requested by anon: yooooooooooooo some smutty professor!lupin x student!reader smut please? maybe he dismisses a whole lesson because you were teasing him by (jokingly) flirting with a boy in class??? tysm!!
A/N: requests are still open! please keep them coming (:
warning: smutty smut smut, age gap relationship, Lolita complex, (wrap before you tap guys)
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His lips puckered around the end of his pencil, teeth slightly grazing the edges as he studied his class; silent. Quills scratched against dry parchment and wind whistled gently against windows, sounds that made his heart flutter with delight.
Sitting three rows from the front and two seats to the left with a lollipop sitting firmly between your teeth, you looked like heaven in a classroom. He knew you were off limits, he was way too old and you were so young. So young, yet so beautiful.
Remus treasured the days he spent with you, simply because you were his favourite thing to think about, to dream about. To fantasise about. You were his girl, but only in his dreams. What had failed to escape both your lips kept hidden fantasies hushed in fear that you’d get caught. He didn’t know you wished for him too.
On this day you looked like a real dream. Your hair was fluffy and natural, curling slightly at the tips. Your eyelashes were thick and long- fluttering whenever you blinked. But the best thing was that your lips looked so pink and smooth, he wanted to know what his cock felt like in between them.
Currently you were struggling with a topic Remus had set for the class, and he was oblivious to your silent confusion. Your quill had hovered above the parchment for a few minutes whilst you thought, but when nothing came to your mind, you simply gave up writing.
Your writing partner for the lesson, Neville, was having trouble too. Neville usually had trouble with some subjects and you two normally were sat next to each other, and being close friends was a bonus.
Remus noticed your wicked smile as Neville’s heart began to race, your fingers lazily laying on top of his thigh. “Nev,” you mewled, chewing on your bottom lip. “I’m struggling.”
“M-mhm?” He stuttered, his cheeks flushing scarlet, his body flushing with heat.
“Yeah,” you said, giggling. “Do you even get this?”
Remus watched you both in agony, jealous of how easily you teased Neville’s emotions, wanting you for himself. Of course he’d give you a detention for you distracting fellow pupils, but he wanted to watch this scene unfold.
Neville was sweating. A thin layer of sweat was dampening his collar, and he struggled to breath properly. Your fingers now danced around the zip on his trousers, and you noticed the large bulge in his crotch. “I don’t think I g-get it either,” he agreed.
Remus held his breath as you flicked Neville’s zip, looking straight at him. Your eyes held a strong gaze with the Professor, a bright smile playing on your face. “Y/N… I think we should stop,” Neville whispered in your ear, his hot breath tickling the side of your face.
“Ok,” you nodded, gripping his crotch tightly. Neville audibly moaned, trying to cover it up with a cough. Remus gasped, standing up and slamming his hand onto the desk.
His eyes darted past all the students confused faces to yours; wicked. “Unfortunately there has been a slight change in events. You can all finish this for homework, I’d like you all to leave.”
You stood up, accomplishment adorning your features as you stuffed your belongings in your bag, Neville already rushing out of the door to his common room. You stayed behind, dragging your feet slowly across the classroom.
“Y/N,” he called out.
You smirked. “Yes, professor?”
The sound of his footsteps became louder as he stood behind you, grabbing your waist with both hands. His strong fingers dipped into your skin, probably bruising them purple already. “Mmm,” you moaned, leaning your head back against his broad chest.
“You’ve been a bad girl. You know that?” He breathed heavily, watching you close your heavy eyes.
Remus loved watching you, from early in the morning when you’d just woken up, to late at night when you’d sneak into the kitchens for food. He had no idea where this sudden burst of confidence came from, but he was enjoying it.
“I have?” You questioned, turning around in his grip to face him. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes slightly bloodshot and his mousy hair tousled. He looked like a real man to you.
“You have,” he replied, lifting you up onto a desk. Your legs involuntarily opened, your short skirt lifting slightly to expose your already naked heat to him.
“Naughty, naughty girl,” he tutted, undoing his brown patchwork tie. “No underwear? You’re fearless.”
“O-Only for you,” you gasped as he reached forward to circle a finger on your clit, awakening the nerves in your small bundle of muscle. His other hand was busy with throwing his tie to the side and unbuttoning his shirt, which you helped him with.
Remus slid one finger inside you, his thumb coming up to rub lines up and down your clit as you tugged his shirt off, gripping onto his arms. His muscles tensed as he worked, a second finger added to try and locate your g-spot, which he did almost instantly.
This resulted in a long, drawn out whimper from you, your legs shaking in pleasure. “Could your little toy do this?” he growled, biting your neck gently. “Could Neville fuck you with his fingers like I am?”
You couldn’t answer in words, only moans and groans seemed to fall from your plump lips. “N-No,” you gasped, him stroking your g-spot rapidly.
Your legs wrapped around his waist and his fingers pumped in and out of you at such a fast pace, you were sure you could pass out. Your orgasm washed over you like the tide, a wave of pleasure blinding your senses so all you could hear was white noise, all you could see was black.
He brought you back to reality with a soft kiss to your lips, a small smile on your face as he stood in between your legs to cover you. “I think I should tease Neville more often,” you laughed.
He growled, grabbing your jaw roughly. “I fucking dare you.”
You grinned even though your face was contorted by his grip, thick lashes covering your innocent eyes as you giggled. “Oh I’m glad I got your permission, Sir.”
A commission for @sinningpunk about their slime OC named Plur who is far too sweet for words. I hope you guys enjoy!
He’s pouting again. He says he’s not but he one hundred percent totally is. As soon as you woke up that morning he had been all over you. One of his constant moods. You should be used to it. His affection and his pouting, but he still has a way of affecting you and making you melt. Well, technically he’s the one who melts, but that isn’t the point.
Ever since you got Plur, you’re not sure who has who under their thumb. While yes, it seems in most situations you have the absolute control, you sometimes feel like the sneak manipulated the entire situation to his favor. That’s just him though, so sweet and innocent you have to believe there is some sliver of evil in him.
A commission for @heavens-light-hells-fire and another changes for me to build my Rakshasa court!
Originally, you had been hired on as a tutor for the twins of King Amit. Soon though, your position grew. King Amit then hired you to take care of the royal library. You still taught the boys, but since they were still very young the lessons were short. The rest of your day, you tended to the ever growing library the king was building. New books were delivered daily and it was your responsibility to take care of them.
It’s been no secret that those in the castle considering your position a joke. The library had only been a recent development in the palace. It was also a rare one. King Amit had taken the throne and made some drastic changes to the Rakshasa court, leaning more towards education rather than the usual war and strength that previous rulers had pushed towards. Some in the castle blamed the king’s bride for the changes. As such, your position on the king’s staff was mocked and derided. No one really paid you much attention when they weren’t trying to make a joke at your expense.
A thin sheet covered your naked bodies, your arm draped across his warm chest, his hand lazily pulling his fingers up your spine, opposite thumb gently rubbing your wrist
Your legs were entwined together
It was silent except for the sound of his breathing and his erratic heartbeat
When he felt you moving, he pressed his lips into your hair and hugged you tightly to his body, unwilling to let you go just yet
Laying in that comfortable haven for what seemed like hours, completely immersed in each other.
Finally meeting his eyes
There was something different about them now – something softer
His swollen lips are permanently etched into a small, gracious smile
Your eyes drift to his neck, which is spotted with light purple lovebites
“Morning.”
You weren’t even aware you could fall in love with the way someone said such a simple word, but you did
Fell in love with the thickness of his voice, the way reverberated in his chest and filled the quiet room
Whining while you stretched because everything was so so sore
This caused him to chuckle and pull you into him again
Which pulled your attention to his southern region (which was standing at full attention under the creamy white sheet)
Straddling his hips and pressing your swollen, abused lips against his hungrily
Spending another solid two hours rolling around in the bed, sounds ranging from quiet giggles and soft moans to mild screaming and cries, loud grunts and hard skin on skin contact.
Sweets leaving you breathless in the middle of his bed; moments later you hear him shuffling around in the kitchen for pots and pans
After a few minutes, the smell of bacon filled the tiny trailer and pulled you from the warmth of the sheets
Pulling his flannel on and raking your fingers through your knotted hair
Seeing him standing in front of the stove (bravely) cooking shirtless with his arms folded across his chest, tongs in hand to flip the bacon periodically
Sitting together to eat in comfortable silence, rubbing your leg against his under the table, laughing at his hair (sticking up a thousand different positions)
“So last night was ..” “Pretty fucking incredible? Yeah.”
Pansexual Monster Girl 