lupinsbaby:

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.”