🌙 REMUS LUPIN X READER ONESHOTS

Shrieking Shack???

 
Remus kissed along your cheek. He was seated behind you, your back resting against his chest. You sighed happily as his hands ran up and down your sides. It wasn't often you and Remus found alone time; his roommates usually ended up barging in (as was about to be the case).

"I'm just saying, it wasn't my fault!" Sirius claimed as he, James, and Peter barged through the door. 

"Nothing's ever your fault, Sirius." James reminded. 

"It's part of my charm!" Sirius winked. "Oi, get a room, you two." 

"We had one," Remus replied, irritation lacing each word. "I thought you were supposed to be in detention."

Peter shrugged, "McGonagall let us out early."

"Right, well we're leaving," Remus decided as he hopped off the bed, pulling you along with him. "Can we borrow the cloak?"

"Sure," James said, grabbing it from his trunk and passing it to his friend. 

"Where are you going?" asked Sirius. 

"None of your business," Remus answered hurriedly as he dragged you through the door, down the stairs, and ultimately through the portrait hole. 

"Get under," Remus tossed the cloak over your head. 

"Where are we going?" you questioned as he started ushering you two through the corridor. 

"It'll be worth it, I promise."

Trusting him, you followed along as he led you through one of the Marauders secret passages and into the night. The bright moon illuminated your path as you wound your way across the school grounds. 

As you reached the Whomping Willow, you began to suspect where it was he was taking you. You knew all about Remus' safe space for his transformations.

Remus grabbed a long stick and tapped the knot at its base which revealed the passageway to the Shrieking Shack. Remus pulled the cloak off the two of you as you wandered through the tunnel, eventually reaching the shack. 

Reaching a hand out to take yours, he smiled at you. "Sorry, was getting a little crowded back there for my taste."

You nodded your head slightly in agreement as you returned his charming smile. 

Remus led you through the shack and up the stairs. You arrived at a modest bedroom. A somewhat shabby (but still generally clean) bed stood in the middle. Remus guided you to it and sat you both down. 

"Now, where were we?" he asked, his voice surprisingly seductive. 

You giggled as he laid you back against the pillows. 

Remus lowered himself to his forearms as he hovered over you, placing kisses along your neck and up to your jaw, eventually reaching your lips.

You reached for the hem of his shirt, which he gladly removed when he realized what you wanted. 

"Your turn," he challenged as he sat up on his knees to give you room. 

After slipping out of your shirt, you tossed it to the ground as Remus pushed you back into the pillows. 

"Gorgeous," he murmured, forehead resting against yours. 

He kissed down your neck once again and nipped at your collar bones. His lips seemed to have some magnetic connection to your sweet spot as he immediately grazed it. 

He gave you a questioning look as a hand reached behind you to find your bra strap. You nodded eagerly as he unhooked it and threw it onto the floor. 

"Remus, faster," you hummed as he reached a hand down to the buttons on your jeans.