#reader x lupin

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Remus Lupin x Reader: Never Let Me Go [Smut]

Synopsis: You comfort Remus during a particularly hard night before the full moon. Set about two months after being hired by Hogwarts with Remus to teach Charms in Flitwick’s absence.

The moon is a sliver away from being full. Severus had to take over your husband's class today, as Remus had been too unwell to get out of bed. Back in school, he had always tried his hardest to attend classes the days before and after his change, but as he grew older, he realized that this was simply not realistic, as it would only belabour his healing process. 

You had already discussed the cycle and the designated procedures with Snape, the only other person at Hogwarts who could do anything to help. He was reluctant to be the substitute, but eventually gave in for your sake. He claimed that Remus had better be grateful for him covering up and explaining to all the concerned students why Professor Lupin needed a cane once every month. You assured him you were both very grateful, and he left it alone.

You stare up at the moon, hearing the howl of a wolf far off in the Dark Forest. Even after all these years, you still wondered how Remus felt when he heard that sound. Drawing you out of your thoughts, you feel your husband shift in bed, and notice his restlessness. The proximity to the full moon means he's currently a mess-- even more so, arguably, than afterward.

"(y/n)..." he whispers, and turns his head. You realize his face is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and your heart aches.

The moon cycle is complicated for your husband, but you've had a long time to get used to it, and now, you recognize the signs. The week leading up to a full one, Remus is in a very hard stage, where he feels both stimulated and as if every bone in his body is crushing together.

"I'm here," you whisper back, careful not to speak too loudly. His hand finds yours, and he takes a gasp of air as his eyes flutter shut. You wish you could do something... but you can only stay with him, and comfort him when he needs you.

"I could certainly use some chocolate right now," he tries to joke, but winces. You chuckle a little.

"I'm afraid your teeth would practically snap if you tried to consume anything tougher than lemon sherbets right now, love."

He laughs, and presses his head against your shoulder. “Mm, even chewing sugar like that would be painful." He shifts again. "Ah... I'm..." he tries to say, face pained and teeth biting hard on his bottom lip. You understand.

"Do you need help with it, Remus?"

Sometimes he'll say no, not wanting to bother you... sometimes he'll say yes. He seems too restless to say no tonight, so you lean forward tentatively, placing your lips on his. He reciprocates, deepening the kiss until it's rough, both of your breath mingling between you two. He finally nods, and you reach down slowly, taking him in hand. He's painfully hard. When the moon approaches, the wolf is aching to let the animalistic urges free when you're around. Remus had insisted it wasn't your presence that caused him pain, but you knew it didn't exactly make it easier. 

You both learned the hard way once that Remus' human side couldn't tolerate what the wolf wanted during this stage. He once burst six blood vessels in his fingers trying to make love to you when you were both in your early twenties and this happened, so you've since learned better ways to appease the wolf as best you can while keeping Remus as comfortable as possible.

Swiping your thumb over the already wet head of his cock, you slick his length, and begin to stroke, up and down, twist, repeat, until he's moaning into your shoulder.

"You're wonderful... just wonderful, darling..." he grits out, and you kiss his forehead, trying to ignore your own arousal at the sight of him all worked up. His moans are high and breathy, with the occasional whimper of pain-- Remus hates how hungry he gets for your touch nearest the moon, but you assure him it's no bother to you to touch your husband as often as he wants.

Soon, you realize it's no use to ignore your own arousal, and begin to grind yourself against the bed as you take care of Remus' little problem.

Well... perhaps not so little, you smirk. Your husband is significantly above average, if you do say so yourself. Remus raises an eyebrow.

"And just what... are you... smirking about, darling?" he teases with the cheekiest grin he can manage, and you giggle.

"How large my husband is."

You know praise and dirty talk turn him on, and he groans, thrusting into your fist.

"T-tell me..."

"Remus, you're so big," you whisper in his ear, "All I think about when I pass you in your classroom is letting you have your way with me in the broom closet, spanking me and telling me what a bad girl I am."

"You are... such a naughty girl," he plays along, panting now with his eyes closed.

"And oh, Remus, sometimes I'll be alone in my classroom... and I'll remember that you're not far away, and I'll think of you bending me over the desk and eating me out."

"Oh (y/n)..." Remus breathes, cock throbbing.

"Do I taste good?"

"So lovely... oh..."

"Better than your beloved chocolate?"

He snorts. "I'd trade a million bars from Honeydukes just to taste you once, my love."

"Remus," you gasp at that comment, grinding your throbbing heat against the mattress, and he looks down, realizing what you're doing.

"Cheeky girl," he smiles, wincing a little, and you feel his hand snake down to take over.

"No," you murmur quickly, "When you're better. Remember last time?"

His face suddey changes, and he thinks for a moment. "Yes... blood vessels, hm..."

You both share a giggle, and Remus moans again, patting your arm.

"(y/n), I'm close."

"Good," you breathe, and stroke him a little faster. Both your moans fill up the chambers in the west tower of the castle, and you're grateful for the charm you put on the door in case Remus has a loud nightmare-- he's awakened more than one of the paintings in the hall before.

"I'm... oh," he pants, and suddenly, you feel the hot burst of cum run over your knuckles as your husband clutches his pillow with one hand and your arm with the other. Watching his moment of release hit him, messy hair plastered to his forehead, pushes you over as well, and you come hard against the bed, rocking your hips and moaning his name. Now that he's had some relief, you feel him nuzzle his tired body into your shoulder a little more, and you play with his hair.

"Better?"

He nods. "Thank you, my dear."

You lean down to press a kiss to his head. "I told you not to thank me. I do it out of love."

"What?" Remus smiles bashfully, "Wrap me up in a bundle of blankets when I should be teaching the bright young minds of the next wizarding generation, or jerk me off in the small hours of the night to quiet the great murderous beast inside me?"

You place your head atop his. "Well, when you put it that way, you sound like a right horror," you laugh, and he places a shaky, offended hand on his chest.

"Are you regretting the past 17 years already?"

"Perhaps I should have dated Sirius after all," you continue to tease.

"And spend your nights coughing up hairballs? Sounds absolutely delightful."

You slap his arm lightly, and you both lay together, chests rising and falling as you listen to the quiet sounds of the Great Lake outside, or the faint musings of a ghost that had taken a liking to your hallway.

"Mm, Remus Lupin... I wouldn't trade our life together for the world." After a couple of seconds of silence, you look down to find that your husband has fallen asleep on your shoulder, features peaceful at last. You smile, tug the blanket up a little more, hold Remus closer to you, and look back up at the moon.

[mcwerewolfblack]

Professor Lupin x Reader: Chance Meeting [Smut]

Synopsis: You miss the excursion to Hogsmeade with your fellow seventh years, but end up passing the time with your favourite professor instead. 

You stand on the bridge overlooking the river by Hogwarts, wishing you were down enjoying Hogsmeade with everyone else. You'd always wanted to visit the little town, but even in your seventh year now, you hadn't had the chance.

"Miss the pilgrimage?" a teasing voice asks behind you, and you turn. Professor Lupin... your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, who was more handsome than half of the boys in your year. You brush your hair aside over your robes, snuggling deeper into your scarf.

"Professor." He nods. "No, I'm afraid I couldn't go. Nobody to sign for me."

"Really," Remus remarks, coming to stand next to you. His eyes flicker over you, and he sighs. "No... guardians?"

"Well-- it's complicated. It wasn't that I couldn't get it signed, it was that my guardians wouldn't sign. Messy ordeal that was, trying to explain what it was for."

"Your parents must know you're a witch, surely," Remus says slowly.

"Oh, they know, yes. My situation at home is complicated." You wave a hand. "Anyway, it's fine. I'll find time to go to Hogsmeade at some point... maybe when the year is over."

"That's right. You're in your seventh year, am I correct?"

"Yes," you murmur, and turn to him. "I wish I could have had more time for classes with you, Professor Lupin. The truth is, I..." you look down. "I've developed something of an admiration for you."

"Yes, I've caught you staring once or twice," Remus smiles kindly, patting your hand, "But it happens to the best of us, my dear. I had a teacher I greatly idolized when I was in school here."

"Were they... smart?"

"Oh, very."

"Attractive?" you venture, hiking up your skirt a little. Remus looks down, and blinks, lips parting.

"I... fear I forgot something back in the castle, I've must--"

"Professor," you let your skirt fall, taking his wrist, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make things uncomfortable for you."

He looks down at your leg again, swallowing. "I know." He settles back into his leaning position. He rubs a hand through his messy hair, and sighs. "Feelings are terribly untidy things, aren't they?"

"They are," you agree, "You see, my admiration for you goes beyond respect for your teaching. I see you up there, sir, and all I can think about is you..." You look up at him, doe eyes blinking. He hasn't stopped you yet, but you don't know if you should continue. You'd already apologized...

Oh, but he was so close to you right now, mere inches, and self control was not an option anymore.

"...You, having your way with me." His shocked expression gives you more confidence to finish your confession. "When you saw me staring at you, could you see my wand under my desk, rubbing just barely up my skirt as I thought of you?"

"I think it would be best if I left you now," Remus repeats gently, turning and beginning to walk away, but you put a hand on his shoulder. At the contact, he turns back, and you look down.

"Sir... stay with me. Please. I can't help it-- it's all I think about."

You look so desperate, and his face softens. Looking down at you, he places both hands on your shoulders.

"You will always find you are welcome in my classroom, Miss (y/l/n). You must know that."

You look up into his amber eyes, and press your lips to his. His eyes close, and he takes your face in his hands, moaning slightly. You moan as well, feeling him sweep his tongue into your mouth. You smile through the kiss. You're snogging a teacher... and he's loving it.

Soon, he breaks off, and breathes out. "This is... not alright, this is incredibly inappropriate, I shouldn't have done that."

"It was perfectly fine," you say, "I'm an adult."

"But you're still my student. I can't have relations with a student, it would not be fair to you. Oh, what possessed me to do such a thing? Take advantage of you like that..."

"You're not," you affirm, taking both of his hands, "Professor Lupin. I need you." He looks at your for a second, then he shakes his head.

"You do not need me," he tells you softly, "I am twice your age, and you will regret it if we do what you are suggesting."

"Sir," you moan, reaching to tug your scarf off. His eyes fall down to your cleavage, and suddenly, he's tongue tied. "Please."

The repetition of the word snaps something inside of him, and he finally resigns himself to picking you up, holding you against the beam of the bridge. Pressing your lips together again, you smile as Remus reaches up your skirt, brushing your panties aside to feel how wet you are for him.

He quickly undoes his trousers, and you part your legs for him even more, your cunt already throbbing for him. You nearly moan as you see how big he is, and scoot your hips further forward, wrapping your legs around him. He holds you against the beam as he checks both ways to make sure no one is coming or can see. Then you put your arm around his neck and draw him down to your lips, capturing his and giving him the longest, sweetest kiss you'd ever given anyone. He pulls away breathless, and you blink up innocently.

"Sir... please fuck me."

He lets out a breath, and thrusts his hips forward, unable to resist your pheromones. His belt jangles as he thrusts in again, your mouth dropping as he stretches you perfectly.

"Professor!" you moan, rocking your hips down as he begins to move faster.

"I'm... afraid I'm close," he announces, almost in embarrassment, and you smile, holding onto him as you rock harder down, squeezing your pussy around his big, hard cock.

"You're so handsome, sir," you whisper, tilting your head back in a loud groan.

"You're gorgeous, my dear," he mutters, holding your neck so that you don't fall back, and suddenly, Remus thrusts perfectly, catching your g-spot and sending your orgasm burning through you.

"Ahhh, Professor Lupin!" you cry out, arching your back, and he curses, stalling as he cums inside of your clenching pussy.

When both of you have finished, Professor Lupin pulls out, and takes out a handkerchief, blushing.

"Sorry for the mess..." he says, attempting to clean your thighs, and you bite your lip.

"If you keep your hands there, I might just need another fuck."

He quickly looks at you, unable to stop blushing. "I... don't quite know what to do about this," he admits.

"A change of trousers may be--"

"You know what I mean, Miss (y/l/n)," he sighs, "You see... this violates every one of the rules in my code of ethics, when it comes to teaching. I've taken advantage of you in a moment of quiet reflection, and--"

"Remus," you cut in, "There's nothing you've done that I didn't want."

He hugs his cloak tighter to him, keeping the chill out. "Truly?" You nod, and smile as he takes your hand. "Then let's be on our way back to the castle now, my dear, where it's warm. Perhaps I can have the kitchen elves whip you up some butterbeer, to make up for what you would have had in town. They know my name in the Hogwarts kitchens, oh, very well from when I attended school here."

You follow him with a smile. This was better than an excursion to Hogsmeade.

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Professor Lupin x Reader: Caught [Smut]

Remus has your hands pinned above your head, covering you with his body as he thrusts into you. You struggle against the hold, but to your delight, you can't get anywhere, his strength unparalleled by your smaller body.

"Professor... mmm, yes!"

"Ahh, that's brilliant darling, so good for me, that's just wonderful, yes..." The bed creaks underneath the two of you, Remus' hard, fast thrusts making the rickety old thing groan and protest.

"Remus!"

You gasp out his name as you come, clutching onto his back. Your name falls from his lips as well, the DADA prof pressing soft kisses to your chest and neck as you come down and he chases his climax.

You hear a soft knocking at the door to his private chambers. Lupin is about to call out to whoever it was to wait, but his sudden orgasm renders him speechless, garnering another knock.

"C-coming..." he eventually wheezes out, hips stuttering as his cum leaks out of you, and you giggle, leaning up to bite his ear.

"Think you just did, love."

He chuckles, going in for another kiss, but his name is called.

"Professor Lupin? Are you in there?"

It's Professor McGonagall. 

Remus quickly clears his throat. "Just one moment! I'm just... getting... my... housecoat on..." He jumps out of bed naked, and you smirk.

"You've got a sexy arse!" you hiss, mimicking a silent wolf whistle.

"That," Remus points at you, eyebrows raised, "Is inappropriate."

You giggle into your hand, and hide under his huge four poster bed with a big fluffy blanket around your naked shoulders. Remus composes himself, fixes his hair, takes a deep breath, and opens the door. 

"Minerva." 

"Good evening, professor," McGonagall says, apology in her tone, "I deeply regret disturbing you at this hour, but... I am in desperate need of your help."

Remus stuffs his hands in his pockets. "What seems to be the matter?"

"There's a student out of bed. Professor Snape is busy dealing with Potter being found in the library, and he can't very well deal with this one at the same time."

"I see. And... who is this disobedient student?" Remus asks, playfulness already in his tone. You both know the answer.

"She's a seventh year (y/house). Kind soul, very bright..."

"Ah yes. (y/n) (y/l/n). She's one of my best." Remus' voice raises intentionally at that one, and you smile under the bed at the compliment.

"One of mine too," McGonagall nods, "She’s normally such a model student. I have not the faintest idea as to why she's out of bed so late."

"Nor do I, but I'm certain it's a good reason." You can just hear his smirk, and his smugness makes your breath hitch and your pussy ache for another rough round.

"Mm. You don't think..." Minerva suddenly looks troubled.

"...What?" Remus frowns, inclining his head.

"You don't think she was canoodling with Mr. Potter in the library, and Severus has found them both... eh...?"

"What an idea," Remus smiles broadly, "They just might be." You stifle a giggle under the bed. You and Harry? Never-- you didn't want to steal Cedric's boyfriend.

"You know, Mr. Potter does go after the smart ones," McGonagall continues. Remus cocks his head, leaning against his door frame.

"As I recall hearing from the boy himself, Mr. Potter is in a relationship with Cedric Diggory, isn't he? That lad's not the brightest pumpkin in the patch, though he makes up for it in heart."

"He is a Hufflepuff," McGonagall murmurs under her breath, "But a good one, too. About time Potter had a good influence. I was beginning to worry he would end up with Draco Malfoy."

"Good lord, let's hope not," Remus chuckles, "That would be the power couple of armageddon." He sighs, patting the door frame. "Very well then. Better be off on the hunt." 

McGonagall puts a hand on Remus' arm. "Thank you, Remus."

"Oh, anything for my favourite professor."

Once he says goodbye, Remus turns casually on his heel, hands still in his pockets as he whistles to himself. "You can come out now, Miss (y/l/n)." You scramble out, and Remus looks you over. "Gorgeous."

You snort, realizing you're still naked, and grab your school robes. "Are you ogling me, sir?" you ask, taking false offence, and he considers this.

"I think so, yes."

"Stop it this instant," you chastise, "That gaze is what got us into trouble in the first place. Hermione almost found us out in the middle of class, you looking at me like a hungry beast!" You get your robes on, and string your tie around your neck, letting it fall undone between your breasts. Remus eyes what he can see of them under your uniform with an enamoured gaze. You had come here directly from class after another "detention" that had lasted far into the night, so you hadn't had time to change. 

He suddenly puts his hands on your shoulders, and sits you back down on the edge of the bed, kneeling between your legs. He's not finished with you quite yet.

"May I?" 

Glancing up at you tentatively, he asks, and you nod in silent permission. He brushes the robes back off your shoulders for just a moment, the smooth skin of his thumb barely grazing your collarbone. You shiver, and his eyes flicker up to you. You can see the mischief in them, but you can also see the honesty. Remus isn't a very open man in general, but he had shared a lot more than his body with you. At the beginning of the year, you had just been determined to have some fun in your last year with whatever teacher responded the fastest to your flirtations-- "go out with a bang" as Fred and George put it-- but once things clicked with Remus, you had found something you weren't expecting.

"Beautiful," he praises against your chest, and your fingers find their way to the back of his neck, carding gently up and down and raising the hair there, and a few scars from last week’s full moon. You knew his secret. You were the only student who did, and you would take it to the grave with you.

His eyes close, and you arch your back as he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking slowly. Your hair falls back, and you let out a soft, strangled moan as his tongue plays with your breast, dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin to light your body up. He moves on to the next one, and as he's sucking gently and pressing kisses between your breasts, his fingers trace your stomach down to your pussy, which is now clenching to be filled again, clit throbbing from the stimulation.

You exhale, and Remus parts your folds, inserting two long fingers in slowly and gently curving them upward.

"Ah," you fall forward, pushing your breasts further into his face, and he inhales sharply, drawing out his fingers and pumping them back in. He nibbles your left breast before pressing kisses down to where his fingers are, and you feel his tongue begin to circle your bud. Your fingers thread through his hair, and he continues to stimulate you, fingering you and licking until your whole body shudders, over-sensitive from your first orgasm as this one rocks through you. Remus smirks up at you, and you kiss his cheek.

"Thank you." 

Remus stands, offering his hand to you to stand as well as you shrug your robes back on, for good this time.

"My pleasure. Well then-- better scurry off to bed," he finally whispers conspiratorially, "Don't want me to find you violating curfew."

"What would you do if you did?" you tease.

"I think we both know the answer to that." With this, he opens a drawer, placing a square of chocolate between your open lips. "Eat that, it'll help you sleep better." He kisses your lips, and then your forehead. "Goodnight, my dear."

As you smile and hurry off down the dark hall, you hear Remus mutter a Lumos and begin to "search" for you.

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Study Partners

Can you do a reader X Remus Lupin one shot? Please (:

This is my first reader insert, so I’m sorry if it’s subpar compared to other things I’ve written! Hope you enjoy!

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“Hey, (y/n)! Wait up.”

I stop and turn to look at the familiar voice calling to me- Remus Lupin.

“Yes?” I stopped, hiding a small smile. I knew what he was going to ask. Everyday after History of Magic Remus asked me to study with him. Truthfully, I needed the help, but it was frustrating because he already knew everything. I mean, EVERYTHING.

“D’you wanna go to the library and work on this essay together? It’s such a long one…” He trailed off, stopping beside me.

“I suppose so, I haven’t got much else to do.”

Remus couldn’t hide his smile as we went to the library. Truth be told, I couldn’t either. It was getting harder to hide my feelings for Remus, but he seemed to only enjoy my company as his friend. That was fine, really, but it was upsetting. Of course, unrequited love always is.

Our table in the library was in a very quiet corner, out of the way from everyone else. It was nice for studying, and a good spot to stay focused on all of the ridiculous essays Professor Binns handed out. I spread my books and parchment over the table, taking a seat next to Remus.

I went over the assignment again, going to the correct chapter in the book. I let out a sigh, shaking my head.

“There’s so much, I just can’t focus on it right now. Could we maybe do this tomorrow?” I asked, looking over towards Remus. He had part of a chocolate bar unwrapped and gave me a very innocent look, giving a small shrug.

“I figured it would be easier with it fresh in our minds, but whatever works for you. We could always do something else, I know that James, Sirius, and Peter are all busy for the next couple of hours,” he mumbled, running a hand back through his hair.

I bit my tongue, feeling a bit guilty. He obviously enjoyed the time we spent in the library together, and while I did too, History of Magic was not my favorite subject, or Remus’s, but he was good at it.

“I actually do have a question,” I stated, turning to face him. “You always ask me to come help you, so we can study together, but you always know what you’re talking about. It’s me who needs the help, really.”

“I just thought maybe if we did things together, it would be easier. You always give me a new perspective on assignments,” Remus mumbled.

“You just always know what we’re doing, while I’m lost. You do far more to help me than I do to help you.”

“God, (y/n), it’s because I like you. You’re just…”

I tuned Remus out, not being able to process what he had just told me. He likes me? Like I like him?

“Remus, I…”

He was still rambling, a small blush on his cheeks. It was really cute, seeing him so flustered.

“Remus, I like you too. Like, a lot!” I stated, quickly lowering my voice before the whole library heard.

He stopped and broke out into a grin. The cutest grin I’ve ever seen in my whole life.

“Why didn’t you say something, (y/n)?”

“I just didn’t think you felt the same….”

“Why else would I ask you to study subjects I already know?” He teased, shaking his head. “C’mon, let’s go do something more fun than this. We can work on this later.”

I smiled. That was the best news I had heard all day.