Tired- Remus Lupin Imagine
Summary: A little bit of sleepy Remus almost-smut, set just after the marauder’s time at Hogwarts.
Warning: almost-smut of questionable quality
A/N: I started this with every intention of going all the way, but I’ve been working on this for 5+ months, so I have admit defeat.
Remus had rolled out of bed early that morning, having to get ready to go to work. You knew he didn’t enjoy working long shifts at the Three Broomsticks, but unfortunately the two of you needed the money.
You, however had a rare day off. Apart from planning to drop into the Order headquarters to see if anything needed doing later on, you had the day free to spend how you wished. You were just building up the motivation to follow your boyfriend out of the bedroom and see if he wanted breakfast, but he returned with his hair fixed and his work clothes on. He leaned over you and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, murmuring a quick “get some more rest, love.” before he was out the door and on his way. You sighed, hoping for his sake that the day wouldn’t be too hard on him. Before you could think of anything else, your eyelids drooped and you were asleep again.
Once you had woken up for good, it was half past nine in the morning. You got ready for the day and tidied up the flat a bit before you apparated to the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, but there wasn’t anything for you to do. With no other choices, you apparated back to yours and Remus’ flat to keep house.
You heard Remus’ key in the door at around 5 in the evening, prompting you to drop the spoon you were stirring dinner with and rush down the hallway to greet him, waving your wand over your shoulder to turn down the heat on the stove as an afterthought. He was in the process of slowly removing his coat once you reached him. He gave you a tired smile, allowing you to peck his cheek and take his coat to the bedroom for him.
When you returned, you found him sitting in the armchair with his head tilted back against it. You coo sympathetically and kiss his forehead.
“Do you want some tea?” you offered, hating how worn out he was.
“Mmm, that sounds amazing”
You hurried off to put the kettle on to boil, and checked to make sure dinner wasn’t burning before going back to Remus. Once he saw you he stretched his arms out for a hug, which you gladly gave him, sitting on his lap and wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. He sniffed the air curiously.
“You making dinner?” he murmured, softly stroking his fingers up and down your thigh. You nodded, earning a grateful groan and a kiss on the corner of your mouth from him. You combed your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck, smiling at him.
“What did I do to deserve you?” he mumbles, brushing his thumb over your jaw. You laugh and bite your lip at his cheesy remark.
You readjusted yourself so you were straddling him, his hands immediately moving to your hips, squeezing gently and shooting you a lazy smile. You undid the top two buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves in an effort to make him more comfortable. He grinned appreciatively and leaned up to press a slow kiss to your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. You coax his mouth open with your own, moving your hands to caress his jaw. He traced his tongue across your bottom lip, his movements slow and lazy. Suddenly, Remus leaned back against the armchair, making you tip forward with a small yelp. He huffs out a laugh and leaves a trail of kisses down your neck as a form of an apology. You slowly unbutton more of his shirt, taking time to softly run your fingertips over his scarred skin. He follows your lead and slides your skirt further up your thighs, letting his hands rest on your bum, squeezing gently. He presses a warm, open-mouthed kiss to your collarbone, making your breath hitch. You slide your hands back up his chest and push his now unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders, before placing a trail of kisses leading from his jaw down to his chest. Remus moves his hands off your bum to slowly push your top further up your back. You lean back onto his thighs and pull your top over your head, dropping it onto the floor. You hear him murmur a soft “beautiful” before he dips his head down to press more open-mouthed kisses to your now exposed chest. He reaches around you and unclasps your bra, letting it fall to the ground, before continuing kissing down your sternum. You shuffle forward so you are closer to him and feel his growing length against your thigh. Remus trails his fingers over your body until he reaches your thighs, before sliding his hands back up and under your skirt. You inhale sharply when you feel his index finger rub against your clothed clit.
“You’re so pretty, Y/N.” He says softly,moving your panties aside and dipping his finger into you before returning to your clit.
“You’re not too bad yourself, Remus” You say breathily, tipping your head back slightly and closing your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his fingers against your clit and is tongue against your breasts. He moves one hand around to your back, unzipping your skirt and letting it slip down your legs before you kick it of the rest of the way. You return to straddling him, slowly unbuckling his belt, biting down on your lip. He smiles before pulling you into a slow and passionate kiss. You push his pants down as far as you can and palm him over his boxers. You smirk when you hear his breath hitch and dip your fingers below the waistband teasingly, tracing your fingernails softly along his skin.
“Come on, Y/N,” He sighs, grinning. “Stop teasing.” You obey and push his boxers down his thighs.