desk, he could feel a pounding in his head.
“Professor?” You asked confused, turning your head to face him.
“Right, sorry,” he replied, pressing down the ends of his coat before sitting at his desk. “What did you need?”
“I just had questions about the test that’s coming up.”
He hummed in response.
“Like for uhm- on the second page of the review sheet about the- the dementors-“ You stuttered, your words barely falling into sentences. You felt. . .queasy. . . and you couldn’t figure out why.
“Yes?”
“I-“ you muttered before suddenly pushing yourself up from your chair, exclaiming, “I should go.”
“Why?” He asked, standing up as well, towering over you. You swallowed as he quirked a brow.
“I feel a bit- I’m not sure my stomach hurts and I can’t stop shaking-“ you rambled, getting lost as you looked up to try and meet Professor Lupin’s gaze. “I think I might be a bit tense…?”
You didn’t know how to explain the knot in your stomach and heat in your cheeks into words. All you could do was ogle upwards and bite the inside of your cheek.
“Tense?” He asked as he walked around his desk to you. He squinted his eyes down at you before gently sliding his palm from your hips to the dip in your waist. “Does this make it any better?”
“I don’t-“ You mumbled, startled, looking to and from his hand and eyes.
“Or this?” He continued, sliding his hand up the side of your body to right beneath your breasts.
“I’m not-“ You began shallowly, leaning your body into his grasp, letting your eyes fall close before forcing yourself to open them.
“If you want me stop. . .” he whispered breathily into your ear while moving his hand so his fingers pressed up against the waistband of your miniskirt. “. . .say it.”
You let your eyes flutter up to meet his, a soft moan escaping your lips before mumbling, “Please don’t stop,”
“Good girl,” he grinned before sliding his fingers into your skirt. Feeling the warmth of his fingers against your bare skin sent shivers down your spine.
You took a sharp inhale as you felt his fingers push up into your slick folds. Your body throbbed in his grasp, trembling as he pumped your heat.
“Oh my-“ you whimpered as the tight feeling in your stomach worsened.
“You like that pretty girl?” He smirked, using his other hand to hold up your chin, watching your facial reactions as you unraveled.
“Yes, professor-“
“Remus,” he corrected darkly, squeezing your cheeks and abruptly stopping his moving hand. He watched with narrowed eyes as you unconsciously rubbed your things together for the slightest bit of action.
“Remus,” you whispered back, eyes pleading him to go back to fingering you. And as soon as he did you let out a pleasurable sigh before screaming as the coil in your stomach yanked at its chain.
“Mhm, I know you like it,” Remus snickered as he moved his hand from propping up your chin down to your collarbone. He pulled back the collar of you button up and slowly licked up your neck, placing a delicate kiss behind your earlobe that tipped off the weight.
“My stomach- it-“ you tried to explain as you sight went out, seeing stars, and you could feel as your eyes rolled back.
“That’s right, poppet, make a mess on my fingers.”
And that’s all it took for your body to collapse in his arms, the knot in your stomach unraveling at the speed of your juices dropping down your thigh.
The blurry haze lingered but you’d never felt more unrestrained. Your heart pounded as you stared glossy eyed up at Remus, waiting for instruction on what to do next.
“Open,” Remus ordered, pulling his fingers out from your slick cunt, and placing them gently between your lips. His eyes gleamed as you sucked on your own cum.
Your tongue swirled around his fingers, it tasted strange, but you couldn’t stop, not when he was looking down at you like that.
“Feel better now?” Remus asked condescendingly as he brought his fingers from your wet mouth to his.
summary: after slightly misbehaving in class, remus teaches you a lesson
warnings: dom!remus, kinda mean!remus, teacher x student, age gap (legal), degrading, a bit of praise, oral (f!recieving), penetration, creampie, everything is consensual!
word count: 1.5k
The day you set eyes on Professor Lupin, you had a thing for him. It was the first day of term and you were sat amongst your friends, chatting away about the things you wanted to do this term, when Dumbledore announced the new Defense teacher.
You took your eyes away from your friends and towards the top of the hall, your breath hitching when you saw him. He was beautiful. Everything about him, even the scars painting his face, was perfect.
You wanted him.
It was a nice day, the weather was clear for once and just about everyone was in a good mood. Apart from you. You couldn't exactly pinpoint why you were in such an annoyed state, but everything about today was just awful.
Everybody's head snapped towards you when you threw open the classroom door, some even jumping at the sudden noise. Professor Remus gave you a stern look with a hint of concern but nonetheless let you sit down in your seat.
You practically chucked your bag onto the floor beside you, putting down your books on the table with some force. Lupin huffed, looking up at you from his desk, "Miss Y/L/N, you wanna tell me why you're in such a foul mood?"
"M'fine," you replied, taking out your quill. Lupin shook his head, leaning back in his seat slightly, "Well of you're fine then you can surely go about the rest of this lesson without disturbing the class, hm?"
You nodded, stiffling a snarky response and tapping your foot against the floor in annoyance. Rolling his eyes, Lupin pushed himself out of his chair, walking over to the chalkboard on the left side of the room to begin his lesson.
Around an hour later, the class had come to an end. The sound of scraping chairs and shuffling paper filled the room, almost drowning out Lupin's voice, "I want that essay done by next week," he called, "Oh and Miss Y/L/N, could you stay after class?"
You flushed red, embrassed that you had actually been asked to stay after class. Surely your behaviour hadn't been that bad? You looked up at him, nodding, "Sure,"
Soon enough, the classroom was void of people apart from you and Lupin. He leant against his desk, folding his arms and looking down at you slightly, "You gonna tell me why you behaved like that today?" he asked, his tone stern.
Your voice was small, clearly intimidated by the man in front of you, "Like- like what?"
"Like such a fucking brat," he spat, his choice of words making you blush. You froze, had he really just called you a brat? Surely he wouldn't be speaking in that manner if he didn't mean that.
"Professor-" you stammered, your cunt beginning to throb. "C'mere," he motioned towards him, cutting you off. You obeyed, getting up from your seat and walking towards him. When you got quite close, Lupin wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into him.
You were startled and his hand rested at your chin, tilting your head up towards him, "You think I don't know you like me? All the times I catch you staring at m'buldge, squeezing your thighs together," he leaned in closer, his voice almost a whisper, "The wet patches you leave behind on the seats,"
"Lupin.."
"Remus,"
"Remus," you looked into his eyes with your doe ones, "Please, just fuck me,"
Remus grinned before slamming his lips against your own, spinning you around so you were pressed against his desk. His hands grabbed at your thighs, signalling for your to jump up onto the oak.
"So obedient," he breathed when you broke away from the kiss, "Such a good fucking slut," You moaned at his words, feeling more slick build up in your panties. God, you couldn't wait for his head to be between your thighs.
As if he read your mind, Remus knelt down, pushing open your legs. The way he manhandled you had you squirming, his hands gripping at your hips to keep you still, "Desperate little thing," he tutted, giving your thigh a light slap before hooking his fingers around the wasitline of your panties.
A shaky breath of content rolled of your lips when the cool air hit your now exposed cunt, mixing well with the heat that was radiating from you. "Fuckin' soaked already," Remus grinned, looking up at you, "You really are a whore, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir," you responded, "Just for you,"
"Let's keep it that way," he gruffed before leaning forward, running his tongue down your glistening slit. You hummed in pleasure, the feeling of him like heaven, "Taste so good, darling, fuck," he muttered before diving in, licking and sucking at your clit.
You cried out, throwing your head back, "Fuck, Remus," you moaned, bucking your hips into his face. Remus growled into your cunt, his hands wrapped around your thighs to keep you in place. His pace was amazing, swapping from licking at your bundle of nerves to teasting your entrance. He knew exactly what to do to make you go crazy.
"Just like that, oh my-" you mewled, nails scratching at the desk below you. You had never felt pleasure like this; sure you had been eaten out before, but never like this. Every flick of his tongue brought you closer and closer to your high.
When your thighs began to tremble and you approached your orgasm, Remus pulled away, making you whimper in disappointment. "None of that," he smirked, getting up from his knees, "Don't wanna be needy now, do we?'
You frowned but shook your head, agreeing with him, "S-sorry, professor,"
"Atta girl," Remus winked, his hands working at unbuckling his belt, "Y'ready for my cock now, angel?"
"I always have been," you responded, spreading your legs impossibly further. Remus chuckled, pulling down his trousers to his mid-thigh along with his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. You gawked at his size, no fucking way. He had to be at least 8 inches, maybe even more- you had never taken anybody this big before.
"You sure it'll fit?" you asked, looking up at him with concern in your eyes. Remus nodded, tapping the head against your clit, "I'll make it fit, don't worry your little head about it,"
And just like that, he lined himself up at your entrance, making sure to coat the tip of his cock in your arousal before slowly pushing in. A whorish moan left your mouth at the intrusion, making Remus shush you, "Don't wanna- fuck- be caught now, do we?" he cooed, holding back his own moans.
You shook your head, holding your hand over your mouth to muffle your cries as Remus slowly pushed more of himself inside you, "Good girl, taking me so well," he groaned when he was fully inside you. The praise went straight to your head, and your cunt, and you clenched around him, forcing a moan from his lips, "Fuck, darling,"
After giving you a few moments to adjust to his size, he slowly dragged himself out before slamming back into you, his cock hitting your sweet spot perfectly. You whined as he set a strict pace, the sound of skin against skin and your muffled moans filling the room.
"Fuck it, I wanna hear you," Remus gruffed, hastily grabbing his wand and muttering a quick silencing spell. As soon as he uttered the incantation, you moved your hand, giving you the opportunity to cry out, "Remus, gods, you feel- feel so fucking good,"
"That's it, darling," he smirked, his hands grabbing at your hips so he could rut into you faster, "G'won, tell me how much of a whore you are for my cock,"
The way he talked to you could have made you cum alone, "Oh my- Remus, I love your cock so fucking much, love feeling you inside me-"
He cut you off with a sloppy kiss, it was messy, teeth clashing against eachother as his tongue pushed into your mouth, rubbing against yours. You pulled away, panting, "Fuck, I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum,"
"Go ahead, dove, cum all over my cock," he groaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy and out of rhythm as he approached his own orgasm, "Make sure you know who you belong to,"
With his words and his cock pounding in and out of you, you came. Hard. A loud string of moans rolled off your lips as you gushed around him, "Remus!"
The way you clenched around him as you came sent Remus over the edge and he stilled, burying into you up to the hilt as he released his load against your cervix, painting your walls white, "Oh my gods," he moaned, his forehead pressed against yours, "Feel so fucking good around m'cock, princess,"
After a few moments, he pulled out, his seed following and dripping down onto the floor below you both. He looked down, observing the way the white liquid gushed as your entrance pulsed uncontrollably, "Well isn't that a sight for sore eyes," he grinned, his eyes flicking back up to yours.
You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss, "Let's definately do this again," you muttered against his lips.
