#remuslupinxreader

"Did you really have to misbehave in class today like that?" Remus asked lightly. He was sitting behind his desk, wearing those delectable brown robes, and not even looking at you as he graded homework. You were a bit put out. You'd tried so hard to get a detention and he wouldn't even look at you!

You had been thinking of very naughty things in class, knowing that Remus liked to go into your head when you were slacking off, wondering what you were thinking. Specifically, dirty things about you and him.

The two of you had been dating since the beginning of the year, falling for each other very quickly. However, despite you being seventeen years old and of age, it was still illegal for a student and Professor to have a sexual relationship. This unfortunately meant that the two of you had to sneak around to see each other.

Which was exactly why you had gotten detention! So that the two of you could spend time alone and no one would care or be suspicious!

"I wanted to get detention to spend the night with you." You mumbled. "You know that's all I was doing."

"And I told you that we can't spend the night before a full moon together. I'm too much like a wolf on these nights Y/N, even if I don't actually turn until tomorrow night. I could hurt you and I refused to do that." Remus said firmly.

"You're not going to hurt me Remmy!" You protested, "And you know I like it rough anyways, so what's the problem?"

He sighed, pausing in his writing, fingers flexing around the quill, "I'm to strong, don't you understand that? I could break you. Crush you."

Yeah. . . all his words were doing was making your more and more aroused. You'd always been a thrill-seeker (probably one of the reasons you were even brave enough to sneak around with a Professor) and his words were calling you to your wild side.

"Remmy, you sound like Edward from Twilight." You deadpanned.

He scowled. He hated Twilight. He thought the werewolves had it to easy and he envied that they loved being Werewolves. That they found it enjoyable when he found it to be the worst part of his existence. That it was part of the reason he sometimes thought about killing himself. And the only reason he didn't was because of his morals, his work, his optimism about life, and now you.

"It doesn't work like that Y/N. That's a book, a fiction written to give Vampires and Werewolves good names and features. I don't work like that. I'm dangerous, I could hurt you. I could kill you. Even worse, I could turn you."

"Not tonight." You whispered, finally getting up from where you were sitting, to walk around his desk and straddle one of his thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck, nudging his cheek so that he looked at you. "Remmy, I know that sometimes I can be a bit of a brat, but I love you. And tonight, sure you might be a little rough, but I don't mind and you know that. You know you won't hurt me. I know you won't."

"And what if I do?" His voice cracked, "What if I do hurt you?"

You paused, thinking it over. "Then it heals and we move on and I'll know it was just a little accident. Remmy, I'm asking for this, knowing all of the consequences. I don't care."

He groaned, suddenly throwing his head back, "You smell so good."

You flushed, knowing he was referring to the arousal dripping into your knickers between your legs. "Well, I can't help it. I have a dangerous side and all your words are doing is appealing to me. Your fault." You grinned cheekily. You were starting to get needy, moving yourself against his thigh quickly. "So please?"

Suddenly, his eyes darkened, his hands coming to still you on his thigh. "You want to cum?"

"I do, yes, please make me cum!" You begged.

He smirked, "Well I still have homework to grade so-" You whined and he pinched your lips together with his fingers and continued, "-you can get yourself off on my thigh while I finish. And then, if you can finish yourself on my thigh without using any fingers or anything but my thigh, I will pound you into the bed like you want me to."

And there went the arousal pooling between your legs again. At this point, you were surprised even you couldn't smell it.

"Do I have to take my clothes off?" You asked.

"Yep. You're not going to use those cute pink knickers of yours to help you out." He grinned, "Get to work, I've got quite a bit of homework to grade."

You stood up, stripping off the black skirt you wore for your school uniform, and then paused. "How did you know my knickers were pink?"

"Darling, I always know what you're wearing underneath that skimpy little outfit of yours." He growled. "I know the bra is matching as well."

You blushed, pulling the soaked knickers off. You actually really liked the set that you were wearing. It made you feel both sexy and cute at the same time, with the lace and tiny little bows on the side.

You folded the skirt up, setting on the side chair, but threw your knickers in the dirty clothes. They were unwearable now. You set your black cloak aside, unbuttoning the white skirt, folding up the articles of clothing before removing the pink bra as well, leaving you completely bare.

You unbuttoned his pants, and he lifted his hips up to help you pull them down around his ankles, before you straddled his thigh again.

The only touch he gave you was his arm, wrapped loosely around your waist.

You grabbed his shoulders with your hands, and then got to work. You shifted your hips back and forth on his thigh. The hair of his legs did help give a sort of stimulation, though not as much as you needed.

He chuckled, "So wet darling. Naughty little pup."

You whined softly at his teasing. You really just wanted him to lift you off his thigh and fuck you into the bed.

You envisioned the various positions that he could make love to you in, as you dragged your clit across his thigh over and over. You sped up, trying to gain more friction. You could feel the slight onslaught of an orgasm, but the level was still low and you were feeling desperate.

You wanted to check and see how much homework he had left to grade. It seemed like he was finishing them a mile a minute, and you were getting desperate. You really needed him to fuck you tonight, you had to cum before he finished.

You whined again, grinding down on his thigh, trying to gain friction. It was building up, but at snail pace. You moved even faster, dragging your clit over his thigh again and again. Tears of desperation fell down your cheeks and the wetness of your eyes made your mascara run slightly.

Remus loved seeing you coming apart like this and he just grew harder as he attempted to grade the homework as quickly as possible. All of his senses were heightened. He could smell how aroused you were; a sweet, delicious scent that had driven him over the edge, giving in long before you had begged for him. He could hear all of your small whimpers and the way that your skin was dragging along his. He could feel your entire body trembling with need, could literally feel your desperation. He saw how your cheeks were flushed, how your eyes were a mess, and how you clung to him, trying so hard to get off on his thigh.

He couldn't wait to taste you. His tongue was literally tingling just thinking about your taste, saliva building up in his mouth and he quickly swallowed.

"Please." You begged, wanting him to take control. You wanted him to help you because you couldn't do it yourself. "I can't Remmy, please?"

He made a tsking noise with his tongue, seemingly unbothered by your pleas. In reality, he almost gave in right then and there. It took every fiber of his being not to react. "Now pup, a deal is a deal."

You cried out, burying your face in his shoulder, rotating your hips. You twisted them, rolled them, and tried every trick in the book. The orgasm was just there, you could feel it. It was like a knot that was built up in your stomach, just waiting to be released.

He felt your thighs shaking and slammed the quill down, picking you up in a matter of seconds. You let out a wanton cry at losing your orgasm, nearly bursting into tears right then and there. He strode across the room, slamming you down on the bed.

You caught your breath, only to lose it again as he buried his face between your legs, sucking hard at your clit and you released all over his tongue, crying out his name so loudly, Filch would've come running if the silencing charms weren't on.

"I know." Remus said in a husky voice, "You were supposed to finish on my thigh. But I just had to taste you. And now, I'll fuck you like there's no tomorrow. How do you like that?"

"Remus. . ." You mumbled, "Please. I love you so much. Just ruin me."

He remembered the way your face turned a soft pink at something so cheeky but innocent.

How would you react to him doing something..more?

Remus and you always had a more touchy relationship than most friends. You loved it to his delight. He was able to have you and claim you without you questioning him. 

Like today, in the Gryffindor common room.

You walked in to find James, Sirius, and your Remmy all around the fire; smoke billowing from Remus’ parted lips as he exhaled the nicotine smoke from the cigarette that was burning between his pointer and middle finger. 

Once Remus’ saw you, his eyes softened, but a darkness still lingered in his pupils; a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

“C’mere, baby,” he called softly to you, which brought the attention of Jamie and Siri to turn around to greet you.

As you happily dropped your books on the floor, entranced by the golden hue of light that lit up the lyncanthrope’s face, Jamie patted your bum, helping guide you to Remus so you didn’t trip. 

Remmy smiled, pulling you onto his lap as you straddled his thigh, his free-hand pushing your head to the crook of his neck as you breathed in his smell, fidgeting with the ends of his loosened tie once you got comfortable. Your skirt rode up as you adjusted yourself to straddle his muscular thigh, flashing the boys in front of you of your tiny, cotton panties cupping your mound and ass. 

James blushed and looked away, but the (slightly) perverted man that was Sirius shamelessly enjoyed the view and smirked before getting slapped on the shoulder by James.

Remus noticed this and adjusted your skirt as his eyes stayed on your face, telling him about your day as he looked up at you, kissing you hand and humming when you told him about something annoying a teacher or student did, or smiling when you told him about a test you did well on. 

Once you had finished, you cuddled up closer to Remmy, relaxation wrapping around your body like a soft blanket.

The boys chatted a bit more as Remus took one last inhale of the cigarette before leaning forward and passing it to Sirius, holding your head in place as you drifted into a lighter headspace as he gave the fag to Sirius, letting him take a slow inhale from the front of it. 

Sirius and James talked as Remmy listened, rubbing your back softly and kissing your forehead and the top of your head every so often. 

“Love you, angel,” he hummed, bringing your head up from his neck and giving you a soft kiss to your lips as you giggled softly, playing with his left hand and toying with the rings adorning his hand. 

“Love you more, Remmy.” you whispered, bending forward to kiss him again. Remus smiled, shaking his head as you soaked in his scent. 

“Wrong about that, my baby, it’s impossible that you love me more than I love you.” 

You were about to protest but Remus cut you off by pressing his lips to yours again, a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering in your tummy; your thoughts dissipating from your head as James and Sirius showed a knowing look, not at all surprised by this. 

At this point, they were just counting down the hours until you guys finally got together. 

Remus pulled away, his eyebrows furrowing, “Sweetheart, would you like to sleep in my bed tonight, hm? I have to go somewhere earlier on but’ll be back as soon as I can.” 

Curiously, you tilted your head to the side, “Where’re you going, rem?”

“Don’t worry your little head, princess,” he kissed the tip of your nose, and you smiled.

“Well, when’ll you get back?” Perhaps you could wait for him. 

“Not ‘till, late, so I want you asleep by the time I return, okay?” he patted your bum, pecking your lips. “An’ if you aren’t asleep, no more kisses for a week!” 

He wouldn’t ever revoke the right of kissing you for that long, why would he punish himself?, but he loved seeing the little worried look in your eyes. 

You gasped, twining your fingers with his as you brought his hand to your chest. “No! I promise I’ll be asleep, Remmy.” 

He smiled again, holding you closer to his body.

In truth, Remus had to set up a little area outside where when the transformation would occur, he would be fully prepared. You knew about what he went through, even patching him up every month as he withheld the urge to fuck you until both of you couldn’t think or speak, but he needed to focus on the task at hand which was making sure that he was well-prepared. 

-

Remus stood at the foot of his bed, your sleeping figure blissfully dreaming as you cuddled up to your teddy bear Remmy had gifted you one day. 

‘Fuck.’ Remus thought, see the small, pale-pink cotton panties that cupped your ass and mound, your taut, matching tank top hugging your waist and chest as he bit back a moan from seeing your peaked nipples. 

The lycanthrope stripped from his clothes, only wearing his boxers that were straining from his cock. 

The urges were too much.

They had gone on for much too long. 

Remus couldn’t help himself..no, not for any longer.

It was torture, you were a sweet torture.

Pulling the taut tank top over your head, he gasped lowly, looking over at the sleeping figures of James and Sirius. 

Your nipples were puckered as the soft glow of the moon caressed your skin, goosebumps rippling in its wake. You were still fast asleep. You were a heavy sleeper. 

This was going to be fun.

Tenderly, Remus kissed slowly down your neck and to your chest, hesitating for a moment before sucking tightly on your left nipple as a small whimper escaped your pouty lips.

He then gently turned you over to lie down on your stomach, a small pang of sadness that he could no longer see your face ruminating before he saw the small wet spot on your cotton panties, the outline of your soft petals causing Remmy to almost drool. 

Moony brought his hands to the hem of your panties, pulling them slowly down your thighs and setting you in a ‘child’s pose’ position. 

Every stretch mark, skin dimple, and cellulite made him fall more for you, he loved how naturally beautiful you were.

With his large hands (he loved how small you were in comparison to him), he lifted your bottom half off of the bed, spreading your pussy lips and swallowing thickly at how your cunt was already sopping wet for him. 

He took his pointer finger and spread your wetness from the front of your pussy all the way to the little puckered hole and leaned forward to kiss the supple skin of your ass. His other hand squeezed and kneaded the flesh as he leaned forward and began sucking and licking at your pussy, a smaller whimper leaving your mouth as you still in fact slept. 

Spreading your thighs wider with his other hand, his hips bucked the air as he sucked at your delicious cunt, a blush crawling up to his face as he closed his eyes and savored your natural flavor. He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly as you let out small whines, rocking your hips back to meet his face.

Remus pulled his boxers down with his free hand quickly, his cock lightly tapping his abdomen, the tip red with arousal. The cool air caused his skin to tingle, small beads of pre-cum pricking at the tip of his hardened, heavy cock. He spread you wider, sucking harshly that he was partly afraid that he would bruise you, but between the taste of your pussy and the small, high-pitched, uh’s you made, he couldn’t stop. You were addicting.

Lapping at your little button, you came, a small moan leaving your mouth as you squirted beneath you on the white bedsheets, your body trembling and nipples rubbing against the mattress. Remus pulled away and watched you finish your squirting, body shaking as you slumped back down onto the bed, rolling onto your back, your eyelids fluttering open.

“R-remmy?” you stuttered, your breathing slightly labored. You took in the scene around you, Remus, his hard cock heavy in his left and him towering above you, and the chill that tickled up your spine as you realized that you were stark naked.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss. You could taste yourself on him.

“Shh, sweet girl,” he shushed, “Y’gonna be good f’me, right? Make daddy feel good, hm?” 

Your mind all floaty, you whimpered, pulling him to you. “Y-yes, daddy. Love you.” 

Remus smiled, kissing you again as he knelt between your thighs. You gasped as you felt his hard cock rub against your tummy. He kissed sloppily down your neck and to your breasts, sucking harshly on your right nipple and leaving you arching into him, sighing. 

You felt him push into your pussy, a low groan grinding in the back of his throat as he kissed your lips sloppily, pulling away and whispering, “I love you, bunny.” 

As he inched his way in, you squeezed him tighter than ever right before he got to the hilt of you. He leaned down and licked his tongue over yours sloppily before pressing his lips to yours. Drool escaped from your mouth as he began to rut into you, causing a loud moan to exit your mouth before he clasped his hand on top of your lips. “Shh, y’don’t wan’ pads or prongs to see this, right baby?”

You couldn’t even speak, not when he began fucking into you so hard that you could already see stars. Remus left marks on your soft skin, pounding into you as the headboard began to slam against the wall. Remus grunted before picking you both up and off of the bed, lying you on the ground, a pillow put under your head as he began fucking you rough again.

It was animalistic, this greedy urge that bubbled in both of your stomach’s to cum. Fucking you hard and deep, he held onto the edge of the bed side table as his cock brushed your walls, tears falling from your eyes.

Remus could bet money that you had no clue you were crying.

“Awh, sweetheart, don’t cry,” he said softly, a small moan leaving your mouth. “Please? F’me? I hate seeing you cry, my love.” 

He wiped the tears from your cheeks.

In truth, Remus loved when you cried. He hated if something bad happened to you and you were crying, but if it was over something small, he loved it. 

“I-I need it–I lub- I-I,” you couldn’t even finish a sentence, your eyes crossing over as Remus pulled back slightly and held your waist, pulling you down to meet his thrusts as if you were only some little fucktoy.

“What is it, sweet girl, hm?” he hummed, exhaling as you pulled him to you, his chest against yours as you felt the burning in your tummy. He felt the burning too. “Talk to daddy, baby. What’s wrong?” He pouted.

Tears poured from your eyes as he switched the positioning, not once stopping his cock from pistoning in and out of your quivering pussy. He bounced you on his lap, kissing between the valley of your breasts as he fucked up into you. 

“Lub chu,d-daddy” you slurred, pushing his head to your bouncing breasts, urging him to suck on them. “F-feel good, I-feel–” 

Remus bit his bottom lip before sucking on your nipples, tugging at them with his teeth as you cried out, his arms wrapped around your waist. 

He laid you back down on your back, pulling your knees up to your chest, spreading your thighs wider as squelching sounds were heard throughout the room. It was a miracle that the other boys’ hadn’t woken up. 

“Baby,” he whined, squeezing your breasts in his hands and kissing your lips. “I love you.” 

His cock brushed against your spot once again and you were coming undone around him, your cum spurting out on his cock and lower abdomen. 

“That’s right, take daddy like a good girl,” he whispered before cumming in you, hips sloppily thrusting. “Get you all plump and full of my babies, right, sweet girl?”

You nodded, your body still trembling and twitching from your peak. 

His hips began to slow and then stopped as you both began to heatedly kiss one another. 

“Mmm,” he hummed against your lips. “Let’s get you cleaned up, princess.” 

You nodded with a small pout and he pressed a kiss to your lips, causing them to turn into a small, shy smile. 

He pulled out slowly, shushing you when you whined, grimacing from the odd feeling of his cum leaking out of your cunt. Picking you up, he walked the both of you to the bathroom before cleaning you off, kissing your lips every time you whimpered and whined as he gently cleaned you. 

–

The warm, morning sun filtered through the blinds and tickled your skin. You turned over into Remmy’s hold, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck as he held you tightly, kissing your shoulder before drifting off into a slumber.

“Fuckin’ finally,” Sirius grunted, standing next to James as they took in you and Remus’ sleeping figures. You both were still naked, however, your most intimate parts were covered meticulously by the bedsheets. 

“Mate, this means we might hafta hear ‘em fuck every day.” Sirius’ face of horror was something laughable, but James understood the feeling. 

“I don’t know what’s worse, how they were before or..how they’re gonna be.” James said as they both walked out of the room, grabbing their bags to get breakfast from the Great Hall.