marauders smuts/imagines

the third night - !teacher!remusxreader

summary: Remus is infatuated with his flirty student and he can't help acting on his feelings.

tw: smut (+18), slight innocence kink, curse words, (legal) age gap, maybe some grammar mistakes...? (english is not my first language).

word count: 6.5k

Tonight, it will be the third night. The third night that she would come around my office with the excuse of wanting a book recommendation or finishing an optional essay about muggle magic. There is no sure way of knowing that she will come around, just my interpretation of her subtle actions.

The day before the first night, she let her hair down; something unusual in her. Anyone that would look at her like I do, would have easily noticed that she hated having hair in her face while taking notes. If they'd look close enough, they could also notice the little pout and frowned eyebrows she paints in her beautiful face when she doesn't understand something of the lecture. Probably more than one horny teenager in the classroom could notice that. She's the center of it all without noticing it. They could never notice the mole in her lips though. Only someone so infatuated with her could notice something as subtle as that; someone like me. She is also a star pupil, my star pupil. Which is why I wasn't that surprised to see her in my office asking for a daunting and dark novel to read before bedtime. What took me by surprise was the hour she came by.

At 10 o'clock sharp she opened the door of my office without knocking and poked her head into the room letting the hair fall on her shoulders. She was still wearing her uniform and with a smile asked me if she could come in. I could never say no to her, and I didn't. Those big green eyes never looked in my direction while she asked me for a book from my muggle collection, they were too busy examining every little detail of my dim office, staring curiously at my old record player. I got up and walked towards my bookshelf. She just stayed there quiet fiddling with the ends of her skirt; this time, paying close attention to my movements. I hesitated on approaching her and laying in her delicate hands my used edition of Frankenstein, but, at the end, I decided it was more professional to leave it on my desk for her to grab. She impatiently reached for the book before my calloused hand left it on the piece of furniture and knowingly grazed my fingers with hers. I could feel my heart drop to my stomach. I looked at her eyes and faked an amicable smile, like I wasn't in need of air. She was flushed looking at the scars in my face while withdrawing her hand slowly. Her school blouse was slightly loose and for a fraction of second I could delight my sight with the way a delicate white brassiere cupped her small breasts. I removed my line of sight as quickly as I could, to try and not scare her off. She looked at my eyes and with nothing more than a shy smile and a muffled 'thanks' she left my headquarters. Closing my eyes in frustration, I moved one hand to rest on the bulge in my pants trying to alleviate my desire with the thought of her pinching her nipples over the brassiere.

Four days after, she wore makeup to class. A pinkish shine covered her lips resembling honey and the long eyelashes were darkened with some paint. That day, being the lecture specially challenging for the 7th year students, she bit her lip in confusion when I introduced a new term leaving my mouth dry. The sun was violently trespassing the windows leaving the classroom damp and hot. In the practice bit of the lesson, she raised her hand so I would approach and help her. Cleaning off the sweat accumulated on my moustache with my hand I walked slowly towards her table; her essence invaded me when I crouched down to level her angelic face. It was difficult to maintain concentrated on the question since some of her makeup was smudged on the edges of her eyes. My mind couldn't help but picture her below me with the same sweaty face, ruined mascara, and worried frown; just not asking any silly question, simply moaning. I shook my head slightly before hardly answering her doubt about the practice. After a moment of silence, she nodded understandingly and gifted me a smirk before turning her attention to the piece of paper in her desk.