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“P.. professor lupin?” you ask softly, knocking on his door with a gentle, backhanded knock. You hear a low growl from inside, something as feral as a direwolf’s.
“Go.. away….” you hear your professor say, though his words come out as more of a scratchy, strained snarl.
“Professor… what’s going on?” you say softly, placing your hand on the door, genuinely concerned for him. Though you’re a werewolf just like him, your parents have kept you sheltered, unaware of the dangers of a heat or rut season.
“I…I said leave!” he booms from inside the room, his voice a loud, angry growl. He doesn’t want to be angry, but he knows it’s dangerous for you to be even outside the door, let alone in the room with him.
“Professor.. Please. I need the extra lessons.” You whimper a little at his tone, but persist. You need the extra lessons, and he said he’d tutor you every Friday, no matter what.
He growls a little, then smells you through the door. You’re a female… young, fertile, and unclaimed. He can’t help himself. He needs you, now. But, first.. He has to explain.
“Darling… Do you know about heat? And rut?” he asks, in the softest tone he can achieve in his current, disheveled state.
“I mean, I've heard the words, but… i don’t know what it is…” you say quietly, sitting against the door, ready to listen.
“Well…” he starts, leaning against the door with his eyes closed. “For male wolves, like myself, they go into rut. It’s… intense. And, slightly painful for the male…” he pauses, a hard, forceful tremor racking through his body, a result of his rut. “R-rut… it’s breeding season.”
“O-oh.” you mutter, flustered with his bluntness. “So… if rut is… that… what’s heat?” you ask softly.
‘Heat is like.. Rut, for females. It’s intense for both genders, and humans don’t get heat, or rut. It’s exclusive to werewolves, and other canines, and felines.” he says. “Currently, darling, I'm in rut… it’s difficult without a mate.”
“Professor… Do you need some help? I… I don't have a… a mate. I’m not in heat, but… maybe I could hang out with you? Please?” you say, desperate to help him, even if you don’t fully understand.
“Darling… it’s not safe for you… I could hurt you, or maybe my wolf would take over, and force you to knot.” he says, almost instantly cut off by you.
“What’s knotting?” you say. You’re curious, and a little confused, but eager to learn from an experienced male.
“Well…” he starts, letting out a soft chuckle. Your innocence is endearing, and he’s happy to teach you, even if it’s a bit difficult being around a female right now. “Knotting…. Well, it’s a bit hard to explain. When a male knots a female… it’s like a balloon, almost. It… fills, at the base of a male’s reproductive organ, and stores seed. When it goes into a female, it locks the mated pair together, raising the chance of the female getting pregnant.” he explains, hoping it’s enough for you to go off of.
“So… it’s like a baby key?” you say innocently, hoping you understood correctly.
He lets out a low chuckle, his voice rough with need. “Yeah, darling… something like that.”
“Can… Can I come in now? I… I really want to help.” you say softly.
“Sweetheart… that would be wrong of me. I’m an old, worthless male…” he chuckles bitterly, than sighs. “It would be wrong to claim a young female like yourself. You don’t have a mate, but you have a much higher chance of getting one than a beat up male like myself.” he says.
“Professor… i… what day was your first rut? What day, what month?” you ask suddenly, getting an idea.
“April…. 20th.” he says, confused, but playing along anyway.
“Morning, or night?” you ask, excitement in your voice.
“Umm…. morning, i think. Why, sweetheart? What’s going on?” he says, wanting some explanation.
“Uhm… professor, we’re soulmates. My… My first heat was April 20th, as well. In the morning hours.” you say, both excited and dumbfounded.
“Oh…. wow. So… you’re saying… i can…..” he doesn’t finish, swinging open the door and grabbing you. He pulls you into his chest, locking the door and burying his face in your neck, scenting you. He kisses and nips at the skin, softly suckling to leave gentle but highly visible marks.
You gasp, your arms slipping around his neck as you hold onto him. He's heavily scarred from shifts passed, and you find it quite attractive. Most wolves with that many scars are very strong, and it’s seen as a sign of respect.
His hands slip under your shirt, his eyes closed as he feels your body, committing every curve and imperfection to memory. You’re his mate. Now. forever. It’s overwhelming, in the best ways possible. You start to scent him as well, nuzzling his neck and chest to leave pheromones. He smiles, enjoying the fact that you seem to care about him just as much as he cares about you.
“My… my name is remus.” he pants, his voice rough with need.
“I’m… andrea.” you say against his throat, placing a gentle kiss to his Adam's apple.
He groans, his slight claws easily digging into your hips. “Fuck, sweetheart…” he pants. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out if you keep this up…” he groans, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Is that supposed to be a threat?” you tease, placing your hands on his chest. You start to grind softly on him, unbuttoning his shirt.
He growls, his hands clamping onto your thighs. He tries to stop you, his erection hot and throbbing against you, his cock fully unsheathed in his pants.
You gently slip off his shirt, taking in the sight of his scarred, ‘ruined’ chest. You gently trace his scars with nimble fingers, running along every old scratch from fights, shifts, and other accidents.
he takes off your shirt, his hands slipping under your bra. His thumbs trace around your nipples as he looks down at your stomach, flat, underlying with muscles. He groans, imagining you, round and heavy with his many pups. He leans down, fiercely ripping your bra off, taking one of your breasts into his mouth. His eyes roll back slightly, sucking on your nipple, occasionally raking his teeth across your areola and the sensitive, stiff peak.
You moan, eyes closed in bliss as you hold onto his shoulders, feeling as he alternates between breasts, treating both with lavish attention. You grind, desperate for friction.
He leaves your breasts alone, slipping off your pants, and tossing you onto the bed. He rips off your panties, taking off his pants and boxers. His cock is rock hard, and red like a wolf’s, even in his human body. The knot at the base is slightly visible starting to swell.
You’re panting beneath him, and he pants above you, forcing your thighs apart and guiding his tip into your wet, tight heat. You moan, grabbing his shoulders and hugging him, tight.
He groans, pushing in a little further. He starts kissing you, marking you as his as he lets you adjust to his cock.
You tremble slightly, letting out a soft whimper. You’re ready for him to move.
He bites your neck, latching on as he starts to thrust. He growls, fucking you harder with every thrust, going deeper and faster. He’s relentless, pounding you with a force that nears feral.
The bed shakes with every thrust, and your hips hurt in the best way possible, feeling like his cock will split you in two.
He snarls, pounding harder. His knot starts to swell, trying to force its way into you, stretching your entrance.
Your eyes roll back as his knot finally slips in, a visible bulge outside your body where the knot is. He grinds, completely immersed in your tight, virgin walls, dumping his load into your womb. It’s real. You’re soulmates. He claimed you.
You look up at him, love, admiration and satisfaction in your eyes. He kisses you, gentle and kind, compared to the roughness of his thrusts.
You smile, kissing him back, your arms gently slipping around his neck in a happy, half-assed hug.
You sit there, caught up in each other’s scents and arms, waiting for his knot to deflate. It’s a minor inconvenience, but you both don’t mind, happily curled up in each other’s arms.
Soon enough, he deflates, pulling out of you. He doesn’t let go, still holding you tight.
He looks down at you, love and admiration in his eyes. Though he’s slightly guilty, he feels proud, seeing his marks across your body in the form of bites and hickeys. He nuzzles your neck, scenting you.
As Remus shifts onto his back, you curl up at his side. Your arms slip around him, and you hug him, laying on your side, curled into his chest.
He smiles, his arm around your back, your head on his shoulder. Your leg slips between his thighs from above, and one from underneath, bear hugging yourself to him. He smiles, placing his hand on your ribcage, just below your breast. His other hand rests on your hip.
You let out a happy little purr, nuzzling against his neck and holding onto him.
He smiles, feeling like the happiest man in the world. You’re his mate. Forever. Even if he’s an older man, and you’re a young girl, it’s ok.
You knew… you knew he was your soulmate. From the instant you smelled his rut, and you loved it. And he loves that. He feels slightly bad, knowing that you could’ve gotten a mate much closer to your age. Hell, you’re a fifth year, and he’s a teacher in his mid forties. It makes him so, so happy that he finally has a mate. Someone who loves him, completely and unconditionally.
You nuzzle against him like a kitten, wanting love, and cuddles. Your hand draped over his chest starts to gently trace a pattern, connecting the edges like one big connect-the-dots puzzle.
Just then, Severus knocks on the door.
“Remus, we need to discuss lesson plans.” he says, letting himself in. it’s an extremely inconvenient situation, being that you’re both a minor, and a student.
Severus’s eyes widened in surprise, seeing his fellow professor, cuddled in bed with a student. Naked.
“Remus! What in Merlin's name is happening here!?” Severus shouts, looking like he’s about to pop a nerve.
“I- i- well-” remus stammers, his hold on you tightening as he fumbles an explanation.
“You what?” severus says, fuming. “Thought it was appropriate to sleep with a girl, what, 20 years younger? 30 years?” he says, absolutely enraged.
“She’s my soulmate. My permanent mate, now. I bred her. I claimed her. And, i apologize, but there’s nothing you can do about it, severus.” remus says firmly, still cradling your small, practically asleep form. You yawn, placing your head in his neck.
Severus sighs, defeated. He walks over to remus’s desk, grabbing a chair and pulling it beside the bed. “So…” he starts, rubbing a hand over his face. “You and her are.. Mated? Through… what? Just.. sex?” he says, trying to understand the situation. “This is illegal, remus. She’s so young… you’re her teacher. You took advantage of her, and we both know it.” severus says. He sighs, running a hand through his hair.
“Severus… she was my soulmate. So what if i’m older?” remus says.
“So what? So what?! Having intimate relations with a minor is illegal, remus! Werewolf or not, this is… this is sick!” severus says, completely blindsided by remus’s backwards logic.