#professor!harry x student!reader

[gurugirl]

Hi I just read your one shot with angel, harry and y/n. I was wondering if you could write about them again, that they touch each other in class and h gets all jealous and punish the both of them

A/N: This one has been in my drafts for months!!! Sorry for taking so long to complete it but here you go!! Enjoy 😈 2125 words

Warning: 18+ ONLY, smut, exhibitionism, cuckholding, punishment

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Harry was having a difficult time paying attention to what he was saying during the lecture. You had been spending a little more time with Angel lately, and he didn’t mind that, but he did mind when you canceled plans with him last night because you were with Angel.

And now here you were, sitting next to Angel during lecture and whispering into her ear, not paying any attention to what was being said.

“Ms. Y/l/n, & Ms. García,” Harry spoke loudly to get your attention.

You and Angel turned abruptly to see Harry looking at you both with a scowl, “See me after class.”

You looked at Angel and she widened her eyes and then you both giggled quietly. You knew you were in for it.

The moment the last student had cleared from the room, Harry motioned toward you and Angel to follow him. You silently followed him to his office where he opened the door and let you both in before himself.

He locked the door behind him and leaned his back to the wood, crossing his arms over his chest, “Angel, go sit down in front of my desk. I’ll deal with you in a minute. Y/n, come here.”

You slowly moved to stand in front of Harry, keeping your eyes on him. You weren’t sure what he’d planned on doing.

“So you two sounded like you were having a jolly old time during my lecture today. What was so funny?”

You looked to Angel and then back to Harry, “We were just talking about last night, Professor.”

Harry’s brow quirked up, “And what happened last night that was so funny you had to interrupt my class giggling like grade-schoolers?”

You swallowed and balled your fists to your sides nervously, “Well… we just had some fun and we were talking about it. We didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Harry’s nostrils flared, “What kind of fun?”

“Maybe, um… just… Well, Angel and I were just kind of playing is all … “

“Spit it out Y/n. Tell me how you and Angel played last night. What did you do?”

You looked over your shoulder at Angel again but then you felt a big palm grasp your neck and pull your attention back to him, “Why are you looking at her? I’m the one asking you the questions, Y/n. Keep your eyes on me and answer the question.”

You squeezed your eyes closed for a second before opening them up, forcing yourself to look him in his eyes. You felt your body begin to tremble as you opened your mouth. Harry kept his hand on your neck and his green eyes searing into yours.

“We kissed. And I fingered her. But that’s all we did!” You spit out quickly.

Harry let go of your neck but swiftly grabbed onto your ponytail, yanking your head back as he stood over you, “So you get to play with her by yourself now? Is that it? Because if we’re changing the rules here then I get to play with her while you sit and watch. It’s only fair.”

You stayed silent as Harry pushed you to the chair next to Angel that faced his desk. Harry released your hair and you watched him remove his laptop and the books and files he had on the desk.

You figured you deserved this. You did go against the rules. Angela was for the both of you to play with together. Mostly for you, but Harry liked watching and he liked fucking you while you ate her out. Once you rode him while she sat on his face and kissed you. That was fun. But not being able to be in on the action, you supposed it was only fair. And you had fantasized a few times about this. Harry making you watch. It made you jealous but it turned you on at the same time.

Sitting quietly, you watched as Harry brought Angel to his desk and began removing her clothes, kissing her newly exposed skin as he did so until she was naked, her bare bottom pressed into the desktop.

“Angel, bend over the desk. I’m gonna start off by spanking you for being sneaky with Y/n last night.”

Angel nodded and did as he said.

The first crack that sounded in the room made Angel jump. Harry’s palm left a red handprint and then he repeated to the other side, a big red palmprint to match.

Harry swatted her bottom for a bit, small moans coming from her mouth and you watched as her pussy began to glisten. Your heart rate increased. You knew how it felt to be on the receiving end of a good spanking from Harry. It made you feel hot but you kept quiet.

Harry backed away and began unbuttoning his shirt as he turned to look at you with his brows raised as if to say, this is what you deserve. Harry unbuckled his belt and then released his button then pulled his zipper down. He walked past you and stood directly behind Angel, rubbing his palms over her bottom soothingly, like he’d done to you so many times.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, Angel. Understood?”

Angel nodded as she turned her head to look at Harry behind her.

Then you watched with your mouth dropped open as he knelt behind her and spread her cheeks and swiped his tongue over her drenched pussy. Angel spread her legs and panted as your boyfriend licked into her slick crease, up and down and then he plunged two fingers in and leaned back as he watched his fingers disappear to the knuckle.

Her moans were muffled as she had her mouth in the crook of her arm but you could hear how wet she was with Harry’s fingers stuffing into her and pushing her arousal in on his coated fingers.

Harry stood up and turned to look at you and then walked to the opposite side of the desk.

“On your back angel… there you go,” Harry helped her get positioned on her back and then he pulled her so her head was hanging off the edge of the desk and you had a good view of her shiny pussy.

Harry noticed where your eyes had settled between Angel’s legs, “S’pretty isn’t is? See what I did to her? How turned on she got because of me? That’s all for me, Y/n.”

Harry spoke gruffly as he pulled his cock out of his briefs and slapped the tip over Angel’s mouth. With her head hanging off the desk, Harry had the perfect angle. He grasped his cock and pumped himself as he watched you before pushing the tip into Angel’s plump lips.

Harry keened at the feeling of the warm, wet mouth on his cock. He placed his palm down on the desktop next to Angel’s shoulder as he began to thrust into her mouth. Angel was hanging onto the desk and her body was being rocked by the force of Harry’s hips.

You whimpered as you watched the spectacle. You loved Harry’s cock in your mouth. You wished you could suck him too, but he was clearly too busy with Angel as he squeezed her breasts and moaned as he bucked his cock down her throat.

But he kept his eyes on yours as he thrusted. You sat with your legs crossed and your mouth closed. You shifted your gaze from Harry’s hooded eyes to Angel’s wet pussy.

“Did you let her touch you, Y/N?”

You shook your head as you watched Harry’s cock sink into Angel’s mouth, her throat bulging where his thick head was pressing, “No! That’s only for you.”

Harry hissed as he continued rocking his hips down into Angel’s mouth, “Good girl. At least you remembered that rule.”

Suddenly, Harry pulled himself out, grasping his cock, and helped Angel sit up, “Can you stand up, Angel?”

She quickly complied, her face flushed and wet.

“Y/N, take your clothes off, and then I want you up here lying on your back like Angel did.”

You lifted your dress off over your head and pulled your panties down your legs (you weren’t wearing a bra) and settled onto the desk on your back, head hanging off the edge.

Harry stood over you, his cock hanging heavy over your face, the shaft on your nose and his pubic hair at your eye level.

“Angel, want you to finger Y/N and eat her out, however, you want to do it, just don’t let her come.”

You felt Angel’s lips on your clit before Harry plunged himself down into your throat. You’d gotten used to Harry’s girth and length. He’d trained you to take him. But you struggled this time. You were emotional and horny and Angel’s soft lips at your pussy made you feel like you were floating away into outer space.

Harry stuffed himself into your throat and you gurgled and drooled down your cheek to your jaw and your ears. But the soft lapping of Angel’s tongue was quite the juxtaposition. It felt incredible.

You moaned around his cock and choked as he got as deep as he could push and paused his hips, grinding into you to get his point across. Your eyes bulged as you struggled to hold your breath and tried to cough around him but he didn’t move.

Angela plunged two slender fingers into your pussy and you arched your back at the feel of her fingers and Harry’s cock deep inside of you.

Suddenly Harry began moving again, allowing air to be sucked into your lungs and you began to shake when Angela sucked on your clit. You gagged and moaned over Harry’s cock and felt tears pour from your face but your pussy was buzzing in ecstasy.

You began to buck your hips gently, writhing into Angela’s face as you felt your end near. Harry didn’t let up with the force at which he was fucking your face.

“Good job, Angela, you can sit down now. Y/N won’t be having an orgasm today.”

You felt the loss of Angela’s fingers and mouth and Harry continued slipping his thick cock into your throat.

You stabilized yourself, hands gripping the edge of the desk, and crossed your legs to squeeze your thighs together at the loss of your orgasm, having been so close.

“My naughty, dirty girl wanted to play with someone else last night. Maybe I should fuck her in front of you next time, hmm?” Harry grunted as he spoke his words. You could tell he was about to flood your throat with his hot come.

Harry moaned and wrapped his hand around the front of your throat as he felt himself dipping down into you. You were resigned to yourself at that moment. Just a mouth for Harry to fuck and nothing more. Liquid poured from your mouth, your eyes, and your nose as Harry began to finally released into you.

It was a mess. You knew your mascara was running and your face was puffy and swollen after the treatment Harry had given you.

You choked down his warm come, feeling some of it come out onto your face and drip down into your hair. Harry moaned and you felt him thumb at your cheek and move your hair away. A small sweet gesture to tell you he was still there with you.

When Harry pulled out you remained lying on your back, head hanging off the desk in a daze, gasping for breath.

Soon Harry was helping you sit up and pulling your dress over your head to dress you. You looked across the room to see Angel already dressed. You hadn’t even realized enough time had passed for her to dress.

“Are you okay, pet?” Harry spoke into your ear.

You nodded and looked up at him with sorrowful eyes.

Harry tsk’d at you, “None of that. We were all just having a bit of fun, weren’t we? You had your fun and I had mine,” he said as he smoothed your disheveled hair back.

You nodded and noticed Angel moving in your peripheral. Turning your head to the girl you both smiled at one another.

“Angel. Thank you for staying after. You are free to go,” Harry spoke.

Angel quickly walked to the door and left quietly.

“Let’s go back to mine now. Unless you’re planning on seeing Angel again tonight?”

You shook your head, “No. Just you. I was only having fun with Angel. That wasn’t… it’s not like this,” you spoke quietly as you gestured between yourself and Harry.

Harry grasped your jaw and kissed you hard before parting from you, “I know, my love.”

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[incorrectquotesharrypotterv]

Pansy: Professor Snape won't trace this back to us, right?

Y/n: Are you kidding? He traces everything back to us. Professor Snape traces things we haven't even done yet back to us.

[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.

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Make it Better **

Ummm...I got a 🤏🏻wee bit 🤏🏻 horny and this happened...it's just filth.

WARNINGS: inappropriate relationship, slight dom/sub dynamic, bondage (collar and leash), subby male, oral sex (fem receiving), performative cunnilingus, prostate play, p in v, very light cbt: overstim, multiple forced orgasms, squeezing), degradation and praise kink, anal play, anal sex w/strap on, cum play.

WC: 5.9K

One thing you loved about Harry was his complexity. He was such an interesting and wonderfully multifaceted person, it was wonderful to see and to experience. Even now, as he reprimanded your class for all failing his last exam, you couldn’t help but smile down to your lap as you imagined how different his mood would be when you met up later.

“Is there something amusing about this, Y/N?” He questioned, but your head was in the clouds.

“Y/N.” Your friend Allen whispered and elbowed you lightly and you glanced up at him, he glanced over to the front of the lecture hall. You glanced over and saw Harry staring at you expectantly.

“I’m sorry, what was that, professor?” You asked as you uncrossed your legs rather sloppily as you sat up to ensure he saw your underwear from down at the front of the room.

“I asked if there was something amusing about you all failing the exam on the  diagnoses chapter? You’re sitting there smirking as if something about this isn’t serious.” He called you out.

“I’m sorry, professor.” You mumbled.

“What was that?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as if trying to hear you better.

“I’m sorry, professor.” You repeated more loudly and he hummed and went back to chewing you all out. Truth was that psychopharmacology was a bitch and everyone in your class was resigned to fail this collectively since Harry dropped your lowest score from the final grade. Therefore, you guys didn’t try and it showed and now Harry was pissed because you had all taken advantage of his policy.

He spouted off on everyone’s lack of integrity a few more moments before he took a deep breath and then said, “Anyway…” before he started to lecture. You smiled every time you glanced up from your notebook, he looked so fucking hot today. He was wearing his glasses today, and his scruff was outgrown how you liked it, and he had a vintage looking vest on that really showed off how big his chest was. You squirmed a bit at the thought of his stubble tickling your sensitive pussy as he got in there and ate you out. You couldn’t wait to see him later.

************

You said goodbye to your roommate and headed down the stairs and out of your apartment complex near campus. You walked to the first intersection and turned left towards the park and there was his range rover near the bus stop. You hurried over and he unlocked the door and you slipped into the passenger seat.

“Hi, baby.” You hummed and he smiled and leaned over the console as you shut the door, lips puckered out and waiting for you to kiss him. Finally your lips met quickly as your thumb brushed up his jaw.

“Hi.” He said when he pulled away, “Buckle up.”

“Oh yeah.” You said and strapped in before he took off. “What’re you in the mood for tonight?” You asked him.

“Need you first. Then we can order in, yeah?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You hummed and reached your hand over to his thigh and gave him a squeeze. He placed his hand over yours and slid it up a bit, “Don’t rush me.” You said and he smiled.

“Sorry, I had a day.” He hummed.

“Yeah, even got a little snippy with me there.” You said with a smirk.

“I know…sorry about that.” He apologized.

“S’alright, baby.” You smiled

“I liked your panties, do you still have them on?”

“Of course I do.” You assured him.

“Good.”

You got to his house quickly and soon he was parking inside the garage. You unbuckled as the heave metal door closed and he hurried around to help you out of the car. 

“A kiss, please.” He said as he loomed over you and you smiled and puckered your lips for him to kiss you quickly.

“C’mon, lets get  inside.” You insisted and he grabbed your hand and guided you into his house. “Wanna get straight to it?” You asked him and he nodded.

“Please.” Harry mumbled as he locked up the garage exit. 

You started off to his bedroom and he soon caught up with you. He draped himself over your body and walk over with you. You leaned into his hold as he cuddled up closer to you.

“Need you so bad, babe.” He hummed lowly.

“I know, we’ll make it better soon.” You assured him as he kissed your shoulder. As soon as you made it to his room you unwrapped him from you and set your overnight bag down on the chair by the door and he came around to the front of you. His lips latched to your neck and started sucking gently, gradually getting harder and harder to leave a mark. You moaned as you tossed your head back, “Harder. Mark me.” You requested and he did just that, leaving an achey little blossom right at the base of your jaw. “Mmmm, now get naked for me.” You instructed. 

Harry immediately started undressing and you did too as you walked over to his bed. Once you were naked you sat down and smiled, just as he was taking off his socks. “God, you’re so hot. And you know it. Don’t you, baby?” You asked and he smirked and shrugged modestly as he strutted over, his hardening cock swung a bit with his movements, “You know, I thought it was cute. How you got all stern with us in class today.” You reminded with a casual smile, “I love how much you care that we’re learning from you.” 

“Of course I care, baby. Always wanna be good for you.” He said as he stopped before you and you smiled up at him. Your eyes raked back down to his cock, it was almost completely hard, it was erect but still hanging a bit. You wanted his big, fat cock standing straight up for you It always amazed you when it did, it was just so heavy, it always surprised you and made your mouth water. You wanted him so hard that you could see him throbbing and twitching aggressively at random.

“And you are. You’re so good for me, professor.” You purred up him, “Already getting hard for me.” You smiled and he nodded when you peered up at him. “Because you were so cute today you can pick three toys but for you only.” You said and he smirked and then hummed pensively as he walked over to his closet where he stored all your toys and accessories. In the meantime you went over to your bag and opened it up. You reached inside for the black velvet drawstring bag and then opened it up. You reached inside and pulled out your strap-on. You smiled as you smoothed over the indigo blue silicone six inch piece. You then reached in and grabbed the remote for the vibrating parts and the lube before going back to the bed. Moments later Harry was returning with a few things. “What’d you bring?”

“A fleshlight, a prostate wand, and a leash and collar set.” He said with a grin.

“You’re such a whore.” You smirked and he chuckled timidly, “Look at me.” You said and he glanced into your eyes, “Get on your knees.” You ordered and he set the things on the bed beside you and then knelt down. You spread your legs and he licked over his lips at your perfect little pussy. He could see your little cunt throbbing, begging for him to do something to it. “Please, lick my wet, little pussy, professor.” You pleaded and he groaned and delved right in. His hands went to your thighs and held you open and you thrust yourself forward as much as possible so that you could feel more of his mouth on you. His fast and agile flicks over your clit had you giggling and whimpered in minutes, “Oh fuck you’re so good at this, professor. Fuck you’re going to make me come…” you groaned and tossed your head back as your fingers gripped his duvet tight.

He started slurping you up and sucking as he prodded his fingers into you, hardly meeting any resistance from how fucking soaked you were for him. He loved the warm and sticky feel of your arousal coating his fingers and dribbling out of your tight little fuck hole. He wanted to ram his thick cock into you and add to your mess.

“Yes! Yes, I’m coming, professor! Oh yeah, baby that’s so fucking good.” You slurred quietly and he hummed happily as he eased up on your clit as soon as he felt your legs twitch, “Oh fuck professor, you’re so good. You eat my pussy so good…” you panted out. He continued kissing and licking at you as you pet at the high point of his cheek bone, “So good for me. Clean your fingers and help me get the strap in.” You said and his eyes fluttered up at you and he smiled as he pressed a gentle kiss to your puffy little clit.

“For a kiss.”

“Right.” You smiled and pulled him up to kiss his lips deeply. “Love to taste you like this.” You hummed and sucked on his lip and inhaled the scent of your arousal and cum around his mouth and on his nose. “It tastes good, huh?”

“So fucking good, baby. Would lick you raw if you’d let me.” He muttered against your lips. You smiled and kissed him again and it deepened. He got up and straddled your body as he reached for the strap beside you. It had a hook shaped insert for you that sat right against your g-spot and then a textured pad for your clit and then at the next end the slender and slightly curved six inch cock with a warming and vibrating tip. “Fuck you’re so wet.” He chuckled as the tip slipped past your entrance. He was gentle as he slid it upwards and when he felt it dip he pressed in and felt the tip sink past your entrance. You moaned softly as he added more force and sunk it deeper, sliding it along your inner wall. It tickled your entire body as it smoothed over the ridges inside of you, and then finally he bent his wrist forward and the rounded tip sank right against your g-spot. Your eyes closed and you shivered as you moaned lewdly.

“Oh fuck, professor!” You explained.

“It’s good right there?” He asked and you nodded profusely.

“Yeah, baby. So good, you hooked into my pussy so good…” you keened and then laughed as he swirled it into spot making you gasped. He smiled down at you and you tutted, “Alright baby that’s enough. Lets get you into that collar.” You suggested.

“Mmmm, lets.” He hummed happily and grabbed it for you as you sat up. You hesitated for a moment as the hook of the strap dug further into you.

“Shit, okay give it to me.” You said and he handed it over. You quickly unbuckled it and he knelt down so that you could fasten it back on him. “Is that alright?” You asked, giving a sudden experimental tug by the d-ring at the front. 

“Yeah, that’s perfect.” He hummed. 

“Good. Let’s get you laid.” You said patting the bed and he got up and went over to the top of the bed and laid in the middle as you wiggled on up on your knees with the toys in hand.

You giggled at the tickle of the rubber pad of the strap over your clit and he smiled at you. You grabbed the lube and the wand and got that set up on the slimmer side. You hovered over him and ran the cool metal wand down his tummy. He twitched and then relaxed again under you. He hissed when you set it down right over his pelvis before running your lubed up finger over his little ribbed entrance. He immediately relaxed and you smiled. 

“Good boy.” You praised, “You’re such a good boy for me, professor.” And he moaned as you reached for the lube bottle again. You squeezed some onto you finger and then smeared it against him before leaning back over him and kissing him as you pressed in, waiting for the tight muscle to give way, “C’mon baby, let me in. S’gonna feel so good.” You encouraged him and with a bit more pressure you sunk in and pushed deeper until you felt that little raised area for the umpteenth time in your life and then you smoothed over his prostate as he moaned loudly and his cock twitched wildly as the pleasure zapped through his body.

“Oh fuck yeah, baby. Fuck yeah…” he sighed in relief. You did it again until he was squirming and thrusting up into the air. 

“Oh professor, love to see your heavy cock swinging around like that. You want something tight and warm to put it in, yeah?”

“Yes, baby. Yes, please give me something to sink my cock into.”

With this you reached over to the fleshlight and brought it up to your mouth, he looked at you with a pained expression as your tongue ran from the bottom to the top. You nipped at the clit with your lips and then tongued a bit at the hole. When your eyes blinked open you chuckled at him and reached for the lube.

“What was that?!” He asked in shock, “Where did that come from?” He questioned.

“I don’t know…I just saw it and it looked so pretty and pink. Supple and smooth like a peach.”

“Interesting…” He posed and you chuckled. You’d never even kissed a girl before so you had no idea where this had come from. But he made you do crazy things when you were in charge.

“Yeah, huh…now I wanna see it stretching around your cock. Wanna see that fat cock spreading that tight, little cunt apart.” He groaned and you squirted some lube into it and then held up his cock. You pressed his cock at the opening of the toy and the excessive amount of lube you’d spurted in started to drip down the length of his cock.

“Please.” He breathed out and you bit your lip as you pushed it down enough to swallow up his swollen and ruddy tip. “Shit…want you back inside. Put your finger back inside.” He mumbled and with a look you communicated that he grab the flashlight for you and he did right away. Once your hands were available again you pushed your index finger back into him, helping him open up just a bit more before you stimulated his prostate with the metal wand resting over his lower tummy. You couldn’t wait to fuck him…

“Go on, get yourself off then.” You instructed and he looked relieved when he thrust his hips up to sink the rest of his cock into the the flashlight. You heard the squelch as he bottomed out and it made you smile at him. “Feels good?”

“Yes, baby. Feels so good…” he groaned as he watched his girth stretching the little silicone hole open wide around his erection. The sight was mesmerizing for you as well, you grew even wetter at the thought of your tight little hole stretched wide and slightly puckering around his thick length the way this toy was. 

“Gonna get the wand in now, OK?”

“Please.” He agreed as he nodded and you soon had the bulbous head rubbing against him before applying pressure and sinking it with the intent to get it deep to where your finger had been. It was tapered, the deeper it went, the more girth it had and this would also help to open him up for you a bit more. Finally, when the rounded tip prodded against his prostate he groaned, “Oh fuck yeah….”

“Right there?”

“Yes, baby. Yes, right there…” he confirmed happily as you started to swirl the metal toy  so that the tip could rub and prod at his prostate. 

You loved watching him like this, balls heavy and tightening every time he buried his cock to the hilt because you then prodded at his prostate a bit faster. His chest was glistening in the dim light of his bedroom and his abs clenched as he tried his hardest to stave off his orgasm. He had such a long and annoying day, he wanted this to last as long as possible. You could see him struggling, his brows knitting in concentration as he tried to will away the feeling of his orgasm.

“You don’t have to ask when you want to come tonight.” You said to him and his gaze found yours.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, professor.” you smiled, “Just want you to feel good.” You hummed and he sighed in relief.

“I do…fuck baby, you make me feel so good. Best girl I’ve ever had.” He panted and you loved when he told you this. It made your brain grow fuzzy and your heart to race with pride.

You knew he had fucked three other students before you came along. Well, the first two were just isolated incidents after those people graduated. The third one happened when he had decided to just risk it with one of the students from one of the upper division elective courses he taught, so that they would be on the older side but not majoring in his department. He’d have them all semester and then it’d be over. He chose someone who really cared about school, wanted them to be so eager to please him and when that went well he found it hard to let go, so he stopped for a couple years. And then your junior year you had him for the first time in his Learning and Behavior class. He recalls how you had come nearly 15 minutes late on the first day, he found it quite annoying actually until you stayed after class to explain yourself.

He just remembers the warm and sweet scent wafting around you as you told him that you had just transferred and had accidentally walked in the wrong direction from the parking structure. You asked for his syllabus and if you had missed anything at the start, he assured you that you only missed a little introduction on himself to which you responded with “Well that’s a real pity…” with a regretful smile and after that he was enraptured. It was ironic that you would be studying reinforcement and punishment methods and theories all semester. Without realizing it you were conditioning him to crave you. You felt that he was conditioning you too, every time he spoke of a reward he’d somehow make eye contact with you. 

You were bright and you worked so hard, all of the faculty you had spoke highly of you and so you were invited to join their Psi Chi chapter - basically an honor society type of organization for psychology students. This small group of students always got to have an exclusive holiday party at the department chair’s house with all of the faculty. You guys were privy to the future pans of the department, you got to know your professors better, and even form surface level friendships with them. After all, you’d be colleagues in the field a few years from now. You had Uber-ed to the party since your car was in the shop, so after it was over you stalled until mostly everyone left before you walked to to nearest bus stop and waited around for someone to pick up your ride request. It was Saturday night before dead week, people were raging before they’d have to be in study mode so it was hard to get a driver leave the downtown area where all the people were. Harry happened to see you and offered you a ride home and well, you actually kissed him and you ended up parked down a dark little street while you tugged on his cock until his cum was dripping down your fist. 

Over time though, things started shifting when Harry realized how safe he felt with you. You guys had been talking about things you wanted to try and you causally mentioned pegging because you felt like it must feel really powerful to do the fucking. He said he’d let you peg him and you even laughed because clearly in this relationship the one with all the power was him. He was your professor and you were just a 21 year old student…having power over him felt strange almost, but he insisted that you try it with him a couple times until you finally did and boy, you loved it. You didn’t know you had this whole other side of you until your strap was balls deep in him as his sperm squirted out of his tip all on its own. After witnessing that there was no going back, you guys did anything and everything you could together and now here you were a year later…still making each other feel good.

“You’re doing so good for me, professor. I like to make you feel good.” You hummed and he sighed as he ground into the fleshlight. The slick sounds of it all had your ears ringing. You reached for the remote of the strap and switched it on to the lowest setting and the vibrations made you freeze for a second, “Oh shit…” you whispered as you got used to the feeling of the vibrations deep in you and over your clit. Your eyes went down to his cock again, watching the little, silicone pussy puckering around him, “Fuck baby, need to get inside you.”  You muttered and he nodded furiously.

“Please, please fuck me, baby.” He panted and you pulled the wand out of him and set it down before gabbing the remote again. You switched on the warming setting for the cock part of it and then lubed it up generously. Harry looked feral and impatient as you did the prep work, he was itching to feel you fucking him the way you did. It was always so good with you. 

“Ready for me?” You asked and he nodded. “Wanna hear it.”

“Yeah, baby. I’m ready. Get inside me, please.” He mumbled and you were gentle as you pushed in. He moaned in satisfaction, thanking you for how good it felt. You smirked when you noticed he was copying your actions on the fleshlight, teasing himself the way you were teasing him. After allowing him to get a little more used to the new girth you picked up your pace and he fucked at the fleshlight this way as well, deep and slow, getting all the way in until his eyes pinched shut and he winced. 

“Too deep, professor?” You asked him and with his expression still tense he shook his head and hummed.

“Mmm-mmm…s’fucking perfect…fuck baby, you fuck me so good.” He praised, “Take such good care of me, baby. Always wanna do your best for me, don’t you?”

“Yes, professor.” You nodded, “That’s why I need you to come for me.” You said and he groaned as you picked up the pace a bit more. He started moving the fleshlight faster over himself until his head was falling back into his pillows as he groaned. 

“Oh shit, I’m coming, baby! I’m coming!” He warned as he thrusted up hard as he could and spilled into the toy. 

“Good boy. You’re so good for me, professor.” You praised him as you caressed over his tummy as he twitched a bit. This next one was the one where he got real subby for you. He was too sensitive so he stopped stroking his cock but if he was going to come again for you then he needed to keep going. You reached for the leash and gave it a tug. “Did I say you could stop, professor?”

“I’m just so sensitive-”

“I don’t care.” You cut him off, “You’re gonna give me another one so we can come together.” You said and he moaned and started to pull the fleshlight up and down ever so slowly, “There you go, work up to it. In and out…just like that, professor.” You smiled. This time you were copying him, being gentle and working back up to a pace that would make you both come.

When he was in moods like this he wanted to feel at your mercy, he liked when you’d get a little mean with him. So you started to thrust faster and harder, the more force you used to fuck him the deeper the the g-spot stimulator on the strap rubbed into you and made you tremble. You grabbed the remote and turned up your vibrations a few notches and then turned his on. He immediately shot up and moaned loudly as his prostate buzzed with the toy kissing right up against it.

“Harder?” You asked and he shook his head and swallowed thickly, “Too bad.” You smiled and turned up his vibrations to the next setting and he grunted lowly as he started to writhe. You reached for the leash and tugged him up a bit, his abs were burning, you could see them clenching hard, “Come for me, professor. Come for me.” You demanded and his eyes rolled back before shutting as he shot another load into the silicone pussy wrapped around his cock. The sounds of him sliding in and out of it were so sinful, you moaned as you saw his cum started to leak out of the bottom. He always shot such big cum loads, it made you crazy and seeing it starting to drip down his full, swollen balls got you closer to your high. The leash was pulled taught as he fell back into the pillows panting and whimpering.

“That’s so good…fuck that’s so good!” He moaned as he shivered. You smiled as he shook with the pleasure, goosebumps rippled over his skin as he relished in the relief you were giving him, “More, baby. Fuck me better, please. Fuck it all better.” He pleaded and you did just that. You went a little bit faster and moaned as your clit rubbed into the textured vibrating pad every time that you bottomed out and ground into his prostate.

“Like that, professor?”

“Yes baby, fuck I love it…” he groaned lowly his eyes meeting yours. 

“Fuck, look at you.” You smiled, “Such a big, smart, handsome man getting fucked like a helpless little whore. Mmm, such a good boy.” You hummed and he moaned. “Tell me professor, what are you?”

“I’m your good boy.” He panted and you smiled.

“Yes you are, baby. Taking it all so well. S’hard being in charge all the time, isn’t it?” You asked and he nodded and winced when you sunk in hard and started to grind, “How would you know? You’re not in charge. Not at all. I’m in charge, aren’t I?” You smirked and he nodded, “Do you think they know?” You asked and he groaned, “Do you think they know Professor Styles isn’t actually in charge? Do you think they know that you drop your pants for me and beg me to stuff your little hole?” You asked him and he moaned loudly. You bit your lip as you watched his balls start to throb. “Wait for me, I’m so close.” You moaned and he groaned and tossed his head back. You yanked at his leash and he grunted.

“Baby, I-I can’t hold it…” he warned and you bit your lip and focused on the feelings deep inside of you, the pleasure from the vibrations deep in your core radiated throughout your body in a delicious wave, “Shit…shit! You’re making me come! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck me, baby!” He mewled as he started to stroke himself even faster and he groaned as he sunk the fleshlight down over his cock until his cum started to seep out of the top end of it.

You moaned at the sight of his thick, creamy cum oozing out of the too hole of the fleshlight, it was stuffed full with three loads of his sperm, it had to come out from somewhere. And you thrust faster until you were shivering as you started to come as well. Your eyes were squeezed shut and your breathing hitched for a few moments as the euphoric wave rolled through you beautifully. Your soft moans were like music to his ears, he loved that degrading him a bit got you off as much as it did him. After allowing yourselves a few seconds to come down from the peak of it all you let go of his leash and reached down to his balls. You squeezed at them gently and he groaned, his eyes were lidded and he looked completely fucked out.

“Think we got it all of out of you?” You asked and and he nodded frantically as he whimpered and bit his lip when you squeezed a bit harder, you loved how soft his skin was there, could play and suck at them all day if he’d let you, “Mmmm, I don’t know…they still seem quite big and full to me.” You said and he gasped as you tightened your grip around the base and gave them a few taps with your other hand. You saw his thighs tremble and you laughed a bit.

“Don’t make fun.” He whined and you rolled your eyes.

“You love it.” You said with amusement as you let go of his balls. They really were looking quite swollen today, but considering how sensitive he was, you didn’t want to make him too uncomfortable, just a little bit. “Let’s see how much you came for me, I’ll decide if you need one more.” You said and he hissed as you gently pulled the fleshlight off of his cock and inevitably, his sperm started dripping down his thick shaft and ended up puddling at his lower tummy. His cock was at half mast and it fell against his tummy with its weight. You watched with an amused smile as his cock twitched, almost as if it were fighting for its life. “That’s respectable.” You commented cooly and he huffed out a laugh. He knew you were still in the role, but he kind of wanted you to acknowledge that it was a lot, even for him. He wanted you to tell him that he did so well for you because he truly had. He had even spilled out of the top of the fucking thing. “What?” You asked him.

“Respectable?” He asked and you smiled.

“Yeah. What else do you want me to say?” You asked him with a hint of indifference. He needed, no, required, your praise. All day long he’d been waiting to hear you tell him that he played so well and that he made so much cum for you, and now you weren’t giving it. It was the itch he needed scratching to forget about the shit show of a day he had.

“Baby…” he whined softly and you smiled and leaned down to peck his lips.

“What is it?” You asked softly. Your lips tickling his own with your words.

“Say it.” He mumbled and you smirked, “Please, I need you t’say it.”

“To say?” You asked and he pouted.

“I came so much for you. S’more than respectable.” He said and you hummed. “Please, tell me I did good for you. I only wanna do good for you, baby.” He hummed desperate and you smiled and kissed him deeply, your tongues tangled for a moment before you pulled away with a smile.

“Seems like I don’t even need to say it, you know it don’t you, baby? Know that you played so fucking well today.” You said and he nodded, “And you did come loads, never seen it gush out of the other end of the fleshlight, like that.” You chuckled breathily and he hummed as he smiled into your kiss.

“Right!” He said and you nodded, “Are you proud of me?” He asked and you nodded.

“Course I am, baby. Only pity is that all that cum went to waste.” You said as you swirled your index finger through it a bit before bringing it up to your lips and cleaning it off. “We’re waiting a full week for next time-”

“Baby-” he started to whine.

“I want you to fill me up with your cum, professor. Lots of it.”

“I like the sound of that.” He smiled and kissed him again and laid over him for a bit before you pulled out and started to help clean him up. 

Understandably, he wanted to have another body shower to run his skin of that sticky feeling, as did you. When you finished up he ordered in your food while you cleaned the toys thoroughly before putting them aside to drip dry for a bit. When you wandered back into his bedroom he had laid out a t-shirt and some of his briefs for you even though you had brought your own clothes to sleep in. You watched his back muscles ripple until he finished pulled his shirt of himself and then you went over by him to get dressed. You got the briefs on first only to see him holding the shirt for you.

“Arms up.” He instructed and you did just that as he slipped the thin, cool shirt of your body. He then hugged you tight and pulled you down into the bed with him. He kissed the top of your head a few times and you hummed happily, “Thank you. I needed that.” He said quietly.

“Of course, baby.” You hummed and then sat up, straddling his hips as you looked down at him with a smile.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” You asked sweetly as you ran your fingers into his curls.

“I ummm, I think er, I’m uh…I’m in love with you.” He confessed and you paused. He was so scared of just having said that, but it had been weighing on him since the winter break when he wanted nothing more than to be beside you for those three weeks.

“Um, I-”

“You don’t have to say anything i-if you don’t fe-”

“I love you too, Harry.” You whispered and he pulled you down and kissed you with so much joy.

“Best thing I’ve heard you say yet.” He mumbled against your lips and you giggled and hugged him again, “I’m so relieved to hear you say it.” He sighed into the room and you felt him relax beneath you. 

You were beyond relieved too. Yes, this was all very unconventional, but in getting to know Harry the way you had, had made it nearly impossible for you to not have any feelings for him. He was kind and considerate and caring and smart. He looked out for you and challenged you in ways you’d always wanted. He helped you grow, he treated you like an equal, he made you better. For a few months now you’d been tiptoeing around the feelings. You’d fallen for him and you loved it so much that you couldn’t even feel stupid or embarrassed for it. Your heart lied with your hot and wonderful professor, but it was only sweeter that you now knew that his lied with you too.

“Did I make it better? Your day?” You asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, baby. Definitely.”

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Secret Smokes (Series Masterlist)

Pairing: Professor! Remus Lupin x Student! 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, Drinking, Age gap, teacher-student relationship, slow burn, angst, fluff, smut (eventually), non-cannon compliant (I mean it's mostly canon except Sirius isn't in Azkaban and Voldemort never came back after killing James and Lilly.

Word Count: 1.5k - 5 k per chapter

Total word count: 35k

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6

PART 7

PART 8

PART 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Mood Board by: @starchaser-lily ❤️‍🔥

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Shower Thoughts (Tom Riddle smut)

Professor Riddle x fem!reader (just imaginary)

WARNINGS: 18+ mature fanfic, includes piv sex scene and graphic descriptions

Fuck you’d been tired throughout the entire day. Finally, you could return to your dorm and just relax. The entire school day felt as if it went on for an eternity, yet you couldn’t remember anything that had happened. Well, nothing besides just how hot your potions professor was. That you’d always remember. It was kind of the only reason you even went to class at this point, otherwise there was really no point in going.

In class, the young professor Riddle would always wear his black, formal attire which added to his already existing seriousness which was visible from one look at his face. His stoic expression always invoked fear in every student, yet you found it oddly handsome. Riddle’s shirt collar was only unbuttoned to the point where you could see his sharp collarbones, but nothing below that area. His shirt was truly the thing that was really driving you crazy every time you saw him. It wrapped around his toned figure so well, that you could see the outline of his clearly existent abs, yet the real deal was closed off.

It started out as a silly teacher crush, who doesn’t have one of those. But slowly he turned into something you desired, craved deep within yourself. It was definitely extremely unhealthy, to the extent that you toyed with the thought of having a little something something with your professor.

Currently, you were in the shower, wanting to just quickly rinse yourself off with some cold water to bring back some sort of life into you. A few minutes in, your fingers start trailing downwards though, and while the water tickles off of your body, slowly but surely your mind starts to wander.

You imagine Professor Riddle telling you to stay late in his class to discuss something with you. Barely being able to walk steadily toward his dark, imposing, fucking hot, figure, due to the jitters that were going through your body, you still somehow make it and ask him what was going on.

You notice him staring at your legs, and his eyes lingering at your particularly short skirt. You innerly wished he’d just bend you over at that exact moment and fuck you right there on his desk.

Riddle tells you to come closer, while still staring intensely at you, so you do. At a certain point you’ve moved so close to him, that you could practically taste his breath. Professor Riddle leans down to your height and whispers in your ear “I can tell you want me to fuck you right now until you can’t walk anymore.”, in an almost threatening way.

“So do it”, you reply, trying to play your excitement off with a seemingly cool tone. With a swift motion he places you onto his desk, his face still just a millimeter away from yours and he starts to trail his fingers upward from your thighs to your short skirt. Tortuously slow, he starts to rub your inner thighs, which gets a huffed sigh from you and inch by inch he was getting closer to your wet spot. As soon as he makes contact with your sweet cunt, even through your underwear, you feel a crippling sensation running through your body and your mind can’t think of anything else other than wanting to be ruined by this man. “Look at how needy and wet you are”, Riddle taunts you. He was right, your aching pussy was getting more and more sensitive and needy. Seeing how much you need his fingers to give you the sweet pleasure that you craved so desperately, he starts pushing your underwear aside to insert one finger into you.

At that exact moment, you do the same with your own finger in the shower.

It’s a sensation you’ve felt before, but your insides are just begging for more. The thought of your professor giving it to you makes you clench around that one sensational finger that you so deeply wish was his. Before you could let out a moan, you shut yourself up quickly, realizing your roommates might hear you.

In your mind, Riddle was kissing you roughly and sucking your lips, to make you quiet. As he inserted two more fingers, you feel your tight cunt being stretched to the fullest and he kept teasing you by not fully hitting your sweet spot. “Please”, you moan and he smirks. “Please what?” “Deeper”, you whimper, which is exactly what he wants to hear. You needed his fingers buried as deep as possible inside you, no matter how painful it might be. Finally, you yelp out as he hit your sweet spot. It was too much already, but he kept curling his fingers towards it, knowing you were close already. In order to chase your high, you even start to bounce on his fingers and riding on them as if they were his real cock.

“Don’t get too greedy now doll”

And he removes his fingers completely. Out of breath you stare at him with disbelief and you beg him to please continue. “Please, you can do whatever you want to me”, you whine, all just so he would continue.

“Look at you, so fucking desperate for my cock. Aren’t you ashamed?”

Indeed you were, but you were also way too horny to properly think at the same time.

“Yes, ‘m so desperate for your cock”

He enjoys his power over you so much. While he was unbuckling his belt, you tell him to be as rough as he can with you. “Such a slut for me”, he sneers at you.

His cock first makes contact with your already swollen and wet clit, sending shivers through your entire body. Your cunt was already stretched out and wet, when he started to slowly slide it in, inch by inch. His cock must’ve been 8 inches, and it was so thick and already leaking precum at the tip when he revealed it. Looks like he was just as turned on by you as you were by him.

As you were sitting on a table, it allowed him to really thrust his dick balls deep in you, to let it get sucked in by your tight pussy. As soon as it was completely inside, both his hands grabbed onto your waist to hold you place, as he thrust his dick roughly in and out. “Fuck you’re tight”, he remarks, which just made you clench down on him even tighter.

With each rough thrust he hit your sweet spot, earning him more and more desperate moans and whimpers. Your hands were on his back, keeping him close so his dick would fill you up to the fullest possible brim. Each time he slid out, he would just thrust it in even harsher, not caring that your sweet cunt was being abused so roughly by him.

As he began chasing his orgasm, you notice his thrusts start to become more messy, and a string of harsh grunts left his mouth. Groaning, while still holding you tightly, he tells you to only come when he tells you to. Becoming harder and harder to contain, you feel the urge to come and cry out “I have to come”.

“Just wait a little more doll” he orders, and after a few more seconds you feel his cum coating your cunt from the inside. Shortly after, you ride out your own orgasm too. The sensation lasted a few seconds and you felt euphoric as you clenched onto his cock and creamed all over it. At the end of it all, you could barely catch your breath and that’s when

“Hey, are you almost done showering, there’s other people in this dorm you know?”, your roommate interrupts your little self care session.

Fuck. You did manage to cum from your own fingers too, but it would’ve been so much better if it were professor riddles cock.

Turning off the shower, you get dressed and go to bed. Tonight, you definitely wanted nothing more than to dream about your imagined scenario during shower time ;)

[honeysscrapbook]

[🐍] Snape x f!reader

In where you get detention with Snape for being a bad student!

Warnings: Teacher x Student relationships, reader is 18, smut and nsfw, bad english (english isn’t my first language)

Tags: Age Gaps, Cockwarming as punishment, Detention, Dom!Snape, Sub!Reader, Petnames, P in V Sex, Semi-public sex, Bratty Reader (kinda), Degrading Petnames (Slut and Whore), Praise

Authors note: i’m supposed to be studying rn!! first smut fic (i have no clue what i’m doing)

Guide: H/N: house name, Y/N: your name, L/N: last name, E/C: eye color, H/C: hair color.

read on Ao3 — coming soon…

You’ve always been a top student in Hogwarts, you cared about grades and what teachers thought about you. During the last year you sort of let go, you didn’t care anymore. Thought it was the most important year.

You arrive tardy again at Potions class. The only place left was front row, so you sit there next to a Hufflepuff guy.

“Late…again.”

“Five points away from (H/N)”

Snape says with his cold tone. A student from your house groaned in annoyance.

Professor Snape’s broad eyes were burning into your skin, he was walking around the tables before stopping at yours. His tall dark figure made the student next to you whimper quietly in fear, quickly looking down at his potions textbook and pretending to read something.

You look at your professor, almost in a challenging manner. Looking at him up and down.

“Is he trying to scare me? Who does he think he is?” You think, scoffing quietly, looking away.

Severus suddenly leans on your table, his hands slamming against it. You jump a bit.

“If you seem to think that way, Miss (L/N), you might as well have detention with me..after class.”

He says in his usual monotone voice.

Did he just..read your mind?!

Your eyes widen for a moment as you gently nod your head.

“Good..page 367.” He stands up and walks away slowly.

You gulp quietly, suddenly afraid of him, but also kind of surprised and turned on. You bite your bottom lip gently as you open your textbook, the sound of pages flipping filling the quiet classroom. When did you start to think so lustfully about your Potions Master? Maybe it was the fact he was so strict and controlling that made you so hot and bothered.

A reddish pink flush meets your face as you try not to think about that any longer. You stop biting your bottom lip and look up, feeling someone staring at you. It was Snape, his eyes meeting yours for a good 5 seconds before yours snapped away, and he smirked for a second, looking away too.

The bell rang, everyone started leaving the class while you gently closed the textbook in front of you. You were excited, your stomach started turning as you felt butterflies in it. You stand up.

Snape walks up to you.

“So..what? Are you going to make me grade tests or some shit?” You walk up to him, leaning your legs against the table, wanting to make a fight with him for some reason. It turned you on.

“Language, (L/N)”

“No. I wasn’t planning on making you do that, dear” He leans his hands on the table behind you, besides your waists, he lowers his head. Your faces inches apart as you part your lips, letting out a small gasp.

“You’ve been way to bratty. I think you need a punishment..”

He says. You bite your bottom lip and smirk.

“And how do you plan on doing that, huh?” You chuckle. His face darkens as he grabs your wrist and pulls you to his desk.

He slammed you to it, pinning your hips against it, but still keeping a distance.

“Strip for me, whore.”

Your eyes widen again, his words pounding in your head, you blush as you fight the urge to submit to the man in front of you. He gently lets go of your hips as you look away, whimpering quietly, really trying your hardest not to give in to your urges.

You slowly start to remove your uniform, starting from coat, you gently slide it down your shoulders, it hits the floor with a small thud. A smalls smirk meets Snape’s lips as he gets closer to you and cups your cheeks gently, turning you to him.

“Look at me, slut.”

You whimper as you look up at him, continuing to strip, feeling the Professor’s gaze upon your body.

You’re finally in your panties and bra. Snape sits down carefully on his chair as he pulls you down on his lap by your waist. You squirm quietly with anticipation as your hands go on his shoulders gently.

Two of his fingers gently rub your clothed clit. “Severus..” You breath out, pressing your pussy on his hand. It slides away, you whine. “Its Professor for you, darling.” He says, sliding off your panties. You moan bite your bottom lip to keep quiet.

“You can scream as loud as you want, dear. The doors are locked and i used charms.” He whispers in your ear, throwing your panties on the floor. You let out a moan “Y-yes..Professor..”

Two fingers go inside your tight cunt. You moan loudly. “So fucking wet, aren’t you, brat?” Snape says gently pumping his fingers inside your soaking pussy, your fingers grip his shoulders as your nails go in his skin.

“H-haah..Professor..please” You beg, stuffing your head into the crook of his neck. “Please what, slut-face?” He says whispering, his dark tone making you shiver in pleasure. “Need..you in..” You breath out, gently kissing his neck and collar of his shirt. “You want my cock, sweetheart?” He smirks gently, taking his fingers out. “Y-yes! Yes please!!” You beg him as you hear the zipper of his pants getting undone. You look at his boxers; his penis is bulging and begging to be released. You whine in anticipation as he pulls down his underwear, his 8 centimeter cock springs out and hits his abdomen, already dripping in precum.

You eagerly start to sit on it before he stops you and grabs your hips. “Not so fast, doll.” You grab his arms, arching your eyebrows begging him with your eyes to let you ride him. Instead, he slowly pushes you down his hardness, teasing your folds with the tip, pulling out several moans out of you, until he fully plunges you down on him, hitting your g-spot perfectly. You moan loudly “F-fuck..! Snape!”, you start to ride him, pushing your head back and closing your eyes.

“Do. Not. Move.” He commands, holding your hips down. “This is your punishment. Be a good slut and stay still on my cock.” Your eyes widen and you whine, pressing your head on his shoulder again.

“What the fuck?!” You think to yourself, tears starting to fill up your big (E/C) eyes as you grip his shoulders tighter. He starts to correct essays with you on his penis, still very hard. You gently start crying in his shoulder letting out little begs. “Shh..sweetheart. C’mon be a good girl and you’ll get rewarded after.” You gently wipe away your tears and nod as he caressed your beautiful (H/C) hair. You start quietly kissing his neck again, which he enjoys but doesn’t show.

After 10 minutes of fighting the urge to move around, he pulls you up from his hardness and makes you sit on his desk, you moan in relief as a smile meets your red lips. He stands between your legs as he spread them “Such a good little slut. Aren’t you? You took my dick so well.” He kisses your lips as he grabs your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the desk and alining the head of his cock with your vulva. He slams his cock into you as you moan again, hugging his waists and smashing your face into his chest as he spreads your pretty little clit.

He groans in pleasure as he throws his head back gently, muttering curses and grabbing your hips, smashing him into you. You feel yourself getting close. “God..fuck..Professor..gonna cum..” you whimper quietly, hugging him tighter. “Me too, darling..” He groans as his thrusts speed up. “Cum..in me please..” You beg him to fill you up. “You want me to finish into you, dear?” You nod frantically.

“God..so close..mngh..!” You whine. “Come on my cock, sweetheart. C’mon, you’re close i can feel it..” He says, making his thrusts as hard and deep as he possibly can. You both finish at the same time, feeling his hot creamy load full up your vulva.

You’re panting as he pulls out his dick out of you, both of you riding off your high. He grabs his wand and uses a spell to grab a towel, cleaning you up first then himself. He helps you dress up as he pulls up his underwear and pants.

After you’re both fully clothed he kisses your forehead. “You were so good, darling.” He whispers. “Maybe we should do this more of then, mh?” You nod as you grab your Potions textbook and leave the class.

Suddenly, you’re motivated to be a good student again.

[mymiraclealigner]

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.

[slytherweasley]

Affair (Professor!Remus Lupin x reader)

Warnings: smut and swearing

Summary: y/n and Remus’ relationship becomes more serious as Remus’ feelings change

You both knew how morally wrong it was but it felt so good. You and your Professor Remus have been casually hooking up over a few months in your last year at Hogwarts. You fell for his charm and he fell for your smarts. He liked that you didn’t pretend to be dumb to get guys interested in you.

Remus is known as the hot Professor, he’s quite young compared to the other old professors at Hogwarts. Your friends all fancy him but have no idea you’re fucking him, if anyone found out it would be over.

Which is why you had to cover your tracks, your friends were suspicious. You used to have frequent boyfriends and now you’ve been single for a few months. You asked Remus if it was okay if you flirted a bit just to get your friends off your back. Remus didn’t care, he only saw you as someone to hookup with while he was teaching at Hogwarts.

In class one of the guys you’d been flirting with started to get touchy with you. Between classes he started to come onto you, you reluctantly kissed him as his hand disappeared under your skirt, Remus watched you as he passed by in the hallway. You made brief eye contact as the boy kisses your neck, you felt terrible even though you knew he didn’t mind.

It had been a while since you’d paid Remus a visit, you’d been building up the tension, the sex was always magical when you’d been apart for a while. After all your dorm mates had fallen asleep you decided to sneak out and wander over to Remus’ quarters.

You knocked on the door a few times and waited, he opened the door and you quickly ran inside so no one could catch you. “I have been wondering when you’d pay me a visit” “Sorry Rem, I’ve been busy and really tired lately” he presses a loving kiss to your forehead.

You look over to the front of the classroom at his desk where he has parchment piled up. “Is this a bad time?” You ask “No. Perfect timing” he takes your hand and leads you up the stairs through a door to a beautiful room. “Is this yours?” You ask “certainly is” “you’ve never taken me here before” “moving too quick?” He asks “No, I like this.”

You’d always fucked in the classroom, never in his bedroom or a bed. You sit down on the bed as he stands over you tucking your hair behind your ears and stroking your cheek.

You unbuckle his belt and fiddle with the button on his trousers until you finally get it and pull them down. His hard on is prominent in his underwear, you spend some time palming him before pulling his underwear down and letting his erection free.

You take his tip into your mouth and suck on it “go on, be a good girl” he encourages. You take him into the back of your throat getting used to the familiar feeling. You start bobbing your head up and down and look up to peak at his expressions. “Such a good girl” he praises you.

He strokes your hair “did such a good job” he says letting you take him out of your mouth. You lay back on the pillows and he meets you on the bed. He pulls your slip dress up revealing your glistening pussy “no panties?” He questions “I knew I was coming to see you” he pulls it up all the way and takes it off putting it on the floor.

You lay there naked on his bed, you’d dreamt of this so many times before. He spreads your legs and kisses up your thighs and lands a kiss on your clit making you squirm. He takes his time slowly devouring your pussy, your back arches involuntarily in response to the intense pleasure.

Your fingers curl around his hair tugging on it “It feels so good, Rem. I think I’m gonna cum” you warn him and feel yourself finish, Remus finishes you off with one last lick up your cunt.

“Taste so good” he mumbles licking his lips before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Remus was painfully hard and ready to be inside you but he waited until you were ready.

You reach a hand to his bicep and lay it there gently “I’m ready, Rem” he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes himself in. He groans at the sensation as you clench around him trying to get used to the feeling. Something about tonight felt different, he took his time with you, usually it was a quick affair.

He listened to all your directions “Fuck Rem right there don’t stop” you moan in his ear and hold onto his strong upper body as he pounds inside you. Remus watches as each stroke inside you makes your breasts bounce up and down. “So tight” he mumbles “Fuck, I’ve dreamt about you fucking me on your bed a million times and it’s never felt as good as this does.”

“You dreamt about this, huh? You think about me a lot?” “All the time, you’re the only thought on my mind when I touch myself.” He has so much power over you, there’s been many times you spilled secrets to him while he fucks you.

“Please” you plead “tell me what you want” he says still pounding into you “I want to-“ you tried to finish your sentence “I wanna cum” you managed to say. “Go on, cum for me” he felt himself getting closer just from the sight of you, your hair messy and breasts bouncing up and down as your mouth is parted and soft moans come out.

You feel yourself finish, Remus watches you carefully. You clench around him as you attempt to calm yourself from your orgasm. Remus gets close “where do you want me to finish?” He asks you look up into his eyes, bewildered. “inside please” he doesn’t give it a second thought as you feel him cum inside you.

He pulls out and cleans you up, you sit up looking for your slip dress “No. Stay” he says. You look at him and lay back down beside him, you lay on your side looking into his eyes. “Don’t kiss those boys, they’re no good for you” “I thought you wanted me to, so no one suspected anything” “I changed my mind, I want you to myself.”

[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

[smittenbyvillains]

Headmasters Favorite (1?)

Warnings; age gap, headmaster x student, angst, nsfw themes, maybe spanking or any form of punishment

The train to Hogwarts was so dark and quiet. No one spoke and was just sitting down either reading, looking out the window, or staring off. It was too scary to dare talk. Everyone knew this year and the following just might be the worse. Everyone was already in uniforms. You sat alone as you were the last of Harry's friends to be going there. The only reason you were still going is so no one starts looking for you. No one knew how you were a part of the order.

You looked out the window of your cart the whole time. You didn't move or talk. You were afraid of what might happen. You had heard who the new headmaster was. You are not surprised it was Snape. After all, you thought about it and knew why. Snape was the most trusted in Voldemort's circle.

Soon the train arrived at Hogwarts and everyone was getting checked in. Everything was more secure and awful. You just kept your head down going through the checkpoints. They sorted the first years before a quick dinner. After dinner everyone stood up and the tables disappeared. Every time was a nightmare. You wanted to leave but any chance of leaving was gone. You stared off once you entered your dorms. Severus was still the head of Slytherins and he went through everything that was to be changing.

For the first few weeks, everything was completely worse. Students get in trouble even for the smallest things. You found the headmaster constantly staring at you like he was waiting for you to crack. You weren't going to crack.

You were in potions at the moment and Slughorn was teaching. No classes were fun anymore. It was listening, notes, studying, tests, and repeating. You were glad when class ended as you just headed to your dorm for the rest of the night. You barely ate as you didn't want to be in the great hall or near anyone. You were almost there when you heard footsteps.

"Shouldn't you be going to the great hall?" A voice spoke and you froze not knowing what to say. You turned around and looked at him before bowing your head down.

"Sorry headmaster, I was going to the dorms to start studying sir. I am not hungry." You said with your eyes cast down. He stepped forward and looked at you with a stern glint in his eyes.

"This is not going to be happening anymore. I will drag you personally to the great hall. Understood?" He snarled. Why did he care? Maybe only because he only cared about the idea of a student passing out in the hallways. You looked down in shame. You felt stupid for believing he actually cared. You also did not want to get in trouble.

"Yes, headmaster." You answered. How did he notice? The uniform did look less well-fitted anymore. You stayed quiet as he started to walk to the great hall and made sure you were following. You didn't want to eat or be around anyone. You heard how the great hall was now a silent hall. Once you arrived you sat down and when the food appeared you grabbed only a little bit until you felt eyes on you and looked up to see him staring. You quickly added more to your plate and started to eat. It did taste good but nothing was the same.

It was like this for the next few weeks. Every morning, lunch, and dinner he walked you to the great hall. You thought it was odd that he did it only for you. You felt better eating more but still being here was draining. How could it not? Nothing was fun anymore, and Quittach became more violent. A lot of kids were seen going to the infirmary.

When Professor Snape called you into his headmaster's office you were scared but went up anyway since you knew what he said before. You couldn't help but feel something towards him. It confused you.

"Yes, Headmaster?" You asked standing in front of his desk.

"Miss Y/n.... I would like to talk about your classes." He said as he looked up from his position at his desk. He had been doing some paperwork and his legs were spread a bit and he looked more relaxed. You couldn't help to admire him. "Y/N." He called out. You focused back.

"Oh, what is happening with my classes?" You asked him nervous.

"Your potions and defenses grades are dropping... I wanted to let you know for now on, during those classes you will be with me and I will teach you." He said. You were shocked. You didn't like they were dropping that bad.

Oh, you wondered how this would go. This also meant walking longer with him to the great hall for meals.

[purplekiwis]

You've got a new professor, and an obsession with his hands...

Genre: Sculptor!Harry | Professor!Harry x Student!Y/N

Warnings: +18 (smut... but not yet)

Wordcount: 3.7k

A/N: i'm not the best at photomontages so please don't roast me, I tried 😅

THIS IS A MULTI-PART SERIES. YOU CAN CHECK THE SERIES MASTERPOST : HERE AND PART 2 HERE

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Hands.

His were artful,

Perhaps even an art form in and of themselves: smooth, veiny, with steady joints and capable and patient fingertips.

The hands of a craftsman - suitable for creating planets, galaxies, and even entire universes if they so desired. Both harsh and gentle, they tore, kneaded, and poked… only to stroke softly in the end.

The hands of a lover,

Those were my ceramics professor’s hands.

I bit the hidden part of my lip as I watched them move with conviction. Across the slickness, bare and sticky as they pried deeper and deeper, widening as they went and doing as they pleased.

I felt the urge to push my thighs together as I seemingly always did whenever my professor came closer, but I couldn’t because of the potter's wheel blocking my way - the one where he was fixing the crooked clay pot I had tried to make. “Next time, try using a little less water, okay? Your clay has gotten too soft… that’s why you're having trouble getting it even.”

“So less water than this time, but more than last time?” My struggle to get it right made me feel a little embarrassed, but I wanted him to know that I was listening and trying my best. He nodded in response to my question. “Okay, um- I'll try to do it correctly next time. Thanks for resurrecting my project and making it right again.”

My professor smiled warmly at me, noticing I was becoming discouraged by making so many mistakes. “No worries, I’m happy to help.” I watched him as he stood up, washed his hands in my water bowl and dried them on the rag he kept in his pottery apron. “Don't be afraid to muck around with what I've made. You're supposed to take it apart and rebuild it.”

“If I touch it, I'll ruin it and you'll need to come back for assistance again.”

A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head. “I don't want you worrying about that. That’s why I’m here, to fix up your messes.” He sat on the stool next to me again for a moment, and when he spoke, he kept his voice low. “I want you to take it less seriously. Have fun with it — work it ‘til your wreck it. Don’t beat yourself up about it. That’s common blunder for someone who’s starting. We’ve all been there.”

“Thanks,” I smiled a little more assuredly. “I'll try to keep that in mind.”

He smiled back as he stood up from the stool. “No problem, just ask if you need anything.”

While I wasn’t sure how I got into the habit of fantasizing about my professor's hands, I did know how I ended up in his class.

I was a Product Design student.

Frankly, only because I didn’t have the grades to enroll in Interior Design like I’d always aspired to. Product Design was the second-best option that would still give me a chance of breaking into the field if I chose my classes wisely.

In order to achieve that goal, I had been planning to take a class on inclusive design this year. However, as I was about to submit my application, my computer crashed, forcing me to reenter all of my information again. Because of this, by the time I made it back to the page, most of the students had already chosen, leaving only statistical literacy and ceramics as open options.

None of those options had even the slightest appeal to me, which naturally made me incredibly frustrated at the time but, at least the choice was clear between them. Anything with the word statistics in it sounded absolutely dreadful and combining it with the word literacy somehow made it sound even worse… so I chose ceramics, despite the fact that I had never tried my hand at it.

That was why I was now behind all of my classmates, which didn't make me feel great, even though no one had made me feel inferior about my lack of skill yet… not even our professor. He was very sweet and attentive, without always being on top of me, which I appreciated. He gave me the freedom to try things on my own, but as soon as he noticed my eyes searching for him, he'd come over to check things out and lend a helping hand.

This wasn't always a positive thing because sometimes the only reason I was looking was because I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It wasn't just his hands that I kept staring at; I found him captivating in all aspects.

His hair was cool. I liked how he kept it in a messy bun and tucked flyaways behind his ears when they landed on his face. He dressed really cute too, I thought — creative yet casual, and the stubble he occasionally sported when he neglected to shave was sexy as hell.

I wasn’t fully aware of his age, but he couldn't have been much older than me when he had finished his Ph.D. in Fine Arts the previous year. In the rumor mill, he had been invited to teach shortly after earning his degree due to his extraordinary talent for clay sculpting, that had made him stand out at our university ever since he started studying there.

He hadn't shown much of his personal work outside of what he did during his school years, but I had heard through the grapevine that erotic themes were his specialty. Another thing I had heard was that because he made art under a pseudonym that he kept as a secret from most people, his work was very difficult to find online.

That bothered me a little because I was interested and wanted to see it, especially after learning that pleasure was the subject he enjoyed exploring the most. Among my classmates, I knew some made jokes about him being a pervert who had only wanted to come teach to score with the female students. My gut told me that wasn't the case, and I was miffed by those people who couldn’t comprehend that someone could find sex fascinating enough to want to depict it in most of their art without being sleazy. Fortunately, I wasn't one of them. I found sex to be an intriguing topic as well… I enjoyed having it, looking at it, and having thoughtful conversations about it.

“Professor,” I called as we finished class. I was still sat by my wheel, while everyone was cleaning and washing up. Being completely honest, I wanted to leave as well… but I made myself stay so I could make my pot look more presentable. “If you're leaving, could you please leave the room key with me? I was planning to stay a little longer.”

He seemed surprised that I wanted to stay.

I noticed his gaze fall on the collapsing walls of my pot as he handed me the key, but he was merciful enough not to comment. “Feel free to stay as long as you like. I'm taking a coffee break, but I'll be back as well.”

Finding that my professor was coming back made the prospect of staying more enticing. I wasn't expecting a lot of interaction with him, though… I didn't want to be a bother, so I would avoid requesting his assistance. It was already embarrassing enough to ask for it in class, even if he kept assuring me it was perfectly okay to do so…

Professor Harry returned to the classroom after about 10 minutes, seeming happy to find me still there. As he walked inside, he cracked a lighthearted joke about how surprised he was that I hadn't destroyed anything yet. I snorted a laugh and said that I was surprised too.

I observed him carefully as he re-tied his apron around his waist. It seemed like everything the man did attracted me. The way his triceps flexed with movement, the contours of his back, the ease with which his fingers tied the knot. None of these things escaped my attention.

“Would it be okay if I turned on some music?” Due to my dry mouth, it took me longer than it should have to answer his question. “I'm not a big fan of working in silence, but it’s okay if you are…”

“Oh, please, go ahead.” I was finally able to react, but my voice came out weird. “I don't particularly enjoy working in silence either...”

My professor smiled, then walked over to his desk and sat down at his laptop. “Have you got any special requests?”

I pretended to contemplate for a moment, but I didn't want to be the one picking the music. I wanted him to choose because I was nervous about accidentally having him listen to something he didn't like… and I was also curious about his musical tastes. “Not really, no. I'm not picky. I like most music.” That part was true, but he seemed skeptical. “Just pretend I'm not here and play whatever music you normally listen to.”

The look on his face was still skeptical, but he agreed. “Okay, I will. Just let me know if you don't like it so I can switch to something you like best.”

He put on Woodkid's Warm Core album and looked at me to see if I was keen on the choice. “This is cool. I like it.” It was the kind of alternative music I anticipated he would listen to, being an artist and all, and it made me happy because I also liked it.

“Alright, good. If at any point you decide that you no longer like it, feel free to request a change.” I was getting a little hot over how much he was focusing on making sure I liked his music. I’d always had this conviction that one of the ways to tell if a guy is good in bed is to look for signs that he is considerate and eager to please – and already, my professor was scoring points in that department. I glanced at him, and I believe he noticed because he asked, “Is there anything you need help with, or should I just let you do your thing and keep to myself?”

“Um…” I stammered, returning my attention to the horrible looking pot I was working on. I had been right the first time. I shouldn't have touched it after he fixed it for me. “I'm holding up for now. Thanks, professor.”

He smiled at me. “You can leave out the “professor” when we're outside of class. That term is still settling in for me… it's a bit off-putting to be addressed that way when I was also a student here just a year ago - especially when I can't be that much older than you, right?”

I joined him in his smile. “Yeah, I get what you mean. I suppose it's not weird for me because I don't remember seeing you at school last year. How old are you, though, just out of curiosity?”

“I’m 27, you?”

“Wow, you’re really old...” He wasn’t, really… especially since I had assumed he would be in his thirties, given that he was a professor and all. I snorted when he side-eyed me from across the room, where he’d been tidying up and organizing the equipment the students had left behind. “I was just kidding. I'm 22, so...”

His brows furrowed slightly in response to my reveal. “So you're a little older than the rest of the class. Makes sense, you seem a bit more grown-up in comparison to them.” I took that as a compliment because, while my classmates weren't much younger than me – they had to be around 19 – some still acted like teenagers in many ways. “Also, since you mentioned not seeing me at school last year… that’s because I went abroad for a few months to study, and then I had to wrap up my thesis, so I didn't come very often.”

“Oh, that's cool. Where did you go?”

“Norway, to Oslo more specifically. It's a city I think everyone should visit if they ever get the chance to. I had a wonderful time there.” He turned his head away from what he was doing to look at me. “Have you ever thought about going abroad for school?”

“I've thought about it, but I don’t know. It doesn't really call to me right now, to be honest... maybe next year.” I was really interested in hearing more about Harry's experience in Norway, so I shifted the focus of the conversation back to that. “What was the best part of it for you?”

I could tell he was excited to talk about it, as evidenced by the sparkle in his eye. “A difficult question, that. I loved the landscapes and food there, as well as the people. Oslo’s a beautiful city, and it has an amazing art scene that's definitely worth exploring.” He paused for a moment, laughed, and then spoke again, “But I guess I should say that meeting Astrid, my girlfriend, was probably the best part.”

“Wow, that's... something.” Something I'd rather he didn't have, I thought to myself despite my amenable expression. “Has she traveled all the way here with you?”

“Oh no, she stayed in Oslo. We've been doing long-distance and stuff… it isn't always easy, but we make it work.” I could tell by the look on his face that he had somewhat regretted sharing that with me. “Anyway, you should give the studying abroad thing some more thought... you seem like someone who would enjoy that kind of thing. You give off a good vibe.”

“Ha, thanks... so do you. I really like your style.”            

I saw his cheeks flush at my compliment. “I don’t put a lot of thought into my clothes, to be honest. Most of the time, I just throw on whatever.”

“Well, it works, so...” Seeing me shrug, he smiled, but said nothing further. I figured the conversation was over and got back to my work. Harry did the same thing; except he was no longer cleaning up and was instead using his laptop.  Even though I stayed another hour, he didn't leave until I did, which made me feel bad because it made me wonder if he had stayed on purpose to be there in case I needed anything. “Do you usually stay here until this late?” I inquired as he closed the classroom door.

“Um… it depends, sometimes I do, but if you weren't here I would’ve probably left earlier.”

His confession caused a small contraction in my heart. I now regretted staying for so long, especially since I had spent some of that time merely acting as though I was working. “Oh, I'm so sorry. You didn’t have to do that. I would have been fine by myself. I just wanted to practice.”

“Oh no, don't get me wrong. I stayed longer because I wanted to. I live alone, so… I am by myself a lot. It was nice to have company for a change.”

“Ah, I see...” That was something I hadn’t considered before, but it made sense. Most of Harry’s university friends were probably no longer around, or if they were, perhaps he'd lost touch with them after going away for so many months. That had happened to me with my high school friends, so I knew how it felt. “I was actually planning on doing this more frequently to see if I could improve my pottery skills, so… you're welcome to keep me company if that's something you'd like to do.”

He acknowledged my invitation with a courteous smile. “Ah, thanks. I appreciate that.” When he didn't respond right away, I assumed he wasn't interested, which made me feel stupid for having suggested it. Why would he want to spend time with a student five years his junior? He was probably cringing at the thought. That was what I was assuming, until he started speaking again after a pause. “I reckon as long as you really don't mind me being around, that could be something that works for me.”

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Over the course of a couple of weeks, it became a habit for me and Harry to spend time together after class. Most times, more than once a week. The days when I didn’t have class until late, I would wander to the atelier after his class and spend the next few hours there. It was really easy to get along despite our slight age difference.

I didn't know Harry well enough to say that we had a lot in common, but we just clicked really well. Having a conversation with him was easy, and his presence was warm and reassuring.

We would sometimes work separately, but Harry had taken it upon himself to teach me the things I had been falling behind on. He taught me how to use a kiln to fire and glaze pottery, as well as a bunch of different building and decorating techniques. I liked the last one most because he got to sit next to me and help me paint and texturize. I was really proud of a mug we had made together. Harry had commented that the wavy handle I had made for it looked like the tail of a fish when we put it in, so we went on to decorate the rest of the mug to fit that concept.

“You’re a good painter…” He complimented me as I painted the fish’s fins. I wrinkled my nose at him. Painting had always been a fun activity for me, but I had never considered myself good at it. Harry, on the other hand, was a true artist, thanks to his Fine Arts training and skillful hands…

I looked at the fin I'd drawn and noticed that it was unmistakably more unsightly than the one on the picture I was taking inspiration from. Harry couldn't possibly believe I was talented as a painter. He was just trying to say something nice.

“What? I'm serious…” He assured me, appearing a little surprised by my doubtful demeanor. “And you have a great eye for color too.”

“Hmm, I find that last one is a little more believable; I'll take it.” I said before returning to straightening out my wonkiest brush strokes. I'd spent enough time designing pretty rooms in Intericad Lite to feel reasonably confident on my ability to mix and match colors so, accepting that compliment wasn't too difficult. Besides that isn’t really a talent, is it? It's something a lot of people have.                                         

“Hey,” Harry’s voice drew my attention back to him. “I meant both of the things I said. I wouldn’t have said anything if I didn’t.”

The seriousness I was met with when I looked into Harry's eyes made me feel emotional and flustered at the same time. “Thanks,” I smiled a little before looking down at my mug. “I think I haven't gotten a compliment on my painting skills since I was a little kid…”

“You used to get compliments on it when you were little?”

“Sometimes, yeah… mainly from teachers because I always colored inside the lines.”

“I think it's really unfortunate that we stop getting compliments as we get older… I can't really complain because I've been lucky to grow up in a supportive environment, but I know that after a certain point in most people’s lives criticism becomes the norm, while praise for rightdoing is never given.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” I grabbed another brush and continued to color my mug because the topic we were discussing was now making me feel like I might actually start crying if I didn't keep my emotions under control, and I didn’t want Harry to see that. “My parents were never particularly supportive of me or my interests, so I haven’t felt much of a difference as I grew older… I think that’s why I find it a bit difficult to accept people’s compliments nowadays, though. I tend to doubt myself and others a lot.”

“I’m not gonna lie, I had a hunch that was the case with you.” Harry’s statement surprised me a bit. I knew professors could usually read their students well, but I wasn't aware of how see-through I was. “When we first started class, I was a little nervous because I could tell that you were lost at times and could use some help, but I wasn't sure of how to approach you. I was afraid that if I made it known that I could tell you were struggling, you would withdraw even further. I didn’t want that. I wanted you to feel comfortable and know that I wouldn't judge you.”

“You never made me feel uncomfortable… I just felt embarrassed to ask for help because everyone in your class comes from an arts background and knows more than me. I didn't want you to think I was dumb or that I was wasting your time with questions that I should have known the answers to.”

“You could never waste my time. I like teaching you a lot… you always listen and all the questions you ask are perfectly normal.” He gave me a reassuring smile and I felt my insecurities melt away with the rest of my body. “And on top of that, it's easier for me to teach you since you are a blank slate, as opposed to some of the art students who come with stubborn vices they won't get rid of. Experience isn’t always an advantage.”

“You're a really good professor, Harry.” I said truthfully. “I'm really glad I ended up in your class, even if it wasn’t my first choice.”

“It wasn't your first choice?” His face pretended to be shocked, but I knew he wasn't. Given that I had told him about my goal to pursue a career in Interior Design, I knew he had to have known by that point that there was no reason for me to be in his class other than by chance. “Okay, now I'm offended, and no amount of ego-puffing will help you remedy that…”

I shook my head and smiled at his antics as I dipped my brush back into the paint palette. “Not even if I admit you're really cool to talk to and have great musical taste?”

Following my brush dip, Harry dipped his as well. “Give me a little more detail on that and I might re-consider.”

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PART 2

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Could you please write something with professor!harry after the fluff?? Like some sort of smut or like he makes it up to her?

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Warning: Public sex (exhibitionism), some sweetness

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Harry had been exceptionally sweet to you after he hurt your feelings about going to the beach together. He felt bad about how he reacted because his feelings for you were getting complicated and when you first asked him to go with you it felt like it would be too intimate. But he realized quickly it was a mistake to brush you off and to pretend he didn’t want more from you. So when he apologized about it, he wanted to help plan it out and even suggested staying for one extra night. You just couldn't be mad at him anymore.

Your aunt's beach house was not a big one but it opened up to the back and you had beach access and hammocks in the backyard, an outdoor kitchen, and the master bedroom had a California king-sized bed with the most comfortable mattress.

Your first day was spent in the ocean splashing around with Harry, making a big dinner with wine, and then having lots of nasty sex in the massive bed.

Today you and Harry were laying out on the beach. He'd bought you one of those ridiculous floppy hats to wear to keep the sun off your head and shoulders and it turns out, you actually love the hat and the way it kept you cool in the sun.

You were perched against the ice chest, which was full of water, beer, and juice, reading a book, and Harry was lying flat on his back with the sun beating down on his body. He had a small grin on his face. And he should after the blow job you'd given him right before heading to the beach. You knew it was probably some of your best work.

"Read to me," Harry spoke with his eyes still closed.

So you smiled and cleared your throat and began reading from the page you were on. When you'd gotten through about three pages you looked down at Harry and noticed he was plumping up his swim trunks.

You paused the sentence and Harry opened his eyes to look up at you, "What? Why'd you stop?"

You closed the book and placed it down on the towel you were seated on, "Because you're getting a boner. Does my voice turn you on?"

Harry lifted his head and looked down over his body and chuckled when he saw it, "Guess so," and then laid back flat to his back, closing his eyes without a single care in the world. You wished you could be so casual with your body like Harry was.

Harry moved his arm outward and brushed the back of his hand over your thigh, "Go on. Keep reading."

You shook your head with a smile and opened the book to where you left off and continued.

When you finished the chapter your voice was a little sore from reading so much out loud. It was like you could talk forever to anyone listening, but when it came to reading out loud made your throat dry.

Harry turned his head toward you and you laid onto your side facing him. No one was around. Your aunt's beach house was in an area that was public space but access to this area wasn't as easy as just parking on the street and finding public paths to the beach. So it was mostly quiet and there were very rarely people around.

"You're still hard, Harry. Wanna go back inside and we can take care of it?" You asked as you trailed your finger over his pecs and nipples and then down over his butterfly tattoo slowly.

Harry licked his lips and you saw a glint in his eyes when he sat up and looked up and down the sand of the beach. Not a person in sight.

"We could. Or we can take care of it right here. It's so nice out here. Kind of don't want to go back inside just yet."

You cocked your head to the side and then looked down at his bulging hard-on again and smiled, "Okay. What do you propose?"

Harry grabbed your arm and pulled you over him to straddle his lap and pressed his mouth over yours as he pulled his heavy cock out of his trunks. You kept your lips slotted together as you moved your hand down to his shaft and gasped. He was extraordinarily hard.

Harry shifted so he was leaning against the cooler and he moved your bikini bottoms to the side and gently put his fingers to your pussy. With your mouths moving together slowly and your hands working each other you moaned and Harry backed away from the kiss, "Baby... I'm so happy I'm here with you. Do you want to fuck yourself on my cock? Want my come?"

You laughed in embarrassment. Harry was so vulgar at times but you loved it, "Yeah."

"Okay. Well, climb up, feels like you're nice and wet. I'm gonna give you a special treat later on with my mouth. Eat you out real good. Pay you back for that blowie you gave me earlier. But right now I need your pussy, baby."

You moved yourself so you glided your cunt down over his thick cock and the moment you felt him press through into your tight muscle you moaned and Harry gasped. It was always perfection.

You needed a bit to really begin grinding down over him. When you were on top in this position it was deeper than normal and you needed some extra time to get him in there all the way.

"Take your time, beautiful. We've got all day long," Harry was loving this time away with you. He doesn't understand how he could have been such a prick about it with you in the first place. This little getaway was exactly what he needed and it only solidified his deeper feelings for you, whether that was a good or bad thing he wouldn't know just yet.

Harry watched you work yourself over him. He was going to let you move how you wanted. It would feel good no matter what because he was so horny.

And it was true that your voice turned him on. He could tell he was getting a little warm when you began reading to him, he just didn't expect for a full hardon to pop out like that. But that's sort of how his body reacted to you. Even just your voice.

Harry put his hands on your hips over your bikini and squeezed as you were seated fully in his lap, his cock bottomed out inside of you.

"Feels so good inside of me like this, Harry," you spoke softly when you leaned forward to brush your lips over his, your hips moving back and forth on him.

Harry groaned and then smiled into your mouth. It felt so good. It really did.

You leaned back a little so you could watch your pussy take him in and Harry squeezed his eyes closed at the view. He didn’t want to come too fast. It was a beautiful sight and it made him feral.

He hooked a finger into the fabric of the crotch of your bikini bottom and pulled it further away so he could really see. You left a trail of creamy arousal along his shaft and then you placed your fingers on your clit and began to rub.

He looked up at your pretty face and you were already looking at him. It was the sort of look he loved. It was his favorite. Like he was your world. That’s what he wanted, he thought. But it was scary too because you were his student. Shit could go wrong and he could lose his job.

“Harry, oh my god. I need you… oh please…” your words were breaths and moans as you began to really wet his cock and your own fingers. You were so close to the edge, and normally Harry would start to fuck up into you, get himself buried deep, and split your insides apart with forceful thrusts, but today he was enjoying watching you fuck yourself down on him. Loved watching how you could get yourself off on his cock.

“You’re doing so well, baby… Fucking yourself on my cock. Use my cock, baby. Take what you need,” Harry panted his words. He was going to come too, he just needed to hold out a little longer so you could come first.

You nodded and whimpered when you began to move your hips faster and your fingers were slick and shiny and made little wet noises when you sped up the pace over your clit.

Harry gritted his teeth when he felt your pussy clenching and you cried out his name. Harry looked around to make sure you weren’t being exposed to anyone who would walk by and was pleased to know you were both in the clear, not a soul around.

You began babbling and moaning as you came, “Need you… I love it... fuuuckk…” and that was it for Harry. He couldn’t stop himself from coming inside of you. His favorite was when he came while you were coming. His own orgasm pumping from his cock while your pussy was squeezing and spasming over his throbbing cock. It was probably the best feeling in the world.

“Y/n… fuck…” Harry grunted as he tried staying still so you could keep up your steady pace. He loved this. Loved how you took what you needed and he just sat there and watched as you moved over him. He liked this a lot.

When you collapsed in his arms, he held you to his chest and you both caught your breaths. The ocean waves, a backdrop to the sweetness of coming down from an orgasm.

Eventually, you tilted your head back and kissed Harry’s neck, “That was so good. I’m glad no one saw us,” you laughed.

Harry chuckled and nodded, “Yeah, me too. Wouldn’t want anyone else seeing you getting off like that.”

You smiled and pressed your cheek over his chest and closed your eyes. It felt so nice to go away with Harry. It felt so sweet.

Harry hummed and brought his hands up to brush your hair from your face and he angled your head back and kissed your forehead, “We should do this more often.”

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Part Three: Wandering Thoughts of a Ravenclaw

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Summary: You continue your detention with Professor Snape, finding yourself thinking of him a bit too much.

Warnings: PG-13, talk of heavy petting, sexual fantasizing, drinking, 18+ student and professor

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Part 3

Tuesday morning instead of going to the Great Hall for breakfast, you went to the library. Your head was buzzing with your dreams from last night. Images of your professor looking down at you with his onyx eyes, with hunger. Straddling over you, kissing your neck with a light bite at the end. Feeling his large hands grab your waist tightly. You felt heat between your legs.

“Uh hello?”

You were startled out of your thoughts when Miles suddenly sat down next to you, tapping your shoulder. “How long were you sitting there?” You asked feeling embarrassed for your concealed thoughts.

“Not long, enough to say hello a few times, you seem kind of out of it. I felt like I haven’t seen you in days between Quidditch practices and detentions with Professor Sprout, thanks to that asshole Snape.” Miles stated with clear anger towards the end of his statement.

“I know, I’ve been suffering too,” you stated meaning it in a slightly different manner, “after Easter break I will no longer be in detention.”

“Yeah but I still have another week after we are back. At least I’m visiting my family over the break. Are you going home for break?”

“No, I would but my parents are on a cruise, so I didn’t see the point. I have studying I want to catch up on though, especially if I want that Potions position.”

“I can’t see how anyone in their right mind would stay here after we graduate.” He said, seeming to regret the way he said it.

“I have to get to class.” You stated before quickly leaving him in the library.

Classes dragged on, you wished you had a DADA (Defense Against the Dark Arts) today. After what felt like forever it was time for dinner. You thought about sitting down and enjoying yourself, but decided to grab a ham and cheese sandwich and a butterbeer and head to your dorm to primp yourself before detention. You decided to change out of your uniform top and put on a deep v-neck cable knit sweater, and decided on not wearing a bra, wearing a necklace to draw more attention to your breasts. You left your skirt as is, but put your hair up.

Professor Snape was waiting for you at his office door, with a hand full of empty bottles. “We’re going to the Potions classroom, grab the remaining bottles on my desk and meet me there” He stated before turning on his heel leaving you standing near his doorway. You walked into his office, and took a deep breath in. You saw his pensive sitting there on top of the potions cabinet, desperately wondering what a peak in his mind would be like. You found a cloak of his hanging on the back of his chair, and smelled in his stimulating scent. His smell led your dream to creep back in your mind, his lips on your neck, hands gripping your waist trailing down to your skirt, slowly pushing it up to reveal your panties soaked- “Miss (y/l/n).”

You quickly stood up straight to see Professor Snape looking at you impatiently yet with some question in his eyes. “Quickly now, grab those potions, we have much to do.” He stated grabbing a few of the potions leaving me with only a couple to carry. You followed him beet red in the face, grateful he did not question you, only hoping he did not use Legilimency on you.

He had two teas sitting on the teachers desk, one near him, the other in front of the desk. You sat down at the chair in front of the desk, and he pushed the other tea towards you without at word. He was writing down notes, ingredients for his potions you assumed. You sipped you tea in silence as he continued scribbling. After several minutes passed he handed you the list and instructed you to get the ingredients needed while he readied the cauldrons.

“Good,” he stated as you returned with the needed ingredients, “I want to see you create each of the potions. I will watch over you, of course, but I want to ensure you can successfully recreate even some of my most complex potions.” He stood back and allowed you to get started. He leaned on the desk behind you sipping his tea while you worked. You made several potions to his liking over the next hour. You came across one you had never seen. “Professor?”

He was standing next to you before you finished asking for him. “Mm yes, I tweaked that one myself.” He said with a proud smirk. “Care to guess what it does?” After a minute of you attempting to figure it out he announced it was a modified version of The Elixir to Induce Euphoria. He began walking you through it. You’d never seen him so relaxed and in his element. Your arms touched from time to time, as you were standing so close together, you could feel his heat. “I didn’t know how you take your tea.” Snape said in a surprisingly warm tone.

“It was very good professor, thank you.” You stated smiling up at him. He looked down at you, his eyes trailing down to your lips, and then your chest. You followed his eyes down. You felt his large hand on your chin, pulling your eyes back up to his. Your breath hitched in your chest. You thought you were back in your dream. His thumb traced your lip with your chin still in his hands. He leaned down until you felt his breath, close enough to kiss you. “Very good.” He said in a dominating tone yet being a whisper. Heat spread throughout your body focusing between your legs as you looked up at him doe eyed. After a few seconds he released his grasp, shifting his focus back on the potion. You attempted to gather yourself. As he began to bottle the potions you started to clean up. “Alright Miss (y/l/n), lets bring these back to my office, then you are free to go.”As you followed him to his office your thoughts were all over the place, all you wanted was to be locked in his office, on top of him. You didn’t want to be free.

Inside his office you took the liberty of putting the newly filled potions in their appointed places. He seemed pleased by this, but also noticed that you were in no rush to leave. “I have a bottle of red elf-made wine I am going to open,” Snape hesitated unsure of how to continue “if you'd like a glass..” he trailed off. “I’d love that.” You said a bit too quickly. He conjured up two long stemmed wine glasses that looked ancient as well as the bottle uncorked. He poured two healthy glasses, handed you yours, and swirled his around in his glass before taking a large sip. You followed in his lead.

You both sat in content silence sipping wine until he put on some quiet classical music. “Most applicants for the Potions position are atrocious. If I must train someone who has promise, I will do so.” He said staring at you, waiting for a response. You had none so instead you took another drink. “You show promise Miss (y/l/n).”

“Thank you, sir. It truly means the most coming from you. You’re truly the master, I’m lucky to be under you.” You spoke without thinking, realizing you finished your glass. You blushed deep red. He refilled his glass and walked around to the front of his desk and refilled yours. Snape sat on the front of his desk, looking directly down at you. His leg just brushing yours.

“However,” he said in a more commanding tone “I notice you are still distracted.”

“Sir, I have only briefly talked to Miles, he is not on my mind anymore, I pro-“

“I am aware.” Snape said looking down at you. He took drink of his wine as did you. “After your detention is complete I’d like to start tutoring you. But I feel certain things are getting in our way.” His gaze once again drifting to your lips, then chest, then thighs which were now exposed more than planned. You shifted in your seat. “Do I make you nervous?”

The alcohol seemed to fuel your words at this point. “Yes, but not in the way you make most students nervous.” He tilted his head as to let you continue. “I think about you in ways a student shouldn’t.” You look down, silently cursing yourself. Snape grabs your chin like before to look up at him. “I am well aware of how I make you feel Miss (y/l/n), I’d like to say I have no intentions of giving in to your desires.” Snape states slowly while his hand traces down your neck to your shoulder, pushing the sweater to the side revealing your bare shoulder. You get goosebumps.

“Alright Miss (y/l/n)” Professor Snape said in his normal tone standing up, turning to walk behind his desk, “tomorrow, as you know is your final for this term of Defense Against the Dark Arts. I will need time after to grade, so you will be reporting back to be the following day to resume detention.”

“Yes, Sir.” You said breathlessly.

“Take the rest of the evening to rest, as I have kept you here late. I will send food to your common room. Goodnight Miss (y/l/n).”

“Thank you, goodnight professor Snape.”

You quickly made your way to the common room. Still unsure what happened, goosebumps still present, and a needy aching below your stomach. As you walked in you saw a delicious looking charcuterie plate, along with a folder. As you opened it you found something truly surprising.

Miss (y/l/n), I have taken study time you surely needed, although you found yourself in this predicament, I feel you shall find this useful. Tell no one - S.S

A study guide. After a few hours of studying the personalized guide and your wandering mind you found yourself quite sleepy. You dozed off thinking of the day, no need to fantasize.

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Be Mine- Professor Lupin x Reader Smut

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You had had a crush on Professor Lupin for the longest time.  Recently you felt as if you two could not take your eyes off each other during class.  You would always catch him looking at you for too long but whenever you met his eyes he would look away.  You knew you were being silly playing it all up in your head but, Valentine’s Day was coming up and you wanted to get him something to see how he would react.  It was a Hogsmeade weekend so you went out with your friends and got the special Valentine’s Day chocolates they had at Honeydukes to give to Professor Lupin.  Your friends kept asking who they were for but you brushed them off saying you just wanted them for yourself.  You were too embarrassed to admit you had a crush on your professor.  

Valentine’s Day rolled around quickly.  You went to defense with the chocolates in your bag.  You spent the entire lecture a bit on edge, nervous about being rejected but your nerves calmed a bit every time you caught him with his eyes fixed on you.  The way he looked at you made your heart race.  At the end of class, everyone began to file out quickly.  You had a free period so your friends did not question why you took your time and left without you.  You nervously shuffled through your bag pretending to look for something while you gained the courage to give him the chocolates.  

“Everything alright, Y/n?”  Professor Lupin watched you fumble with your bag.  The way he said your name made your cheeks grow red.  

“Yes, Sir,” you nodded and looked up at him.  “Today is Valentine’s Day, Professor.”  He let out a chuckle and smiled a bit at you. 

“I know, Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/n.  Got any plans with your friends for later or with someone special?”  His eyes roamed your body but he caught himself and pretended to shuffle through papers on his desk.  He wanted you and the thought of you spending Valentine’s Day with someone made him jealous and he hated that.  He knew how wrong it was for him to fancy his student. 

“Not any yet, there is someone who I am hoping to spend it with.”

“Oh that’s nice,” he smiled a bit but on the inside, he was frustrated and fighting himself to make you his.  

“Well Professor, it’s just that I don’t know if he likes me back, you see how do I go about it without completely embarrassing myself?”

He swallowed hard, “You should just go and ask him, any guy would be lucky to have a girl like you.”  He meant it.  

“You really think so?”  He just nodded in response and looked down.  He could not look at you the way he was, with a burning desire.  You took this as your chance to make your move.  You approached his desk and placed the heart-shaped box filled with chocolates on his desk.  He stared down at them for a minute in disbelief. 

“Y/n?”  He looked up at you and down at the chocolates.

“I hope you like them Professor,” you started.  He did not know what to do.  A part of him wanted to rip your clothes off and make you his right then and there but he knew it was so wrong. 

“Y/n… I am your Professor this is highly inappropriate.”

“Oh…” you felt as if you were kicked in the stomach, “I am so sorry, Sir,” you quickly grabbed your bag to head for the door.  “I just- I would catch you looking at me and I was so dumb to think that it was because you liked me in that way I am so sorry Professor.”  His face softened.  He felt guilty.  You left for the door and hand your hand on the knob ready to turn it but he stopped you. 

“Y/n, wait.”  You turned back to look at him but your eyes welled with tears.  “I do look at you in that way, you are not dumb,” he starts.

“Oh?” you sniffle and walk back to him slowly.  

“But just because I may feel a certain way towards you does not make it okay.  This is wrong, so so wrong.  The glances I make at you, the way I think about you, the way that we are even having this conversation.  All of it is wrong.”

“But Sir,” you walked over to his side of the desk.  “If I really like you and you like me back, how is it wrong, and it is not like anyone would ever know.  It would be totally innocent.”  He stared at you, his eyes already undressing you. 

“The things I want to do to you are not innocent,” he muttered.

“Well then show me, Professor,” you slid your hand down his chest to his belt.  He froze for a second but his need for you took over, you turned him into an animal. 

“Fuck,” he growled and pushed you back by your hips pressing you against the edge of his desk.  He held you in place with his hips, his erection growing against you.  “If you want me to stop darling say so because I will not be going easy on you,” he said into your ear.  Your breath hitched at his dominance; all you could do was nod.  You have been dreaming about this moment.  He leaned down to kiss your neck, resting his hands on your hips to pull you in closer.  Goosebumps prickled over your skin and held him by his belt.  He was not rock hard against you.  You tilted your head back to give him better access.  He kissed wet, sloppy kisses all over your neck.  You began to ache between your thighs.  Your clit was burning and the only thing you could do was squeeze your thighs together for friction.  He bit down on your neck before sucking your skin up through his teeth and rolling his tongue over it leaving a throbbing hickey.  You slipped your hand down to palm him over his trousers.  He let out a deep ungodly groan and pulled off of your neck.  You winced a bit and looked up at him but he wasn’t staring down at you with the usual soft and tender look he usually has when he steals glances at you in class, his eyes were dark and full of lust.  He began tearing your clothes off, he tossed your robe aside and loosened your tie before he undid all your buttons revealing your pink lace bra.  He took a couple of seconds to stare at you, “God you’re beautiful,” he mumbled to himself before slipping his hands under your skirt and pulling your matching panties off.  He threw your panties in an open desk drawer and ran his finger down your slick folds making you whimper.  In one swift movement, he lifted you and placed you on the desk before dropping to his knees and spreading you open in front of him.  You were flushed, being on display for him, a part of you was getting self-conscious as no one had ever seen you like this before, he was studying you, the way your cunt was dripping and throbbing before him.  You nervously held your breath and watched gawked at you.  “What a pretty pussy, Y/n,” he looked up at you.  You just started back at him, you felt dazed.  “How many lucky men got to taste you before my darling?”  His thumb ran circles on your clit making your hips buck but his other hand forced them down.

“No one, Sir,” you choked out, unable to keep a steady breath.

“No one?” he chuckled and cocked a brow, “Lucky me,” he slipped his pointer finger into your cunt and your walls clung to him, throbbing around his finger before he pulled it out making you whine.  “So, so, tight,” he teased, “and how many got to fuck this tight little cunt of yours?”  He asked before sucking your juices off his finger.  

“No one, Sir,” you repeated, your heart pounding in your chest.  You were so worked up you were dripping onto his desk.  

“Oh, baby, I don’t know if you’ll be able to handle my cock,” he cooed and began to undo his trousers, dropping them to the ground along with his boxers, his erection springing free.  God, he was so fucking big.  You swallowed hard at the sight of him, you stared but how could you not?  Maybe he was right, maybe you wouldn’t be able to handle him, but you sure as hell were gonna take all that you could.

“I can take it,” you rushed out in a breath not wanting him to backtrack.  He let out a low teasing chuckle and pumped himself with his tip pressed against your core.  

“So needy,” he teased, “I think I need to stretch you out first my darling.”  He replaced his tip with two fingers and pumped them in and out slowly.

“Oh fuck,” you threw your head back.  You had never been able to pleasure yourself with your own fingers.  He pumped and curled his fingers in and out of you and you stretched around them.  After a couple of minutes, he added a third finger.  You sucked in a sharp breath and tightened around them.  Your clit was throbbing and begging to be touched, you snaked your hand down and began to rub circles on your clit.  The added stimulation made your stomach tighten.

“Oh, darling, look at you, touching yourself,” he pumped his fingers harder and your walls fluttered around him.  

“Oh Professor,” you moaned, ready to cum but in an instant you had lost it.  He had pulled his fingers out and had them in his mouth already making you lose your orgasm.  You stared at him with wide eyes.  

“I want you to cum on my cock, baby, do you think you’re ready to take my cock?” 

“Y-Yes,” you moaned breathlessly.  Your professor lined himself up and slowly pressed his tip into you.  You gasped and winced at the way he stretched you open, “Oh Professor Lupin!”  He slowly buried himself into your cunt.  Your walls were twitching around him.  You felt a mixture of pleasure and pain as he filled you up.  He stayed still for a couple of minutes to give you time to adjust to his length.  You shuffled your hips and looked up at him when you were ready, wanting more.  He smirks down at you and slowly begins to rock his hips into you.  “Merlin!  Oh Professor!  You’re so big!”  

“Fuck, Y/n, I love how you moan for me,” he grunts and grips your hips and begins to pound into you hard but at a slower pace.  You are a moaning mess for him, your body twitching every time he fills you up completely.  Your hips writhe with his.  You felt so overcome with pleasure it was hard for you to remember how much it hurt before.  You were pushing against his thrusts wanting all of him that you could take.  The sound of smacking flesh filled the room.  He kept his eyes glued to you loving the way your face tensed and your eyes fluttered with your moans making you a bit nervous to be under his stare.  “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

“Y-Yes,” you whimpered and nodded.

“Good,” he smirked and pounded into you relentlessly.  The same familiar knot forms in the pit of your stomach.  

“S-So c-clo-ose-e” you choked through a shattered breath. 

“Cum for me darling,” he moans fucking into you mercilessly.

“Oh Professor Lupin!”  You cried out as you came all over his cock.  Your body shaking under his.  You felt your professor’s cock twitch inside you and his hips stutter before he spilled his seed inside you, filling you up.  Your body felt limp and hot and you held yourself up by gripping his shoulders.  He caressed your thighs as you both panted to catch your breath.  He pulled away and you two began to dress yourselves in silence.  You rebuttoned your top and fixed your tie.  When you stood your skirt fell back down but you reached into the desk drawer to grab your panties.  

“What do you think you are doing?”  Professor Lupin's voice stung out from the broken silence.      

“What?”  You worried and snapped your head to see him.

“You cannot have those back, those are mine now, you are mine now.”  Your heart did a flip and you could only nod. 

“I’d love to be yours, Professor,” you blushed and pulled your skirt down lower to account for your lack of panties.

“Good,” he smirked.  “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/n/”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Professor,”

[writing-in-the-impala]

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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