Just Say the Word (Young Remus Lupin x reader-- SMUT)
A/N: OKAY so this is one of the first few times that i’ve attempted smut and i’m low key proud of it (??) like the ending got a little muddled but i love this idea sm ahhhhhh
word count: 1357
warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, swearing
It’s the day after the full moon. Your boyfriend, Remus, hasn’t been to any of his classes today and you can’t say you’re surprised. It kills you, though. You’re always nervous the day after. You can’t pay attention to anything. All you can think of is rushing to the hospital wing after potions to see him.
The bell rings and you’re the first one out the door. You’re running as fast as you can manage in the now crowded corridors. You get to the infirmary and look all around, asking Madam Pomfrey if she’d seen Remus today. She had and she sent him back up to his dorm an hour before. You nod and thank her. Now, all you have to do is get back to the Gryffindor common room.
You climb the stairs to the boys’ dorms. You come to his door and exhale. It creaks as you open it, causing him to look up. “Y/N, hey.” He says sleepily. He sounds awful.
You sit on the edge of his bed and look down at him with a sad smile. “Hi.” You examine his face carefully, tilting it toward you. He has a black eye, and a scratch on his collarbone. You just barely trace your fingers over it, frowning. He lets out a quiet hiss. You retract your hand quickly. “Sorry! I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head slightly. “No, no. It’s okay. Just- hurts.” He huffs, reaching to intwine his fingers with your own.
“What did Pomfrey say?” You ask, softly brushing hair out of his face.
“I’ll be fine.” He assures you. “Gonna take a few days till I’m 100 percent, but I’m fine.” He tries to sit up, but ends up whimpering and grabbing his torso. “Really.”
You sigh. “Okay. Shirt off.” You stand up and help him lift his tee over his head. You gasp. His torso is littered with bruises and scrapes. “Oh my God, Remus!”
He bites his lip, wincing. “It’s not as bad as it looks. I p-promise.”
“Shush.” You press your finger to his lips, pushing him flat on his back, before kneeling up on his bed and straddling him. “This okay?”
“Mm.” He grins down at you, sitting lightly on his pelvis. “What’re you doing down there, sweetheart?” He reaches a hand up to cup your cheek. You place your hand on top of his and lean into it.
“I just..” Your eyes close. “I don’t want you to hurt anymore.” You lean down, placing cautious, barely-there kisses on each and every scratch, scar, and purple mark on his chest. “Close your eyes, now.” You coo, sitting up slightly to look at his face.
“Y/N-” He tries to protest.
“Close them.” You give him a bit of a look and he obeys. You carefully press your lips to his bruised eye and all the space around it, before laying one last peck on his nose. “What are we gonna do with you?” You giggle. He opens his eyes. You can taste his breath. He adjusts himself slightly to close the space between your mouths. The longer it goes on, the more intense it gets. Your tongues sloppily connecting and exploring each other’s mouths. A “mouth battle,” as Sirius and James would call it.
Then, you feel it. He’s gotten a bit too excited. You blush and laugh against his lips. “I’m sorry.” He mutters, chuckling as well.
You shake your head. “No, it’s my fault.” You sit up and are about to move off of him when he pulls you back down. He has that look in his big brown eyes, the one he always has when you two were about to get intimate. “Wha- Remus, no. No, you’re hurt. As much as I’d love to-”
“Please, Y/N. Just to distract me from the pain.” He whines.
“Rem, don’t do this.” You frown. “I don’t wanna risk hurting you more.”
He’s determined, though. “Please.” He grabs your hand. You don’t budge. “Please.” He can tell you’re starting to give in as he kisses your knuckles. “Please.” Goddamn it.
“Okay, okay.” You sigh in defeat. He sits up, beaming, ready to trade positions with you when you gently place a hand to his chest, pushing him back down. “Mm-mm. You aren’t moving. M'gonna take care of you, yeah?” You assure him softly. You’re actually incredibly nervous to do this. Your biggest concern is causing him more pain than he’s already in.
You slip off your shirt and toss it haphazardly on the floor, your pants along with it. You look to him. You can tell he senses your uneasiness. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I just- I love you and I want you.. And I know that you’d make me feel a lot better. We don’t have to, though.”
“I want to. I’m just afraid that-” You cut yourself off. “Listen, if something goes wrong, hurts you, you have to tell me.”
He nods, his eyes gazing up and down your body as you unclasp your bra. “Stop staring, Moony.” You giggle.
“Sorry.” He smiles. “You’re just- you’re so beautiful.”
You shake your head, trying not to blush. “Okay. Okay.” Your hands are shaking as you slide down his body, removing his sweatpants and boxers in one slow, trembling movement.
“S'alright, love.” Remus watches you and how fidgety you are. “It’s only me.” He reaches for you and you give him your hand.
You take a deep breath. “Yeah. Yeah.” You scoot back up so you’re on his hips. You let him tug at the hem of your panties, before you pull them down completely. You lower yourself onto him, quite slowly. A little more than halfway down, you hear him let out a whimper. “Rem?!” You stop your movements immediately. Your eyes are now fixated on his face, instead of your own thighs. His eyes are closed and his fingers are tangled in his bedsheets.
“No- no. I- it’s fine. You’re just- so- this is good.” He finally manages the words. “Mm.. S'good.” You feel yourself get more excited as you slide down the rest of his length. God, he felt good inside you. You let out a quiet moan. His hands make their way to your hips as you buck them forward gently. “God, Y/N.” His breath hitches as you make your way back up him, your anxieties now having slipped your mind.
After a few go arounds, you feel him thrust into you. You gasp. It felt damn good, but you didn’t want him moving. “Hey, easy.” You lay a hand on his chest, while the other finds his own, still resting on your hip. “Easy.. If you want something, just say the word, babe. Use your words.” You lean down and kiss him roughly.
“Faster.” He murmurs against your lips.
You smirk. “S'all you had to say, love.” And with that, you sit up, quickening your pace.
“Y/N- sweetheart- fuck!” He groans.
The knots in your stomach tighten at his words. “Remus- I-” You grasp for his hands and close your eyes, wanting to let go, so badly. “I can’t.”
“Go on. Go on, I’ve got you. F- fuck.” He spits the words out as quickly as he can. He takes one hand off your waist and brings it to your clit, stroking it vigorously, helping you along. The new sensation sends you over the edge with a shriek of his name. The pure ecstasy has you squeezing his hand and trying to find something else to hold onto. “That’s it, angel- Oh my- Mm- Babe- I-” He’s at a loss for words. You feel him finish. You lean down and bury your face in the crook of his neck. He kisses the top of your head. You’re both panting. “Thank you.” He sighs. You nod in response.
You climb off of him after a minute or two and just lie next to him. You pull a blanket up over the two of you and snuggle into him, careful not to get too clingy. He turns on his side to face you, wincing slightly. “New monthly tradition?” He kisses your nose.
You chuckle, “I’ll think about it.”