🌙 REMUS LUPIN X READER ONESHOTS

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Minutes had faded into hours; when Remus retracted his lips from yours, you knew it was due time for the fadeout. Like any forest fire, the heat between you two went from a mountain to a murmur eventually, always per your request. Not that Remus’ tongue sliding underneath yours on some kind of mission to outdo God wasn’t good enough, or you didn’t crave the suppleness of his palm in the innermost part of your thighs. It was quite the opposite, really. Your entire body undulated under his calculated touches so vigorously you swore you were built to be broken down by his fingertips. But when the question arose, the question of more and continuing and what was next, everything went still. You’d cover up your embarrassment with apologies, to which Remus would react by covering your blush with kisses. “I’ll wait for you,” he’d whisper, as if you weren’t surrounded by silence. But he always whispered in these instances, worried about breaking the delicate thing that is tenderness. He whispered as often as he promised, “I’ll always wait for you.” And he did. Wordlessly.

And thus the normal routine was ending, the crescendo long past, and he was placing a kiss to your forehead to say goodnight in a way only you understood. Usually your body had settled by now, the storm cleared. But as Remus pulled away a gloriously unusual demand parted from your lips.

“Stay.”

Remus’ hands had just started to slide from yours, his back turning in its typical reluctance to leave now, of all times. It was a picture you had grown to know so well, him departing in the most selfless way. But then you spoke. And, thus, the way he turned on his heel so fast he almost spiralled to the floor, the way his face was pale with shock but eyes wide with wonder, the way you could tell he was waging war with a shit-eating grin trying to form on his lips, all created a brand-new picture was a million times more precious. Your soul sang as your mouth smiled.

“Are you sure? Completely?” he asked with a head tilted downwards and a heart on his sleeve. Though you had never gone through with the act of sex, no amount of personal inexperience could blind you to how badly Remus wanted you to answer ‘yes.’

And you did. Because no amount of personal inexperience could blind you to how badly you wanted to continue to the what’s next. The fire that was usually burnt to ashes never ceased burning this time and you had to, needed to, know about all the other what else’s everyone has always talked about.

“Fuck,” Remus breathed. “Okay. Okay.” His eyes glossed over with traces of millions of thoughts, mumbling reassurances to himself before cutting the words off with your lips. All too soon, he retracted.

“You haven’t done this before,” he noted. Remus breathed deeply at this realization, ungracefully finding his way onto his knees so he was no longer pushing his crotch into yours, spreading your legs all the while. Once again, he was controlling himself. Resisting temptation. There was so much silence as he thought of what to do or say next, it begged of you to ask something to break it as quickly as possible. Or maybe, there was a desperate tug of your heart, wondering if the same statement Remus said about you could be applied to him.

The question came out on an impulse. “And you?”

Remus frowned, a line etching itself into his forehead messy with uneven strands of golden brown hair. “No. No, it’s not my first time.” He exhaled deeply after the admission, visibly afraid to be looking at you but still never ceasing to.

“Oh.”

You could feel your legs begin to close together slowly by the power of some subconscious force, your face falling on its side in order to not have to look directly at Remus under the same influence.n “Wait,” he pleaded, grabbing your kneecaps with one hand each. The feeling of his warm skin touching you, as opposed to the chilled midnight air, demanded your attention be regained. “You don’t have to do this. Please know that. And if you want to go have your first time with someone else who hasn’t had theirs, I understand completely. I just want to say that, no matter how many times I’ve had sex, even if it were a million times,”–you cocked your eyebrow at him– “It’s an exaggeration! But even if that was true, it wouldn’t matter. Because I love you. And, uh, this will, in a way, be my first time, too, since I wasn’t in love with who I lost my virginity to. Not even a little bit. So, lucky for you… ”