Marauders Smut

Remus Lupin

Content : public sex, teasing, edging, oral sex, breeding

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"Hey, darling."

I turned, spotting Remus Lupin strolling towards me. Thankfully, he was without his little entourage (which was a rare sight).

"Hi," I returned. I was sat on one of the library window seats, my knees pulled to my chest and a book resting on my thighs. This was my favourite spot in the whole castle. I got the quiet that came with the library and the sights that came with overlooking the Quidditch field and, in the distance, the Black Lake.

Remus and I had been dating all of six months, a time long enough for all the beginning-of-relationship arguments to have passed. We had a fair few of those, though somehow - considering how stubborn we both were - we made it through the initial turmoil, which I did have concerns about at first.

He leant down, pressing a light kiss to my forehead. I tilted my head up, hoping to catch his lips with my own. He chuckled, resting his hand on my neck while pressing his lips to mine, still soft and delicate.

He pulled away before I could steal another one, which I was not happy about: I could kiss him for eternity, and I would if given the chance.

"Can I have your assistance looking for a book?" he questioned.

He seriously disrupted my kisses for this.

I went to roll my eyes before remembering, as Ms. Pince's helper, I was obligated to help any 'student in need'. Unfortunately for me since I'd rather help him in other ways.

I groaned. "I wish I could say no." He chuckled. Nevertheless, I stood and slowly made my way towards the shelves.

Remus caught up with me - which wasn't hard since he's practically a giant with long-ass legs - and slipped his hand into mine.

"Winogrand's Water Plants by Selina Sap-something...I can't remember her last name," he specified.

"Sapworthy," I spoke, leading him down one of the aisles where I knew her books were kept.

I ran my index finger along the book spines after releasing his hand. My eyes had just drifted across the title when I felt a body press against my back. From my place on my tiptoes and stretching to reach, I could feel every contour of Remus' body.

I tilted my head slightly, only seeing the edge of his face, trying to see what he was doing. His hand was on my waist, one reaching up to rest against the shelf above my head. "Thanks for the help, darling."

I hummed quietly in acknowledgment, not sure if he wanted me to grab the book or was fine from here by himself. He, instead, didn't seem all too interested in the book - something I should've predicted, yet didn't.

His one hand, which rested on my waist, slid downwards, tracing circles on my hip.

"Rem, what are you doing?" I whispered, feeling as though raising my voice anymore would draw attention to us and the predicament I was in.

"Thanks for your help." He pressed a kiss against my neck, and I fought to keep the moan from slipping out at the gesture.

If we weren't in public, our clothes would most likely be discarded already. However, we were. Unfortunately.

"Not here; we could get caught."

His teeth dragged across my neck, and I couldn't stop the laboured breath that left me. "How exciting," he mumbled, and I unconsciously pushed my hips back into his when he smirked against my neck.

His grip on my hip tightened, having stopped in its movements. His lips had fastened themselves onto my neck, sucking and applying the perfect amount of pressure before using his tongue to cause me to press my thighs together.