If there was one thing I was certain of, it was that Professor Lupin noticed me. It took a long while, months of trying to grab his attention in the right direction, make him see me as something more than just his student. It was pathetic how many times I bent over in front of the man; pathetic how many times I strategically wore my school uniform to show off just enough skin to have him wanting to see more. I was pathetic but I couldn't help it.
Remus Lupin was a walking wet dream. He was tall and lean with just the right amount of toned muscle. His hair was shaggy and a shade somewhere between red and brown. And don't get me started on his scars. He had three scars running across his face, they were a pale white against his tanned skin, and they served to make him look so much hotter.
Professor Lupin had been tutoring me for four months now and I'd been fantasizing about him for longer. But it was finally time, I could feel it. I'd noticed his eyes lingering on me more often this past week. There was a heat in his eyes that wasn't there before, the type of heat that left my skin tingling and my heart racing. And that's how I knew I won.
I sent him an owl earlier asking if we could do our study session later, it was midterms so I made an excuse about needing to study with my friends at our regular time; really I just wanted it to be late enough so I could make my move without us being caught. He agreed and that's how I ended up here, outside my professor's classroom an hour before curfew. It was late and nearly all the students and professors were in their common rooms or beds, a fact I had been planning on.
I made sure to wear my skirt short with my black thigh high socks. My blonde hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail with loose strands pulled out around my face. My heart was hammering as I raised my fist to knock on the wooden door. It didn't take him long to open the door, he usually wasn't one to make me wait. Still I held my breath as he came into view, which was probably good because my breath would have been stolen either way.
Professor Lupin wasn't dressed how he normally did. His usual professional suit and tie was absent, instead he was wearing a loose sweater and pants. His hair was a tousled mess and it looked as though he'd been raking his fingers through it more than once. Lupins' brown eyes went wide at the sight of me, and I didn't miss the way his eyes trailed down my body then back up again, lingering on my legs. "Miss Malfoy," Lupin's voice was deep as he said my name and it sent chills zapping down my spine, "I forgot you were coming tonight."
And just like that I felt my hope deflate and with it, the crushing reminder of how pathetic I was. I bit my lip, scrapping my teeth anxiously against the skin before releasing it and taking a breath, "oh. I, uh, I'll just go then." I spun on my heel and went to walk away.
A warm hand quickly encircled my wrist, electricity igniting beneath the touch, and I slowly turned back to face Lupin. His eyes widened slightly as he glanced down at where he was grabbing me and he quickly released my wrist as if it had burned him.
“Uh, no,” Professor Lupin cleared his throat, his eyes darting away from me. “We have more than enough time to go over your homework. Come in,” he held the door open and gestured into the darkened classroom.
“Thanks, professor,” I looked up at him for a moment before walking into the room. Only a few candles were still lit, leaving the room cast in a dark glow that felt intimate. I walked over to his desk at the front, where a chair was already placed in front of it, the place I sat every time we studied.
I could hear the click of the door behind me followed by the muffled sound of Lupin’s voice whispering something. I set my bag down on the floor and bent down to pull out my parchment and quill before sitting in my chair across from Professor Lupin’s seat.
It took him a moment before he was sitting across from me and I noted his tense posture, but before I could question it, he was speaking on the homework. “So, how far have you gotten?”
I wet my lips before dropping my eyes down to the parchment. Truthfully I’d already finished the assignment two days prior, but the parchment in front of me was strategically blank. I glanced up at Lupin with a shy smile, “I actually haven’t started yet…”
Professor Lupin’s shoulders seemed to relax slightly at my smile and he even flashed one of his own, “oh miss Malfoy, waiting till the last minute are you? That homework is due tomorrow.”
I blushed at his teasing remark and decided to tease right back. I looked up at him through my lashes, “If I turn it in late are you going to punish me, professor?” My voice was dropped into a flirty tone that he caught onto. His brown eyes flared with heat in the same moment his breath caught and his body tensed. I clearly caught him off guard.
A silence stretched between us and I had to force myself to remain calm and my expression unchanging. There was no way I’d get nervous and back down now. He wanted me, I could feel it. Lupin’s voice was tight and gravely as he spoke again, “would you want to be punished, miss Malfoy?”
I bit my lip and leaned forward on the desk toward Lupin, pushing my cleavage into view from my undone top buttons on my blouse. Professor Lupin’s eyes flashed down for a moment before clashing with mine again. His eyes were blazing hot and I felt it all the way down to my core, burning my flesh with its heat. “Now that depends. Are you gonna spank me?” I raised a brow, smirking slightly.
The ball was in his court now and I couldn’t help but hold my breath. He could, and probably should, kick me out for that crude statement. He was a professor and I was his student. But something in the way he eyes widened and his breath caught told me he wasn’t going to. He wanted me just as bad as I wanted him.
“You shouldn’t speak to your professor like that, Miss Malfoy,” Lupin warned but I could hear the hesitance in his voice. I had to make the first move, he couldn’t. Not with the position we were in. Okay, well I already went this far, might as well push some more.
He was watching me, waiting. “Like what? You don’t want me to ask you to spank me? You don’t want me to bend over the desk and let you–”
Lupin stood up so suddenly I jumped, straightening in my chair. His hands were gripping the edge of his desk so tightly I feared the wood may crack. His body was tight and I could feel the energy in the room shift. It was hot and crackling, I could feel it caressing my skin, every inch of me aware of what was happening.
“You wouldn’t dare,” his voice was challenging and his eyes dark as he watched me.
My mouth suddenly felt so very dry as I took in the challenging words. Does that mean he wants me to? I squeezed my thighs together. Looking up at him he looked so tall, so large and oh my god I was going to let him spank me. I’d never been spanked before, not in this way, but the idea excited me beyond belief. I could feel my panties soak at the mere thought of it.
My blue eyes stayed on Lupin’s as I slowly stood from my chair, the metal legs scraping against the wooden floor as I pushed it back. I placed my hands on the edge of the desk before dropping my eyes and bending forward. The desk was cold against the exposed skin of my chest, cooling the hot blush that I had no doubt resided there. The table bit against my hips, aching as it pressed against the bone there, but it was a bearable kind of pain.
I could hear Professor Lupin’s breath hitch across from me and I took a steadying breath before speaking. “Well,” my voice was breathy and sounded nothing like me, “what are you gonna do now, professor?”
Professor Lupin didn’t respond, silence surrounded us once again as I rested bent over the table. I let my eyes fall closed as I waited. I didn’t want to face him if he told me to get up and leave. If he turned me away now, I’d be mortified. After a moment I heard the sound of his shoes against the wood.
I listened as he rounded the table and I felt as he came to a stop behind me. He didn’t touch me, but he was close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off of him. Close enough that I could hear the deep breath he took as his eyes trailed over me.
“This is wrong,” Lupin spoke beneath his breath in the same moment that his hand brushed against my hip, sending a jolt up my spine. I wanted him to touch me more, I- “I really shouldn’t allow this, miss Malfoy.” His hands grabbed my hips, his fingers biting into the soft skin of my abdomen and making me wetter.
I could tell I was already embarrassingly wet at this point. All Professor Lupin would have to do was flip up my skirt and the evidence of my arousal would be clear as day. “But feel what you do to me,” Lupin pressed against me in the next moment and I could clearly feel the hard outline of his bulge pressing against my ass. I couldn’t help it, a breathy moan left my lips and I pushed back into him. Lupin let out a low growl, his grip on me tightening.
“Maybe you do deserve to be punished,” he continued, rocking his hips into me once before he pulled away, leaving only one hand on my lower back. “I know what you’ve been doing, Elladora.” The way he said my name had me melting. He moved to the right of me and my heart jumped as he bent forward to speak into my ear. “You’ve been teasing me all year, haven’t you?”
I bit my lip, not wanting to answer that question. Then Lupin’s hand was gone. I wanted to whine at the loss of contact, but before I could I felt the sharp bite of his hand against my bottom. It didn’t hurt bad, my skirt blocked most of the pain, but still I yelped, jumping forward slightly, my hands gripping the desk tighter. “Answer me, miss Malfoy.”
I swallowed thickly before responding, “y-yes. I’ve been teasing you.”
Lupin caressed my ass, rubbing it slightly before speaking again. “Is this what you wanted, Elladora? Did you want me to bend you over my desk and take you?” Lupin leaned in close to my ear again and I shuddered as his breath tickled my neck, “have you touched yourself to the thought of this?”
I nodded, but Lupin tsked, moving behind me again. “Use your words.”
“Y-yes,” I breathed, my voice airy and needy. “I’ve wanted you all year, professor. A-and I’ve thought about you, about this.”
I felt him lift my skirt up, flipping it over my back. He hissed out a breath, no doubt due to the lacy red panties I was wearing. Panties that were soaked beyond belief. Lupin’s voice was gravely as he spoke again, “did you wear these for me?”
“Yes,” I replied honestly.
Remus ran his hand over the bare flesh of my ass and I arched back into the touch, wanting more. “You could get me in a lot of trouble, miss Malfoy. I think you deserve some punishment for that, don’t you?”
I clenched my thighs together, nodding, “y-yes.”
He quickly turned away from me and spoke out the colloportus and muffliato charms, toward the door I’m assuming. “I’m going to spank you now, Miss Malfoy, and you’re going to count each one for me, understand?” His voice was husky as he spoke the command.
“Yes.”
I felt his hand pull away from my skin and it quickly returned with a smack. My skin tingled at the pain but it was the best kind of pain. I felt my pussy clench at the contact and it was a weird sort of realization as I figured out I enjoyed this kind of punishment.
“One,” I choked out after a moment.
He hit me again in the exact same spot, the sting was slightly more intense but it gave the same bodily response as the last one. “Two,” I breathed.
Again he hit me and I counted, “three.”
“Four,” my core was aching for some attention.
“Five,” I was throbbing now.
“Six,” I was moaning out the numbers at this point.
“Seven,” I was arching back for each swat.
“Eight,” I cried out in a breathy moan, “please, professor.”
Lupin was breathing heavily behind me as he paused, his hand rubbing over the hurt he’d left behind. “Please, what? Tell me what you want, Elladora.”
“More,” I supplied, unsure how to exactly ask my professor to fuck me right here, right now.
Lupin grabbed both my hips again and thrust himself against me. The bulge in his pants rubbed right against my sensitive core and I moaned, arching back into him. “You took your punishment so well, Ella. I think you deserve a reward now.”
“Yes, please, professor,” I was practically begging now.
“Stand up for me,” he pulled away slightly, but his hands did not leave my hips. Slowly I pushed myself up from the desk. My legs buckled underneath me and my head spun at the sudden change in position.
Lupin steadied me and I took a breath before gathering my footing and spinning around to face him. Looking up at him, my breath was taken from me. His cheeks were lightly flushed and his eyes were still blazing hot. He towered over me and I so badly wanted to feel him lying on top of me.
Professor Lupin didn’t say anything for a moment and I took that as my cue to make a move again. I watched him through my hooded eyes as I reached my fingers up to start undoing the buttons of my white blouse. His eyes immediately dropped to watch as each button fell open.
After a moment I pulled my shirt out of where it was tucked into my school skirt and pulled it down my arms, letting it drop to the floor and revealing the matching bra to my panties. Gryffindor red lace encased my breasts, clashing with the green on my skirt, but I didn’t care in the slightest.
“You are dangerous,” Lupin breathed for a moment before moving his hand from my hip to brush along the skin of my stomach, trailing upward to my chest. He grabbed my breast lightly, his thumb brushing over where my nipple was straining against the thin fabric. I arched into his touch, moaning at the contact. “I want you on my desk now, miss Malfoy.” He let go of me and I immediately obeyed, taking a step back toward the desk. Lupin stopped me, shaking his head, “other side.”
I furrowed my brows but followed him around the desk. He sat down in his chair and I stepped in front of him, hopping up on the desk facing him. I let my thighs fall open and I watched as his gaze fell to watch them part. Now that he was sitting I could really see just what I was doing to him. His erection was tenting in his pants, a clear sign that he wanted me.
He rolled his chair close to me and I suddenly realized why he sat down, why he wanted me on his desk. My core was at the perfect face level. My cheeks flamed red at the realization.
Lupin’s hands gripped my thighs, pushing them apart until I was fully spread open for him. My pussy was throbbing with need for some sort of attention. I needed him, now. His hands moved up my thighs, pushing my skirt up until it was bunched at my waist, leaving my soaked pantied on display.
I watched as his eyes flashed with arousal. “Fuck, you are wet for me, aren’t you, miss Malfoy?” His thumb moved and I moaned out as he brushed it over my panties, pressing down on my throbbing clit.
“Yes, I’m always wet for you, professor,” I breathed, my chest heaving as I tried to steady myself. I was a mess of neediness for him since the moment he took control from me. I needed to reign it in, but I wasn’t sure how. My nerves were fried and my body was on fire.
Lupin hooked my panties with his thumbs and pulled them down, “lift your hips.” I obeyed, lifting my ass off the table so he could pull my panties down my legs. I watched as he slipped the fabric into his pocket before pushing my legs open again. I had to fight off the embarrassed flush as he opened me up to him.
I glanced down and saw that I was, indeed, glistening with my arousal. I was wet and ready, he could slip it in right now, no foreplay necessary, and I’d take him without so much as a wince.
Lupin let out a low groan as he took in the sight of me, his fingers digging into my thighs tightly as if he had to in order to steady himself. “Professor, please, I want you so badly, don’t make me wait.” I didn’t care that I was begging, I’d waited long enough. The months of planning and seducing him was about to pay off and I didn’t have the patience to wait any longer.
I watched as his lips curved into a smile, “oh, I don’t plan on making you wait, miss Malfoy. But I do plan on enjoying myself.” His hands moved to my hips and in a quick movement he pulled me toward the edge of the desk. I had to lean back on my hands in order to keep myself from toppling to the ground.
In a moment his head was between my thighs, his fingers digging into my thighs to keep my legs spread apart while he dove between them. I let out a loud cry of pleasure as his tongue darted out, sweeping between my folds.
“So good,” he groaned as his tongue licked up my arousal, drinking me as if I was his only source of water. His tongue flicked over my clit, sucking and slurping at me until I was a moaning mess. I tried to close my legs, the pleasure was too much–it was overwhelming. But he was holding me open, forcing me to stay spread wide for him.
It was too much but so good. I was torn between pulling away and seeking out more, shamelessly grinding against his face. I was throbbing, waves of pleasure crashing through my body and concentrating at my core. I was moaning incoherently, my fingers tangling through his hair as I rode the waves closer and closer together. My thighs were shaking and it’d never felt so good before.
His tongue circled my clit, flicked over it and sucked on it until I was close to coming undone. Part of me wanted to cum just like this, to finish all over his face as he ate me out on his desk. My cheeks flushed red. I would have to see this desk again tomorrow in class, knowing what we did on it. I’d never make it through a DADA class without wet panties again. I cried out in pleasure. This was so wrong, so forbidden. So why did it feel so good?
“I-I’m close,” I cried out, arching into him and throwing my head back. My hand gripped his hair tightly, holding him right where he was, urging him not to stop and I felt that final wave beginning to crest I was so close, so so close–
Lupin pulled away right before I could finish, his hand grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand from his hair as he stood up, kicking his chair back. My eyes snapped open and I let out a whine, “no, why did you stop?”
Professor Lupin’s face was wet with my arousal as he looked down at me, his hair a mess from my fingers. The sight of him had a surge of accomplishment rushing through me, even with the disappointment. “I told you, Elladora. I’m going to enjoy myself.”
With that said, Lupin’s hand moved to the back of my neck as he moved toward me, stepping between my still spread thighs. His fingers buried themselves in my hair, pulling my hair tie loose and most definitely making my hairstyle look even more messy than before.
He forced my head to tilt back, using my hair to keep me at his mercy. My mouth parted as I looked up at him, my heart was hammering in my chest and my eyes were wide as I looked up at him–waiting.
Lupin took his free hand and caressed my face, his thumb brushing across my cheek and sending tingles across my skin. Then his thumb brushed my bottom lip, hooking into my mouth to pry it open farther. I relaxed my jaw, letting him do what he pleased. My core clenched at the idea of tasting him.
“I’ll take your mouth one day, miss Malfoy.” He pushed his thumb into my mouth, the pad of his finger rubbing across my tongue. I instantly closed my lips and sucked on it, watching his eyes darken in response.
He pulled his thumb out with a pop and before I could blink he was claiming my mouth with his own. The taste of chocolate and brandy filled my senses and I instantly moaned into his mouth, my hands leaving the table to instead cling to him. My back arched until our chests were touching and Remus gripped my hair and my hip with such fervor that it felt like he was claiming me, marking me as his with just a kiss. His tongue entered my mouth and I could taste myself on his tongue, a bittersweet tang that wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be.
I moved my hands down to the front of his sweater, hooking at the hem and tugging on it, pulling it up his body. Remus broke the kiss for just long enough for me to remove the clothing and then for him to turn his sights on me. His hands skillfully reached around and unhooked my bra in a swift movement, allowing the lace to fall off of me in a second.
He groaned at the sight of my bare chest and I nearly moaned at the sight of his. He was toned in all the right places with scars accentuating every ripple of muscle. I wondered how he got all the scars, but my thoughts were swept away as my professor was pushing me backward, his hand leaving my hair and instead holding my back as he bent over me.
My hands fell away from him, landing on the desk to support my weight as he started paying attention to my breasts. Remus was feral as he licked and sucked an exploratory trail across each breast, leaving marks that I knew would take a pound of makeup to cover.
“Please, professor,” I breathed, my chest heaving and my clit throbbing once again. “I need you.” I rolled my hips as if to accentuate my point, rolling my bare pussy against his clothed erection.
Remus looked down at me for a single moment, the briefest look of hesitation crossed his eyes. But as I rolled my hips again, moaning at the friction, the hesitation was gone, replaced with that same heated look he’d had since I got here.
He pulled away from me for a moment, reaching across his desk for his wand. He quickly pointed it at me and cast a contraceptive spell. I felt the familiar warmth of the spell fill my belly for a moment before it dissipated.
Remus tossed his wand back to where it was before and got to work unbuttoning his jeans. My eyes were glued to his pants as he opened them and pulled them down until his erection sprang free. It wasn’t the longest but it was thick. Thicker than any I’d seen before. Remus started stroking his length and I watched as it grew harder. My walls clenched, an empty ache started to grow inside me. I needed him, now.
I wet my lips, my eyes flicking up to meet his brown ones as he moved closer to me. “Are you ready, miss Malfoy?” He ran the tip of his erection over my slit and my eyes fell closed as a shudder of pleasure ran through me.
I nodded quickly, “yes, professor, please don’t make me wait any longer I can’t–”
My sentence was cut off by him thrusting into me, shallow and quick. I let out a cry of pleasure, my core clenching down on him immediately. “Oh fuck,” I cried out at the same time Remus cursed under his breath. His hands moved to my hips, gripping me impossibly tight.
Remus held still, only half way in, but I was throbbing with need, needing to be filled, needing to cum. I let out a whine, trying to rock my hips but Remus was holding me still. His eyes were pinched tight and it was as if he was holding his breath.
“Professor?” I asked, my voice breathy and full of need.
Remus’ eyes opened and met mine, he took a breath before he moved. He slowly pulled out before rocking back in, this time all the way. My head fell back as I moaned. It was perfect, he was a perfect fit, filling me up just right.
One of his hands moved from my hip and dipped between us, his thumb finding my clit quickly. I rocked my hips forward in a sloppy motion at the sudden sensation. “Oh, yes,” I breathed out.
I could feel a flush blossom across my chest, my body suddenly feeling very hot and very good. With each thrust, he rubbed against the perfect spot that left me seeing stars.
Remus leaned forward, his head dipped forward as he thrust into me, his thumb circling in tandem. “Feel so good, so tight,” he groaned incoherently. His head snapped up as I arched into him, his eyes blazing as he looked over me, “such a good girl, Elladora. Look how good you’re taking me.”
I moaned in response to the praise, a jolt of pleasure zapping through me. I was close again, the waves of pleasure crashing over me and I knew it was only a matter of time before I came undone.
Remus was grunting, his brows pulled together telling me he was close too. I could feel the cliff approaching, my body preparing itself for the final drop off. I was a moaning mess, unable to contain the sounds leaving my body.
Remus bent his head toward mine, his voice a rough growl, “I want you to cum for me, miss Malfoy.” My breath caught in my chest and as he circled my clit once more I couldn’t stop it. “Come on, cum of me.”
My vision darkened as I cried out my release, my legs were shaking, my whole body was a tingling, twitching mess. The waves of my orgasm crashed down and I was drowning in the pleasure of it all.
I barely registered Remus growling as he finished, could barely feel the way he was thrusting into me quick and hard until I was filled with his cum.
My chest was heaving as I collapsed against his chest, the sweat from his body sticking to my skin at the contact. He was breathing just as hard as I was, his racing heart beat going just as fast as mine.
I was blinking out of my post orgasm haze as I felt his hold on my hips lighten. His hands moved to my back, touching it with slow, comforting strokes. His lips found my head and he placed a delicate kiss there.
It felt surreal as I took in what he was doing. The soft, gently touches, the way his fingers moved to take out my hair tie and run through my blonde waves. The aftercare was so sweet, something I wasn’t used to, but I relaxed into it anyways, savoring in this postcoital glow.
After a moment I sat up, and looked up at my professor. He smiled down at me with a grin that was so young, so unlike the cool and collected professor I’d grown to know, and it had my heart skipping a beat for a whole new reason. I think I might like my professor more than I originally thought, but maybe that’s just what happens when you spend an entire year pining after someone.