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HELLO??? I’M COMBUSTING I LOVE THIS

babysitter - dilf!remus lupin x reader

This incredible idea was given by my wifey @silverdelirium and I’m obsessed w it!! Hope u enjoy and pls pls lmk if you did! Also this is set up in a modern!au, so there are phones as well

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

Reader is of age!!

Warnings: smut, mean dom remus, dilf!babysitter remus, age gap, choking, oral (male receiving), throat fucking, vibrator use, pet names, degradation(lots)..and some praise, sir kink, lmk of any other warnings I should add<3 (all acts are consensual, safe word is in place)

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“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.” From the confines of the main living room, Remus’ unimpressed voice came firm with the dull sounds from the TV program he was watching in the background.

He places a beer bottle between his lips, taking a swig of the charring liquid and setting it down on the table beside him, eyes fixating on the doorknob which you’d attempted to slyly open up without making a peep, clearly fruitless seeing as the male was consciously aware of everything you were doing.

Murmuring a silent ‘shit’, you sigh heavily, optics rolling back into their sockets as you release the handle, throwing your hands up and then to your sides as indication that he’d caught you in the midst of an escape plan.

His eyebrows shoot up, awaiting your explanation of defense that was sure to come with a bout of lies, usually ones he could see right through.

You begrudgingly walk towards the vast space of the main room, shoulders slumping low as you reveal yourself to be all dolled up for a party downtown that practically everyone with a social life was attending.

Your sequined dress had Remus clearing his throat under his breath, visibly flustered with how skimpy the outfit was and how the lace neckline of it left very little to the imagination, revealing the curve of your tits pressing against the fabric.

He was coerced to rid himself of the trance he’d momentarily slipped into, “Explain yourself, young lady.”

The brunette comes to remember his role for the weekend as your babysitter, seeing as your parents were out on a short vacation and weren’t confident in leaving you home alone.

Though you were now an adult, you still lacked the maturity and logical thinking it took to be trusted in a big house all by yourself, so they decided to call in their right hand man to keep you in check.

You groan at Remus’ prompting of your admittance, too annoyed with the whole situation that had surfaced the second your parents left the driveway and you were suddenly on house arrest, not allowed any fun or vivacity until they returned.

“Okay fine, yes I was trying to sneak out.” You say matter-of-factly, dramatically plopping yourself down on the couch next to him and reaching for his half-empty beer bottle to relieve even a morsel of stress, immediately getting stopped with his veined hand encircling your wrist and pulling it back.

“I’m listening,” he lets go, giving you a warning look as you retreat away from the alcohol and return to your reasoning.

“Can you blame me? I mean, I’m 18, for crying out loud and my parents stuck me with a fucking babysitter! I’m not a child and I can take care of myself without you, Remus.”

You huff in that very same tone of brattiness that was the cause of you needing someone to watch over you to begin with, your arms folding across your chest as you slump into the cushions, glaring at the TV to avoid reprimand.

“Judging by the way you’re whining like one, I’d say it’s in everyone’s best interest that your parents left me with you.” He shamelessly scoffs, reaching for the remote so he can shut off the program, wanting his full attention to shift to you and your disobedience of the one rule that had been bestowed upon you.

Stay in the house at all times unless accompanied by your babysitter.

You uncross your arms, fiddling with the ends of your dress that just barely brushed your upper thighs and mindlessly tracing circles there.

“And that still doesn’t answer my question,” says Remus, stern with his tone when he didn’t receive a sufficient reply. “I asked you why you were trying to sneak out, and why the hell you thought you’d get away with it?”

You shrug indifferently, “There’s a party that everyone’s going to while I’m stuck cooped up in here, rotting away with my babysitter instead of getting high and fucked like the rest of my friends.”

Remus stifles a laugh, “And you didn’t think to ask me first?” He inquires as if it was a surprise to him that you’d just decided to slip away in hopes to escape his notice without permission.

“No offense Remus, but you’re not exactly the guy I would go to when scheduling where and when I’m making my plans.” You defiantly remark, finding great interest in your fingernails, for you seemed to be furiously picking at them rather than meeting the intense gaze of your caretaker.

“I see,” his voice becomes thicker with frustration. “And what else, hm? You’re not just going there for no one, right? Who’s the lucky bastard you’re getting all whored up for—oops, I meant dressed up,”

His deplorable comment was not without a sultry wink in your direction, making your stomach twist in a shockingly arousing way, hating how much you enjoyed him using such a disparaging phrase around you.

“Well, if you must know..I have a boyfriend. And he’s waiting for me right now, so if you could just not tell my parents about this and let me go I’d really fucking appreciate that-”

“A boyfriend, you say?”

His interest is piqued at the mention of you dating someone, discontent with the fact your intentions in attending this party was to hook up with this boy, despite him probably being another high school screw-up and completely wrong for you.

“What’s it to you?” You sneer, pulling out your phone so you can text your friend that you won’t be able to make it, courtesy of your asshole ‘babysitter’ that was hovering over you at every moment.

Remus found a perfect lead in to where he was going with this, knowing the night would turn violently sexual from the tension between you two.

And while it remained a securely kept secret from your parents, this wouldn’t be the first time you’d both embraced each other by fucking your stresses away; the first occasion happening over six months ago and the two of you had vowed to never speak of it again, although it was hard to not bring up now.

“Oh nothing, princess. It’s just that it surprises me, is all.”

You move your head away from the device, meeting his square in the eye with your tongue pressed against the inside of your cheek. “Oh yeah? And why is that, Remus?”

You adjust atop the couch, tucking your legs under your bottom and discreetly placing your heel right under the button of your clit, applying minuscule pressure there when Remus seductively ran his tongue over his lip, purposefully making you want to see more.

“It’s just, you’d think ever since I fucked you stupid that one faithful day,”

You cringe at the mention, him breaking the trusted promise of keeping it quiet.

“that you’d be in too deep to ever let another man touch you where I did.”

He was almost too nonchalant, leaning back in his chair and downing the rest of the alcohol, wiping the remains off of his chin with his thumb.

The male gave you another wink, forcing you to come to remember the way he did those exact motions on the night he ate your cunt out for the first time until you came, deja vu spiraling in your head by just the hand movement across his chin.

You grind down on your heel further, biting back a moan from just the right spot receiving contact. “How would you know I haven’t fucked anyone since you, hm? Don’t get so cocky, Rem.”

You wanted to drag out the banter, knowing arguing was foreplay for Remus because it gave him incentive to be merciless rather than soft.

“Oh pet, I know you haven’t gotten over me.” The nickname has you squirming, feeling the cushion beneath you develop a dark patch from your wetness trickling down your thighs.

His eyes shoot downwards to where you were slowly but surely using the heel of your foot to grind one out without him realizing, a smirk bleeding on his face when he did. Remus impatiently snaps his fingers and points to the empty space next to him.

“Come here.”

You don’t hesitate, heart leaping with his command and you make way to oblige by bounding up from your seat and sauntering over to the couch where he was lounged at, aptly placing yourself on your knees, of all positions, next to him as if it wasn’t obvious enough you wanted him to fuck you.

You hope for a dote of his appreciation for already knowing he’d want you on your knees, but it never came, instead he just mumbled a low ‘brat’, making you pout in disappointment.

“That’s how I know you’ve left your panties clear of any other men except for me.” He points to the obvious puddle of arousal that was left where you were previously at, the very same occurring right now in this new seat.

You stay quiet, placing your palms on the tops of your thighs and bowing your head in submission instinctively, wanting to make him equally as riled up as you were.

Remus grips your chin tightly with his thumb and pointer finger, moving your gaze upwards so he can see how lust-blown your eyes had already turned. “You’re not this wet just for anyone, baby. You know that, don’t you?”

The urge to keep up the faux-confident attitude surges back, making you tilt your head to the side and give him a small quirk of a smile. “Well I don’t know actually. Haven’t fucked me in so long I forgot how wet you used to get me. Usually it’s the other boys now that get my legs all spread out for them.”

You hear the low growl emit from Remus’ chest, jealousy burning in his veins as his hand shoots to the expanse your throat, eyes narrowing down at you to signal that you oughta shut up before he has to make you do it himself.

“That’s a fucking lie, you little whore. I know I’m the only one on your mind every time you play with that stupid hole of yours. I see that way you look at me at dinner, or my trousers rather, just waiting until you can leave the table and imagine m’cock destroying your insides to the buzz of a vibrator. I hear it all.”

Remus’ hand tightens twofold, making you go dizzy with pleasure when his exposure of you fuels the fire ignited in your belly.

“And as for the other boys you claim you’ve been sleeping around with,” Remus chuckles with a shake of his head.

“Well that’s a lie too. Because I know you’d only ever let someone else fuck you when you’re so deprived of my touch. And the second your so-called boyfriend lays a finger to your pussy, you’re moaning out my name and cumming to the thought of my head lodged between your thighs.”

With the one puff of oxygen he left space for you to intake, you breathily whisper his name. “Remus,”

Satisfied, he releases your throat from his daring hold, letting you clutch onto it as you cough from the lack of air, the male unconcerned with that and more interested on how he was going to make you grateful tonight you didn’t attend that party.

Remus’ head whips back to your flushed face, that had paled with his force, returning to its normal shade; dotted with small tears leaking from your eyes.

“It’s been two seconds, you bratty little thing, and you’re already crying? That was just a bit of harmless choking, just wait until I strip you down and ravage you raw. That’s when you’re really going to weep like a bitch.”

You writhe around in your spot, shaking your head feverishly with the fear that Remus was pissed at you and would use his anger to fuck you ruthlessly, his capabilities lying in such a rabid territory.

“Don’t shake your head at me, I know you don’t want me to stop.” He has a snark lacing his tone, hand rising to lightly swat against your cheek as your first warning, prepared to give you much more if needed.

“I-I don’t sir, thank you.” It’s as if a switch turned on within you, causing you to immediately submerge under his control, all insults or remarks dying on your tongue and becoming only gratitudes for the male to treat you like nothing of his worth.

“Good, because I’m not stopping until you’ve cum ten times over and are bruised beyond belief, you understand me?”

He has a stern finger pointing in front of your face, giving you zero time to give him a reply for he’s entangling a hand in your hair, yanking on the style locks and pulling you off the couch.

You yelp as he uses his grasp to maneuver you around like a wind-up toy, directing you to the space between his legs so you were eye-level with the bulge that had struck up moments ago.

“Ouchie! That hurts, Rem,” you protest, rubbing at your scalp to alleviate some of the affliction that now remained from his bold tugs.

Remus chuckles darkly, a sound that has your skin churning and your mouth shutting, anxious as to what trouble that little comment would get you into.

“That’s the least amount of pain you’re going to feel tonight. Better get used to it because I’m not taking any heed to your slutty complains.”

You remove the rubbing palm you’d placed to the pain point, setting your hands back into position as you moved your head up to peer kindly at him, awaiting his instructions so you didn’t accidentally do anything he didn’t want you to.

He looks down at you like the answer was obvious, giving you a ‘what’s taking so long’ kind of glance. “What are you, brainless or something? Suck,”

You feel another blow of agonizing pleasure wash over you when his hand grazes your cheek again, this time with more force.

“Sorry,” you grumble, restraining the fresh onslaught of tears that threatened to spill from the sting. Your hands fly to his belt buckle, out of practice in undoing it given that the last time you’d done something of the sort was your previous fling with Remus.

You make a small noise of discontent, unable to get the leather off from the loops of his jeans. You look up at him in a silent plea for help, but all he gives is an indelicate arch of an eyebrow.

“You’re that useless, little one?”

You’re expected to nod, so you do; albeit it wasn’t entirely true. “Yes sir,”

He sighs heavily, pushing your hands away from him and gritting his teeth as he undoes it for you. “Thank fucking god you’re not at that party now. No other guy would be as forgiving of you as I am.”

He acts as if his behavior towards you was gracious compared to what others would give you, but you both knew that was a lie.

You hear the clink of his belt come to the floor beside you, giving him an innocent grin to thank him.

“I assume you’re equipped well enough to take out m’fucking boxers, yeah? Or is your little brain too gone for that too?” Remus laughs, resting his arms on the top of the cushion in a relaxed motion, letting you take the lead and put on a show for him.

“Can do it, sir.” You babble, hooking your fingertips under the waistband of his undergarment and pulling it off, your head such that it hovered over his abdomen and right when you rid him of the clothing, his cock brushed lightly against your cheek—right where the bruise he left was.

“Fuck,” you whimper at the unexpected touch, Remus rolling his eyes at your foul language.

“Little girls don’t cuss, you know that. Actually, little girls shouldn’t speak at all, come to think of it. Their mouths are better used for giving proper head rather than talking back to their dominants.”

You sigh, giving him a curt nod of understanding and careening back on your limbs, getting comfy so you were more serene to suck him off and not as tensed.

You shuffle closer to the couch, parting your lips and letting your tongue lull out as a display for the male, hoping he’d grow fonder as the night went on and would ease up on you when needed.

“Oh shit, I almost forgot the best part,” Remus places a palm to his forehead as he comes to remember the little surprise he had planned out for you.

You deflate at his change of subject, and tuck the pink muscle back into your mouth, awaiting for him to tell you what the supposed ‘best part’ was.

“Move,” he taps your shoulder, indicating that you momentarily go to the side while he arranges the added factor he had set out.

He tugs up his boxers, covering his cock from sight, making you whine in discontent that you were so close to getting him to spur your oral fixation before he’d gotten up.

“What is it?” You whine as he pads over to his suitcase in the corner of the room, opening the front zip to where many unexpected items were stored. Mostly toys, some restraints, and even a pricey baby pink piece of lingerie.

Your mouth runs dry, realizing that Remus had known somewhere throughout his stay at your house, things would take a turn for the heated side and he wanted to be prepared.

This only makes you more wet, your thighs like magnets, gluing together for the friction you so desperately craved down there.

Remus digs through the bag, rummaging through the array of stock he had and finally pulling out probably the tiniest of instruments in there— a bullet vibrator.

You let a moan slip just from the sight of the small object. “What’s that for, sir?” Asking politely, you were all but hopeful that you would receive a reward following the throat fucking he was yet to give you.

“Well doll, I may be controlling but I’m not a cruel man. That little pussy of yours deserve some love too, doesn’t it?”

His other hand is holding the remote to said vibrator, thumb flicking experimentally over the various settings so he could feel just how much intensity that the toy would provide; and judging by the way it buzzed ever so powerfully even on the low scale of the modes, he knew you were going to have some fun with it.

“Lack back f’me,” Remus urges, taking you by surprise considering how you were almost certain he’d take his pleasure first and then come back to make you feel good, but he seemed to want both of you satiating your desires together at once.

You lean back on your elbows, unquestioning of the male’s intentions as you watch him kneel down so he was eye level with your dress that you’d bunched up to your hips, panties long gone and discarded beside you.

You keep a gaze locked onto the way he licked his lips at the tantalizing sight, groaning under his breath when he parted your folds with two fingers, almost baffled at just how wet you really were and how easy it would have been to cut the process short and shove his fingers past your entrance to make you cum right then and there.

You restrain yourself from begging for his own body against yours at that moment, wanting him to be the one to bring you to the edge and not just a measly toy that could never accomplish what he could.

But nevertheless, you spread your legs further, giving him a perfect angle to tuck the vibrator snug between your walls, admiring how tightly you clenched around them the second you felt any semblance of intrusion. “D-does this mean I get to cum with you, sir?”

You mumble, glossy eyes asking for his reassurance that you were in fact going to be granted what you’d been unknowingly craving from Remus.

You were expecting a straight-forward reply, but the mystification never ended with the brunette, so all you received was a half-interest scoff from him.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, pet. Once I start fucking this throat of yours, you’ll be too preoccupied to even think about cumming.”

You retract with a low sigh, but nonetheless nodding in agreement, not wanting to attempt negotiation only to end up with you getting nothing in return.

He watches the dull pulse of your cunt come to an uproar at the new placement of such toy, unable to wait to see how deliciously needy it would turn when he switched the flip on.

Remus gets up, daunting over to where he was previously sat at and this time tugging his boxers down with zero courtesy or patience, wanting to feel your mouth engulfing him as soon as possible.

You remember what you were there for, placing yourself back into position and leaning forward, delicately placing your soft hands at the base of his cock, wrapping timidly around it to elicit some sort of reaction from him.

It came in the form of a soft hitch and stuttering buck into your hand, making you squeak in the sense that it had become unfamiliar, and you were mildly nervous that you had done something wrong.

“S-sorry,” you pull your hands back, gazing up at him through thick lashes in search for some guidance on how to make him feel satisfied.

“Sorry for what, baby?” He tsks, burying a hand in your hand and petting you lightly, hoping it would help you relax. “For being a clueless, innocent little thing? Just wanting to make me feel good?”

“I dunno,” you murmur, taking his length back into your feathery touch and pumping it steadily, attempting to gain a rhythm before you take it into your mouth.

He couldn’t stand the feeling of just your tiny hands trying to get him off. Remus was hellbent on one thing and one thing only.

“For Merlins’ sakes y/n, just fucking suck me off before I turn mad,”

You hold back a troubled whimper at this, knowing you’d have to obey at once to gain his appraisal, for he was not one to vocalize how good he was feeling unless you were truly deserving of it. “Mkay,”

You feel his hand bunch your hair as he less of your head down, easing you onto his cock slowly but surely. The invasion came as a surprise to you from how far he reached down your mouth, tip prodding at the back of your throat right from the get-go.

Remus’ let’s out a hearty groan of relief, resisting the urge to start sloppily throat-fucking you without allowing you adjustment first.

You plant your hands firmly on the insides of his thighs, using the stability to keep yourself as close to him as possible.

However, you don’t start sucking just yet, you await your own pleasure that was promised to you before you gave him any.

Remus understands this, he gives you one final pet to your head and shakily reaches for the vibrator controller, flicking the switch on to a mid-setting so the dull buzz was barely audible, but still very impactful.

You moan onto his length, eyes tossed back in your head as waves of elation began rolling over you, so much power from such a tiny toy genuinely shocking you.

He smirks at your reaction to the pleasure, letting out a small laugh. “I only get the best of toys for my baby,”

And with that, he figures you’ve had enough time to get used to both sensations at once. “You want my cock, y/n? Want me to give this mouth a firm fucking before you tuck in for the night?”

Without a warning or a space of time for you to even babble an answer, Remus begins snapping his hips forward at an unforgiving pace, your eyes widening as a bout of pain stung within your throat from the vigor.

You shake your head as much as you could with the obvious restriction, tapping your hands against his thighs as a signal for him to slow down.

You couldn’t turn your line of vision to him, unaware of the fact he was tutting under his breath and not letting up. “You used to be able to take me all, bub. And you’d love it. What happened, hm?”

You can only let your response come when droplets of saliva dribbled from your lips, for you were in the poor attempt of gargling a reply for him. “Hurts,” and that in itself had you choking, realizing it’d be better off if you’d stay quiet to reduce your own struggle.

Remus doesn’t address you directly, but he does give his own solution to your issue by flicking the dial on the remote up by two notches, unexpectedly making the electrifying pleasure override the pain.

“That oughta keep you quiet, yeah?”

And that’s when he starts up again, using the grip on your hair to bob your head up and down on his cock forcefully, smirking at the gags you emitted from each nudge at the back of your throat.

As you let him take the rein and use your throat however he damn well pleasure, your focus shifted elsewhere, fidgeting around in the spot so you could angle the toy such that it was nuzzled to hit your g-spot with every quiver it made.

This has you letting out involuntary squeaks and squeals of pleasure, the vibration shooting up the length of his cock and making the need for him to release inside of your mouth steadily increase.

“Does that feel nice, little one? Tell me how good ‘m making you feel by letting both of your holes get my attention,”

Knowing it was rhetorical, you gave your answer by hollowing your cheeks so you could better suck him off, remembering that particular motion always had him a moaning mess just like you were now.

“Must be pretty good then,” he mumbles under his breath, hand falling to the remote so he can switch the level to one higher than it was currently, allowing you as much as you couldn’t get before he forced you to cum with him.

You squirm around, the friction hitting you in just the right spots that your vision was turning blurry and the tears that leaked from your eyes were no longer just from the merciless throat fucking, it was a mixture from the need to cum but being unable to let him know such.

You tap his thigh again, pulling back by less than an inch so you could just barely murmur a ‘wanna cum’ before being shoved back down by his hips thrusting up into your mouth again.

“You’re not very mannerful, are you doll? You don’t stop my pleasure because you’re craving your own.” His breath hitches as he explains to you that you should be grateful for what he’s giving you. “I’d be in my right mind to leave you like this after I cum and let you think about why it is that you don’t deserve it,”

His words pierce through your skull, making your head pound as well as your throat constrict around him, all of the added blurs making you sob further at the prospect of him using you as his little cumdump and then heading out without a second glance in your direction.

“But,” Remus whispers, “I’m not going to do that. I want you as my perfect little pet, and I want to make you happy. So you may cum with me,”

His affirmation that you were allowed to reach your high made you anxious for him to hit his, so you upped your game by going faster and taking him deeper, if possible.

Your nose nudged the tufts of curls that made up his happy trail, brushing against it to make a small whimper fall from his lips, knowing how sensitive he’d be there.

“You got your wish baby,” His voice turns to a strain, hips lifting off the couch and back down as he reaches to the armrest as stability. “Cum right now,”

It was all you managed to hear for the next minute or so, the sound of his allowance filling your ears to the brim as you felt them get stuffed with a metaphoric cotton, losing all senses as you tipped off the edge.

With the grant of permission, you were sent off into the seventh Heaven with him, making a mess all over the bullet vibrator and on the carpet beneath you.

You swallowed his load as he came, taking it all down without even a wince of complaint, understanding this was a privilege for you and you were to be nothing but thankful—which you most definitely were.

You were unaware of how loud you both were being, only coming to realize it when you thought about your next door neighbor listening in to you and Remus cumming to one another.

Time passed in the blink of an eye, the toy shut off and your cheeks still damp with tears as he merely just lets himself lay in your mouth, catching his breath while still waiting to let you intake the oxygen you’d been deprived for minutes on end.

Remus pulls out of your mouth, your head lulling forward to rest on his thigh as you struggle to return your breathing to normal, small coughs eliciting from the strength it took to properly inhale and exhale again. “I’m so proud of you baby, took m’cock like such a obedient little thing,” he praises, making you smile bashfully.

“T-Thank you,” you whisper, feeling soothed by his loving words and the way his fingers ran through your locks, nails barely grazing your scalp. “Thank you so much, Rem,”

The male leans down, kissing the top of your head and smiling fondly down at you, uninterested in moving around anytime soon and snatching away your comfort. “Anytime for my precious little girl.”

You don’t sense it, but possessiveness flickered in his eyes, making him unable to resist. “But y’wanna know how you can really thank me?”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, humming lowly to let him proceed. “Yeah?”

“Tomorrow morning, you’ll break up with that pathetic boyfriend of yours f’me, pet.”

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This is so long but I just couldn’t stop writing it aljdksns <3 Hope u enjoyed and pls don’t hesitate to interact w the fic, it helps so so much!

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