Seeker (Harry Potter Characters X Reader)

Remus Lupin *

Requested by: djfifxj
(Tbh, I got this username wrong like six times)
This is pretty...mature.
I hope the request is to your liking, it was hard to write a fight with someone as adorkable as Remus.

I hear the portrait door slam, and I watch as Remus angrily stalks up to his dorm room. I glance at my friend Lily, over our books. We are lying on the couch in the Common Room, reading over our Charms work. Lily's eyebrows are raised at Remus slamming the portrait door, and we can hear the Fat Lady complaining outside of the Common Room about the disrespect.

"Go find out what that was about," Lily said, looking at me. I sigh, and get off of the couch, and head for the stairs. I pass by Sirius on my way up.

"Oh thank God Y/n! Better you than me talking to him, cause he'd still punch me in the face, but you...he likes your face too much to punch it," Sirius said, rushing past me. I gulp.

"Try talking some sense into your man!" Sirius calls from the bottom of the stairs.

I walk down the hall to the Marauder's dorm, and see Peter scuttle past me. Oh, I would love to push him down the stairs, he's one of those people that are suspicious, but you never have any basis for your mistrust of them. It's so frustrating.

I turn the corner to see James fleeing the room, tripping over himself to get out. "That bad huh?" I ask as he brushes past me. "You have no idea," James says, brushing a hand over his jaw.

I reach the door and knock. "Rem? It's me. Can I come in?" I murmur through the door. Remus yanks the door open suddenly. "What did they tell you?" He growls, and I lower my eyes.

"Nothing," I reply. "What happened?" I looked up at him. He sighs, and pulls me into the room. I stand by the door, and he sits down.

"I smashed Lucius' face into a wall," Remus said. I gasped. One thing I knew from years of knowing Remus, is that he's a very gentle person, and he sometimes gets a bit aggressive a day or so before the full moon.

"Why?" I ask, folding my arms.

"Well, he was being an annoying prick," he said, pursing his lips.

"So nothing our of the usual?"  I asked, also pursing my lips.

"I-I couldn't help it. It's one of those times Y/n," he said, looking up at me.

"Just a random question. How come, you can control your transformation signs around me, but everyone else always has to get the butt end of the deal?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. Remus looks stunned.

"I- what?" He blinks a few times, looking baffled.

"You smashed Lucius's face into a wall, slammed the Fat Lady's portrait so hard that the frame broke, scared the living hell out of your room mates and punched James. And here you are, sitting like nothing ever happened," I say, getting slightly annoyed.

"Well, I don't know! I don't know why it happens! Wait-are you accusing me of doing this for no reason and then blaming it on my transformations?" He asks, rising to his feet.

"Well, it is what it looks like," I reply hotly. He furrows his eyebrows.

"So, you think I'm lying because I haven't done anything to you?" He asks in disbelief.

"Kind of, yeah," I say, licking my lips.

Remus shakes his head. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"Excuse me?" I sass, offended by what he said.

"Do you want to know why I never ever lay a finger on you? Cause it would hurt me, and it too much. Neither of us can handle seeing you in pain. Because both of us love you. And I only hit James on accident. I aimed for the wall, but he stepped to stop the blow. I tried to apologize, but he ran out before I could. As for scaring them, I don't know what I could have done to fix that. But Lucious just plain deserved it," Remus said, turning to the window.

"So the wolf craves violence?" I ask.

"Well, kind of. It's like trying to claw its way out, and the only way to get it to stop hurting is to get an outlet," Remus explained.

"Well..." I said, unclamping my robe. "I might have an idea for a better outlet for you."

Remus was still staring out of the window. "Yeah? What might that be? Yoga?"

I took off my tie, and rolled my eyes. "No Remus," I say, starting to unbutton my shirt.

"Boxing? Journaling? Oh I know! It's painting, isn't it?" He asked, spinning around.

His eyes widened when he saw my half unbuttoned shirt. He raised an eyebrow. "Is this your idea of an outlet?" He asked with a smirk.

I smiled, and continued to unbutton my shirt, his eyes following my movement. "Well, unless you don't wanna try..." I drawl, and Remus walks over to me. "Oh believe me, I want to," he said, taking over the unbuttoning from me. I glance down and see the tent in his pants, and smirk to myself. I haven't even done anything yet.

Pushing my shirt off of my shoulders, his hands trace my torso, finally resting on my waist. I pull him down by the neck and kiss him hard. His nails dig into my sides, and my hands dig into his hair. He groans when I tug slightly at his hair.

He pulls me flush against him, and undressed me fully while still kissing me. He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his body, and he pushes me onto his bed.

I smile up at him when he breaks the kiss and takes off his tie. He binds my wrists together pushing them  above my head, as he starts to pull off his clothes. I bite my lip at the sight of his scarred and toned chest.

He smirks and kisses down my neck and chest, leaving marks all the way down. My eyes roll to the back of my head at the feeling when he rakes his teeth over my gently.

Wrapping an arm around my waist, he pushed into me, and I sigh at the feeling. He buries his face in my neck and let's out a soft whimper at the feeling.

Quickening his pace, he moves his hand that was holding my waist down to my hip to hold me still. His other hand wraps around my throat and he squeezes gently.

"Harder," I wheeze, not specifying what needs to be harder. Much to my delight, he picks up speed and strength in his thrusts, and squeezes my throat tighter. He does it just right so that I can still breathe, but the blood flow is slightly cut off.

We tangle and merge. Love and let go. No one will ever know him like I do, and I relish the thought. I've touched every inch of skin, I've explored every part of his being.

Coming down from our highs, I gaze into is eyes. "I love you Rem," I say. He kisses my forehead. "I love you more." I smile. "Not possible."

"It is, because I love you most," he says with a soft smile. I can tell he's back to normal. "I'm guessing it worked," I say with a laugh.

"Oh yeah, it definitely did," he replies, grinning.

Sorry this took so long ya'lls. My teachers are giving us unnecessary amounts of work, and I had a number of assignments to submit. Sorry for keeping you guys waiting. Thanks for all the love for the book ❤️