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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you need help with it, Remus?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Were they... smart?"

"Oh, very."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sir... please fuck me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A change of trousers may be--"

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

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

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

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

"Professor... mmm, yes!"

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

"Remus!"

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

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

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

"Think you just did, love."

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

"Professor Lupin? Are you in there?"

It's Professor McGonagall. 

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

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

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“Hey, (y/n)! Wait up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Remus, I…”

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

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

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

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

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

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