MoonySnivellus

In the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, the air was thick with the scent of old parchment and magic. Y/N walked alone, her mind still reeling from a recent argument with her boyfriend. She felt miserable, and as she rounded a corner, she nearly collided with Remus Lupin.

Remus caught Y/N by the shoulders, steadying her. His touch was gentle, unlike the harsh grip of her ex. "Whoa, careful there," he murmured, his voice soft and kind. His gaze drifted to her teary eyes, and his expression turned concerned. "You look like you've been crying," Remus observed, his thumb brushing away a lingering tear. "That boy of yours again, I presume?" He sighed, his eyes filled with a mix of sympathy and something else - a protective instinct that surprised even himself. "You know what your problem is?" Remus asked suddenly, his voice taking on a softer, more intimate tone. He stepped closer, invading Y/N's personal space intentionally. "You let that pathetic boy treat you like trash." His hand slid from her shoulder to gently grasp her arm.

"I could make you feel better than that pathetic boy ever did," Remus whispered, his face inches from Y/N's. His voice was a low, dangerous growl - a mix of jealousy and desire that he couldn't control around her. His free hand moved to gently grab her other arm, pulling her closer. "Don't touch what's not yours," Y/N whispered back sharply, but there was no real venom in her words. Instead, her breath hitched as she found herself caught in Remus' intense gaze, his proximity sending a shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with fear. Remus chuckled lowly, amused and intrigued by Y/N's sharp retort despite the flush creeping onto her cheeks. "Touché," he murmured, not releasing her arms. Instead, his grip shifted, becoming almost comforting as he rubbed soothing circles with his thumbs. "You're so stubborn," Remus muttered, leaning his forehead against Y/N's. He could feel her rapid breathing, her heart pounding in her chest. He inhaled her scent deeply, a strange warmth spreading through his chest.

Y/N bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile at Remus' words. She found herself drawn to his fierce protectiveness, even as she knew she shouldn't. "You're sweet, Remus," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I can handle my own problems." "Clearly not," Remus retorted, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he tried to suppress his own smile. He stepped closer again, lowering his voice. "Tell me, has he ever made you feel special?" He swallowed hard, hating the jealousy that burned within him. Y/N shook her head slightly, avoiding Remus' intense gaze. "No," she admitted quietly. "He's never really shown me much attention." Remus' heart ached at her words, realizing just how neglected she must feel. He took a deep breath, knowing he was playing with fire. "One question," Remus said softly, his voice almost careful. He knew he was treading dangerous waters. "When's the last time he touched you?" He watched as Y/N scrunched up her nose, thinking hard, and saw the answer written all over her face. "Holy shit,"

"You're telling me," Remus said slowly, trying to process this revelation, "that your boyfriend hasn't touched you in a romantic or intimate way in...how long?" Y/N shrugged, looking embarrassed. "Months," she mumbled. Remus' jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists. "Fuck that," Remus growled, before he could stop himself. He stepped forward, closing the distance between them. "Let me show you how a real man treats his woman," he murmured, his voice low and intense. Y/N's breath hitched as Remus closed in, the heat radiating from his body enveloping her. Her pulse quickened, palms growing damp. "Remus..." she breathed, a warning and plea intertwined. Yet she didn't step back, drawn to the intensity burning in his eyes. Remus ignored her warning, pulling her flush against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands splaying out possessively on her lower back. "Turns out," he whispered, "your boyfriend's an idiot for not touching you like this every day." "Remus..." she whispered again, half-protest, half-whisper. Her hands found their way to his chest, not pushing him away, but resting there, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "This is... this is a bad idea." Yet she made no move to leave his embrace. Remus leaned down, his forehead resting against hers. "Probably," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "But you deserve to be touched like you matter. Like you're wanted." He paused, giving her one last chance to pull away. "And I want you, Y/N."

Her eyes fluttered closed as his voice washed over her. "You shouldn't say things like that," she murmured, her voice small. "You know I have a boyfriend." Yet her body pressed closer to his, traitorous and needy. "And he shouldn't neglect you like this," Remus shot back, his hands sliding down to grip her hips. He pulled her even closer, until she could feel the hard length of him through their clothes. "Remus..." she whispered again, this time with a subtle tremor in her voice. Her breath caught as she felt the undeniable evidence of his desire pressing against her belly. "You're not making this easy..." His lips curved into a slightly smirk, knowing exactly what effect he was having on her. "What can I say? When I see something I want..." his hands tightened slightly on her hips, "something I've fucking wanted for way too long..." he trailed off, letting his body finish the sentence. His breath was hot against her ear, deliberately teasing. "I don't exactly hold back." She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing as she felt him grind against her gently. "You've... you've wanted me for a while?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She knew he had feelings for her, James and Sirius often mentioned it, but hearing him admit he'd wanted her physically was different. "Since the first day I saw you," he answered honestly, his lips dropping to her neck and sucking gently. He knew he was playing with fire - she had a boyfriend. But God, she felt good pressed against him like this. He grew harder, pressing his length against her belly again.

Her breath hitched as he sucked on her neck, marking her like an animal. She should push him away, remind him she was taken. But his confession, his obvious desire... it was intoxicating. Her hands slid up his chest without her permission, fingers splaying out over his muscles. With a frustrated groan, Remus reluctantly disentangled himself from her, grabbing her hand. "Come on," he growled, pulling her down the shadowy corridor. He led her to a seldom-used staircase, hidden behind a tapestry - a secret spot he'd discovered years ago. The stairwell was narrow and dark, barely used by students. It was hidden and private, perfect for... Merlin, he thought, his mind going dirty. He pulled her down the stairs, her hand still trapped in his. He could feel her fingers lacing with his, unknowingly innocent. He pushed her gently against the cold stone wall at the bottom of the stairs. The stairwell was barely lit by a single flickering torch, casting eerie shadows on her face. His voice was rough with desire, "No one comes down here," he whispered, his hands caging her in. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and dark with anticipation. The dim light made her cheeks glow softly, and her breath came in short gasps. "Remus," she whispered, his name a question on her lips. She knew what was coming, and she wasn't stopping him. His control snapped slightly. He kissed her hard, one hand tangling in her hair, the other sliding down her side possessively. He hitched one of her legs up around his waist without breaking the kiss. He was painfully hard, and he knew she could feel it through their robes.

She moaned softly against his lips, her head tilting back to give him better access. Her hips instinctively rocked against his, seeking more friction. She was getting lost in the moment, her thoughts of her boyfriend fading away. All she cared about was Remus and the fire burning between them. He broke the kiss to trail his mouth down her neck, his hands roaming over her body possessively. He needed more. He needed to feel her skin, not the thick fabric of her robes. He started to push her robes off her shoulders, his hands urgent and demanding. He saw the hard nubs through the shirt and bra she was wearing and growled softly. He hoisted her leg higher around his waist, grinding against her. He could feel her getting wetter through their clothes. He dropped his mouth to her chest, sucking softly. He knew that spot would darken, leaving a mark. She whimpered, her head falling back against the wall. Her hips rocked against his, trying to ease the growing ache between her legs. She could feel her core getting warmer and wetter with each grind of his hips. She wanted him so badly, it was almost painful. He opened her shirt quickly, groaning at the sight of her bra. He unhooked her bra with one hand, his mouth still sucking marks onto her chest. He pushed the cups aside, exposing her breasts. He palmed one roughly, his thumb brushing over her hard nipple before he captured it in his mouth, sucking hard. His other hand slid down to grip her ass tightly.

She moaned loudly, her nails digging into his shoulders. She could feel his hand on her backside pulling her closer, his hardness pressing into her stomach through his pants. She could feel his hot breath on her breast as he switched to the other, his hand on her backside flexing possessively. "Lift your leg," He growled, his hands going to his fly. He was about to lose it, his pants tightening around his waistline. He lifted her leg, wrapping it around his waist, his knees bent to keep her balanced against the wall. She did as he said, her leg lifting to wrap around his waist. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he pushed his pants down just enough to free himself. She could feel his hardness pressing against her still wet covered core, hot and throbbing. He gripped her leg tightly, his fingers digging into her skin. He captured her mouth again, kissing her deeply. He slid one hand down to push her panties to the side roughly. He then positioned himself at her entrance, pushing just the tip in. He pulled back from the kiss to watch her face. His jaw was tight, his body tense. "Merlin," "You're so wet..." He pushed inside her inch by inch, slowly, allowing her to feel every inch of him. "Fuck..." He muttered against her lips, his hand squeezing her thigh possessively. His pace started slow but steady, each thrust making her moan softly against his mouth. He immediately covered her mouth with his hand, muffling her moans. His other hand moved to her waist, holding her in place as he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and deeper. He was being careful not to make too much noise himself, but his grunts were low and controlled. Her legs wrapped tighter around him as she felt him hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. Her body started to shake slightly, her nails digging into his shoulders. She bit his hand to stifle a loud moan, her eyes rolling back slightly.

He could feel her getting closer, her body tensing around him. He cursed under his breath, his hand tightening over her mouth as he thrust deeper and faster, trying to silence her as much as possible. "Shh...shh..." He whispered against her ear, his breath hot and heavy. "Good girl, so quiet..." He whispered, his voice hoarse. "You're doing so well, taking it all without making a sound..." He praised, his hand sliding down to her throat possessively. "You're going to come first, silently, understand?" She nodded slightly, her eyes squeezing shut as he hit that spot again. He set a fast pace, his body slapping against hers softly. His thumb found her clit, rubbing tight circles as he murmured softly, "That's my good girl. Don't make a sound when you come...", before adding "Almost... almost there..." He whispered intensely, rubbing her clit harder. "Look at me..." He commanded softly, wanting to watch her face when she broke. Her body started to quiver, legs tightening around him. He knew she was close. "That's it... come for me..." Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she came, her body shaking and contracting around him. No sound escaped her, just a soft gasp against his hand. He felt her orgasm pulse through her, and it pushed him over the edge. "Good girl..." He whispered one last time, pulling her into a kiss to muffle his own sound as he chased his release. Her body was still trembling from her orgasm, and he held her close until he finished, pouring himself into her quietly.

Her body still buzzing from her orgasm. She carefully unhooked her legs from around him and lowered them slowly, wincing slightly as his semen leaked out. He watched her intently, admiring her naked body. He pulled up his pants carefully as she felt the mix of their juices between her legs, putting her panties back correctly. "Here," he said softly, bending down to pick up her clothes. He first helped her into her bra, clasping it behind her. Then, he slipped her shirt back over her head, gently guiding it into place and doing the button one by one. Lastly, he carefully wrapped her robe around her, securing it tightly. As he finished helping her dress, he leaned in close, his breath tickling her ear. "You look almost presentable now," he murmured with a playful smirk. Straightening up, he adjusted his own outfit, making sure everything was in order.

"Mmm..." he hummed softly against her lips, returning her kiss with equal tenderness. As she pulled back, he noticed a subtle change in her expression - a mixture of sweet appreciation and introspective thoughts. "What are you thinking?" he asked quietly, tracing a finger down her cheek. She hesitated temporarily, biting her lower lip nervously as she pondered her next words. "Actually..." she began, voice barely above a whisper, "I was just thinking... it might be time for me to break things off with my boyfriend. He's never made me feel quite like this." She added sheepishly and winked at him.

The end.

You are sitting in the Hogwarts Express sitting in the farthest car as it was the last one available and empty when you had boarded the train. At least you are having peace, a car for yourself only just before returning to Hogwarts after a small break during the scholarship.

Your last year was coming to the end and you had done so much already but yet so much stress was still coming before your last day at Hogwarts. You could hear faint voices upon the train's noises, school mates discussing about their break perhaps? You were glad to be alone for once, you're looking through the window, your mind wandering from one thing to another until Professor Lupin came in your thought...

DADA was one of your favorite classes,yes. But since Lupin started to teach DADA it was now your most favorite class: The professor had his way of teaching, he was very kind and handsome. You were not able to hide this fact since the first day you saw him. As you're thinking about him more and more, you can't help but feel yourself blush, your body getting hot. Not thinking twice as you know that you are alone, your hand move on its own under your skirt, feeling your panties already wet from the few fantasizes you were just having about your professor...

You sighed, making yourself as confortable as possible in your seat and moving your fingers through the damp material, deciding to tease yourself for a bit by moving two fingers slowly down and up onto your covered slit. The action made you gasp softly, your eyes were now closed as a few images of Lupin came in your vision... You applied a bit of pressure onto your still clothed clit,making small circles until you were moaning. Your moved your unoccupied hand to your mouth, although you were alone and the noises of the train would hide your sounds.

Deciding you had teased yourself enough, you moved your panties to one side and ran your middle finger up and down your slit until it slipped slowly in your entrance. Your moans getting slowly louder as you moved your finger in and out, joining a second one and finding the right rythme. The hand covering your mouth was not doing its job anymore although you were trying your best to stay as quiet as possible. That's what you thought because you surely didn't hear the door of your compartment sliding open, a tall silhouette appearing from behind it and not moving until the person decided to clear their throat and startled you in the process.

You immediately moved your hands away from your mouth and from under your skirt, your eyes were wide open your mouth agape as none other than Professor Remus Lupin was standing at the door of your compartment.

"Oh Merlin... P-Professor Lupin, I, um..." was all you could say, too embarrassed about the whole situation.

Lupin looked at your form: hairs clearly disheveled, skirt slightly hiked up and chest heaving up and down. The situation making him smirk at you before he spoke:

" Don't act so innocent, I heard you"

Your eyes couldn't get more wide as they already were, you face bright red at his comment. You wanted to hide, hopping no one else had heard you as well... Lost in your own thought again for a few seconds, Lupin closed the door behind him and satted in front of you with his casual smile.

"Did I interrupted something maybe, dear ?" He said playfully, his knees almost touching yours.

The name made you melt , this man would be the death of yours. You rubbed an hand behind your neck, not daring to look right at him and your legs glued together.

After trying to find an excuse for what he saw you decided to spoke "I'm sorry...I-I don't have any excuse for what you saw...I am really sorry, professor."

Mumbling your apologies to him he laughed a bit, you felt one of his hand on your left knee and the action made you look up at him, questioning him.

"Tell me, (Y/n). Were you thinking about someone in particular?" A playful tone could be heard in his voice. He knew...no way way he could know ?!

You gulped and bit your lower lip, the situation making your more aroused than ever although you could get expelled when not even arrived at Hogwarts yet. You wanted to lie, wanted to escape, anything but face him. Before you could answer his question he spoke again:

"You know, I saw the way you look at me during class instead of being concentrate on your lesson. Were you, perhaps, thinking about me ?"

Not trusting your voice enough you only nodded you head quickly but he was not having it.

"Use your voice, Miss (L/n)."

It sounded more like and order and made you shiver.

"I was thinking about you, Professor Lupin...D-dirty thoughts"

His hand in your knee moved up until it reached under your skirt, drawing small patterns with his fingers on your skin. His other hand moved to under your chin, making you look at him straight.

"Should I punish you, Sweetheart ?" You felt yourself clenching around nothing at the new pet name.

"Yes daddy, please." He licked his lips as soon as the words left your soft lips. Leaning over you from his seat he whispered near your hear, sounding like a predator:

"Oh, what am I going to do with you..."

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