45: Remus Lupin - The Muggle Part Two (Lemon)

Warning! This is part two of three, meaning if you don't read part one this probably won't make any sense! It's also a lemon which means there'll be sexual content, you've been warned!

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 We tumbled into my apartment and I knew immediately what was about to happen. I felt heat rush around my body as our lips never parted, him kicking my door close. Our tongues began exploring each others mouths as our arms wrapped around each other tightly, never wanting to let go of each other. Annoyingly we had to part to breathe, but there was a sexy look of determination written all over his face.

I let out a moan as he dove into my neck, licking at my skin, teasing me. I clung onto his shirt, desperate to see his body underneath and he seemed to read the signs as he slipped off his shoes and to my surprise, picked me up. "Which way?" He asked huskily and I pointed in the direction of my bedroom which was thankfully clean.

He slammed open the door, lust having taken him over completely. He threw me down on my double bed and ripped his shirt off, my eyes widening at his dominance. I never thought that a sweet, book-loving man such as Remus could ever be so dominant, and I loved it.

He crawled on top of me, his hands roaming my body making me moan. I too wanted to feel him, so ran my hands up and down his torso feeling scars on his body as well. He looked so sexy I could barely contain myself, feeling my womanhood getting wet already.

Being the dominant guy he was, he pushed my shirt up and immediately latched his lips against my cleavage, pulling my bra down so he could get to my nipple. "R-Remus- ngh!" I moaned, the stimulation making me even more desperate for him. As he continued his work he pulled my shirt off completely, throwing it aside carelessly before reaching behind my back and undoing my bra. I was surprised he was able to do it so quickly, most guys having at least a little bit of difficulty with it.

He lifted himself off, pulling my bra from my body and throwing it to the floor to join our shirts. "You're so sexy, moan more for me," he growled, lust dripping in his voice.

"Remus, please, I need you," I whispered, clamping my thighs together tightly to alleviate some of the intense feeling in my womanhood. He smirked when he noticed my action and started trailing his lips down my body, particularly focussing on my breasts whilst his hands roamed until they landed on the buttons of my trousers.

He forcefully tugged them down, clawing them away from my body leaving me in just my underwear. I covered my eyes out of embarrassment, but when I peaked through my fingers all I saw was lust. There was a large tent in his trousers and I bit my lip, imagining how gifted he must be. "You're wearing a thing, where you expecting this?" He teased, opening my legs up and brushing his fingers against my wet pussy teasingly. I let out a moan and felt embarrassment flood my body as I attempted to deny his claim, but it was partly true. "Well they look so sexy, especially on you."

"P-please Remus, I- I need you," I muttered, my whole body feeling weak. "Please Remus- agh!" I cried out as he leant down, pressing his lips against my covered womanhood. I gripped onto his messy brown hair as he pulled my thing aside, his tongue licking my womanhood directly. I was panting heavily, clutching onto his hair desperately as he continued to lap away at me, seemingly getting all he could from me.

Slowly his tongue began to enter me making me arch my back and moan loudly, it feeling better than anything I had had before. Already I felt myself close to cumming, and was sent into overdrive when the attention of his tongue moved to my clit and he inserted a finger into my wet core. "Remus! Ngh- it's too much, I'm- I'm gonna cum- ngh!" I tried desperately to hold on but he only thrusted harder, even adding a second finger which sent me over the top. I cried out his name and my back arched high, my whole body trembling as my orgasm washed over me like a tsunami.

He pulled out his fingers making me wince slightly, and I was surprised when he licked them. I decided to take a little bit of dominance, moving with what little energy I had and pushing him back so he was sat down on his bum. I unbuttoned his trousers, opening them up and pulling down his boxers as much as I could to reveal his seven inch member. My eyes widened as it twitched, clearly wanting attention. Pre-cum leaked from its tip and I was surprised he was able to hold back for so long. "You don't have to," he whispered, brushing his hand through my hair.

That statement made me feel warm inside, but I did want to give him the attention he gave me. "I want to, if you'd like me to," I said, trying to play the innocent girl. He nodded and I wrapped my lips around the tip, gently licking at it whilst I pumped the base. He let out a deep breath, his eyes glued to me as I glanced up. Slowly I took more and more of him into my mouth, wanting to deep throat him but he was difficult given his size.

The moans emitting from his mouth spurred me on, and I knew I must've been good as he grabbed the back of my head and began face-fucking me. He was groaning loudly, swearing under his breath and moving my head faster until suddenly my mouth was filled with sticky, bitter liquid. I felt his member turn flaccid and panicked a little, hoping he could get hard again so we could go all the way.

I lifted my head from him, his cum still in my mouth. "You can spit it out (y/n), I'll get you a tissue-," he tried to offer but I stopped him, swallowing the liquid. His eyes widened and I smirked, wiping his cum that was dripping down my chin off, then sucking my finger. "You're so hot," he growled, pushing me back onto the bed.

"So are you, you're incredible," I said, completely lost in the moment. Our lips slammed against each others and not even a piece of paper could fit between our bodies.

"Please tell me you have condoms," he whispered when we pulled apart and I chuckled, nodding. He leant up so I could roll over to my bedside table, retrieving the protection. He was busy taking his trousers all the way off, his dick already half hard again. I gulped, wondering how much stamina he had and hoping it was a lot.

His lips were suddenly on mine again, us both kissing passionately as our tongues wrestled roughly. Saliva dribbled from our mouths but it was obvious we were desperate for one another, especially as I felt his member hardening against my thigh once more. My womanhood was practically begging for attention again, but I knew that it needed more than just his fingers - not that his fingers weren't incredible.

After a moment we had to pull apart to breathe, and that's when he leant up and put the condom on his completely erect again dick. "Are you sure (y/n)?" He asked quickly.

"If you don't I think I'm going to explode," I admitted and he smirked, lining himself up with my entrance. We were in missionary, the easiest position to begin with and as he pushed himself in I couldn't help but cry out in desperation. My nails dug into his back as he continued to push, me already feeling incredibly full. "Y-you're so big," I panted.

"Just a little more," he groaned and I looked down to see he still had another inch to go. My whole body twitched as he managed to insert the entirety of himself in, the two of us simply laying there for a moment trying to catch our breaths. "Fuck- (y/n), I need you," he growled and I nodded desperately.

"Please Remus- ngh- AGH!" I cried out loudly as he began moving his hips powerfully. I was surprised at his dominance but absolutely loved it, as feeling him move with such strength made my whole body go weak. He slammed his lips onto mine greedily as he thrusted, and I tried to hold onto him as tightly as I could. Our tongues clashed and the sounds of skin-slapping filled my bedroom.

The headboard of my bed repeatedly hit the wall, probably leaving a mark but we were too hung up in the moment to care. Grunts and groans echoed around the room as the pleasure I was feeling built up to incredible heights. I was having difficulty controlling myself, particularly when he roughly grabbed one of my breasts and began massaging it.

The stimulation was too much and I felt my orgasm approaching. I attempted to voice this fact to Remus but all that came from my mouth were moans. I called out his name in desperation, digging my nails into his back deeper as I finally felt myself cum.

Sparks flew through my body as I moaned loudly, my nails digging into his back probably leaving scratched. "Fuck- (y/n), I'm about to cum- you feel so good- ah!" He thrusted in one last time with all his might, the condom filling up as he came. We were both sweaty, out of breath and feeling immensely satisfied. Whilst still inside me he collapsed on top of me, knocking the wind out of me.

"You're heavy," I teased and he chuckled, pulling out of me and rolling to the side of me. His lips immediately latched onto mine and I happily kissed him back, his arms wrapped around me tightly and pulling me right up against his naked body.

"That was amazing," he whispered, his voice hoarse from all of the moaning. I nodded in agreement and snuggled against his warm body, however we had to tidy ourselves up so I pointed him in the direction of my bin to throw away the condom whilst I sorted out the bed. When we were ready we both snuggled down in my bed, him spooning me and holding me tightly. It didn't take long for me to go to sleep, feeling satisfied and happy in his arms.

- Timeskip -

Three weeks had gone by since that night, and every one since then we had spent together. Either we went all the way or we simply had oral sex, we were always doing something to each other. Not only that but we went out on multiple dates, him picking me up after work to go on walks around Hyde Park like we did the first time we spent time alone together.

We had never actually voiced the status of our relationship, but given his protectiveness, our desperation for one another and the fact he always wanted to be holding my hand I knew we were a couple. There was a change in me emotionally as well, Susie told me that I seemed much happier and was smiling a lot more, that I was friendlier and more approachable. She often teased me subtly about Remus, complimenting me on being able to get an older guy but there was only six years difference.

I was absolutely smitten with him, but over the last couple of days he had seemed a little distant. He was a little short-tempered too, getting irritated over the simplest of things like the tv remote not working or the food he was cooking burning slightly. One evening he was trying to make dinner, but was having difficulty opening a can with the can opening. "Fuck it," he growled, slamming the items onto the worktop.

"Baby what's wrong?" I asked as I approached him, cuddling him from behind. He let out a sigh and turned to properly cuddle me, making me smile.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired," he whispered and I nodded, looking up at him. I cupped his cheek and pulled him in for a deep kiss, showing my affection for him.

"Here, let me make dinner tonight then, you can go rest," I said and he nodded, pulling away from me and heading over to the sofa in my open plan apartment. I smiled as he sat down, leaning back and falling asleep almost immediately.

We enjoyed a delicious dinner together but something was obviously wrong with him. We had been very intimate over the past couple of weeks but he seemed to be clinging onto me tighter than before. He seemed desperate to hold me, and insisted that we showered together that evening just so he could be in my presence.

That evening we had sex but he was being so much more romantic than usual. He was holding onto me tightly, our lips barely parting and if they did it was so that he could stare at me, as though soaking in the sight. The loving intimacy felt good, but when we were finished his clingy behaviour still had me worried. Even as we were falling asleep his tight hold on me never gave out, and I was determined to find out what had gotten him this way.

When my eyes fluttered open I realised the bed was cold. I turned to see an empty space next to me and wondered where Remus had gone. I glanced over to the clock, it reading 02:30 making me feel even more tired.

I got up and slipped on my dressing gown, heading to the lounge/kitchen expecting to see Remus there but it was empty. Instead I noticed the curtains that would usually cover the glass doors leading to my balcony were open, and I spotted Remus stood out there dressed in just his sweatpants with a cigarette hanging from his lips. I knew he occasionally smoked, but only when he was really stressed.

Carefully I slid open the balcony door making him jump, but he sighed in relief when he saw it was just me. "What's wrong?" I asked soothingly, rubbing my hand against his arm. He sighed and stubbed his almost finished cigarette in the ash tray that laid on the balcony table. I noticed him glancing up to the almost full moon before rubbing his eyes. I was beginning to get a little worried, reaching down to hold his hand but he pulled it away. "Remus?"

"I'm sorry (y/n), we can't do this anymore," he whispered, avoiding eye contact with me.

"What do you mean?" I asked naively.

"We can't see each other anymore. We can't do this, we can't... be together," he said and my stomach dropped.

"N-no, Remus, we can," I said quickly, forcing my hand into his. He shook his head, looking up at the moon again before snatching his hand away completely.

"No, we can't!" He said firmly and my heart cracked.

"W-why- what- why?!" I pleaded, not wanting this to end.

"We just can't, alright!"

"You can't just leave me without giving me an explanation! Remus please, you can talk to me, whatever it is we can sort this out! I don't want this to end!" I cried, tears welling up in my eyes as I stepped closer to him.

"Well I do, I don't care about you so I'm leaving," he said firmly and my heart shattered.

"No- please Remus, please don't go I- I love you!" I finally admitted my feelings and he froze on the spot, looking at me with wide eyes. Tears streaked down my face, humiliation building up inside of me. He looked back up at the moon before gritting his teeth. He looked to be in pain, avoiding eye contact as he said the words I had been dreading.

"I- I don't love you," he said simply and I had to cover my mouth to stop a sob from escaping. I felt completely used and heartbroken, suddenly feeling immensely violated. "I'm gonna go," he said quietly and I couldn't bare to look him in the eyes. All I did was stand there as he walked back into my apartment to get his things. I found myself on the floor of my balcony, trembling in heartbreak, feeling as though I had been completely taken advantage of.

- Remus' POV - - Timeskip -

Sleep eluded me for that night as her declaration of love echoed throughout my mind. Not only that but the following night was one of the worst transformations I had had in a long time, despite having taken the wolfsbane potion. I felt as though I couldn't even get out of bed, not just because of how tired I was from my transformation but because I was feeling incredibly guilty and depressed. The truth was I was in love with her but she was a muggle and I was a wizard. I of course knew that there was no problem in that, but what was the problem was that I was a werewolf and she wouldn't be able to defend herself if anything were to happen. She'd have difficulty being with a wizard, let alone a wizard who was also a werewolf.

Hearing her broken voice yell out that she was in love with me was playing on my mind on repeat. I let her down so horribly, I just couldn't control my emotions as my anger got the better of me. It wasn't anger at her though, it was anger at our inconvenient situation.

I had cried multiple times, feeling pathetic about doing so. I couldn't imagine many thirty-three year old men crying over a three week relationship, but I knew I was in love with her prior to the beginning of our relationship. I knew if I started something between us then it would end messily so I tried to resist to the point where I could no longer. The almost full moon was a reminder as to why I shouldn't be with her, hence why I ended it before it got too serious. I never expected her to have actually fallen in love with me though.

I drank my coffee as I flicked through the Daily Prophet, wincing slightly at its average taste. It was nowhere near as good as the coffee at (y/n)'s cafe, but I knew she probably wouldn't appreciate it if I turned up. As the days passed however I felt as though I was pulling my hair out in desperation to see her, to at least check if she was okay so a week later I finally picked up enough courage to head out to the coffee shop.

I gulped when I reached the door, nerves washing over me. I just hoped I could see her smiling and greeting her customers happily as she always did, and not being hung-up on what happened last week like I was. That would at least bring me some comfort.

With as much confidence as I could I entered, the bell on the door dinging. I looked around but there was no sign of (y/n), instead there was only Susie stood behind the counter cleaning some of the mugs. She glanced up when the bell chimed and a look of pleasantness on her face soon vanished, anger replacing it. I gulped again and carefully approached the counter, needing to find out about (y/n). "Hi," I said simply, my throat dry.

"What do you want, your bastard?" She hissed, surprising me a bit.

"I take it (y/n)'s told you..." I whispered and she nodded.

"Yeah, she told me of how you broke her heart, stringing her along for three weeks making her believe you were together but you were only looking for a poor girl to take advantage of-,"

"That's not true!"

"Isn't it?! Well you having sex with her then claiming not to love or even care about her seems to say otherwise!" She shouted, catching the attention of a few of her customers but the rage on her face told me she didn't care. I shifted awkwardly, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.

"I-is she alright?" I asked nervously.

"'alright'? She's not been able to come into work at all because she breaks down every time she tries to leave her apartment. You broke her, you've knocked her confidence, taken advantage of a poor girl who was head over heels for you and you left her without giving any reason whatsoever so no, she is not alright," Susie hissed and anger sparked inside of me.

"I did not take advantage of her, I love her!" I exclaimed, my fists clenched and Susie scoffed. "It's the truth dammit, there's just reasons why we can't be together!"

"Oh yeah? Like what?" She asked, arching an eyebrow.

"I can't tell you... I can't tell her either," I whispered and she scoffed again.

"Wow, it seems as though you're totally in love with her," she said sarcastically and the Ange inside of me rose.

"I don't care if you believe me or not, I care about her and I love her alright?! I just wouldn't be able to make her happy, she deserves better than me because of reasons I can't tell you, but it's the truth! So despite me loving her as well we just- we just can't be together!" I shouted, storming out of the cafe and not caring that all the customers were watching me go.

Without thinking straight I headed towards (y/n)'s apartment, anger fuelling me. When there I was banging on the door, not thinking about what I was going to say. The door finally opened and there stood (y/n), her eyes puffy from all the crying she'd apparently done. As soon as she saw me she attempted to slam the door closed again but I stopped her, forcing the door open. "I need to talk to you," I said firmly.

"I don't want to talk to you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Well I need to talk to you," I said. She was yet to look me properly, and she simply walked away from the door. She hadn't attempted to shut it again so I assumed it was enough of a way to say 'come in'. She walked silently over to the sofa where there were plenty of tissues scattered. Empty tissue boxes were dotted over the place and I felt nothing but guilt. She was completely silent, making it obvious that she didn't want to talk to me. "Look, what I said last week wasn't strictly true," I said but she refused to speak, keeping her head down. I couldn't quite see her face as her hair covered it, so I decided to press on. "I'm sorry I said that I didn't care about you because I do care about you, a lot, I swear it. In fact you're the only person in my life that I do care about."

"I find that hard to believe," she whispered, her voice breaking slightly.

"(y/n) for Merlins sake-," I collapsed on the sofa next to her. "I love you." There was an eerie silence, followed by something I never expected to happen. My cheek stung as she slapped me across the face, anger emanating form her face.

"HOW DARE YOU!" She screamed with intensity. "How dare you claim to not care about me, not to love me, cause me so much pain then a week later come crawling back claiming that you do actually love me-,"

"(y/n) it's the truth! There's just certain reasons as to why we can't be together-,"

"WHY?"

"I can't tell you!"

"That's a pathetic excuse, if you truly loved me then you'd tell me - either that or we'd be together like a proper couple. Instead you're probably just using this an excuse to get me into bed again-,"

"For merlins sake (y/n)- ALRIGHT FINE! I'M A WEREWOLF, YOU HAPPY?!" I screamed and there was silence in the apartment as she looked at me with confusion before scoffing.

"If you're gonna come up with an excuse at least make it believable. Get out of my home," she said firmly.

"It's not an excuse, it's the truth!" I defended.

"Get out of my home!" She shouted.

"No! If you want me to tell you why we can't be together then I'll tell you! If you just let me explain everything, then you'll see," I said and she folded her arms.

"Start talking," she said through pierced lips. I gulped and nodded.

"Promise not to interrupt me until I'm done explaining," I said and she sighed but nodded. "Well... I'm a wizard. Not like the crappy magicians you get at kids birthday parties, I'm an actual wizard who can cast spells, make potions and I attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I know it's difficult to believe so here, I'll prove it to you," I said, pulling out my wand from coats inside pocket. I pointed it to her keys which sat on the coffee table and muttered 'wingardium leviosa', making them flying over to the kitchen counter. Her mouth dropped open as she stared at the keys. "And this," I muttered 'incendio' at one of the tissues on the coffee table, it burning into ash. "There are loads of wizards and witches in Britain but we're sworn to secrecy due to the fact our kind were killed in the past. Muggles- people who can't do magic are kept in the dark about wizards and witches."

She stepped back from me a little, her eyes wide with shock. "H-how- what-,"

"It's not uncommon for wizards and witches to be with muggles but... but there's something else about me that even the wizarding community shuns," I whispered, knowing I needed to explain everything.

"W-werewolf?" She stuttered and I nodded.

"I'm not only a wizard but a beast. I'm a monster (y/n), a monster who, once a month, transforms into a beast. I'm not good for you (y/n), I could so easily hurt you. It'd be different if you were a witch because you could defend yourself with magic if I became uncontrollable but you're a muggle, and if I hurt you it would kill me. You deserve someone who's not going to put you in that kind of danger," I finished explaining.

She collapsed back on the sofa, clearly overwhelmed. "W-wow I- I don't even know what to say," she muttered and I nodded.

"Yeah... I guess I just wanted you to know that what I said last week on your balcony wasn't true. I do love you, and I care about you more than anything or anyone in this world but- mmph!" To my shock she leant in and pressed her lips against mine in a loving and gentle kiss. I couldn't help but kiss back, having missed her so much.

"Can't we at least try?" She whispered when we parted, her voice cracking and sounding as though she was on the verge of crying again.

"I don't know," I whispered, not wanting to look her in the eye in fear of caving. "People like me shouldn't- shouldn't-,"

"Shouldn't what? Be happy?" She asked and I sighed.

"I'd just be dragging you down. Your life would become a hundred times more difficult, and I just don't think I could do that to you," I admitted.

"Don't you think you're being a bit selfish?" She asked nonchalantly.

"Huh?"

"You haven't even stopped to question what I want. If what you've said is true, about loving me, then surely we'll be able to find a way through this," she said, cupping my cheek. I collapsed against her, wrapping my arms around her tightly, never wanting to let go.

"I don't think you know what you're letting yourself in for... even other wizards shun beasts like myself," I whispered against her.

"You're right, I probably don't know what I'm getting myself in for... but I'd like you to teach me," she said softly. I gulped and nodded.

"I love you (y/n), so much more than you know," I whispered and she pulled away, cupping my cheeks.

"I love you too Remus," she whispered and it felt as though my heart exploded. We kissed passionately, so glad we had made up and were now back together, this time as an official couple.