#remus lupin x student reader

[grangerhater]

A GAME OF TABOO

pairing: professor!Remus Lupin x student!reader

synopsis: it’s against the school principles but it’s just for a night right?

smut

warning: plot, teacher-student relationship, they are both two consenting adults, p in v penetration, nick names “daddy” and “baby” once or twice, spanking

The rain poured heavily outside as Y/N hurriedly made her way through the hallways of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was her last year at the prestigious school, and despite the gloomy weather, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. Today was the day she would meet her new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Remus Lupin.

As Y/N entered the classroom, a warm, inviting atmosphere greeted her. The room was adorned with shelves filled with books, and the crackling fire in the fireplace emitted a comforting glow. Y/N's eyes scanned the room, finally landing on the figure standing by the blackboard.

Professor Lupin turned to face her, his eyes filled with kindness and warmth. He had a tired look about him, as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. But there was an air of wisdom and intelligence that made Y/N's heart skip a beat.

"Ah, Miss Y/L/N, I presume?" Professor Lupin greeted her with a gentle smile. "Please, come in. Take a seat."

Y/N nodded and took a seat at the front of the classroom, her heart fluttering nervously. As the other students filed in, Professor Lupin began the lesson, captivating the class with his vast knowledge and engaging teaching methods. Y/N found herself hanging onto every word, her fascination growing with each passing moment.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N found herself growing more and more infatuated with Professor Lupin. His calm and patient demeanor, combined with his intelligence, drew her in like a moth to a flame. Yet, she couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. It was wrong to have feelings for her teacher.

Throughout the lesson, Y/N found herself constantly stealing glances at Professor Lupin. His voice was soothing, lulling her into a sense of comfort as he explained the intricacies of the Patronus Charm. She admired the way he spoke, his words flowing effortlessly and captivating the entire class.

After class, Y/N lingered behind, pretending to gather her belongings as the other students filed out. She watched as Professor Lupin collected his papers, his brows furrowed in concentration. Summoning her courage, she approached his desk.

"Professor Lupin, I wanted to ask you something," Y/N began, her voice barely above a whisper.

He looked up, his eyes softening at the sight of her. "Of course, Y/N. What can I help you with?"

She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. "I... I was wondering if you could recommend any additional reading on the Patronus Charm. I find it fascinating and would love to learn more about it."

A smile spread across Professor Lupin's face as he reached for a nearby bookshelf, pulling out a worn, leather-bound book. "Ah, I have just the thing for you. This is an advanced text on the Patronus Charm. It delves into the theory behind it and provides numerous tips for successful casting. I believe you'll find it quite enlightening."

Y/N's eyes widened with gratitude as she accepted the book. "Thank you, Professor Lupin. I really appreciate it."

"It's my pleasure, Y/N. I am always here for you" he replied, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary.

Over the following weeks, Y/N found herself spending more and more time with Professor Lupin. They often engaged in deep discussions about various magical subjects, and their conversations would stretch into the night. Y/N cherished these moments, treasuring the connection she felt with him.

As the months passed, Y/N's feelings for Professor Lupin grew stronger and stronger. She found herself thinking about him constantly, and longing for his company. She couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt, knowing that a teacher-student relationship was taboo, but she couldn't deny her feelings.

One day, after class, well after curfew that is Y/N snuck out of the party that was held in her common room and drunkenly decided to take a chance and admit her feelings to Professor Lupin. She gathered her courage and knocked on his office door, her heart racing.

Unfortunately, her drunken confession came at the wrong time as Professor Lupin had just finished a particularly hard day of work and was resting in his office as he enjoyed his well-earned drink. He wasn't in the mood to entertain any conversations, let alone one with a drunken student, so he ignored the knock on the door and continued sipping on his drink, assuming that whoever it was outside the door would eventually get the hint and leave him alone. But she continued knocking on the door, oblivious to Lupin's intentions and wanting nothing more than to finally tell him how she really feels.

Lupin eventually got up and answered the door, immediately realizing that it was Y/N , and annoyed that this drunken adventure wasn't ending anytime soon. Despite his annoyance, Lupin was still fond of her and knew that she had been having a rough time lately, so he softened his demeanor and asked, "miss Y/N, what are you doing knocking on my door at this time of night?" she sheepishly looked down at her feet as she answered, "I-I wanted to tell you that I have feelings for you." Lupin's expression turned to one of confusion as he asked, "Is this some kind of joke?"

Y/N realized that she had to be serious if she wanted Lupin to take her seriously. She met Lupin's gaze and said in a determined tone, "No, this is no joke. I really do have feelings for you." Lupin's face softened further as he said, " I don't know what to say. I'm flattered, but we can't be together. I'm your professor, and-" she interrupted him, saying, "I'm not asking you to be my boyfriend, I just wanted you to know that I have real feelings for you."

Lupin looked at her, trying to figure out what to say next. He didn't want to hurt her feelings but at the same time, he couldn't ignore the fact that he had always been attracted to her. Eventually, he took a deep breath and said, "Listen Y/N… I can't act on any personal urges I may have for you. It's against school policy -and-"

Y/N interrupted him again as she stepped closer to him, putting her hands on his arms and leaning in closer. "So you're saying you're attracted to me too?"

Lupin felt his face blushing as the tension mounted between them. "I can't -", he began to say but was stopped as she leaned in closer to him, bringing her face close to his. Lupin couldn't ignore the fact that she was looking at him with such desire. He took a deep breath and said, "This is not the smartest thing either of us could do, but..”

He led her inside and locked the door behind them. He pushed her against the wall, eager to fulfill their unspoken desires. Y/N couldn't believe that her night of liquid courage had paid off, but she knew that she wanted Lupin more than anything in the world at that moment.

As Lupin kissed her with all the passion he had been suppressing for so long, her heart raced with emotion. She wrapped her arms around Lupin's neck and let him take control of the situation. Lupin gently pulled her robes off as he kissed her neck and began to explore her body. Despite his initial reservations, he couldn't deny that he wanted to be with Y/N in this moment. He moved his lips down to her neck, kissing and sucking gently as he made his way down her body. She let out a soft moan of pleasure as Lupin's lips brushed against her sensitive skin.

He continued to explore her body with his mouth, devouring her sensitive skin with his kisses. As his hands groped her curves, Y/N felt her pleasure grow and she responded by running her hands through Lupin's hair, pulling him closer and pressing herself against him. Lupin was feeling more aroused than he had in years and he finally forgot about his worries and concerns. His focus was now completely on the woman in his arms and the joy she was bringing him in this moment.

Lupin and Y/N’s passion intensified as they kissed and groped each other, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. Lupin knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he was beyond the point of worrying about rules or consequences. He wanted Y/N and he was going to have her no matter what. her moans of pleasure grew louder as Lupin increased the intensity of his kisses, running his hands over her body and squeezing her curves. Y/N was lost in a state of blissful pleasure that was overwhelming and she knew that she never wanted it to end

His hands moved down to Y/N's panties, pulling them off to reveal her wetness. He slid a finger inside her causing her to moan louder. Y/N reached down and unzipped Lupin's pants, freeing his hard member. She stroked him, making him groan in pleasure. Lupin positioned himself between her legs and entered her slowly at first, but then picking up speed. They moved together in perfect harmony, their passion intensifying with every thrust.

Lupin grabbed Y/N's hair and pulled it back, exposing her neck. He bit down on it leaving a mark. Y/N moaned in pleasure, the pain only adding to the pleasure Lupin's thrusts became rougher and more aggressive, making Y/N scream with pleasure. He spanked her ass, leaving it red and raw. They were both lost in a world of rough intense pleasure with nothing else mattering but the ecstasy they were feeling

Lupin continued to spank Y/N's ass, each hit sending waves of pleasure through her body. She begged for more, wanting to feel the pain and pleasure mix together. Lupin obliged, hitting her harder and harder until she was screaming in pleasure. He pulled out and flipped her over entering her from behind.

Lupin continued to thrust into Y/N, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She moaned and cried out calling him "daddy" in a moment of intense pleasure. Lupin's desire for her grew even stronger at the sound of the nickname, and he pounded into her harder and faster until they both reached the peak of ecstasy together.

He growled in pleasure as he continued to thrust into Y/N with rough, intense strokes "You like it rough, don't you, baby?" he asked his voice filled with desire. Y/N moaned in response, her body shaking with pleasure. "Yes, daddy," she replied, her voice filled with need. Lupin's thrusts became even rougher, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room

he whispered dirty words into her ear, telling her how much he wanted her and how he was going to make her come. Y/N's moans grew louder and more intense as he continued to pleasure her with his rough, skilled hands

Lupin continued to thrust into Y/N with rough, intense strokes until he finally reached his peak. Lupin's climax was intense, his body shaking with pleasure as he came inside her with a groan. They both collapsed onto the bed exhausted and satisfied with their experience. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing.

Lupin pulled Y/N close to him and whispered in her ear, "That was amazing, baby" Y/N smiled up at him, feeling content and satisfied. "Yes, it was," she replied, her voice filled with pleasure. They both knew that what they had just experienced was something special, something that they would never forget.

[smuttyazrael]

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.

[ms-snape]

Believe in me (Young!severus snapexreader)

Request: not arequest, but requests are opened, I really need to precise that cause I didn't receive any

Summary: Severus is in love with a close friend to the marauders

Warning: marauder's bully

Word count: 1457

Masterlist

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The Great Hall was alive with the raucous laughter and chatter of students. Long tables, laden with food, stretched beneath floating candles that flickered like stars against the enchanted ceiling. At the Gryffindor table, Y/N sat between Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, her laughter ringing clear as she recounted a story from their latest escapade.

“—and then James slipped right in front of Evans ! I thought he was going to fall right into the lake!” she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight. Sirius nudged her, grinning.

“Yeah, but you should’ve seen his face! Priceless!” he howled, slapping the table with a loud thud.

Across the hall, Severus Snape sat alone at the Slytherin table, his dark eyes shadowed by his long, greasy hair. He watched Y/N with a mix of admiration and longing, his heart aching. She was everything he wasn’t—bright, lively, and surrounded by friends. The Marauders, her closest companions, were notorious for their pranks and teasing, and Severus was their favorite target.

“Hey, Snivellus!” James Potter’s voice boomed across the hall, drawing the attention of nearby Gryffindors. Y/N’s laughter faltered as she turned to see what was happening. “What’s it like being the biggest loser in school?”

“Leave him alone, James,” Y/N said, her voice firm. She leaned forward, her brows knitting together in defiance. “He hasn’t done anything to you.”

James scoffed, and Sirius chimed in, “Oh come on, Y/N! It’s just a bit of fun. Besides, he enjoys it.”

Severus scowled, his hands curling into fists. He wanted to vanish under the table, but Y/N’s presence anchored him. She always defended him, even when it seemed hopeless.

“Fun for you, maybe,” she shot back, her cheeks flushing. “But it’s cruel. You’re just bullying him because he’s a Slytherin.”

“Yeah, and he’s a total creep,” Peter Pettigrew sneered, snickering at the end of the table.

“Enough!” Y/N’s voice cut through the noise like a knife. The hall quieted, and all eyes turned to her. “Severus is my friend. He doesn’t deserve this.”

“Your friend?” Sirius echoed, raising an eyebrow. “You can’t be serious. He’s practically a Death Eater in training!”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat at the accusation. “That’s not fair, and you know it! He’s not like that.”

“Then maybe he should stop acting like a weirdo,” James said, crossing his arms defiantly.

Severus felt the heat of shame wash over him. He wanted to defend himself, to yell back, but his voice was trapped in his throat. Instead, he turned away, focusing on the food in front of him, wishing he could disappear entirely.

Remus, who had been silent, finally spoke up. “Look, can we just drop it? Y/N is right. Severus hasn’t done anything to us. Can we not make someone feel terrible for no reason?”

Sirius rolled his eyes but shrugged. “Fine. Just thought we could use a little fun.”

Y/N shot Remus a grateful smile, and for a fleeting moment, Severus felt a flicker of hope. Maybe there was a chance for him, a chance to be more than just the outcast.

As the students resumed their chatter, Y/N caught Severus’s gaze. He looked away quickly, his heart racing. She was always kind to him, even when her friends were not. But the thought of her defending him only deepened his feelings, complicating everything.

After dinner, Y/N made her way toward the Slytherin common room, her heart pounding with each step. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she needed to talk to Severus, to understand him better. The Marauders had left her feeling unsettled, their casual cruelty gnawing at her conscience.

“Hey, Severus,” she called out softly as she approached him near a dimly lit corridor.

Severus looked up, surprised. “What do you want, Y/N?” His voice was a mix of curiosity and caution.

“I wanted to see if you were okay,” she said softly, stepping closer. “I’m sorry about how they treated you. They can be—”

“—insufferable?” Severus finished, his tone biting. “I know. But you don’t need to defend me. It won’t change anything.”

Y/N frowned, crossing her arms. “You deserve better than their bullying. You’re smarter than them, Severus. You know that.”

“Smart enough to be a target,” he muttered, his gaze dropping to the floor. “You don’t understand. They’ll never change. And neither will I.”

“Stop saying that!” Y/N exclaimed, frustration bubbling over. “You’re not a lost cause! You can be more than this.”

“What more can I be? A rejected Slytherin? The boy no one wants to be friends with?” he retorted, his voice rising. “You think I want to be in this position?”

Y/N took a step back, her heart aching at the pain in his voice. “I’m trying to help you. You don’t have to be alone, Severus.”

“Alone is all I’ve ever known,” he said, his voice cracking. “Why do you even care? You’re friends with them. You could be popular, happy—”

“I care because I see you!” she shouted, her cheeks flushed with emotion. “You’re not just some Slytherin. You’re smart, talented, and you’re my friend. I won’t let them treat you like this!”

Severus’s heart raced at her words, a mix of anger and something softer churning within him. “Y/N…”

Before he could finish, she took another step closer, her heart pounding. The world around them faded, and it was just the two of them in that narrow corridor. Without thinking, he leaned in, and their lips met in a tentative kiss.

It was electric—soft at first, then deepening as they both surrendered to the moment. Y/N’s hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer, while Severus’s hands rested on her waist, as if he were afraid she might disappear.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Y/N searched his eyes. “See? You’re not alone.”

Severus’s expression softened, the walls he'd built around his heart beginning to crumble. “But they’ll never accept us,” he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur.

“Then we’ll show them they’re wrong,” she said fiercely, determination shining in her eyes. “I won’t let them bully you, and I won’t let you push me away either.”

Severus nodded slowly, feeling a warmth spread through him. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

“Then don’t be,” Y/N replied softly. “We can face them together.”

As the tension faded, a new understanding blossomed between them. They stood in silence, caught in a moment of shared vulnerability, a fragile connection that promised to grow stronger.

Days passed, and the dynamic between Y/N and the Marauders shifted as well. While Sirius and James were still quick to tease, they hesitated to attack Severus in front of her. It was a small victory, but it felt monumental to Y/N. Remus remained a quiet support, often stepping in to diffuse tensions when things got too heated.

One afternoon, as the sun cast golden light across the grounds, Y/N and Severus found a quiet spot by the lake. The water shimmered like glass, and the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers.

“Do you ever wish things were different?” Y/N asked, her gaze fixed on the water.

“Every day,” Severus admitted, his voice heavy. “But I don’t know how to change.”

“You already have,” she said, turning to look at him. “You’re not just a Slytherin. You’re Severus Snape, and that’s enough.”

He met her gaze, searching for doubt but finding only sincerity. “What if they never accept me?”

“Then we’ll make our own path,” she said boldly. “We don’t need their approval.”

Severus’s heart swelled with emotion. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It’s not easy,” she admitted, her expression softening. “But it’s worth it.”

As they sat together, a comfortable silence enveloped them. The warm breeze rustled the leaves, and for the first time, Severus felt a sense of belonging—a feeling he had long thought impossible. He turned to Y/N, seeing her in a new light, not just as a friend but as someone who saw him for who he truly was.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, his voice filled with gratitude.

“For what?” she asked, tilting her head.

“For believing in me,” he replied, his heart racing. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Y/N smiled, and in that moment, everything seemed to fall into place. The weight of his insecurities began to lift, and for the first time, he dared to hope for a future where he wasn’t alone.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the lake, Severus took Y/N’s hand in his. It was a simple gesture, but it held a promise—of friendship, of understanding, and perhaps something more. They sat together, watching the sun sink below the horizon, feeling the world around them

[moonysbxtch0]

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Part 11: Denial

Pairing: Professor Lupin x reader

Summary: Things escalate quickly when Remus finds himself between two choices he’s not willing to make.

Warnings: Smut,hand jobs,fingering,thigh riding,praise kink,professor kink,orgasm denial.

Ao3 link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/39275319/chapters/123767359

Four more days until full moon. Four fucking days that were going to feel like four centuries. This had proved to be the worst week in your life,the agony you were feeling due to the full moon being close was tormenting you day and night. You had entered a state of heat that had completely messed up with your brain. It started ever since the interaction with half naked professor Lupin a few days ago.

That some day,you only found yourself thinking more than usually about him. You had laid on your bed ,arms locked behind your head staring at the ceiling in abandon.You started recalling every single interaction you had with him,since the first day you ever saw him flashing that warm smile of his. Then you playing dirty and managing to let everyone leave earlier than you were supposed to from his class. Him returning the favour to you, by actually doing the exam he promised not to a week later.You were thinking about the interactions the two of you had on the halls ,him smiling gently and saying hi everytime you came across each other. Him teasing you relentlessly for his own entertainment. You had slept not well that night, turning on your bed , trying to sleep without thinking of what your life could be with him by your side.

The second day,it proved to be rather difficult. If the previous day you had admired him and recalled your interactions with admiration...that wasn't the case. You had woken up with nothing but pure lust. Your head was dizzy and you felt slightly more irritated than usually. You had come across professor Lupin and when he greeted you,you wanted nothing but have him shove you against the wall that was next to you and make out with you as if it was the last day on this earth. At some point during your innocent interaction, him thanking you about the grindylow,a wave of his arousal had suffocated you. You had excused yourself shortly because in your state of mind you would have probably done something stupid that would have gotten you in trouble.

The third day ,oh this was the hardest by far. You were currently having a DADA lesson,the professor looked even more handsome than usual. He had rolled his sleeves up and had unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt. His hair was messy and his eyes looked tired yet his voice was raspier than usual and an air of authority had enveloped his whole being today. Maybe it was the full moon that was making you overanalyze even the smallest details. He was explaining a lesson ,you had no clue what about. You were focused on the way he moved his hands to explain. You had seen them up close,and right now you were lost in your own thoughts. Thinking about how good he would be with those hands of his ,how he would caress your body with the back on his knuckles,wrap a hand firmly around your throat and keep eye contact as he chocked the air out of you. Thinking about how good he could tease you,how good his long and tender fingers would feel inside of you,how he could leave red handprints on your ass , spanking and dominating you.Fuck. You needed him to touch you. You had no idea why it was specifically him who you were thinking about but at the moment you were so aroused that you didn't care in the slightest.

<•>

"Y/N!" A voice suddenly interrupted your train of thought and brought you back to reality immediately. You moved your eyes to professor Lupin,who had closed the distance between the two of you. He was standing in front on your desk and when you raised your eyes up at him ,he had furrowed his eyebrows and his nose was slightly scrunched.

"Yes?" You asked innocently.

"Answer my question." He spoke , voice not gentle as per always. He seemed irritated and his eyes had darkened. Had you upset him somehow?

"I... wasn't paying attention. Could you repeat it again?" You licked your lips nervously, staring up at him yet your body seemed to have frozen under his heated gaze.

"Mind humoring me what the lecture is about today?" He tilted his chin up for the shortest moment, waiting for your answer.You titled your head in Oliver's direction, silently asking for the answer. He was about to mutter it to you but the strong hand that gripped your chin,made you move your attention back to the professor." If I wanted Wood to answer my question, I'd have asked him. " His grip on your jaw tightened,all eyes were on you two and the behaviour was unusual for the professor. He had always been understanding and gentle during his lessons. Today he wasn't in a good mood and everyone immediately understood that ,so even the Slytherin students who are usually talking during his class, kept their mouths shut. Not even a fly could be heard buzzing in the classroom.

"No idea." A chill ran down your body in his shift of demeanour.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor." The words stung,you had never had points taken from him." See me after class." He let go of your chin and went back to his desk, everyone following him with their eyes. The silence was suffocating for everybody. You started worrying, what the fuck was his problem?" Read the material on your books for ten minutes." The professor sat on his desk,not sparing a glance at the class." If you've got no questions you're free to leave for today."

<•>

"Lines or cleaning?" Asked the professor as he rounded the desk of his office. You were standing on your feet, anxiously playing with your hands. Fucking asshole put you in detention for not paying attention to a lesson... about...GLOBBERWORMS.

"You're being unfair y'know." You sighed as you placed a hand on your hip, tilting it slightly as you stared at him. He hadn't sat down yet ,he raised his eye and locked them with you, placed one hand on his desk and bend forward slightly.

"Unfair you say." He ran his tongue over his teeth,eyes fixed on you. His eyes were doing that thing again,the bluish colour completely disappearing and a gold colour enveloping his iris." I could be unfair in so many other ways , this detention included. Don't make me lose my patience. Answer to my question."

You felt like he was taking the air out of your lungs simply by staring at you. His words put you in your thoughts again, unfair in this detention. Had it been up to you,a good fuck would have closed the topic right now but surely he meant something else.

"Lines." You spoke. He motioned for you to sit in the opposite direction of his chair and you did. He handed you like a dozen of blank papers and told you to write the same I'll focus during my class over and over again,no magic allowed. You both had fallen in silence,the only thing that could be heard was the sound of your quills scribbling on the papers. Your hand was starting to feel numb. Fuck Lupin. What was his deal anyway? You weren't the first or the second person to zone out during his class and he had never done anything about it. You glared at him as you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. The point is ,you were supposed to hate him but at the moment he had gotten all comfortable on his own chair,his ankle was resting on his thigh, one hand behind head and he was so focused on the paper on his grade. Fuck the full moon,your emotions were all over the place,you were to hate him right now not think about how you'd like to jump on his lap and him having his way with you. You caught your lower lip between your teeth and immediately lowered your eyes on your paper. You had to calm down.

The professor cleaned his throat and then he called your name. "I think, that's enough for today." He motioned at the pile of papers on his desk." Come here and let me take a look at them." You stood up slowly, grabbing hold of the papers in both hands and then rounded the desk so you could make your way to him. He moved his chair slightly, facing you while being sat , opening his palm awaiting for you to hand him the papers.

Suddenly you felt something touch your ankle, felt like a mosquito bite. Professor Lupin was browsing through the sheets and you scratched the bite with your feet . It happened a few more times , there's when you got annoyed. You shrieked in fear and jumped at the sight in front of you. The grindylow not only had escaped the jar ,it had grown in size as well and it was poking your ankle with its nail.

"What the fuckk?" Your breath got caught in your throat. You heard a groan behind you and the temperature on your body raised a few degrees,your heartbeat doing the same.Sure you did jump...in professor Lupin's lap. Something not so soft yet no so hard poked your ass and lower back and if you didn't know any better...

"Calm down." The professor exhaled through his nose , placing a familiar hand on your thigh,the skin immediately catching on fire.He peaked through your shoulder and rotated the chair with his hip,your body moving with his. " Todd. Back in your jar!" The grindylow,made some angry noises then the professor fixed him with a stare and the grindylow immediately obeyed, walking to the jar ,which was in the corner of the room, sticked its slimey tongue out and jumped inside. The professor moved his free hand and the jar was sealed.

"What the hell ? Todd? You named it?! And how is it obeying to you?!" The professor spun the chair back , caging you between his desk and his chest,spinning your world and it took a second for you to regain your view.

"I've used the cofundus charm on him. He's not dangerous any more but the little prick managed to unseal the jar on his own.Apparently not only do you need to start paying better attention,you also need to practice that spell better." A hint of laughter could be heard on his voice. You tilted your head so you could go off at him,but you realised that that was the biggest mistake you could do.His hair had gotten messy and it had fallen over his forehead , eyes slightly closed and the faint smile on his face made you freeze on the spot.

You were both staring at each other,the smile on his face got wiped and his expression changed completely. He was staring into your eyes ,piercing you with his own ,unconsciously his now gold eyes dropped to your lips and remained there for a few seconds. You licked your lips on instinct and now it was your turn to look at his lips. What caught your attention was a fainted vertical scar that was close to his oral commissure. His hands slowly moved to your hips ,keeping you in place but the closeness ,the position was making your whole body catch on fire.The professor started breathing more frequently and you could feel the heartbeat on your back.You wondered how his lips would feel like against yours...

"Kiss me." You muttered ,voice low and pleading. You were sure that judging by the way his grip on your hips tightened ,he heard you. He moved his eyes back to yours again,flattering his eyelashes slowly,not moving in the slightest. You didn't know what came over you when you leaned closer to him ,trying to kiss him. Just as you got close enough for your lips to touch ,he moved his head back ,closing his eyes and exhaling loudly.

"We shouldn't."

With the full moon being so close ,it meant your inner animal was also coming to the surface, demanding what she had strongly been urging for these past years.The thing is ,she usually had put you in your right mind in your hazy state, hell you even found it hard to simply have a makeout session with someone ,but right now ,it felt as if she was screaming inside your head to not stop.And you weren't strong enough to control her right now.

"Please-" you pleaded and shifted your hips so you could feel more comfortable but that action had the opposite effect. The professor groaned ,and the sound went straight to your core,making your clit throb in need. The thing is ,you were feeling so needy right now ,that you hadn't even realised that you were moving your hips back and forth slowly,giving your clit friction,making you start to feel even more dizzy than you were.The muscles on the professor's thighs kept clenching and unclenching,making the act even more pleasurable. He wasn't stopping you and judging by the throbbing that you felt on your backside...he was enjoying this.

"Y/N-" his voice didn't sound like his own,it was low,shaky. It looked as if he struggled to even say your name. "Stop-" he threw his head back,a shaky breath escaped his lips,he swallowed hard,trying to regain his composure.

"Why?" You asked, voice filled with innocence. Not even taking a minute to think about what you were doing. This was dangerous ,risky, dry humping on your professors thigh...anyone could walk in at any moment and catch the two of you in this compromising position. He could get fired,worse even,what if they took it further and sent him to Azkaban simply because you were not strong enough to control your hormones. You could also get expelled and hell if you'd have a harsh life...Rita Seeker would have a filed trip with this article.

Respected war veteran,professor of Defense against the dark arts,Remus Lupin,coerces his werewolf student. Sources say, she threw herself at him and seduced him ,hypnotized him into having sex with her. For more information ,page 17.

Somehow you just knew that at the end of the day ,you were the one who would get blamed and bashed for everything. Many wizards have written about werewolves before and from what you had read most of the information was false and made up.And Rita Seeker would make sure to use those books as her source to make your life a living hell.Was this worth the risk?

"It's not appropriate." He bit hard on his lower lip as he kept his head up,not even looking you in the eyes as he spoke, afraid that he might lose himself.

"Then let's be inappropriate together." The words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them. Were you doing the right thing?No. You knew the risks...but you had never been this attracted to someone. Every risk was worth it when Remus Lupin was involved. That made him open his eyes and tilt his head down slowly,locking yes with you.You had paused your movements, staring him up your lashes, wishing with every cell on your body that he would say yes. He bit the inside of his cheek and stayed still for a few seconds,making your heartbeat fasten in anxiety. Fuck. You clearly were rushing into this...you weren't thinking clearly.

Not only were you asking him to go against each one of his morales ,break down every rule and kiss you ,more even,fuck you knowing damn well that the second he learned what you truly were...he would probably make sure to get you expelled. He'd look down on you and probably despise himself for almost sleeping with a half-breed,a filthy werewolf. You swallowed with difficulty. No. This wasn't right,you should get up and leave before you do anything that will make you hate yourself for the rest of your life. He didn't deserve this,you didn't deserve him. You were about to stand up from his lap but what he did next ,made your world spin. In a matter of two seconds he had managed to shift your position into facing him,legs thrown on the sides of his thighs ,making you lose your balance for a good moment but making sure to keep you in place with his grip on your hips.

"You don't know what you're asking for." He slid his hand from your left hip,to your abdomen,up to your chest and then wrapped it firmly around your throat, using that as a leverage to bring you closer to himself, bringing his lips close to your ear."Stop this right now. Hate me , despise me for wanting this because if you don't... I'm going to defile you. I won't be gentle by any means and trust me ,once I fill that little cunt of yours -" he sighed,the warm breath hit the side of your face,making your body shiver. " There's no going back. There's not going to be any time for regrets."He licked his lips and swallowed ,the sound echoing in your ear."I'm not in my best state right now ,I won't be able to control myself and I'd hate to hurt the one person I care about the most."

You let his words linger for a moment. You visibly started blushing at his fault language,fuck that filthy mouth of his for making you want him more. Regrets...sure both pairs would have...but at the moment ,you weren't in your best state as well. The smell of his arousal was driving you insane and the hormones were clouding your judgment.

"I won't have any regrets." Lies.

"I will." He definitely would. And you hated that you weren't being considerate right now.Ever since you've gotten biten,you had tried to be selfless...and if selfless for all these years...why not be selfish at least once?

"I need this. My whole body and being is carving this. If you want it to be a one time thing let it be a one time thing and we'll both pretend it never happened but I don't know how much longer I can pretend that I don't want you . " You bit your lip hard enough to probably draw blood. The thing is,you had never experienced this feeling before ,it's not like you could fuck anybody and make this emotion go,it had to be him,just his touch was enough to at least ease the pain. " I'll tell you this , either you do something now , either I grab the first person I see as soon as I leave and let him fuck me."

"You let another man touch you-" His nostrils flattered in frustration.He opened his mouth to continue his sentence but then he stopped. " Is that how bad you want to be touched Y/N? " He furrowed his eyebrows and poked his cheek with his tongue. You nodded meekly." Fine then. Two conditions."He let go of your neck and raised two fingers in the air,you moved your eyes to them." First rule ,no kissing." You felt your stomach turn at that but still nodded."Second rule,no penetration with my cock. I'll make this greedy cunt of yours cum to the point,you won't even think of letting anyone near it ever again. Am I clear?"

Wait. No penetration? What? His cock was literally exploding back there and your cunt was aching to be filled...sure he was being absurd but a beggar didn't have the right to chose.

"Yes." You muttered lowly.

"Yes ,what?" You were looking at him with eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He grabbed hold of your chin and closed the distance between your faces." Speak when you're spoken to."

"Yes- sir."

"Good girl." It was a simple praise yet it was enough to make you shiver. Fuck. He wasn't even started yet and he already had you on top of his palm. He dropped his hand from your chin and positioned you in a way that you were resting against one of his thighs.He spread his other thigh open and his chair creaked as he rested his back against it."Ride my thigh." He spoke,voice strict ,leaving no room for discussion. You were simply looking at him,the shift in his demeanor was immediate ,he went from no we can't do this to ride my motherfucking thigh. Like what?!

You slowly started moving your hips back and forth at first ,trying to find the right pace that gave your clit more friction. His thigh was muscular and it wasn't hard to find the right rhythm,your hands were hanging on your sides and it felt awkward so you settled for his chest. He kept his eyes on you as you started dry humping his thigh,his eyes full of lust ,urging you to not stop your movements.You eventually sped up,low moans starting to already escape your lips ,your breathing getting heavier and heavier by the minute. You had been doing that for a while, you closed your eyes and threw your head back ,biting your lip hard ,trying your hardest not to be too vocal in case anybody heard. The professor placed his hands on your hips,at first ,manoeuvring your body against his thigh in a way that made it impossible for you to control your moans ,fuck,this felt good. His touch was enough to send you on fire. He was roaming his hands all over your body,he gripped the flesh of your ass ,your thighs,slid his hand beneath your dress and quickly discarded it to the floor ,leaving you all exposed to him.

You dared not ,to look at him. You felt vulnerable at the moment and self conscious but tried to push that thought aside. Luckily for you,you had used a spell to cover your scars and bite mark ,if he saw it he probably would stop his actions right now and it was feeling way too good for it to be over already.He placed a hand on your lower back and pushed your body closer to his ,making your whimper when he started trailing your collarbone with his tongue ,in the same time sliding his hand beneath your bra ,gropping your tit with his free hand ,circling your nipple. You started moving your hips harder and faster against his thigh,feeling that your orgasm was about to hit at any moment. He probably felt that ,because as he kept kissing and licking your collarbone ,neck ,he started moving his thigh in a different rhythm from your hips,when you were going back ,he was moving his thigh forth. You were starting to pant and moan like crazy,and he was showing no indication that he minded the noise at all.

"Am close-" your breath was shaky,and you were starting to feel juices already slipping from your pussy,starting to already create a mess in your underwear and his pants.

"Mhm. " He used a hand to lower your bra but not take it off completely,you moved your eyes back to him and he looked you in the eye" I know." He smirked slightly before swirling his tongue around your nipple,making you arch your back in the process,a feral moan escaping you as he bit on it,pulling your bud with his teeth and you couldn't help but cum the second you made eye contact with him,fuck he was being filthy. Your whole body was lost in the sensation of your orgasm,the white pleasure making you feel like you were in sky seven.He was still continuing his movement,and you wrapped your hands around his neck,panting like crazy in his ear as he continued to have his way with your tits,licking from one to another ,gropping the one his mouth wasn't paying attention to. Eventually he stopped his action and smiled when he noticed your chest heaving up and down rapidly." Don't tell me ,you're tired from that.I'm not even started with you."

He licked his lips as he took in your after orgasm state ,being satisfied that he managed to bring you to your climax so quickly. " I was going to be disappointed if you were done." You smiled ,your tone teasing. He shook his head a couple times and tskd.

"Don't make me put you on your knees and properly educate that mouth of yours Y/N." He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to his right.

"Is that a threat or a promise,sir?"

"Would love to fuck that teasing mouth of yours-" he groaned." but I did promise to make that greedy cunt of yours cum. I can educate you in many other ways sweetheart" He chuckled darkly." Wait and see."

He lifted you up,and you found yourself pressed against his desk,the cold wood making your warm body shiver. You tried to get up because the contrast in temperature was unbearable but the professor placed a hand on your chest and pushed you down ,keeping you in place,enjoying the way you struggled. He used his free hand and slipped it beneath the waistband of your underwear ,immediately finding your clit. Your breath caught and he could't stop himself from smiling as he started rubbing slow circles,so slow they were agonizing. He did that for a while ,torture you ,moving his finger lazily ,watching you squirm in need.

"Please-" you spoke ,voice strained.

"Please? " He chuckled." What is it that you want from me?"

"Fuck-" your back arched as he started properly touching your clit in the right way,circling for a few moments then rubbing it up and down just in the way you liked. "Sir-" your voice was needy and you knew that he understood what you wanted ,but he was not going to do that easily.

"I'm sure we both know that you can do better than that. Come on, try a little harder. Be the good little student you always are and tell your professor what do you want ,hmm?" Fuck,he knew what he did with that little word scheme of his. He ,for sure had caught up on your professor kink and right now was using it against you.

"Professor ,please-" He sped up his movement,grabbing your chin with his free hand ,making you look at him. He raised his eyebrows and tilted his chin up,waiting for the rest of the sentence."Please fuck me with your fingers already." You whined in need.

"Since you asked so nicely." Without a warning he shoved two of his fingers inside of you,stretching your walls ,making you moan in pleasure at the sudden intrusion. Fuck. You've always loved his hands ,the long fingers went so deep inside of you and reached areas you've never explored before. He started scissoring his fingers inside of you,trying to find all the spots that were going to make you crumble under him and to your good luck or bad luck ,he was fast to find them. He hooked his fingers inside of you ,cocking and uncocking them slow at first ,trying to find the perfect spot and when he heard your moans raising at a particular spot ,he laughed and immediately increased his pace,hitting the wall that was near your bladder,making you arch your back and moan constantly, bringing you closer and closer to your release yet again. You heard a sound of him snapping his fingers and when you lowered your eyes to your lower body,you noticed that you panties were gone.

"Fuck fuck fuck-" you slammed your head against the desk. He brought his thumb to your clit and then as he thrusted his fingers inside of you,he rubbed your clit at the same time , bringing you close again to another orgasm. "Right there- don't stop." Your voice didn't sound like yours at all,it was low pitched and needy. Just as you were about to reach your end ,he completely removed his fingers from you, making you release an unsatisfied groan. " What was that for?"

"I did say I'm going to properly educate you."He slapped your pussy with his hand,making you jolt and moan." Keep two things in mind. One. You always ask me for permission to cum. I let it go the first time, not happening again. Two. You don't talk to me with an attitude, you're in my hands... literally.I can stop right now and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Fucking kinky bastard." you muttered under your breath and that earned you another slap." Fuck,what kind of hearing you got?"

"A good one." He slapped you three more times making your muscles tense in pain or pleasure you had no idea. He brought a hand to his belt and your eyes were fixed there,the tent was fucking difficult to ignore and you had been so caught up in the pleasure that he was giving you that you completely forgot about his own. In a smooth movement he removed his belt,eyes on you,as he undid the zipper of his pants , lowering them enough along with his boxers so his cock came in view. And it's not like you had seen many in your life ,you had seen Oliver's but compared to the cock in front of you...it was nothing.

Professor Lupin was blessed that's all that you could say. A good seven inch length ,thick,veiny, nicely trimmed and it was in the same shade of his skin colour. The only thing that was a different shade was the tip of it ,which had taken the colour of an angry red , already leaking with precum. You licked your lips as you admired the view in front of you. You'd love to have him inside of you but...rules.

"Here's a little game we're going to play." He wrapped his hand around his cock and lazily moved it up and down,eyes fixed on you." I'm sure you're familiar with the phrase,I scratch your back and you scratch mine. In our case,I make you cum and you make me cum. How's that sound?" He took a step closer to you ,you raised yourself in your elbows as you stared at the professor. Fuck. He looked so filthy like this... dressed up formally and his cock out in front of a student... pretty sure every student would do anything to be you in this moment.

"Big- I mean-" you cleared your throat." Fair enough." He chuckled at the way you sutered. He came closer to you again, motioning for you to get up with his index and middle finger. You awkwardly sat on the desk now ,legs hanging in the air. He used his free hand to spread the open,and placed himself between them.

"Now-" he whispered in your ear.He placed a hand on top of the desk,near you side, caging you there."The dick is not going to stroke itself,come on Y/N." With shaky hands you grabbed hold of his cock,fuck boy was it thick. You set up a pace with a hand , jerking it up and down and he groaned in your ear,the sound urging you to continue."Mhm, just like that." He found your clit again and as you stroked him,he rubbed your clit and soon enough slid his fingers back inside your cunt,your walls happily accepting him.

The room now was filled with your moans and his ,the wet sound of your pussy and his filthy mouth.You heard a sound of purring and for a second you felt your body freezing because what the fuck ,you weren't sure if you did it and when you stopped he groaned in frustration and cocked his fingers up hard, letting you know to continue your hand movement and you did. The pleasure was too much on both sides ,you were sweating like hell and your legs were starting to tremble,you rested your head against his chest as you both kept pleasuring each other.You felt his cock starting to twitch and your walls were starting to clench and unclench around his fingers, signal that you were close to another orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum." you were panting and your breath was shaky,the professor was trying not to be so loud now ,suppressing his own groans.

"Without my permission, you're not going to."He was inhaling and exhaling harshly through his nose, fast.

"Please,sir. Can I cum , please, can't hold it anymore." your voice raised as he sped up his fingers,thumb finding your clit again.

"Cum for me." He whispered in your ear."Don't dare to stop your hand from moving." He warned and you reached your high,legs trembling unstoppably,moans following after,hand still moving up and down his cock.He bit his lip harshly as he tried to contain himself from cumming yet but he couldn't stop it ,the white ropes shot all over your tits and stomach. He groaned profanity as he reached his own high, almost losing his balance but he slid his fingers out of you and slammed both hands on the desk, trying to relax himself and breathe normally again.You both stayed like that for a while,you resting your head against his chest,it moving up and down with it. Him with his hands on your sides , trying to get himself back to normality.None of you spoke a word ,both of you drained by your climax , trying to collect some of your energy. The silence was thick,you didn't know what to say...What were you supposed to do now...? Sure you were feeling lots better,your body felt at ease,it felt as if his touch was enough to cure you and your horniness for the whole week.

He took one last breath and exhaled the air on top of your head and then moved back from your ,your eyes on him as he fixed himself zipped his pants up. He summoned his belt and your dress,used a cleaning spell for the mess he made on you,handed you your dressand you slowly put it on,eyes still on him as if looking for an answer to a question you hadn't even asked. He rubbed his eyes with his fingers for a few seconds,then moved his hand up to his hair , ruffling the later ,eyes on you.

"Don't look at me like that." He spoke,as he furrowed his eyebrows and scratched the back of his head.

"Like what?" You answered,voice low.

"Like whatever I'm going to say next ,is going to make you hate me." He slid his hand up his neck and for a moment tilted his head to his right.

"Am not going to." You sighed. Hate. If he only knew that he had gotten involved with a lycanthrope he'd probably run for his money,curse you till the end of his life, despise you,many more things. You wanted to tell him your secret,more than anything but he was someone that you were found of ,admired , respected, loved, and if it meant that he'd hate you for what you truly are ,you wouldn't mind being selfish for a while longer. Sure ,you knew what he was going to say, it's not like you were expecting him to fall in love with you just because he made you cum a couple times.

"I think it's better if we pretend this never happened." He didn't even look you in the eye as he said that. You caught your lip between your teeth, feeling your eyes starting to burn but you didn't have the right to do so.

"Well , nothing did. I don't know what you're on about." You forced a smile as you hopped off his desk. He moved his attention back to you, eyebrows furrowed, observing your behaviour." I wrote lines. You graded. When I was done ,you let me go . So ,with your permission sir... detention is over ,am I free to go?"

He ran his tongue over his teeth as he pierced you with his stare ,he looked a bit thrown off but then simply nodded." I'll see you around,Y/N."

Part 12:

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Masterlist

Kinktober 2024

Ao3

** is smut

Remus Lupin

*Be Mine- V-day*(Professor Lupin)

*First-Time*(Marauders Era)

*Thigh-riding*(Professor Lupin)

*Punish You*(Professor Lupin)

*Extra Help*(Professor Lupin)

*Forgive Me, Father*(Priest Remus)(pt1)(pt2)

*Hide*(Professor Lupin)

*Daddy's Girl*(Stepdad Remus)

*Full Moon*(Professor Lupin) (pt2) (pt3)

*Experiment*(Remus Lupin x James Potter)

*Kinktober Day 25: Sensory Deprivation*(Professor Lupin)

Sirius Black

*Skinny Dip*(Marauders Era)

*The Order*(Older Sirius x Harry's Friend Reader) (Part 1)

*The Order*(Older Sirius x Harry's Friend Reader) (Part 2)

*The Order*(Older Sirius x Harry's Friend Reader) (Part 3)

*Relax, Love,*(Stepdad Sirius)

*Truth*(Stepdad Sirius)

*Lap Dance*(Older Sirius)(Kinktober Day 14)

*Kinktober Day 22: Daddy Kink*(Stepdad Sirius)

*Kinktober Day 29: Phone Sex*(Older Sirius)

Wolfstar

Under the Mistletoe-Wolfstar Xmas(Remus POV)

*Attention*-(Wolfstar x F!Reader)(Marauders Era)

*Starved*-(Wolfstar x F!Reader)(Post Hogwarts Marauders)

*Kinktober Day 17- First Time Anal/ Praise Kink*(Older Wolfstar x Younger f!reader)

James Potter

*Cheer Up*(Marauders Era)

*My Brother's Best Friend*(James Potter x Y/n Black Marauders Era)

*Distraction*(Marauders Era)

*Experiment*(James Potter x Remus Lupin)

*Tit Fucking*(Marauders Era)(Kinktober Day 1)

*Body Worship*(Marauders Era)(Kinktober Day 9)

Marauders

*I Want You Both*(Remus Lupin x James Potter x Reader)

*Happy Birthday*(Poly Marauders x Reader)

*Orgy*(Poly Marauders ft Lily Evans, Mary Macdonald , Marlene Mckinnon x Reader)(Kinktober Day 2)

*Kinktober Day 31: Creampie/Cum Eating*

Marlene Mckinnon

*Victory*(Marauders Era)

*Face Riding*(Marauders Era)(Kinktober Day 12)

Lily Evans

*Kinktober Day 15: Breast Worship/Nipple Play*(Dom Lily)(Marauders Era)

Severus Snape

*Virgin*(Professor Snape)

*Cockwarming Parts 1+2*(Professor Snape)

*Valentine's Day*(Professor Snape)

*Detention*(Professor Snape)

*Meeting*(Death Eater Snape ft. Lucius Malfoy)

*Good Girl*(Older Snape x Younger Reader ft Older Narcissa Malfoy)

*Kinktober Day 5: Threesome w/ Prostitute!reader*(Older Snape x Younger Reader ft Lucius Malfoy)

*Kinktober Day 7: Catches you masturbating*(Professor Snape)

*Kinktober Day 10: Being Recorded/Whips/Glove Kink*(Professor Snape)

Lucius Malfoy

*Assistant*(Older Lucius x Younger Reader)

*Meeting*(Lucius Malfoy ft. Severus Snape)

*Kinktober Day 5: Threesome w/ Prostitute!reader*(Older Lucius x Younger Reader ft Severus Snape)

Narcissa Malfoy

*Toys*(Older Narcissa x Younger Female Reader)

*Good Girl*(Older Narcissa x Younger Female Reader ft. Older Severus Snape)

*Touch Me*(Older Narcissa x Younger Female Reader)

*Restless*(Older Narcissa x Younger Male Reader)

*Picture You*(Kinktober Day 20)(Older Narcissa x Younger f!reader)

Regulus Black

*Thoughts and Prayers*(Kinktober Day 6)

*Kinktober Day 18: Cock Worship*

*War is Over*

Tom Riddle

*Teacher's Pet*(Professor Tom Riddle)

*Kinktober Day 11: Gun Kink* (Mafia AU)

Draco Malfoy

*Fooling Around*(Male Reader)

*Stress Relief*(Draco Malfoy x Female Reader) (Part 2)

Minerva McGonagall

*Fantasy*(Professor McGonagall)

Barty Crouch Jr.

*Kinktober Day 19: Corruption/Training Kink*(Older Barty x Virgin Reader)

Oliver Wood

*Kinktober Day 16: Shower Sex*

Bellatrix Lestrange

*Kinktober Day 30: Knife Play*

Evan Rosier

*Kinktober Day 21: Hunter/Prey*(Death Eater Evan)

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Secret Smokes (Part 9)

Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader

Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, drinking, teacher-student relationship, angst, jealousy, fluff, smut.

Word Count: 5776

A/N: At the end! No spoilers here, but it's a long one so get cosy.

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Christmas morning began like every year except for the owl. When you made it downstairs there was an owl under the tree from Remus, you picked up the letter and thanked the owl giving it a treat before sending it home. You hadn't heard from Remus since you got home, however you couldn't be upset as you didn't attempt to write to him either. Even though you missed him a lot and you couldn't stop thinking about him life had become quite busy with work, family and your hometown friends. This was the first time you came home and didn't want to flirt with any one or meet anyone as the only person who got your heart to race was Remus. Since you first opened his present you kept re-reading what he wrote, as if you were trying to decipher it. Maybe it was him calling you "dear" and ending it with "yours" that made your heart race, maybe it was simply just the only way to feel close to him. "What's that letter honey?" Your mum asked walking out the kitchen to see you standing holding Remus's most recent letter.

"It's from my friend, I think it's just to thank for the Christmas present I got him."

"Him?" Your mother asked. "I knew those were for a boy she liked!" Your dad chimed in from the sofa. "So who's he?" Your mum asked.

That's when the doubts hit you, you shouldn't get excited by Remus sending you a letter, he's the kind of man you can't tell your parents about. How would you explain to your parents that you got involved with your defence against the dark arts professor and that he's also a werewolf. "Just a friend who's helped me a lot this year. Anybody want coffee?" You asked tucking Remus's letter into your jeans pocket and changing the subject.

When you had a moment after the busy morning you went upstairs to finally open Remus's letter that had occupied your mind all morning. You slowly opened it while sipping on a cup of tea that wasn't as tasty as the ones made by Remus in his office.

"My dearest Y/N,

Merry Christmas. Would it be inappropriate to say smoking or listening to music alone isn't the same? Thank you so much for your present, I've been listening to the vinyl from you on repeat I can't wait to listen to it with you. I hope work is good and your family is well too. Hogwarts is beautiful in the snow I'm glad I stayed but I'll be heading home to York soon - today - so if you would like to reach me please write to:

The Luna Cottage Yorkshire YO22 5AN

No pressure to write however if you do I just don't want you to feel like I'm ignoring your letters.

Yours, as always, Remus"

You wished the letter was longer, that he would tell you more about what he's been doing why he didn't write. You wanted to have a conversation about his day, you decided it was only right to reply to him straight away.

"Moony, Merry Christmas!

I am starting to realise my record collection is boring compared to yours. I'm glad you enjoyed the present, thank you so much for passing on your fathers book, I'm happy to return it to you as soon as I read it as it sounds quite sentimental.

I adore the cigarette tin, I would be lying if I said it hasn't already been useful. The camel and bridge are beautiful however I miss the real bridge.

I'm glad to hear you're enjoying Christmas, don't run to your cottage too quickly enjoy your time in Hogwarts although I do realise how stupid it is to write that as I'm sending it to your cottage.

My family is well and so am I thank you for asking, I do miss the snow in Hogwarts I look forward to coming back after new years.

Speak soon, Y/n"

You sent the letter almost as soon as you wrote it eager to continue this conversation with Remus. You could wait to read his next letter. However it did not arrive for days. Maybe he stayed in Hogwarts you thought, maybe he hasn't had time to send you one, maybe he's too busy...

You waited each day for a letter to arrive but nothing came, New Year's Eve was around the corner and you thought wether to wish him happy new year like you wished him Merry Christmas however you decided against it. The Weasleys had invited you to a New Year's party and you considered not going however you decided maybe it would be good to spent an evening with your school friends as opposed to the home town friends that you saw all Christmas break. The party wasn't at their house but rather a house in London however they assured you pre-drinks will be spent together. You met at their house where you would be spending the night after the party, it was nice to see their parents who always made you feel at home. They asked you many questions about your Christmas break and Molly even gave you a new hand knitted scarf as a gift. You hadn't arrived at their house empty handed either as you had a whole tray of home made cookies from your mum which the Weasley boys devoured. "So what's this party we're going to?" You asked the twins.

"It's one of the order parties but it should be fun." Fred began.

"And if we hate it, it's in central London so we can jump ship." George added.

"And we'll still see the muggle fireworks from there." Fred finished their joint sentence.

"But isn't everyone in the order like 50 now, I want a new years kiss." You complained

"I'm here." George quickly interrupted.

"I'm the hotter twin and I'm here too." Fred took over.

"See you have two options!"George said with a laugh.

"Three we all know dear Percy would kill for a kiss from you." Fred almost whispered so no one else in the family would hear.

"I don't want to kiss him, or you, or you." You said laughing and pushing them away in a friendly way.

"No you want to kiss your teacher." They both said simultaneously making your face go red.

"Shut up. I prefer people my age."

"Don't lie to us the only person our age you want to snog is Sebastian and he's mostly a rebound for your profesor."

"What did you get him for Christmas?"

"It doesn't matter besides he hasn't spoken to me since Christmas."

"But he wrote to you."

"Just to thank me."

"He still thought of you."

"We've gone off topic so who's gonna be at this party or did I waste my new years by agreeing to this?" You bought the conversation back.

"We promise there will be people you'll want to kiss there, you'll have fun."

"We're sure of it."

"Only thing...."

"'Mum is coming."

"WHAT? This is going to be so lame, a party with your parents?"

"Don't worry, we'll still have fun." He said handing you a shot to drink and all three of you necked it down. You got changed and ready to go out, suddenly you were all looking a lot more like you were going to party, the boys wolf whistled you when you joined them in the living room. By this point nearly the whole family was downstairs including Hermione who was also invited as Harry and Ron were going. When you walked into the room Percy's face seemed to go red, you felt bad as you knew his feelings for you but you just simply didn't feel the same about him. You relaxed in the living room for a bit before all of you traveled to the house the party was taking place at.

It was 12 Grimmauld Place. The home of the Blacks. Sirius Black was the only one left living there however he used the house to throw very extravagant parties, that's what Percy told you anyway. When you arrived it was quite littered with people already, and there was a mix of people older and younger, you spent time with the twins at first as you were a bit shy to start talking to so many strangers. As soon as the alcohol started to get to your head you became a lot more social with everyone around, one of your most interesting conversations was with the host Sirius Black who you clicked with immediately, you ended up in quite a discussion about the London firework display and he promised you could go up to the roof for the fireworks at midnight. You were quite enjoying yourself when you noticed Sirius hugging a man who was apologising for arriving late, he was taking his jacket off when you caught a glimpse of him. Remus J Lupin. He was wearing corduroy trousers, a nice clean fresh Oxford shirt that was a pale blue with a dark vest over it and a long black trench coat. You felt the temperature of the room go up and you needed a distraction so you jumped into a conversation with the twins. "Our teacher is here." You stated to them.

"Your teacher more like." Fred stated with a grin on his face as him and George shared a look.

"You knew." You pointed a finger at them both.

"He's in the order." George explained.

"Close friends with Black. And our parents." Fred finished.

"We didn't know for sure if he would come." They both said in response to your upset face.

"He hasn't replied to my letter." You said quietly.

"Well now you can talk in person." Fred said. You could see Remus but he wasn't looking at you, he was happy, he looked a bit tired but not more than usual, he seemed in his element hugging people hello and chatting with them. After about twenty minutes you both noticed each other he gave you a slight wave from across the room and you waved back while speaking to Hermione. The next hour and a half you spent stealing glances at each other from across the room but not talking even when you stood right next to each other, it felt like an unspoken rule. It was hurting you to watch him talk to an attractive girl from the order and laugh with her, a whole body laugh. You felt jealous, and upset that he didn't even acknowledge you past a small wave.

It was only when you were outside having a smoke with Fred that you finally spoke to Lupin. He was the one who started the conversation, you heard him say "No, no, no. I can't believe that you haven't heard of The Stooges, hold on, Y/N have you heard of the Stooges" he interrupted your conversation but you didn't mind.

"Of course, arguably they were the first punk rock band." You said with a small smile, eyeing the girl he was taking to in a judgmental way.

"Thank you!" Remus said to everyone before turning around to face you. "Hello by the way." He has a gently smile.

"Hi professor, I saw you earlier but didn't want to interrupt." You said hugging him hello, he already smelt like he's drank quite a bit as did you.

"You should've." He said gently in a hush tone, eyes quickly flicking down to your lips then back to your eyes, his breath really smelt like fire whiskey.

"You look nice." You replied.

"I was going to say the same about you." The small smile growing on his lips as his eyes scanned your body.

"Who are you so dressed up for?" You pried hoping the answer doesn't hurt you.

"Sirius." He said in a stern tone and continued once he saw the puzzled look on your face. "He said he was going to hex me if I showed up in the same clothes I wear every day. I don't know if you've met him yet but I believe he genuinely would have."

"I have and I agree, I think you're a wise man." You said with a laugh.

"How was Christmas?" He asked changing the topic.

"You know same, same. Spent most of the time working. What about yours?" You said putting your hands in your pockets awkwardly. When you spoke to him it's like the whole world blurred, like no one else was around you even through your were standing outside the house on a street in central London.

"Christ Y/N, I'm sorry I didn't write back." He simply answered.

"It's okay, I'm sure you were busy." You said hiding your disappointment.

"No, no I wasn't." He said with his own frown on his face. "After Christmas there was a full moon and I was knackered, once I regained energy I had so much to do and I didn't dedicate time to writing back, when I could've, I should've and I'm so sorry." He was leaning on the wall for support as if his guilt was weighing him down.

"How's the cottage?"

"It's cosy, I've been fixing things in it, Hogwarts has meant it stands empty with no one looking after it, so things have broken in my absence." He explained.

"I wish you had time to write while you were there, I had so many questions." You said instead of saying you missed him.

"Have you seen Sebastian Sallow over half term?"

"What?" You shot back in confusion.

"Just wandering as you two are close."

"Not that close." You felt weird about his question, his facial expression was hard to read.

"Fair enough." He replied after a moment of awkward silence.

"Why do you ask?" You pushed.

"Because I thought you two were slowly growing into a relationship, you know I just want the best for you."  He didn't make eye contact with you.

"What's the best for me?" You questioned.

"It's not me." He said with an intense stare into your eyes.

"So you don't want me to be with you?" You asked swallowing hard from the anxiety.

"Correct." He answered his body inching closer to you.

"But do you want to be with me?" He looked down at his empty glass after you asked him this.

"What was work like?" He asked changing the topic.

"Answer my question." You pushed.

"Answer mine."

"I asked first."

"Y/N... let's change the subject before one of us gets hurt, let's not ruin new years." He said sounding defeated as he finished the sentence you heard the front door open and saw Sirius there with two drinks in his hand.

"Remus! There you are, I made you a drink." He said in a jolly voice. "Y/N, do you want one too?" He said while handing a drink to Remus.

"It's fine I can go get it myself." You said finishing this the perfect opportunity to leave this conversation with Remus.

"Beautiful, let me show you the main reason why being a magic is the greatest thing ever." Sirius said clicking his fingers and your glass refilled itself. Remus just laughed as if this was an old trick.

"How?" You asked in shock.

"Dear old Sirius has enchanted all the glass to be self re-filling because he's too lazy to stand up and pour himself a drink."

"I didn't know this was possible." You expressed.

"It's a dangerous trick." Remus explained.

"As if you don't love it Moony." Sirius said and you have a puzzled look to the nickname but didn't ask more questions. "Now it looks like you two were having a meaningful chat I don't mean to interrupt."

"You're not, I was just about to head inside." You said.

"Sure you were." Sirius said with a wink. "Enjoy the drink moony, let me know how it tastes later!" Sirius said with a wink at Remus and head tilting to you before he left, luckily for Remus you didn't see this. A moment of silence fell upon both of you again before Remus cleared his throat. "You know all the glasses in my office have this enchantment." He said sitting down on the front door steps.

"Liar, why do you always stand up and make cups of tea if they can refill themselves?"

"I find there's something romantic about doing things the proper way, taking a moment to brew a tea and pour it. It feels like it's the right way to do it. When I'm alone I don't bother to do all the mundane but I like to do it with you." He took last sip of the cocktail he managed to already finish and you watched it magically refill itself.

"So I'm guessing you and Sirius are close?" You asked.

"How'd you guess?"

"He called you moony."

"He's my best friend from school, there's not many of us left after the war." Remus began.

"What do you mean us?"

"My friends from school and I used to call ourselves the Marauders."

"That's so lame." You laughed and he had a nostalgic smile on his face.

"I know. But we were proud of it, we were unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with. We used to preform some pranks that created new rules in Hogwarts."

"Not that pillar of morality I thought you were Professor." You winked at him and he laughed.

"Maybe not." His eyes were glued to your lips.

"So what happened?" You asked and his eyes went down to the floor, he cleared his throat and took a sip of his drink.

"We all grew up but not all of us got to grow old. You see straight after school James and Lilly got married, it was a beautiful day. Not long after Harry was born, we felt like we were on top of the world when we were leaving Hogwarts. But the wizarding war kept getting worse, I struggled for work with my condition so I focused mainly on the order, James and Sirius helped me a lot especially with money, I wouldn't have a home without them. We spent most of our days as part of the Order of the Phoenix, and we were proud, we felt like our little group was part of something special. Then the day when Peter betrayed James and Lilly came, and well you know how the story of that day goes." He said his voice breaking a bit a small tear forming in his eye. "After that day the world rejoiced, war was over, he was gone, but he took James and Lilly with them. Peter, the snitch, sold them out. It was just Sirius and I left." You placed you hand on his knee to comfort him.

"I'm sorry-"

"It's okay. I was hurt that day and I was stupid, I distanced myself from Sirius, and from everyone. I saw the world as cruel, I really treated myself like a victim, felt sorry for myself. Sirius, he saved me. Every full moon he would come to the cottage and make sure I was okay, it was only after a year that I found out when he fell asleep and when I was back to my human form he was still around. He explained he'd come in secret every month just to check in on me. He made me realise the world wasn't so cruel after all." Remus glanced back at the house behind him.

You got a glimpse at a new part of Remus, the Remus who lost friends, the Remus who used to be a boy surrounded by everyone he loved, and you understood why now being in Hogwarts he was so much more lonely than ever before. "It's funny when I met you it felt like meeting the marauders for the first time. If only you were around when I was your age, I think I would've- doesn't matter. I'm sorry for dropping my sob story on you like that." Remus said with a heavy breath.

"Moony I love to hear about your past, Sirius sounds very special... I'm glad you have him."

"I love that boy." He said honestly. "He's my brother for life." He said looking back at the house once again. A calm quiet fell upon you both before you took your cigarette tin out of your pocket, you offered one to Remus and he took it "nice tin." He said with a wink. "Where'd you get it?" He asked while you tried to light your cigarette with your lighter, he lit his with magic obviously.

"This guy got me it, I really thought he liked me because it's so special but I realise now he's just kindhearted and cares about people. It's still one of my favourite gifts though."

"What says those are mutually exclusive?" He questioned while you struggled to light your cigarette as your lighter didn't want to work.

"Can you light it for me?" You asked him gently turning around to him.

"Sure, come here." He motioned for you to get closer to him. And you shifted towards him. "Closer." He instructed. You were confused but listened, you were now inches away from him, his cigarette was in his mouth and yours was in your hand. "Put it in your mouth." He said through the cigarette. "Now come here I'll light it for you." He said quietly. So you leaned in and he lit the cigarette with the one in his mouth, your body felt like it was burning, you could smell the alcohol, you could smell him. Chocolate, cigarettes and an undertone of firewood. He placed a hand on your face to stabilise you and you felt that your cigarette was lit. You pulled away from each other and you took a drag with a shaky breath after the moment you just shared.

You felt his hand grab your chin again and turn your face back to his, his cigarette wasn't in his mouth this time, he began to lean in. "Tell me if you want me to stop." He whispered and your heart raced as you leaned into him and your lips crashed. The kiss was full of lust and longing. He had completely dropped his cigarette as both his hands were now on your face, you dropped yours and raised your hands to touch him. You felt him swoop your whole body to the side and you were suddenly straddling him on the stairs of the house. You felt him, you felt how much he wanted you, you began to slowly grind on him to tease him. His hands began to go up and down your back as you continued to make out, your hands went through his hair, something you wanted to do for a very long time. And then you heard it, the fireworks.

Remus pulled away first, shaken back into reality, you both looked into each others eyes for a few seconds. Silence. The look of complete fear and lust in both your eyes as reality crashed back in. "Happy new year dear." He said quietly.

"Happy new year Moony." Your replied and he gently kissed you on the lips with love rather than lust this time. He slowly moved you off him and stood up, reaching out a hand towards you to help you stand up. "Let's head up to the roof, the view of the fireworks is beautiful up there." He said and you gave him a sad look.

"I'm happy to miss it." You almost whispered.

"We can't. Come on." He said reaching his hand out for you to hold and you followed him holding his hand while walking up the stairs and questioning which part he was referring to with "we can't". You headed back inside and as you passed the mirrors on the stairs Remus fixed his hair, he let go of your hand and you walked side by side upstairs entering the roof quietly. Once upstairs he squeezed your shoulder and walked away from you, he started making the rounds while telling people happy new year starting from some members of the order, moving onto the Weasleys and so on. You just stood there watching him. "Happy new year Y/N. We were looking for you." Fred said. "Are you okay?" He said looking at your confused expression.

"I just kissed our teacher." You said quietly. And Fred laughed and George groaned. "Pay up." Fred said to George and they exchanged money.

"You guys bet on this? You bought me here and you bet on it?" You asked slightly annoyed but also amused.

"Only when I left you outside with him." Fred said defensively. "How do you feel?" George asked. "Relived?" Fred added.

"Horny and confused."

"Poor Percy was looking for you, wanted you to be his new years kiss, he won't be happy to find out." George added.

"No one can know." You said sternly.

"Y/N, your secret is safe with us." George said.

"However we will make fun of you for this." Fred stated.

"Constantly." George added.

"Looks Y/N is not paying attention to us." Fred pointed out as you were starring at Remus and Sirius whispering to each other and Sirius glancing over at you.

"We've lost her, next thing you know she'll be married, she won't speak to us. No time for us." Fred joked. As you continued to watch Remus, who now glanced at you, said bye to Sirius and began to walk over in your direction.

"He's coming over what should I do?" You asked in panic.

"You were the one snogging him, not us." They both said.

"Shut up." You replied and Remus was now close enough to hear. The boys turned around and smiled at him with big grins. "Happy new year professor." The both said.

"Happy new year." He replied gently. "Happy new year Y/N." He said to you pretending as if nothing happened.

"Wait so you didn't even say happy new year to each other?" Fred asked and both you and George slapped him to shut him up.

"I should've known. Sirius also knows." He said he's gesturing behind him to a smiling Sirius who waved at you as soon as you looked over at him.

"Obviously." You said with a gentle smile.

"Do you boys mind if I have a word with Y/N?" Remus asked politely.

"Just don't-" Fred began.

"Fred." You and George said in unison. "Alright nice to see you prof!" Fred said laughing and walking away.

Remus lead you off the roof and down the stairs towards one of the rooms. You didn't ask any questions. He pulled you into a room and you straight away began to make out. You explored each others lips before between kissed Remus began to speak "Let's get one thing straight, this can't happen." He then kissed you again and you tried to push out a "yes" between the kisses. "And no one can find out about this." You nodded and he leaned back in to continue. "And if anyone knew you could get expelled and I could lose my job."

"Yes professor."

"Don't. I go crazy when you call me that." He said biting your lip as he kissed you this time and moving his hands around your whole body. "Now tell me if you want me to leave this room and pretend nothing happened, tell me now and I'll leave and we'll go back to just being professional." He said looking deep into your eyes and you shook your head and leaned in to kiss him. "Good." He whispered before kissing you back, after a moment you moved your hands to his belt and began to unbuckle it. "Not so quickly my dear." He whispered in your ear. "What we're going to do is leave this room, you're going to be a good girl and mingle with your friends, while I make the rounds talking to mine. Then when it's late and everyone is saying goodbye you meet me. That way we don't raise any suspicion about both being gone all night." He explained and you nodded. "Good." He said and he kissed your lips gently before leaving the room. You stood in the dark room alone trying to process everything. After a moment you left the room and continued upstairs, on the stairs you a ran into Percy. "Y/N!" He said cheerfully. "Where have you been all evening?" He asked.

"Oh I've been floating around." You replied trying to keep it vague.

"I was searching for you." He stated.

"It's a big house." You simply replied.

"Why did you leave with professor Lupin after new years?"

"Why are you watching my every move?" You felt like your privacy was invaded.

"We're friends Y/N, I feel like this year you've been running around befriending Slytherins and doing tutoring every day we've barely seen each other." He complained.

"You're exaggerating, besides you're the one who always pushed for me to study more, now I am and you're complaining." You were getting annoyed.

"Are you and the Slytherin boy dating? Is that why you've been avoiding me?" He asked a bit too aggressively.

"Percy. Your jealousy is showing, please go home, go the bed, we'll talk tomorrow." You walked past him towards the roof, he tried to continue the conversation but you didn't turn around to reply.

Upstairs you saw Remus chatting to small group of people, he looked so handsome. You started getting involved in your own conversations however you couldn't resist to look over at Remus constantly, and he kept looking over at you. Each time he would smile, sometimes he'd lightly wink. When Molly and Arthur Weasley were leaving you and the twins said you'll come home later in the evening and they trusted you and left you behind. Finally there was very few people left behind and Remus approached you and the twins as you relaxed in the living room. "Sorry to interrupt." He began not taking his eyes off you as he scanned your body, licking his lips.

"Please do." Fred said with a grin.

"Excuse us profesor." George said pulling Fred away.

"Has anyone given you a tour of the house dear?" Remus asked you with his hands on his pockets while looking down towards you. You shook your head and he simply reached a hand out to you to help you up. He began giving you a tour from the bottom of the house towards upstairs, there were still people in the house but very few as it was nearing 4am and most people had traveled home by now. He led you all the way up before he stopped at a room. "And here is my room." He said.

"Your room?" You questioned.

"Well technically the guest room but since it's just Sirius who lives here this room has become my room, I stay here whenever I'm in London." It was mostly a simply decorated room but the small pile of books on the side table made it obvious that Remus stayed here often.

"What have you been reading?" You said picking up the top book as Remus came up behind you putting his arms around you and kissing your neck.

"Does it matter right now?" He whispered in your ear pulling you against him.

"I don't think so." You said as he turned you around to look at him.

"You drive me crazy girl." He leaned in to kiss you. "Do you want to know how crazy?" He asked and you nodded. That's when he grabbed your hand and put it against his crotch, you could feel how huge his cock was in that very moment. "Holy shit." You whispered as a genuine reaction not thinking about what's leaving your lips. Remus smiled and chuckled slightly. "Don't worry, I'll go slow." He whispered and you almost melted into his kiss. After a moment of kissing he gently pushed you against the wall where he pulled your top off and your trousers. He began kissing you from your neck down your body getting on his knees in front of you as he kissed your legs and bit your thong. "I have thought about this moment from the first time I met you. You're more beautiful than I imagined." He said before standing up and kissing you on the lips again and you ran your hands through his hair. He picked you up and lay you down on his bed as he climbed up above you leaning down and kissing you. You reached up to unbutton his shirt and he stopped your hands for a moment.

"I just want to warn you, I have scares." He said, his voice had a twang of anxiety behind it.

"I don't care." You breathed out.

"You don't understand they're bad, I can keep my shirt on."

"Remus don't be ridiculous." You said unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his chest, his scars were deep, layering on top of each other some older than others. You began to trace them with your finger as Remus watched your expression, you then leaned in to kiss his scars. He put a hand under your chin and went back to kiss you as he unbuckled his trousers slipping them off while keeping his lips on yours. He once again moved down to your underwear taking them off with his mouth as he kissed you all the way back up to your lips. "I'm going to go slow but if anything hurts tell me okay?" He confirmed and you nodded. "Dear I need you to use your words for me."

"Yes Professor." You said and it felt like his eyes darkened a little as he slowly slid into you. You could feel how large he was as began to slowly move in and out. As soon as he saw you feel comfortable he began to up the pass, kissing your neck and starting to suck and lick it as you moaned under him. "You're so beautiful." He whispered in your ear as he kissed you.

"Remus you feel amazing." You said as he picked up the pace and moaned in your ear. He held your hands above your head with one hand and kept himself up above you with the other. The kissing turned into bites with kisses as your hearts raced. "Remus I'm close." You moaned out as he was bitting your nipples and still holding your hands above your head. "I want to feel you cum for me." He said as he kissed your lips again and you moaned out in bliss. You felt him fill you right after. As soon as he pulled out he leaned in to kiss you and you kissed him back. "Happy new year." He whispered as he lay down next to you pulling you in your hug him, you skin touching his skin. "Happy new year Remus." You whispered back tracing his scars with your finger and closing your eyes as he lightly kissed the top of your head.

A/N: AHHHHHH finally! Now I can tell you this chapter was the idea that sparked everything, it was the idea of them sitting on those bloody steps and him lighting her cigarette with his own that made me want to write all this. Don't worry it's not over yet, we're only just beginning the story I hope you carry on reading a lot as there's loads more to come as they navigate this situation. Hope you like it!

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small request: (of age) student often visiting lupin for office hours although she doesn’t need any help; lupin secretly infatuated w her since the start of term, he’d been imagining her in various ways while he was alone & playing w himself; fluff & intimacy & smuttttt

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Tea, Professor Lupin?

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Summary - You always found an excuse to visit Professor Lupin in his office hours. After a cup of tea one evening, you end up straddling him, grinding yourself against him. This is the beginning of many more encounters, until one afternoon he can't take it anymore and has you against the wall of his office. (2,229 words)

Warnings - teacher/student, age gap, biting, marking, making out, grinding, dry humping, rough sex, unprotected sex, my grammar (english is my second language), not proof read.

Notes - Thank you for your kind comment Anon! I had a lot of fun with this one. I don't even know if it all makes sense but I hope you enjoy! Little surprise at the end!

Remus Lupin sat in his quarters, a parchment lying forgotten in front of him, quill dried from lack of use. His mind, usually focused, was a mess of conflicting thoughts, of forbidden emotions, all centered around one person: you. Merely thinking your name sent a rush of heat through his loins. 

It was a torturous loop, playing over and over in his mind—the way the light from the window caught your hair, turning it into a shimmering halo; the way your lips parted slightly when you were lost in thought; the curve of your collarbone peeking out from the neckline of your school uniform, leading his gaze to places it shouldn't wander.

He remembered the way your skirt would hitch up slightly when you sat down, revealing just a bit more of your thigh, nothing inappropriate, but enough to stir a feeling within him—a reminder that he was, after all, a man.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and there you were, that demure look in your eyes, the slight flush on your cheeks, your skirt hiked up around your waist exposing the pale skin of your thighs. In his mind, you were kneeling right before him, looking up through long lashes, waiting for his command. The imagery was so vivid, so erotic that he could feel your breath on him. 

He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, painfully aware of the growing tightness in his trousers. He palmed himself, pressing down on the hard ridge beneath, trying to alleviate the tension. But the contact only made it worse. A low groan escaped his lips as he decided to give into the sensation. 

There was no turning back now. The need for release, the burning desire, became overpowering. With trembling fingers, he unbuttoned his trousers and slid his hand inside, palming the warm, hard length of himself. He freed himself from the confines and began stroking, starting at the base and moving upwards, his thumb brushing over the sensitive tip. The sensation made his hips jerk in response and he couldn't help letting out a low curse. 

His thoughts spiraled further into fantasy - your soft moans, the fluttering of your eyelashes as you looked up at him, your lips stretched around him. A breathy "fuck..." escaped his lips as he felt himself nearing the edge. 

The tension coiled tightly in his lower belly, building with every rhythmic motion of his hand. His grip tightened, and he quickened his pace, driven by the impending climax. And then, with a final, desperate thrust into his own hand and a barely suppressed shout, he came, warmth spilling over his fingers in thick, pulsating spurts. His heart pounded in his ears as he tried to catch his breath, a lingering feeling of guilt for letting his mind wander like that. 

He told himself it was the last time he would give into such forbidden fantasies, although he knew his resolve was not very strong. Because you were his weakness. Every day you were his weakness. 

Every office hour you were his weakness. You would show up, knowing you absolutely did not need help with anything. Your intentions were not exactly pure; it was more about the man behind the desk than any lesson he might teach. You just wanted to be with him. To see him. To feel his gaze on you. So here you were again, hesitating at the door before knocking softly. 

"Come in," he called. 

You entered, your eyes finding his immediately. "Professor Lupin," you began with feigned innocence, "I was wondering if I might use your office to study? It's so quiet and calm here." 

He looked up, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Of course, Y/N," he replied, gesturing to a small desk by the window. "You're always welcome here."

You settled into the seat, trying to focus on your textbook, but acutely aware of the intensity of his gaze. Every so often, you would catch him stealing glances in your direction. His eyes would travel, lingering on your legs when they shifted or the curve of your neck when you leaned over your books. 

For Remus, the ritual became a torturous loop. The simple act of you being there, so close yet so far, tormented him. He found himself lost in his thoughts, the pages of his book becoming a blur. The tightening in his trousers a cruel reminder of the tension in the room. 

As the weeks went on, your interactions grew less formal. You would often arrive without a pretense of studying, and your conversations flowed easily. So much that one evening, you walked in without knocking, a playful grin on your face. "Professor," you teased, "I thought I might stop by for some tea and company." 

Remus chuckled, setting aside his paperwork. "Dropping the excuses, are we?" he responded, warming to your presence. 

You shrugged, your face glowing in the light of the fireplace. "Perhaps. I've come to appreciate our little talks." 

He summoned a pot of tea and poured you both a cup. "So have I," he admitted, his eyes searching yours. You both settled on the couch, the warmth of the fire creating a cozy atmosphere yet there was an undeniable tension. 

In the midst of your conversation, you drew nearer to each other, perhaps unconsciously, your knees brushing every now and then. Remus's every breath became a battle against his own desires, the proximity testing his resolve. 

He shifted uneasily, the close proximity awakening a forbidden hunger. "Y/N," he began, voice slightly raspy. "It's getting late. Perhaps you should head back to your dorm."

Your gaze moved from his eyes to his lips, your voice soft and innocent as you murmured, "But Professor...I don't really want to leave." 

He swallowed hard. "I don't want you to leave either," he almost whispered, every word heavy with the unspoken desires. "But I wouldn't want you getting in trouble..." Even as he spoke, he found himself leaning in, the pull impossible to resist. You were so close now; your breaths intermingled. 

You had every opportunity to pull away, but you didn't. And then the distance between you vanished as his lips met yours. The initial contact was tentative, a gentle exploration, as if he was asking permission. But the restraint soon faded as the kiss deepened, rapidly transformed into one of burning need. 

In an impulsive move, you swung a leg over, straddling him. You could feel his very evident arousal against you, making him groan as you began to move. 

"We shouldn't-" he managed, his voice thick with lust. But his protests were silenced by another deep groan, spurred by the rhythmic pressure of your movements against him. His hands, once hesitantly placed at your sides, now gripped your hips with a possessive fervor, guiding you as you continued to grind against the hard ridge of his length. 

Your moans and whimpers were intoxicating. His mouth trailed to your neck, biting and sucking on the delicate skin, tasting your warmth, leaving a territorial mark on you. The pace of your movements increased until you were unable to hold back anymore. He felt your body tense, a telltale sign of your climax, and his control slipped away rapidly. The soft whimper in his ear was all it took to push him over the edge. His hips jerked involuntarily as a sticky warmth seeped through his trousers. 

You stayed like that for a few moments, foreheads touching, catching your breaths and coming to terms with the line you'd just crossed. Remus looked mortified. "I...I'm sorry," he murmured, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "This shouldn't have happened. It can't happen again."

You looked at him, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. "No, it shouldn't," you replied sarcastically. And that's when he knew he had corrupted you, or perhaps you had corrupted him. It didn't really matter anymore because every evening, the ritual repeated. The pretext of "tea" had become a thinly veiled excuse for the intimate encounters that transpired between the two of you behind the closed door of his office. 

Remus was not even trying to dissuade you anymore. More often than not, he would pull you into his arms as soon as the door clicked shut. Your lips met, and the world outside disappeared. A light bite on your lower lip would elicit a whimper, and his mouth would quickly travel to your neck, where he discovered you were more sensitive. He reveled in these moments, intoxicated by the power he held over you. He loved marking you, a visible claim that you were his, although he knew he had no right as your Professor. 

There were nights where your need for intimacy transitioned from the physical to the emotional. He would be sprawled out on his office couch, and you would nestle yourself on top of him. His fingers would thread through your hair, and he would lean down to press a gentle kiss on your head. "How was your day?" he would ask. 

"It was okay. Potions was...intense," you murmured, the hint of a smile playing on your lips. 

Remus chuckled lightly. "Snape still giving you a hard time?"

You shook your head, your fingers dancing over the fabric of his shirt. "No, not really. I think he's just...Snape." 

Remus laughed softly. "True. That man is an enigma." He paused, his fingers stilling in your hair. "Y/N, we...we need to talk about this," he began, his voice hesitant, "about us." 

You lifted your head, your eyes meeting his, filled with a mix of fear and hope. "I know," you whispered.

He sighed, pressing another gentle kiss to your forehead. "It's just...our positions...it's complicated. I should've never allowed myself to act on my feelings. I had no right."

You shook your head, a silent tear rolling down your cheek. "But Remus, I feel safe here, with you. I want to be with you." 

He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "I feel the same way," he admitted. "But we have to be careful." 

You nodded, burying your face in his chest. "I understand."

Yet, his actions never followed his words. He would eat you alive with his eyes every class, touch himself to the thought of you at night, or pull you aside in the corridor to steal a kiss in the middle of the day. 

The sight of you, there in the hallway, acted as a siren's call. It was different this time. His gaze was not soft and playful. It was predatory and it went straight to your core. Without a word, he snatched your wrist, his grip firm, and pulled you along towards the closest room- his office. 

"Remus? What's going on?" you began, a bit surprised. 

"You," he growled, pressing you firmly against the wall. "I can't get enough of you," he breathed against your neck, his fingers working with a frenzied haste to lift your skirt and push down your panties swiftly. You gasped, sensing the barely contained need in his every movement. 

With a groan of frustration, Remus quickly undid his trousers. His erection was painfully hard, and he pressed it against you, savoring the wet heat and intimacy of the contact. "You feel that?" he whispered harshly, grinding against you. "This is what you do to me." 

You could barely respond, your breath hitching as you felt his tip rub against your entrance. "Please, Remus," you panted, your nails digging into his shoulders, back arching against him. 

He didn't need any more encouragement. With a sharp thrust, he entered you, burying himself deep as your legs hooked around his waist. 

"Fuck, Y/N," he grunted. "You feel so good." Every thrust was hard and frantic, the slap of your bodies echoing in the confined space. 

You clung to him desperately, your body rising to meet each of his powerful thrusts. The pleasure was almost too much, and soon you felt that familiar pressure building. "Remus," you whimpered, your walls clenching around him as you reached your climax. 

Feeling you tighten around him was his undoing. "Fuck..." he cursed again, thrusting even more relentlessly. "Gonna fill you up," he rasped. "Take it. Take all of me." 

Without further warning, he buried himself to the hilt, holding himself deep inside you as his release overtook him. You cried out, the intensity of his climax and his depth almost too much to handle. Each pulse of his length seemed to go on forever, filling you completely. 

Finally spent, he rested his forehead against yours, both of you panting heavily. He remained inside you for a moment longer, the soft pulsing of his length a lingering testament to what had just transpired. Slowly, he pulled out, his seed trickling down your thigh and onto the polished wood below, only for it to vanish with a flick of his wand. 

In a daze, you felt your panties being pulled back up. Moments later, you were back on the familiar couch, his arm wrapped protectively around you. 

Floating towards you were two cups of steaming tea. Remus looked down at you, his eyes still dark but with a hint of mischief. "Tea, Miss Y/N?" he teased. 

You smirked, taking the offered cup with shaky hands. "Why, thank you, Professor Lupin." 

[lost-inthe-v0id]

Young Snape x Reader prompt/idea? Idk

I can’t really write so this is a scenario I made up that I just word vomited

I’ve always had a crush on snapes young actor since I was like 8 so this is js something I made up when I would daydream

Student!Reader is a ravenclaw pure blood with no strong opinions on wizards/witches with no magic parents and a lot of ravenclaw and slytherin friends

Student!Reader and Student!Snape meet on the train and click right away but don’t hang out at school as much because Lily told Snape she didn’t like reader. They’re still acquaintances until that changes due to Lily getting closer to James and Severus getting a class with Reader. Little by little they slowly start getting closer together.

Reader would like to spend more time with him but he feels a responsibility to stay with Lily all the time since she was the only one who cared to stick around with him. Reader doesn’t like the way Lily treats him and the fact she’s all buddy buddy with his bullies

Finally it’s all solidified when Severus and Lily have an argument their 4th or 5th and he calls her a mudblood. Lily starts to ignore Severus not only everytime he goes to apologize but anytime he comes near her at all. She starts to stand by and just watch James and his gang bully Snape and sometimes laughs.

Reader finds Severus crying and comforts him. Gives him a pep talk about how wonderful he is and how people make mistakes and no one deserves to be treated like he is. Finally after that they start hanging out everyday. Severus becomes good friends with Readers friends but they still usually only hang out with each other.

Reader tells people in Ravenclaw and slytherine how Lily treated Severus and people stopped talking to her, gossiping about her even. Since Reader is a pure blood that’s part of an affluent family she grew up around other affluent family kids. Overall reader was not only friends with higher influence kids but also very respected among them due to her kind and understanding nature. So a lot of these people started to look down on Lily.

Finally it all comes together when Snape and Reader are near a tree talking one day when he starts telling Reader how much he doesn’t deserve her and kind of confessing and rambling when Reader kisses him. After that they start dating, the don’t try to hide it either. They hold hands ALL the time, sometimes you find the pair snogging, other times you find Reader laying her head on his shoulder.

Lily doesn’t like this, she liked the fact Severus liked her and the attention she would get from him on top of that people she use to talk to won’t even look at her now. She tries to talk to him saying she’s ready to hear him out but by then Severus couldn’t really give a shit.

Idrk about the rest

I know not a lot of people like Snape like that so I’m just posting this for myself not really expecting anyone to see this lol

If someone does end up making a full fledged fic plz credit me :<

[singmyaubade]

Yes, Professor?

Professor!James Potter x Student!Female!Reader

Falling in love with a boy is butterflies and mayhem. Falling in love with a man is fire coursing through your veins and fiery passion.

I THE FIRST GLANCE

II THE TALK

III THE JEALOUSY

IV THE TRIAL

V THE LAST DANCE

caution • swearing, angst, soon-to-be-smut, professor, etc..

[divaofmads]

TOM RIDDLE | DARK LADY 🖤💚

Part I: Gentleman | Part List

Warning: Toxic relationship, Dark Magic, Greed, Non-canon but does not affect Canon, There are historical inaccuracies, I wanted to write the character as an anti-hero but this is my first attempt. So please excuse me.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Ages are written according to the main movie. Due to the events in Rowling's universe not being fully established, McGonagall's age was determined according to the first books. I wrote McGonagall's youth by imagining Eva Green, and no matter what the main character's name is or what their physical features are, the main character is always you, I recommend you read it knowing this.

A/N 2: Each character's story will be stated as a season. Because I am writing too long to be a one-shot and too short to be a novel.

A/N 3: I apologize for the mistakes I made in English that is not my native language and I am trying to improve my writing skills.

Dividers by picsart

The classroom, surrounded by high windows, was trapped in deep silence. The students listened intently to Professor McGonagall. It was the third year of the Transfiguration class and advanced spells were being taught. They were aware of their responsibility to be good witches or wizards for their fates that were sinking deeper into darkness with each passing day.

The candlelight behind the teacher's desk had made the professor's presence before them seem ghostly, here and there in shadow. The grooves and protrusions in her skin now blatantly thrust their presence into the students' eyes. Ron realized how old she was, as her wrinkles were more pronounced than ever. He wondered what secrets, what memories she might be hiding behind those wrinkles, and for a moment it frightened him.

When McGonagall caught Ron's eye, she couldn't make sense of the meaningful look on the boy's face. She addressed the boy with her usual dominant expression.

"Mr. Weasly, you seem very interested in the lesson. Would you like to show us your interest by performing a successful Avifors spell?"

Ron nodded in rejection, afraid of McGonagall's stern look. His lips seemed locked, and he couldn't speak. His red hair trembled.

McGonagall looked down at the boy. "What happened, Mr. Weasly? Did the dragon catch your tongue? You can do that, check your knowledge from last year."

Harry moved to save his friend from the moment. "Sir, I don't think Ron can comply with your request. Well... his wand doesn't guarantee complete obedience."

McGonagall snorted. "Well, I hope you try to renew your wand soon, Mr. Weasly, otherwise you'll have a very hard time passing this course."

Hermione raised her hand as Ron pressed his lips together and hung his head in embarrassment. A question extracurricular had occurred to her regarding the incident. "Professor, I have a question about wands."

She turned his sharp eyes on Hermione and looked at her through his glasses. "I'm listening, Miss Granger."

"Can you tell us about the existence of wizards or witches who can cast spells without using a wand?"

After Harry met Sirius Black, who had been a prisoner in the treacherous arms of slander for twelve years, Hermione Granger had been deeply involved in research in the archives of the school library. For this, she was grateful to the invisibility cloak. While she was researching the Black family, a name caught her attention. A name that also closely interested Minerva Mcgonagall.

McGonagall took a deep breath and looked around the class. A memory hidden in her wrinkles that Ron found strange suddenly appeared in her expression, and she looked longingly. Except for a few students who were emotionally developed at an early age, like Hermione, no one could understand the compassion in her expression.

“Well,” she began. As she moved between the three rows of tables, she began to explain. “The wand is an important tool for a witch or wizard to channel their power.” Her eyes scanned the students one by one. “It allows a witch or wizard to learn more powerful spells and charms more easily and more quickly.” she placed his hand on the desk where Neville was sitting for support. “The most talented student I have ever seen at wandless magic,” Harry continued, whispering to himself under the impact of the experience. “Dumbledore.” The depth of admiration in his voice brought a faint smile to McGonagall’s face. Although he was nervous at being heard by the professor, especially by such a stern-looking witch, it did not last long.

"You are right, Mr. Potter. The Headmaster's power and intelligence are beyond question. However, as a student, the most talented witch I have ever seen at creating powerful wandless spells and charms was my peer, Ophelia Black."

Harry asked, adding substance to the other students' astonishment. "Ophelia Black? Is she from the Black family? Was she related to Sirius Black?"

McGonagall kept her stern expression. "Yes, she was Sirius' aunt. But she was no different from Sirius. Despite graduating from Slytherin, Ophelia shone not only with her intelligence and talent, but also with her character. She possessed a type of magical ability rarely seen in Hogwarts' history."

Ron said sarcastically, "It's not often we hear that someone from Slytherin is talented."

Ron was doing a good job of getting the attention of the Slytherin students in the class, but McGonagall continued to walk around the room, scowling at them both to shut them up. "I see you've got your tongue in the right place," the heels of her shoes echoed on the stone floor. "Mr. Weasley, I suggest you put your prejudices aside. Most Slytherin students are far more complex than you think. Ophelia was too."

Draco Malfoy interrupted the professor, imitating his father's arrogance from his seat. "My father used to say that Ophelia Black was a freak. A disgrace to her family."

McGonagall's face hardened even more, and a dead silence fell over the classroom. She turned her head towards Malfoy with chilling calm. She was firm against the shameless slander against her friend. "I wouldn't build my life on what your father said if I were you. Suffice it to say, Lucius Malfoy is not someone who can compete with Ophelia."

Draco began to feel a little uncomfortable, but he frowned and sat silently. His lips tightened into a tight line.

Meanwhile, McGonagall turned back to the class. "Ophelia was a powerful wizard who could have been the Dark Lord's favorite. She stood up to Voldemort with her courage, morality, and determination. Courage is not just for Gryffindor. Ophelia proved that."

As Hermione and the other students listened with curiosity, McGonagall continued, "Wandless magic is extremely rare. But Ophelia could perform extremely effective magic without even needing to use her wand." Harry was as interested in the subject as if he were listening to his godfather. It was amazing to hear of someone so similar to Sirius Black. He asked. It had only been a short time since he had met him, and it made him happy to hear about such an admired relative of Sirius Black. "Then why have we never heard of her before?"

McGonagall looked at Harry. "Because in history the heroes do not always shine brightly, Mr. Potter. Ophelia was ostracized by her own family, but that did not make her bow her head. She did the right thing. And for that, she will always be a friend I will be proud of."

Draco remained silent, embarrassed, eager to send his letter of complaint to his father after class.

McGonagall glanced around the class and said, "Now, back to our lesson. Perhaps one day one of you will become as unforgettable as Ophelia. But that depends on staying on the right path."

The question on Harry and the others' minds was: What happened to her? Despite Hermione's research, she couldn't find a source on the subject.

September 1952

Headmaster Armando Dippet's Office - Afternoon

Ophelia was walking quickly through the Gargoyle corridor, illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the windows. It had already become dark due to Slughorne extending the lesson and not allowing early dismissals, leaving its coldness blowing over the Hogwarts castle. The cold surface of the stone walls made the young witch's pale white skin shiver and her quince hairs stand on end.

Out of breath, she ran towards the bronze statue in front of her so she wouldn't be ten minutes late for her meeting with Headmaster Dippet. The skirt of her black robe was flying, the emerald green hair wrapped in it was slowly being released.

She was among the few students who knew the password the gargoyle asked. This must have been an indication of how much Dippet trusted her. She repeated the magic words without changing her proud stance on the spiral staircase steps. When the gargoyle accepted the password and started spinning around its axis, the stairs formed and took Ophelia to the second floor.

She tightened her hair clip as she walked down the steps and into the office. She looked at her reflection in the glass of the nearest window and smoothed the silver strand in front of her hair with the palm of her hand. After convincing herself that she looked formal enough, she knocked twice on the carved maple door. But there was no sound. She thought he might be distracted by his busy schedule with the Ministry of Magic. She knocked again. This time five times. She was sure there was someone inside, she could feel it. She could hear the paintings talking to someone. Curiosity insidiously wrapped itself around her heart and took over. She grabbed the door handle impatiently to see what was in the headmaster's office, opened it abruptly, and put her foot over the threshold.

The office glowed dimly with magical light. The bookcases were filled with centuries-old works, and the conversations of the portraits on the walls had diminished to a whisper - after Ophelia arrived. She had heard the portrait of Fytherley Undercliffe, a former headmaster, pronounce the name Tom Riddle. It was not unfamiliar. She remembered Professor Dumbledore mentioning the name several times before. It was the only thing that piqued her curiosity. She crept inside, looking carefully. She glanced at the headmaster's desk first, but Dippet was not there. She was certain that there was someone else in the room besides the moving pictures. She paused for a moment, then noticed movement. A young man had emerged from the shadow of the chair. Ophelia turned her head to the young man at the bottom of the stairs.

When he asked with a cool smile, "Are you waiting for the principal?" Ophelia's only thought was that the old figure in the painting was the person she was talking about. Another student who knew the Gargoyle's password! A former student who had not been forgotten since graduation. Was this the poison of jealousy pumping from her heart into her veins?

"Yes," Ophelia said in a calm but somewhat defiant voice. "But it looks like we won't be alone."

Tom leaned slowly against the edge of the table. His eyes scanned Ophelia from head to toe, an analytical, almost menacing gaze. He had never met anyone whose irises were as different as the sun and the moon. A wisp of gray in the front of his raven-black hair could be the cause of the storms raging inside her.

"Headmaster is usually not around at this time of day. So waiting here is sometimes a waste of time."

Ophelia looked at the young man with a confident smile. The candles in the office were shining brightly enough on his skin that she could see his face. She could easily see his dangerous eyes. "So why are you here?" she asked.

"You're curious. But curiosity can be dangerous sometimes, you know," he said with a subtle sarcasm.

Ophelia ignored the warning. She answered with determination, never taking her eyes off his. "We can't have knowledge without curiosity, can we? Someone as intelligent as you should understand that."

Tom's face showed a slight look of surprise, then he clearly expressed interest. His voice was softer but still mysterious.

"You're right. Curiosity is a powerful tool if channeled correctly. What are you so curious about, Miss...?"

He cleared his throat. "Black. Ophelia Black. And I think that's all you need to know. And you're Tom Riddle, aren't you? Slytherin's rising star."

Tom's eyes lit up, and he could hardly contain his pride. "Rumors spread fast, it seems. But yes, it's me."

Ophelia said with a slight sarcasm, "The nonsense of chattering paintings. Rumors are not always true." It was obvious that Ophelia did not want anyone but herself to be 'special'. She wanted to despise what was being said about him, and this effort caused a moment of silence. Tom studied Ophelia more carefully this time. He watched her irises, one holding the oceans, the other the earth, and he understood the passion and depth they had in common. He left the table and descended the marble steps slowly, savoring the moment, and approached the young witch.

"You're different. More... pointed than the others."

Ophelia raised her eyebrows slightly. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Is that a compliment or a warning?”

Tom's smile grew wider, but this time it had a darker tone. "Maybe both."

Ophelia swallowed, trying not to show any emotion on her face. Her emotions were intertwined like nesting dolls. Whichever emotion she mentioned, there were rooms inside her that opened up to a completely different emotion.

Suddenly there was a soft knock at the office door. Ophelia started, and Tom casually turned his gaze to the door. There was no sign of Dippet's return, even if it would have put an end to their wandering curiosity about why they were here. Still, the brief moment did not break the electricity between them. Ophelia barely managed to tear her gaze away from Tom. "I think I'll talk to Headmaster Dippet another time. Have a good time, Mr. Riddle," she said, and turned and headed for the door.

Tom watched Ophelia leave the office, moment by moment. Dark curiosity and a touch of admiration gleamed in his eyes. He whispered her name back. “Ophelia…”

The young witch turned her head to the man one last time as she closed the door. She thought she would steal a glance, but she caught Tom looking at her. A momentary pause. But she closed the door without saying anything and left. Maybe she didn't know, but this encounter would be her turning point. She didn't know that she had caught the attention of the dark lord whose name would be feared to be spoken in the future. She didn't know that her rosy life would be contaminated by another life that deserved her last name.

The morning silence that filtered between the stone walls of Hogwarts was broken only by the sound of students' footsteps echoing through the corridors. The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, as always, held a magical uneasiness beneath the Gothic ceilings. The smell of old wooden furniture mingled with the thick books that bore the deep marks of age.

Ophelia Black was sitting elegantly on the edge of the desk. The girl, who carried the arrogant pride of Slytherin, had a calm but slightly mocking expression on her face as she looked around the classroom with her eyes, one brown and the other blue. Her long black hair formed a perfect wave on the shoulders of her robes; she was reviewing her handwritten notes. Minerva McGonagall, who was sitting next to her, seemed to be in another world entirely. She was leaning on her notebook filled with ritual writings and drawings of cats, filled with a quiet but obvious ambition. Minerva's hair was combed with the discipline we were accustomed to from her; her face bore a determination that reflected the passion she felt with her dream of becoming an animagus.

“Becoming an Animagus is no easy task,” Ophelia said, her delicate fingers stroking her quill. The tone in her voice was more like the mocking warning of a rival than that of a friend. “Most wizards fail when they try to attain the form they desire. And a creature as mysterious and insidious as a cat… A creative but absurd idea.”

Minerva raised her head and looked into Ophelia's eyes defiantly. A slight smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "Absurd? It may be absurd in the eyes of those who seek to preserve the boundaries of magic, Ophelia. But not to me."

Ophelia raised her eyebrows slightly. She bowed her head slightly, as if appreciating Minerva's ambition, but she did not waver in her haughty stance. "You will stumble as you try to transcend the limits of magic, and I will be there, Minerva. With a helping hand and a half-mocking smile, of course," she said mischievously.

Just then, a few Slytherin students entered the classroom, and especially the group leader, Abraxas Malfoy, cast a condescending look at the Gryffindor students in the room. Abraxas's arrogant walk caught Ophelia's attention, but she was not pleased. Abraxas sneered as he approached Minerva and Ophelia.

“Ophelia Black and a Gryffindor,” he said, his voice echoing off the stone walls of the classroom. “This was worth getting up early to see. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sight that would put the Black family to shame.”

Minerva straightened up quickly and turned a sharp gaze on Abraxas. "Who I sit with is none of your business, Abraxas. Perhaps if you studied your magic a little, you would be better off doing something useful."

Abraxas threw back his head with a mocking laugh. “The bravery of Gryffindor,” he said scornfully. “But that bravery will not save you from me.”

Ophelia leaned on the corner of the table and looked at the boy coolly. The arrogant expression on her face was like a withered tree, devoid of any emotion. She slowly took out her wand and placed it on the table. The bright, crystal-studded wand reflected the light and shone menacingly.

“Malfoy,” Ophelia said, her voice authoritative. “If I have to put up with your stupidity and ignorance any longer, I will teach you a lesson you will never forget. Do you think you are worth it?”

The mocking expression on Abraxas' face was gone. Despite Ophelia's threatening demeanor, he approached her, aware of the responsibility that came with being the leader of the group. However, when he saw Ophelia point her staff at him without a moment's hesitation, Abraxas' friends retreated.

Ophelia shouted "Expelliarmus!" and Abraxas dropped his wand, hitting one of the desks. The sound of it falling echoed through the classroom as everyone began to pick their side. Some were ovating 'Black', some were ovating 'Malfoy'.

Just then, the classroom door was thrown open. The person who entered was different from everyone else. A tall, elegant, yet menacing young man… Tom Riddle. His robes were perfectly fitted and neat, just like his. His hair had strands of coal black that shone in the darkness. His eyes stabbed cold daggers at the students who suddenly froze in the classroom.

“Sit down!” he said, his voice calm but authoritative.

Ophelia forgot to breathe for a moment. The fact that Tom Riddle was here, in this class, surprised her more than anyone else. They had met a few days ago in the office of Headmaster Armando Dippet. In fact, Dippet had praised Tom as a bright wizard of the future to Albus Dumbledore one year ago and expressed his pride in him. But at that time, she could not have imagined that Tom would appear before her as a professor in this class.

As she slowly sat down, Ophelia looked up at Tom’s cold, flawless face. She wasn’t sure whether to admire or fear his rise to such a powerful position at such a young age.

“My name is Tom Riddle,” he began, his voice echoing around the room. Every word was clear and weighty, as if they were being carved into the stone walls of Hogwarts. “I am the new professor of your Defense Against the Dark Arts class this year. But if you think we will be teaching this class in an ordinary way, you are mistaken.”

The students in the class listened intently, some staring in curiosity, others hanging on to Tom's every word without blinking. Tom's lips curved slightly upward, a smile that carried not warmth but a threatening warning.

“The Dark Arts,” he said, his voice growing deeper. “The subject that many of you fear, but are afraid to understand. This subject is not to fight the darkness, but to understand and embrace it.”

A murmur rose in the classroom, but a single look from Tom quickly quieted the murmur.

“The allure of the Dark Arts is great,” he continued. “I will teach you how not to fear them, but to master them.”

At this moment, a Hufflepuff student raised his hand shyly. His name was Taurus; he had a round face and light hair, and with an expression mixed with excitement and fear, he began to speak. “Professor Riddle… And what is the most effective defense against dark magic?”

Tom turned slowly toward Taurus, narrowing his eyes. The very movement made the student feel a lump in his throat. “An effective defense,” he said, his voice deep, “can only be mounted by one who understands the nature of darkness. Therefore, Taurus, you must concern yourself not only with spells, but with the minds of dark wizards. Grindelwald, perhaps.”

A Ravenclaw student raised her hand in deep thought. Her name was Claudia; her long pink hair fell around her shoulders, her eyes sharp with intelligence. “Professor,” she said in carefully chosen words, “Grindelwald’s place in the magical world is still debated. If dark magic is so powerful and effective, can we use it both defensively and offensively?”

Taking a few steps towards Claudia, he spoke. "It is the test of a true wizard not to be carried away by the temptation of dark magic," he began, and continued. Although he seemed to be scanning the class, it was nothing more than feigned glances to catch a glimpse of Ophelia.

Tom Riddle had meticulously answered the students' questions and had managed to captivate them with every word. The voice of this young man who dominated the room was etched into the stone walls of Hogwarts. His eyes were roaming over everyone like a snake, but it was clearly felt that his gaze frequently shifted to Ophelia. Ophelia could not feel comfortable under those gazes and tried to understand why Riddle was constantly paying attention to her. Ophelia had noticed Tom's furtive glances. Her heartbeat quickened with excitement. Every word in Tom's speech felt like it was addressed only to her. The darkness in Tom's eyes was both threatening and fascinating at the same time.

“Now…” said Tom, placing his hands gently on the podium. “This year, in addition to classes, I would like to start a club where you will all have the opportunity to showcase and develop your magical abilities. I am thinking of calling it the Dueling Club.”

A buzz went up in the classroom. Most of the students were looking at each other with excitement and curiosity. The idea was met with great interest among the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, while the Hufflepuffs seemed a little more cautious. The Slytherins, especially Abraxas and his group, were discussing the idea with sly grins on their faces.

But Ophelia reacted differently than the other students. Her face showed surprise. Her eyes widened. Because this was a plan she had brought up in Principal Dippet's office at the beginning of the year. Ophelia had thought that such a club would be a great opportunity to improve the students' abilities in defensive magic, and she had brought it up with the principal. However, Dippet had not given her a definitive answer. Now, it was both surprising and unnerving to see Tom Riddle express the same idea.

Tom’s eyes remained on Ophelia as he watched the students’ reactions. The expression in his eyes was one of challenge. It was as if he was deliberately trying to increase her surprise.

“This club will not only hone your Defense Against the Dark Arts skills,” Tom continued. “You will also learn how to strategize in real duels. For a wizard’s value lies not in his knowledge alone, but in his ability to use it.”

Many students were already eager to join the club. But Ophelia was confused. How had Tom Riddle found out about her idea? Apart from Headmaster Dippet and Minerva, she hadn't shared it with anyone. Of course, she was sure as hell that Minerva wasn't an incorrigible spy. A nagging suspicion suddenly rose in her heart.

Minerva nudged the young witch's arm and asked what was going on. She couldn't make sense of how an idea shared only between three of them could be included in a fourth person's mind. Ophelia looked at her friend and said, "I'll wait, Minerva." said "When I go to her after class, everything will come to light." But waiting for the class to end had the greatest effect on the young witch's mental torture.

After the lesson, the classroom emptied out, and students filed out, excitedly talking about the club Tom Riddle had just announced. But Ophelia decided to stay. With a mixture of anger and curiosity in her eyes, she walked to the front of the classroom, next to Tom. Tom was writing something on his notebook at the moment, but he remained calm, as if he knew Ophelia was approaching.

“Professor,” Ophelia said, her voice controlled but slightly shaky. “I want to ask you something.”

Tom looked up. The cold gleam in his eyes made Ophelia flinch. “Of course, Miss Black,” he said with a calm smile. “I’m all ears.”

Taking a deep breath, Ophelia spoke. “The Dueling Club idea… It was something I discussed with Headmaster Dippet. How did you find out about it? Did the Headmaster tell you about it?”

Tom paused for a moment, then his smile grew a little deeper. “The club idea?” he asked, his voice so natural and convincing that for a moment Ophelia thought she might be mistaken. “What an interesting coincidence. I had no idea you were talking to the principal. But it turns out that intelligent minds can think along similar lines.”

Ophelia looked into Tom's eyes. She searched for honesty in his every word, but she saw nothing more than a cold-blooded mask on the young professor's face. Her suspicions grew, but she could not figure out how Tom knew.

As Ophelia left the classroom, Tom silently stared after her, as if satisfied with her confusion. He hadn't given Ophelia any notice, but the truth was simple.

In fact, he had first heard of Ophelia at the beginning of the year from Albus Dumbledore. It was a moment when he had applied for the second time to the school for the DADA class, when he felt he had to strike up a satisfactory conversation to convince Dumbledore. The professor had praised Ophelia's intelligence and talents when he spoke of her. But this was a kind of red flag in Tom's eyes. Someone like him was always alert to potential threats.

When they met that night in Principal Dippet's office, he had already known that Ophelia would be there. Just before the young witch arrived, he had been examining the headmaster's desk and had found a notebook filled with Ophelia's ideas, which had intrigued him and inspired him to read the notes about her. A young witch with a strategic mind, determination, and leadership qualities. Tom saw this as both an opportunity and a challenge.

When Ophelia entered the office and met him, their ideas had come together. Riddle had not only read the notes Ophelia had left on Dippet's desk, but had also cast a light Legilimency spell on her during their conversation. It wasn't exactly mind reading. He had simply noticed her thoughts and feelings on the surface.

His ultimate goal was to identify students who might be prone to the dark arts and recruit them into his plans. However, Ophelia Black was a special case that caught Riddle's attention. Riddle knew that Ophelia was a clever and powerful witch. But before he could fully win her over, he had to test her loyalty and her aptitude for the dark arts. Dueling Club was not just a game. It was the first step in Riddle's selection of potential allies and enemies. And Ophelia was at the center of this game.

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Essays as an excuse/ Professor!Remus Lupin x innocent!reader

Word count: 679

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.

Remus sitting in his office chair his cock throbbing thinking of you in his office. He can almost taste your vanilla perfume. He asked you to come see him after you were done class to talk about your Dementor assignment.

You had written a long essay. But there was some information that he wasn't sure where you had gotten it from. Generally, he wouldn't be bothered with it but he wanted to see you again. He was desperate. He unzips his pants and slips his cock out, rubbing it. He is hoping to be able to jerk off and cum before you get there. Hurriedly bringing his fist up and down on his hard cock. Chasing his orgasm. Throwing his head back moaning loudly.

You arrive and knock on the door. He realizes he doesn't have time to hide his hard cock that won't cooperate. He can never get his cock back into his pants when it's hard and he's taken it out.

"Come in!" Remus calls out a little weakly.

Hoping you won't see his cock bobbing behind his desk. His cock leaking at the thought of you seeing it. He clears his throat as you step in. Hoping you won't notice how weak his voice just was. Or you would brush it off as shock.

"You wanted to speak to me, Professor." You say standing in front of his desk in your black mary janes, blck knee length skirt, white button up top, and slytherin green tie. You had taken off your black cloak with the Slytherin emblem on it, earlier. His cock now steadily leaking at you calling him Professor. His office filling with the scent of sweet vanilla.

"Ahhh yes. Your essay is very well written but some of this isn't in the libraries in the school." He starts, his right hand drifting towards his cock. His cock is still pouring precum. He grabs it in his fist and starts jerking it. Rubbing the precum around using it as lube. Trying to keep a serious look on his face.

"Oh yeah, my manor has a large library and I asked Aunt Narcissa....." you keep explaining where you got all the information.

Going into details. Behind the desk Remus is panting watching your lips picturing them around his cock. Picturing you on his knees in front of him begging for his cum.

He keeps rubbing his cock he lets out a silent moan at the fact that you have no idea what kind of pleasure he is feeling while you talk about your home library.

He is thrusting his hips a little into his fist. Remus suddenly chokes on a groan talking himself by surprise about the power of his orgasm. He cums into his lap. A few spurts land on his shirt. You don't notice.

You give him a strange look. He leans back with a look of pure bliss on his face unable to keep the serious look on his face with the black out pleassure he is feeling.

"Professor, are you alright?" You ask.

"Yes, Y/N." He says in a moan. What you can't see is his cock spurting cum on the floor, down his pants and all in his lap. He came so hard he blacked out for a second.

"Thank you, Y/N. You can leave." Remun says after a little while still panting seeming like he just ran a marathon.

You give him another confused look and leave. He just continues to lay in his chair unable to move. His legs feeling like rubber.

His cock just leaking out a little cum now into his lap. Which is now soaked in his cum. How did you not notice him cumming? He thinks to himself relieved you didn't notice. His cock twitches trying to get hard again but having trouble with how hard he just came.

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Harry Potter Masterlist

requests are OPENED for all Hp characters, I don't write smut

Remus Lupin

Yule Ball

Matchmaker

Prejudices

Pretend

James Potter

Fallout

Sirius Black

The Snake and The Lion

Father? (Platonic)

Not Like Others

Severus Snape

Tender moments

Believe in me

Moving On

Father? (Platonic)

Secret Forbidden Love

The Magic Of being A parent (Platonic)

New Hope

Hope Eleanor Snape

How Could You

You're Alive

Little Dragon

Noticed (Platonic)

Jealousy

Someone Like Me?

DADA

For Me?

A Night To Remember

Francaise

Affection

Too Late?

A Phase (platonic)

Blind Date

Another One

Lost Wand

Denise

Magic?

Harry Potter

"Love"

Lucius Malfoy

Charm

Old Crush

Tom Riddle

Letters From The Heart

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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/n’s 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 didn’t really spend time with them —besides at parties—, 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 didn’t 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 —the 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.

"Like…" 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/n’s 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.

“Good girl, yeah, good girl,” 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.

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Secret Smokes (Part 10)

Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader

Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, drinking, teacher-student relationship, angst, jealousy, fluff, smut.

Word Count: 2960

A/N: A lovely human asked me today if this fic is over and I thought damn I got to update quick before I lose all my readers. Hope 2024 is treating you all well, here's to the first post of the year!

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You opened your eyes scanning the room you're in, first you saw the curtains shut. Clothes neatly pilled on the side, a messy stack of books and parchment. Then you turned around and saw the back of Remus's head as he slept peacefully. Thoughts of guilt, lust and memories flooded your head. You began to think whether he regrets last night, was it just a drunk mistake, what do you say to him when he wakes up. You felt him move and turn towards you, on his face a gentle smile. "Morning dear, how'd you sleep?" He asked and kissed your forehead.

"Really well, you?" He scooped you closer with his arms to his chest.

"Let's ignore the conversation we have to have now and just savour this moment." He whispered while cuddling close to you.

"I like that idea." You replied breathing in his smell. Your heart felt full and you felt so comfortable like this was the place you were waiting to be your whole life, and he didn't seem to regret it but rather welcome it.

"Now dear would you like some coffee? Breakfast?" He asked softly not letting you go.

"What a gentleman." You joked in return.

"I try my best." He said with a wink before kissing the top of your head and standing up, he put on a T-shirt and his trousers from last night. "I'll start making the coffee, rest as long as you want."

You lay there in naked confusion and bliss, you were happy but you were confused. You had no idea how you will face him in class after waking up in his bed. You got out of bed putting on yesterdays clothes and grabbing one of Remus's sweaters for warmth before making your way down to the kitchen. The room smelt of coffee, Remus looked younger for a moment with messy hair and wearing no socks on the cold floor as he made coffee. He turned around with a smile. "Good morning, nice jumper." He said with a wink. He winked a lot you noted, maybe he was just as nervous as you right now. "Do you like it with milk or black?" He asked.

"Splash of milk please, no sugar." You confirmed and he followed your instructions and handed it to you. "Perfect thank you."

"Care to join me on the roof for a smoke and coffee? Then we can think of breakfast plans." He said walking towards the stair case and you followed. You sat down side by side on two chairs, it was cold but you didn't mind. "You know this has always been my guilty pleasure, coffee and a cig the morning after, I thought it made me cool." He admitted looking out onto London.

"It makes you look cold, I'm not sure if cool is the right word." You said and he laughed lightly to response, shaking his head.

"It used to calm my nerves because I wasn't sure what to do with a girl in the morning after, how guys are meant to act, so I figured out to start my mornings with a smoke and conversation, not that this is a common occurrence."

"What you don't sleep with your students often?" you joked to ease your discomfort about this whole situation.

"I don't sleep with anyone often, especially students."

"Why?"

"Because they're my students and I have somewhat of a professional-" You interrupted him by saying "No I mean why don't you sleep with people often."

"Y/N you know what I am."

"So?"

"So, being around me, close to me is not only dangerous but also a burden to a persons life. Therefore I've found it's better to focus on solitude and not burden anyone else who I may possibly care for. Y/N I am not a man I am-" You once again cut in to stop Remus Lupin from his usual self-loathing pit. "I'm hungry."

He quickly checked his watch "We could go to a bakery about 5 minutes away they should be open, we can grab some pastries if you'd like."

"What time is it?" You asked in fear.

"Half past nine, why do you need to be somewhere?" He asked with a slight painful tang behind his voice.

"The Weasleys, I was meant to be staying there. I need to go before they all wake up." You said leaving your coffee and heading down to Remus's bedroom, Remus followed you down.

"I'm sure you'll be okay, just tell them you fell asleep on the sofa." He tried to calm you as you put on your jacket and gathered your belongings.

"No, I'll never hear the end of this. Molly will kill me." You said in panic.

"Y/N you're an adult they'll understand, just stay finish your coffee, I can write to Molly that you are here." He said placing a hand on your shoulder to calm you.

"I'm sorry Remus I don't want to run like this but I have to, I don't want to try and explain why I'm here in the morning. Happy new year." You simply said to him as his face dropped into a frown.

"Happy New Year." He said quietly and you apparated to the Weasleys house. You didn't know that you left Remus with a feeling of enormous guilt, he felt like he used the opportunity of you drunk to sleep with you and now you regretted it. He was reminded of your age by the way you rushed home, you may be eighteen but you still sometimes behaved like someone's daughter and that made Remus feel uneasy about perusing you, especially when you have to rush home the morning after. Rush home to a friend of his. The guilt ate him alive as he cleaned the coffee that you didn't finished and put out your half-smoked cigarette. In that moment he made a decision, he messed up, he got close to you and kissed you because he couldn't control himself and based on how you ran out the house you obviously regretted everything.

You on the other hand felt guilty for leaving, Remus treated you nicer than anyone else you've ever slept with, he made you coffee, he cared, it filled your heart with warmth, you knew you'll have to apologise for how you left. You slowly walked through the house up to the spare room you were staying in when you bumped into Percy who was going to the bathroom. He gave you a quick look up and down in a judgmental way and didn't even say hi, then as you passed the twins' room they opened the door with big grins. "Nice jumper." They both said at once. You looked down and saw you left in Remus's jumper.

"Shit." You took it off in that very moment in panic. "Don't tell anyone." You warned them.

"Our lips are sealed." They said in unison. "Although we will high five him next time we see him." Fred shrugged.

"Don't you dare Weasley." You warned.

"So how was sleeping with our dear professor?" George asked.

"Was it everything you dreamed of?" Fred added.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Was it at least good?" Fred pushed.

"The best I've ever had. And he made me coffee in the morning and hugged me and kissed me." You felt like you were melting just thinking about it.

"The best?" Fred repeated.

"Who knew prof would be so good." George added.

"Let's not talk about it, I actually have to sit in his class after this." You felt a bit sick at the idea, that was the end of that conversation. You quickly went to take a shower and change. After that you wrote a letter to Remus apologising about leaving so soon and thanking him for the coffee. He didn't reply. You sent him another three letters over the next few days making sure he's okay however he didn't reply. So you got the message, and he did regret it, he was just being nice to you in the morning because he was a good person. You were nervous to go back to Hogwarts but you decided you won't let New Years stop you. You came back a week before term, and you thought it may be good to bump into Remus before term starts to talk. You went to the bridge but he didn't, you knocked on his office but no one answered, you even tried to find him using the map but it was like he was always waking away from you.

You finally saw him on the first day of term, he was sitting eating breakfast in the great hall with all the teachers. You received and owl and it was from him but he didn't look up at you at all.  The letter read:

"Welcome back to the new term miss L/N.

As previously agreed our tutoring continues to prepare you for you exams.

- Professor R.J.Lupin"

You looked up at him but he didn't look at you.

In his lesson that day you sat nervously in your seat, you were sitting next to Sebastian as you and Percy weren't on talking terms after New Years. "Are you okay?" Sebastian whispered watching you move around in your seat nervously waiting for Lupin to arrive to the classroom.

"Just nervous about exams." You explained to him, he put a hand on your leg to steady it. "It's okay you'll do great, I've got some calming fraught if you want it though." He said and you nodded. He slipped  you the potion and you drank it, you didn't realise that around the time Sebastian put his hand on your leg Remus was walking in the classroom and watching the whole interaction. "Better?" Sebastian asked and you nodded in response. "Thank you." You said and he gave you a smile before moving his hand from your leg as you had stopped shaking from stress. Remus cleared his throat as he stood at the front of the classroom. "Welcome back I hope you've all had a good new year," Remus said, looking at you intensely during the last three words. You instantly felt hot however because of the position you didn't feel worried instead slightly turned on as you looked back at him, after a moment of eye contact he ripped his eyes away.

"Now I'm sure you're all nervous, but I will get you as prepared for your exams as possible all I ask is for you to listen and pay attention and that way I can help you." He continued, his eyes kept catching yours as if he couldn't look away and you were now enjoying the attention as all stress had left your body. However the closer to the end of the lesson it got the more the potion started to wear off and you could no longer look Lupin in the eye, he noticed the change in you and was very confused, he simply couldn't read you, he knew you took a potion however he wasn't sure what you took, he suspected it was calming draught but he had to ask you in your tutoring session if you show up. You considered skipping it but you knew you had to speak to Remus sooner or later and you didn't want to fail your exams because of him.

You lightly knocked on his office door filled with a bit of anxiety, he was sitting marking papers when you came in and he smiled gently at you but you could see he was on edge just like you. "Good afternoon Miss L/N. I hope you had a good Christmas." He greeted you and it filled you with anger that he was just pretending nothing happened.

"Can we talk?" You asked quietly sitting down on a chair near the front.

"Is it about your studies?"

"Obviously not." You snarked and he sighed pulling up a chair opposite you.

"We shouldn't, it's my responsibility to prepare you for your exams and" he began before you interrupted with a simple. "Remus." He loosened his tie and sighed.

"I'm really sorry Y/N. I'm really sorry for what I did, I should've been the responsible adult, I'm your teacher for fuck sake." He began and he looked visibly upset.

"Do you regret it?" You asked gently.

"Obviously, I shouldn't have put you in that situation. I pushed myself onto you, I knew my feelings for you I shouldn't have spoken to you at all if I was drinking."

"But I wanted to kiss you."

"Y/N I'm your teacher." He said as a matter of fact.

"So I don't care do you? Answer honestly."

"No." He shook his head and swallowed hard.

"Would you want to kiss me again?" He did say anything he just looked at your lips. "Answer honestly Remus." You added and he shook his head.

"Then do it." His eyes didn't leave your lips for a moment and then he made eye contact with you and he simply said "I can't."

"Why?" You asked him pleading.

"Because I am falling incredibly hard for you, and all I'm going to do is hurt you. Because I am your teacher. Because I can't offer you anything much more than a tea and a great music taste and an awful lot of knowledge on books."

"I don't care, you made me feel special, you make me feel loved."  You continued to beg.

"Don't lie to me I saw how you ran out the house." He said with a angry and annoyed tone.

"I wrote to you three time to apologies, and you ignored every single letter." You said feeling like you're about to cry.

"You did?" His complexion changed suddenly.

"Yes. But I got the message that you rather ignore all this happened."

"Y/N, I wanted to make you coffee, take care of you and then talk to you like an adult about what this means for our lives here, but you ran out and the only letter I received was this from Percy." He said pulling out a letter that was crumbled up in his pocket, the address was Hogwarts, of course, all your letters went to the cottage but he didn't go there he came straight to the castle it all clicked.

"Why did Percy write to you?" You asked softly and he just handed you the letter to read.

"Dear professor Lupin,

As head boy I urge to remind you that you are our professor within and outside school grounds. And I believe you don't need to be reminded of school rules, especially for a man with your condition losing this job may be disastrous.

Happy new year, P. Weasley Head boy of Gryffindor"

"That prick." You said quietly and looked up at Remus. "I promise I didn't tell him anything."

"How would he know?" Remus asked he looked like you betrayed him.

"Your jumper," you began and Remus have you a puzzled look. "I came home in it the morning after and Percy saw me, he gave me a look of hate, we haven't talked since." You answered honestly. "Remus I'm sorry about this, can you ignore it and can we have this conversation based on our own opinions." You said and Remus sighed.

"No matter what I am your teacher and we've crossed a line."

"How do you expect me to focus in your lessons after what you've done to me professor?"

"Fuck you calling me professor like it doesn't turn you on." He said looking away and taking a deep shaky breath. "Can I kiss you one last time dear?" He asked and you nodded. And he leaned over the desk to kiss you slowly, the kiss was desperate and slow, as if he was savouring the moment, he put a hand on your cheek and tucked your hair behind your ear just like he did that first morning.

"Don't make it the last." You said as soon as he pulled away.

"Dear, as soon as you realise I'm just a broke man who's been cursed since childhood the sooner you'll realise you don't want me, so many men will be able to offer you the world, I won't."

"I hate you, I hate that you won't even give yourself a chance to be happy." You said feeling like you're about to cry.

"Y/N I'm trying to protect you." He pleaded.

"Or maybe you're just trying to protect yourself from feeling any good emotion in your life?" You said standing up. "Maybe you don't realise you're hurting me by not even trying, by leading me on."

"I'm sorry Y/N, I truly don't know what I'm doing, I wish I was, let's leave this conversation for another day let's start working on revision."

"Remus how am I meant to sit here and listen to you teach me while all I can think about is wether you like me just for sex, wether it's because you get turned on by fucking your student, wether you're just lonely and I'm convenient or wether an ounce of you actually cares about me."

"Y/N, if you want to have this conversation with me you need to act your age not frantically shout your thoughts at me like a school girl." He said harshly his mood becoming a lot more authoritarian.

"I am a school girl! I hate you Remus Lupin, I hate how you treat me, I hate you for making me feel like I mattered for you to just change your mind when it's convenient. I hate Percy for that letter. But I really hate you." You said pushing the tears away from your eyes.

"I'm not surprised, I hate me too." He said looking down at the desk and then he went silent.

"No Remus. I didn't mean-" You began realising your emotions got the better of you, truly you were scared about how much you liked him, how dependent you were becoming on him, how life wasn't the same without him.

"You've said enough. Goodbye." Remus said turning around and walking upstairs to his office without a single turn back to face you. And that was the last time you saw Remus Lupin that week, the next lesson you had with Lupin was taken over by Snape, and even your tutoring was now with McGonagall. Lupin returned on Friday evening, you saw him in the great hall during dinner, that's when you received and owl from him which was rare during dinner...

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The Firecracker Conundrum

[ I honestly recommend playing this song while reading haha ]

Warning: Slight swearing

Pairings: Professor Lupin X Student Reader [Platonic]

Summary: You, an apeshit student who's known to cause trouble in hogwarts, might have just started a firework mayhem in Lupin’s class when Umbridge came in to send someone to detention

[Characters included don't go by timeline]

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was filled with the usual chatter of students walking in and preparing for their next lesson.

Your Professor, Remus Lupin, was sorting through some papers at his desk. Often casting occasional glances at the door, giving slight nods acknowledging the students who walked in, greeting him. Before his eyes were once drawn to a familiar face — the notorious and infamous troublemaker, whose name is often heard through the halls of Hogwarts.

Whispers From mouth to ear, words of your pranks got out quickly and people often talk about stunts that you used to pull.

As you sauntered in, you had a bouquet of what seemed like "harmless flowers". However, Lupin's keen eyes quickly noted the subtle signs of mischief. The flowers were, in fact, cleverly disguised firecrackers and fireworks purchased from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

As you made your way to your seat, Lupin's mouth curled up into a smirk as he decided to taunt you abit, Attempting to see if he could make you spill the beans.

"Ah, [Y/N], welcome to class," Lupin said, his tone light and teasing. "I see you’ve come prepared with a lovely bouquet. Are you planning on decorating the classroom for the occasion? Interior Too boring for you I assume?"

"Well Infact Professor, the Interior of the class seems... A little dull. I thought that I'd do us a favour and try to lighten up the mood abit!" [Y/N] replied with a sly grin, balancing on the edge of their desk.

Some giggles and suppressed laughters could be heard around the class over your witty remark, knowing you most likely have something in plan.

“Just a friendly reminder,” Lupin said, catching [Y/N]’s eye, “we’re here to focus on learning defensive spells today.. I trust you’ll save your little floral arrangements for another time?"

“Of course, Professor,” [Y/N] said with an exaggerated bow. “I'll try my best to resist the urge to spice things up.”

.-.

As Lupin began the lesson, he guided the students through practical exercises and theoretical discussions. Despite his serious tone, his eyes occasionally darted towards [Y/N], who was playing their part well by pretending to pay attention but clearly scheming something.

The lesson continued, with students practicing defensive spells. The Sound of students muttering spells, and the flipping of pages filled the air that surrounded you. As you looked up catching the sight of Professor Lupin offering corrections and encouragement to students who needed it.

The air of normalcy was then abruptly broken when the door to the classroom came flying open, and Dolores Umbridge, one of the professors in hogwarts, strutted in.

“Professor Lupin,” she said in a disdainful tone, “I need to speak with one of your students. Is Emily here?”

As Umbridge eyes darted around the class before spotting Emily then approaching her

She grabbed onto Emily's Robes. "Your Coming With Me, Ms Emily." She said before further dragging her away. She was apparently called out to detention just because she was talking in umbridge classes earlier.

"PROFESSOR! PLEASE!-"

The whole class stared at the scene unveiling infront of them, Unable to intervene as most of them wouldn't want to know what happens Under Umbridge Wrath. Who knew what she would do if someone were to intervene.

But However, You didn't take the chance for someone to be simply dragged away to hell under such small circumstances. You appeared nonchalant, but your mind was already working on a plan.

Lupin’s gaze met [Y/N]’s, a hint of amusement in his eyes. As you dramatically threw a stack of textbooks onto the floor.

"Fuck this shit!" You exclaimed before you groaned loudly, catching Umbridge’s attention.

"Excuse me?" She slowly let's go of Emily's Robes, before she walked towards you.

“She's being unjustly accused! I demand a trial by wizard’s jury!”

You declared before pointing towards Umbridge with the Bouquet of flowers in your hands.

Umbridge, irritated but trying to maintain her composure, reached out towards You.

“I'll deal with Emily Later. You come with me, now.” she demanded before a flick of her wand, casting a spell to manoeuvre the bouquet of flowers from your hands to hers.

"And I'll Be taking these for myself" she said as she looked at the different coloured flowers with slight adoration.

In a swift move, You used your wand to set off a spell that ignited the hidden fireworks.

"Incendio!"

The "harmless bouquet of flowers" exploded into a dazzling array of lights, filling the room with an eruption of sparks and colors. The classroom was instantly transformed into a scene of chaotic brilliance. Fireworks whizzed around, and sparkling lights dazzled and danced across the walls.

The crackling and popping sound of the fireworks shooting off in every direction sends the whole class bustling with different sounds of chatter that was filled with amazement and awe. Not only was the class filled with laughters and cheers, it was the deffinition of a perfect ambience.

Umbridge, caught off guard, looked around in disbelief as Lupin’s face broke into an incredulous grin. He was clearly enjoying the spectacle that you have just pulled, trying to hold back a chuckle.

“Honestly, [Y/N],” Lupin called out over the commotion, “I’m beginning to think you might be a more talented performer than a student.”

"Oh? What if I'm both?" You replied before you held out your wand casting a spell to close up all the classroom windows plunging the classroom into semi-darkness.

Amidst the chaos, Umbridge frantically tries to find her wand that she dropped after getting caught off guard by your little trick. The room, now illuminated by the remaining fireworks that was still lit up with the sparks glowing like it's a magical lightshow, it almost looked like a starlit wonderland. The effect was mesmerizing, even as Umbridge’s temper flared.

Lupin, enjoying the spectacle, moved among the students, ensuring everyone was safe and helping to contain the situation. He couldn’t suppress his chuckle anymore as he watched the fireworks slowly dim, leaving behind a soft, magical glow. After the last of the effects was gone, Lupin took out his wand. With a wave, all the windows were now reopened, filling the once dim classroom with light.

“Alright Class, Settle Down.” Lupin said, as the students all went back to their seats. Lupin turned his attention back onto restoring order. The classroom was slowly returning to its original state.

Both in an impressed and teasing tone, Lupin approached you. “I must say, your sense of timing is impeccable. If only I could reward you with extra credit for such creativity.."

You gave a cheeky grin, brushing the remnants of fireworks off your robes. “Well, if you’re offering, I might just show up to class on time next week.”

As Umbridge got a hold of her wand, her impeccable anger was clear that she wanted [Y/N] Gone. She was even more pissed at the fact that she had just been embarrassed infront of the entire class, adding onto how Lupin did not offer her any assistance when the mayhem started.

It was time that she used her own way of dealing you herself.

Before she even got the chance to grab you, with a final flourish, You leaped out of the high classroom window, deftly landing on Your broomstick that was cleverly hidden outside and bellow of the class window.

"Till Next Time Professor!" You yelled from outside the classroom windows. With a wink and a smile, [Y/N] disappeared gliding off on their broomstick leaving Lupin shaking his head in amusement.

The Students all leaped out of their seat, to run off to the edge of the windows, witnessing [Y/N] Fly off into the air as they let out a huge playful laughter punching the air in triumph and victory.

Lupin watched from afar as [Y/N] made their escape, a mixture of admiration in his eyes. Before he said softly

"And the show goes on..”

[hayleythesugarbowl]

Hiiii could you write a Remus Lupin (as an adult) with x reader who is a student at Hogwarts? Like a teacher x student one maybe? Like Remus knows that that is wrong but he can’t resist her even if he really tries to. Write smut or fluff both is good :)

Thanks in advance 💐

Stolen Glances || Remus Lupin x student!reader

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • my other remus x reader oneshot ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

summary: oneshot where remus finds himself drawn to you against his better judgement even though you are one of his students

word count: 3.1k

warnings: age gap but it’s legal

a/n: tysm for this request lovely!! i hope this is what you wanted! also, for legal purposes the reader is in year seven and eighteen years old but you can imagine it however you want. also i made the reader a ravenclaw. enjoy!! 🎀🍓💌

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     You walked down the spiraling staircase that lead from your dorm to the Ravenclaw common room, a series of hallways, and eventually the majestic great hall at Hogwarts. 

You wrapped your cloak around yourself tighter in the chilly September temperatures. Even though you were within the walls of the castle, you still felt the cold in the air and rubbed your arms to stay warm. 

     You finally came to the great hall, stopping for a second to look around. Even though you’d been going to school here for six years you still found it a breathtaking sight. You kept walking and found a spot at the Ravenclaw table next to Penelope Clearwater, your best friend of four years. You sat down, piling food onto your plate quickly and shoving it into your mouth even quicker. 

     “Woah, slow down (Y/n)!” Penelope said.

     “Good morning to you too,” you teased, “I’m in a hurry. I’ve got Defense Against the Dark Arts in ten minutes.”

     You had probably taken too many classes for your own good this year. But you wanted to take as many subjects as you possibly could in your last year at Hogwarts. And you wanted to start this year off by not being late to your first class. 

     “So do I,” Penelope took a bite of a biscuit, “Third floor right? I’ll walk with you.”

     You finished your breakfasts and gathered your books, heading towards the staircase that would take you to the third floor. 

     “So who do you think we’re gonna have this year?” you asked your friend. Every year since your 5th year when Professor Quirrell had been killed in a fight with Harry Potter after he began aiding He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, you’d had had a different Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. You shuddered, thinking of the dark wizard. 

     “I don’t know, but I hope whoever it is actually teaches us something instead of the other way around,” she said. You laughed, knowing she was referring to Professor Lockhart, your last DADA teacher. 

     You turned a corner, passing a few other students with early classes making their way down the hallway. 

     You walked into the classroom and found a man with his back to you, his head bent over a book on his desk. His robes looked well worn, and his brown hair looked as if he’d been running his fingers through it. Upon hearing you and your friend walk into the classroom, he turned around noticing you and Penelope and giving you a warm smile. 

     “Good morning…,” he paused waiting for you to tell him your names.

     “I’m (Y/n) (Y/l/n) and this is Penelope Clearwater,” you answered.

     “Well Miss (Y/l/n) and Miss Clearwater, I’m Professor Lupin. I’m afraid you’re a bit early, but please take a seat anywhere you like.”

     You smiled back at him as you went to sit in one of the chairs closest to you. Penelope sat down next to you and began flipping through one of the textbooks she held. You watched Professor Lupin as he went about what you assumed was finishing preparing his classroom. He looked tired, as if he hadn’t had a good nights rest in some time but there was something about the way he carried himself that seemed to hint at a subtle energy. Intrigued, you continued to watch him. He mumbled a few spells, rearranging what you hoped weren’t crates holding some sort of magical creatures. 

     “(Y/n)? Did you hear me,” Penelope broke you out of your thoughts. 

     “Oh, sorry, got distracted. What did you say?” 

     She rolled her eyes, smiling, “I just asked what you thought of the Professor but I think I have my answer.”

     You blushed despite yourself, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

     “Nothing,” she said cryptically. 

     You wanted to press her further but plenty of other students had started to filter in and take their seats and Professor Lupin now stood in front of the class, waiting.

     “Good morning everyone,” he said, “as most of you know, I am going to be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year.”

     He started pacing and continued. “I hope all of you will take this class as an opportunity to not only learn how to defend yourselves but to grow as witches and wizards. I want you to look inside yourselves. Most of all, I hope you come out of this class today with more questions than answers. I can see the potential in all of you as I look around this class and ask that you always apply yourselves to your full potential so you can become the best versions of yourselves.” He looked at the class with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. 

     You listened aptly and could have almost sworn he was looking right at you as he finished his speech, his eyes burning holes into your forehead. You looked down quickly, smiling to yourself. 

     “Now if there are no questions, I invite all of you to turn your books to page 10 and let us begin.

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     “I’m telling you, you like him,” Penelope said as she fought to walk faster to keep up with your pace as you tried to get to your next class and away from this conversation.

     “Penny, he’s a professor and you’re delusional.”

      She pulled at the strap of her bag as you guys walked. “I see the way you look at him.”

     You stopped abruptly, “Since when did focusing in class because I want to get good marks become fancying the teacher?” Besides, there was something about Professor Lupin that you just liked, even though you were only a few months or so into the school year. And not only because he was, you thought, attractive with his bright smile and kind eyes. He was intelligent and wise but also patient and you could tell he really cared for his students. Not that those students necessarily included you…

    “I see the way he looks at you too,” your friend wiggled her eyebrows. 

     “Ok, that’s it! No more romance novels for you,” you began walking again. You quickly added, “And besides he doesn’t really like me, remember?.”

    “I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Penelope matched your pace, “Why wouldn’t he? You make perfect marks and answer all his questions in class.” 

     It was true. You had kind of become known for being a teachers pet in most of your classes—much to the amusement and teasing of your best friend and the appreciation of your professors. Especially Lupin. Until recently, he had beamed every time you answered one of his questions or volunteered to demonstrate a spell. However, lately you got the feeling he didn’t like you all that much. Or at least was indifferent to you. You weren’t sure why, and couldn’t be certain, but you thought you didn’t imagine that he avoided looking in your direction. You tried to tell yourself it didn’t bother you, but it did. You cared about his approval, wether you wanted to admit it or not. 

     “Drop it, Penny, ok?” She didn’t look like she would drop it anytime soon. 

     “‘Oh, Professor Lupin, what spell would you recommend using here? What is the counter-curse to this charm? Why don’t you love me? Why haven’t you asked me to marry you yet?” She mocked, giggling.

     “I heard that,” you snapped, not looking back. 

     You walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts together and found all of the desks pushed to the side and a group of students crowded in the center of the room with Professor Lupin standing next to a large wardrobe at the front. Turns out your pause in the hallway has made you a bit late, so you and Penelope snuck in right as class was starting. 

     “Alright students: Boggarts,” Professor Lupin said, not noticing as you two entered the classroom late, “who can tell me what they are?” 

     “They’re shapeshifting creatures, known for turning into the worst fear of whoever comes upon them,” you answered instinctually.

     “Show off,” Penelope mumbled, teasing you. You elbowed her in the rib. 

     “Very good, excellent!” Lupin beamed, looking around the grouping of students trying to find where the voice came from. Upon seeing who had answered him, he looked down and cleared his throat, continuing. You bit your cheek and looked at Penelope, as if to say: See? She furrowed her brow. 

     “Boggarts can only take the shape of a fear. They have no form of their own and therefore cannot hurt you. Now, I’m going to open this cabinet and I want a volunteer to step forward—don’t worry, you’ll all get a chance to participate—and at my command use the spell ‘Riddikulus’. Are you ready?”

     The first student, a nervous-looking boy with red hair, stepped forward. 

     Lupin took a few steps backwards, hand ready to open the cabinet. “Now, relax, hold your wand like so…and remember, the only thing you have to fear is fear itself.”

     He pulled it open with a flourish and within seconds a large scorpion took form. The boy let out a yell and jumped backwards but Lupin stayed calm, telling him what to do. Eventually, he was able to gain control of himself and the scorpion briefly donned a cowboy-hat before it was gone. The class applauded and the boy held his chin a little higher than he had before.

     In turn, all of your classmates had a go with the Boggart, which turned into a variety of fears from snakes to clowns to a stalk of celery, and when it finally came time for you to step forwards you weren’t feeling particularly terrified. 

     “Ready?” Lupin asked. When you nodded, he let the cabinet open and you almost stopped breathing entirely.

     There, in front of you, was who could only have been He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself, grinning wickedly. You felt your legs turn to lead and watched as he reached out a bony finger towards you. You, of course, had never actually seen him, but you had no doubt that’s who stood in front of you. Rooted in place you felt like the world was spinning. You heard the other students’ distorted screams, as if they were coming from very far way and the last thing you remembered was Professor Lupin’s concerned face as he rushed towards you before everything went dark… 

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     Light. The first thing you saw was a bright light as you squinted your eyes and tried to make sense of what was happening. You shut your eyes again. The last thing you remembered was being in class, the screaming of your classmates, and Vol—

     You shot up, your memory returning. You looked around you. You were sitting on a couch and appeared to be in a small sitting area decorated in browns and greens. Your head pounded but you felt wide awake. Suddenly, a voice startled you from behind. 

     “Miss (Y/l/n), good you’re awake.” You looked around you and saw Professor Lupin standing in the doorway behind you holding a steaming cup of tea. 

     Embarrassment flooded through you. You attempted a smile. Lupin walked over to you, handing you the cup of tea and offering you a piece of chocolate. 

     “Take this,” he said gently, “It’ll help.”

     You took them gratefully. Lupin sat down next to you. 

     “How are you feeling?” He asked, “Does anything hurt?”

     “Just my pride,” you smiled ruefully. Professor Lupin smiled back at you, the first time he’d really smiled at you in months. You wondered what had brought on the change but figured it was probably just because you’d passed out in his class and he felt bad for you. 

     “There’s no shame in being afraid, (Y/n),” he assured you. “If I’d known your Boggart would take the form of Vol—You-Know-Who, I promise I wouldn’t have made you face it.” 

     You appreciated his attempts to make you feel better, but you doubted anyone had ever fainted in his class before. You didn’t even know why, really. You-Know-Who was gone, or at least that’s what everyone was saying. There were…rumors though. But still. 

     “How long was I…out for?” You asked.

     “Not long,” he answered, “I know your friends will be glad to see you awake, though.” He made to get up.

     “Wait,” you stopped him, “where am I exactly?”

     He sat back down. “Oh, right, I—I brought you to my chambers. It was the first place I could think for you to lie down.”

     “Well, you have lovely taste,” you gestured around the apartment, admiring the decor. Professor Lupin laughed. “I’d say it’s nice in here if I wasn’t here on the grounds that I fainted in front of the whole class like a total loser.” 

     Lupin smiled, “Like I said, there is no shame in fear. And you’re not a loser. You’re one of the brightest students of your year and any Professor would be lucky to have the honor to teach you.”

     You were touched. You weren’t sure that  Lupin had uttered this many words to you in a month, much less so complimentary. 

     “Thank you,” you told him. 

     He looked at you warmly, and then as if suddenly catching himself, he looked at the clock on the far wall and said curtly, “Well, I really should be getting back to class and you need rest, stay as long as you like.”

     You didn’t know what had brought on this sudden change in the professor’s mood but it frustrated you. You were grateful to him for helping you but suddenly just as you felt like he saw you as a person again, he dismissed you. Maybe on any other day you would have just let him leave, but now, lying on Remus Lupin’s couch and having already made a fool of yourself, you surprised yourself by saying, “Why do you hate me?”

     Lupin stopped in his tracks, turning around, “(Y/n), what?”

     Now that you had said it, you couldn’t stop saying things. “It’s just, I’m a good student. And I always participate in class and you can’t even look at me! And then you’re kind to me one second and the next you just act like I don’t exist. I just—what did I do to you?” You realized your head was hurting again and you leaned back on the couch cousin. 

     Lupin looked like he was fighting with himself and then he ran a hand through his hair and sat down beside you. “Miss (Y/l/n), i don’t hate you I can promise you that.” 

     When you didn’t say anything, he continued, “I think your a phenomenal student—person. Your bright and kind and wise beyond your years—” he breaks off, “and it isn’t that I don’t like you. I—the problem is, I like you too much.”

     What? You didn’t understand him. He sensed your confusion and tried again.

     “I never in my wildest dreams imagined saying this to you,” he looks down, “but here we are. You deserve the truth. I like you, Miss (Y/l/n). A lot. And the reason I find it hard to look at you is because I cannot deny my attraction to you and I know how wrong it is but I can’t—gosh I can’t believe I’m telling you this. I can’t resist you and it’s painful to look at you when I know I can never do anything about it.” 

     You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Of all the things you’d expected him to say…. You found yourself blushing. You tried to form words but couldn’t, your head still spinning. Lupin stood up.

     “Now I think it’s best if I leave,” he moved towards the door. 

     “Wait,” you found yourself saying. You walked closer to him, close enough so you could see the faint scars on his face and smell his scent of vanilla and cinnamon. You looked into his eyes and saw the struggle there. You didn’t know if it was the lighting or adrenaline or maybe it was still the effects of what had happened this afternoon but you leaned in and suddenly you were kissing him. 

     He pulled away, “(Y/n), we can’t—” but you pulled him in again. This time he didn’t fight it, kissing you back softly at first, hesitant, but then more passionately and you could feel the months he’d spent  waiting to do this but telling himself it would never happen. He moved a hand to your hair, the other on the small of your back. 

     He pulled away again. “(Y/n), we don’t have to do this. There are plenty of guys your age who’d be lucky to have you and I don’t want to tie you down with a—” 

     “I want you,” you interrupted, kissing him again. 

     Neither of you heard as the door opened and—

     “(Y/n),” a voice said, “someone said you were in here and—” the voice stopped abruptly. 

     You and Lupin pulled apart, gasping as you turned around and stared at Penelope. Her mouth was open and she was looking between the two of you in utter disbelief.

     “Well, I just wanted to make sure you were ok but it seems you are,” she mumbled, a small smile forming on her lips. 

     “Miss Clearwater,” Professor Lupin started but you interrupted him. 

     “It was my fault Penny, I kissed him.”

     “Now, Miss (Y/l/n),” Lupin began but this time 

     Penelope interrupted both of you, now smiling big, “I don’t care who’s fault it is, I’m just glad it finally happened.” You stared at her, amused.

     “Hey, I’m the one who said you were in love with him after months of you obsessing over him and—”

     “That’s a gross exaggeration.” Your cheeks flamed and Lupin smiled down at you. “And Penny—”

     “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me!” She beamed, putting a finger to her lips. “I’ll be outside.” She walked towards the door, looking at you wickedly. 

      “I’ll be out in a minute,” you called to her. And then you and Professor Lupin were alone again. 

     “Sorry about…that,” you said.

     “Don’t be,” he put his hands in his cloak pockets, “I didn’t know you were obsessed with me.”

     “Ok, I’m going to kill her!” You stomped your foot but you were smiling. 

     Lupin looked at you seriously now, and lifted a hand to brush your hair out of your face, “Still think I hate you?”

     “Maybe a little less,” you teased. You clasped his hand and he interlocked his fingers with yours. 

     “You’re beautiful, (Y/n). You know that? You’re one of the most special people I  know.”

     You leaned up and kissed him gently. “I’m so glad this happened,” you whispered. 

     “Me too,” he said.

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ thank you @merthosus for the request, i hope this is what you wanted and that you enjoyed this!! i love writing for lupin so much also this whole thing was written while listening to taylor swift so do with that what you will 🎀have a lovely day/night <3