Hello Darlin' ˚₊🛻⊹⋆
"Look up, darlin', let me kiss you Just for old time's sake Let me hold you in my arms one more time” Hello Darlin' - Conway Twitty
Synopsis: your car breaks down on the side of the road and a mysterious stranger comes to rescue you, except he is no stranger, he's your insufferable ex boyfriend, Remus John Lupin, who seems to have his own unsettled business with you.
Taglist: 18+ MDNI, they FREAK in this, fem!reader, car sex, piv, rough sex, fingering, back shots, reader & Remus are exes, somewhat dom!Remus & sub!reader, sorta brat!reader, ruined orgasm (reader receiving), semi public (they're on the side of the road), he's a cowboy :)
Wordcount: 2.5k
Authors Note: okay this is finally done!! have I been working on this since like July? yes. Has it been worth it? idk you tell me. Also this is the first part in a five part series consisting of one shots with all the marauders and then a cheeky little extra fic for the end!
Stay tuned for part 2!
“Shit!” you shouted. “Of course this happens! Now of all times.”
You shoved your way out of your old, not-so-trusty car, popping open the hood, smoke steadily flowing out and into the open air. You were fuming. You knew your car was old and mediocre at best, but it still worked fine and drove you to work and back.
Though today, on this evening, on your trip home from work, all of a sudden smoke is blinding you from under the hood of your car. You knew you didn’t have enough money to get it fixed, let alone the resources to make it to a payphone. You were miles away on the side of the road, not a car in sight.
You ran a hand over your face, biting your knuckles in frustration. It wasn’t like you even had anyone to call; besides, you were too prideful anyway.
With nothing better to do, you climbed on top of the roof, lying down while you watched the sun slowly creep further west in the sky. You decided nobody was coming to get you. Whatever, maybe tomorrow you would make the walk back to town, back to anywhere, honestly. That was, unless the coyotes got you first.
You ended up dozing off, basking like a lizard in the afternoon sun. Right then you heard the drone of an engine pulling up behind you. Your body jolted straight up, turning to see who pulled up in that rusted old truck.
A tall, muscular cowboy stepped out. Dressed in a tight white shirt, snatched jeans, and a felted hat.
For a moment, your heart fluttered. This was straight out of some fantasy: a helpless girl on the side of the road waiting for a handsome cowboy to come pick her up. You just didn’t know if the fantasy catered more to you or to him; that was just before you saw who exactly it was.
Remus John Lupin.
Of course, out of all people who could have pulled up, it had to be your brooding ex-boyfriend.
“Jesus, y/n, how long have you been out here?”
That stupid smug smile was anchored on his face like always.
You quickly pushed yourself off the roof of your car, landing on the dirt and marching over to him.
“No. Oh no. No, you don’t—I am actually just enjoying my time.” You put your hands to his chest, pushing him back to his truck.
“With a broken-down car? On the side of the road?” He gave a skeptical tilt of the head as he took the piece of straw out of his mouth, putting it back in the side of his hatband. Pushing past you—unfazed—as he sauntered to the hood of your car, taking a good look at the engine.
“Remus!” You protested, following at his heel.
“You busted the engine.” He spoke flatly, the words slipping off of his tongue while basking in his thick accent.
“Well. I’m—It's—"
Remus cuts you off, “You don’t have to say anything.”
You looked taken aback.
Why was he acting like this? So… nice. It’s not that Remus was ever not nice; you just expected that he would take this opportunity to revel in the fact that you needed him.
You opened your mouth once more to rebuke why he was acting like this.
“You can’t drive with it like this. I mean, unless you wanted to have your car involuntarily implode.”
“Would that be what it takes to keep you away?” You countered his statement with a cutthroat one of your own. You knew it was a deep cut and that it was rude, but part of you didn’t care.
Remus scoffed, stunned by your cruel words.
He didn’t mean to upset you; in fact, when he recognized your car on the side of the road, he didn’t even have to stop, but he chose to do that because he wanted to make sure you were okay.
He recalled the events of your breakup, the yelling, and the words exchanged—ones that could never get taken back. It was messy; both of you knew that, but that’s just how your relationship was. The fighting back and forth, yelling, you shoving him, him catching your wrist, him pulling
you in for a kiss after catching your wrist, you immediately melting, then fucking on the nearest surface to you until both of you were so spent you forgot what the argument was in the first place. That was until the fight that ended you both, and maybe it truly was for the best; you surely hadn’t been the best together, and you knew deep down he deserved some girl better than you—one who wouldn’t give him shit and find something to be upset about every waking hour of the day.
It had been months since you broke up, yet he thought things would at least be better? At least to the point where when he showed up to help you off the side of the road—maybe even give you a courteous ride home—it wouldn’t be a big deal.
“Is that what you want?” He finally said after the moments of silence following the settlement of your cruel words.
“I just don’t need you to always be here trying to help me!”
“Jesus, don’t get your panties in a twist.”
Your face heated, “They’re not—and don’t say the word ‘panties’ ever again.”
“Then don’t make me.” His head was tilted down while he looked at you.
God, that look. It was the look that made you melt time and time again. Your stomach fluttered just at the sight of it, warmth filling deep in your torso.
He took notice of your flustered state, smiling to himself.
Remus Lupin was not the kind of man to bask in your misery, but he was the kind of man to bask in just how flustered you got, even when he barely did anything to you. Like now, one look, one glance, and he could plainly see you were a blushing mess for him. The thoughts tempted his mind; they always did, but he knew better than to act on them.
“Do you need a ride home? Need me to call a bus? Or—” He left the question open-ended for you to answer.
You knew those were your only two options. It wasn’t like your house was far, but regardless, you didn’t have the money for the bus. Although did you really want Remus’ pity on you?
It was like he could read your mind. He took a long sigh before turning back from you and striding to his truck.
You frowned.
He turned back to you. “Well, come on now—”
“But I never said I would go with you!” You shouted while he closed the door to his truck and started the engine.
“You know you want to—” he called out to you while cranking down the window.
“Get out.”
"What?"
“Get out of the truck, y/n.” He growled, his voice in a grim, low tone. The two of you had only made it a few miles down the road when your casual bickering must've gotten to him. You had only seen him be this serious a few times, and never were you receiving the full blow of it. God, it was scary the way he had snarled, like a wild beast.
Your smile quickly ran from your face before you obeyed his command, climbing off your seat, which only made your skirt ride higher, and landing with both boots on the side of the road.
Was he really kicking me out of his truck? I thought it was just playful banter, completely harmless.
You waited for the engine to start up and for Remus to leave you stranded. Instead, you heard the driver's side door slam closed and the sound of his heavy footsteps circling the truck. You were too confused to even register what was going on.
Part of you wondered if he was about to make sure you were left out here, truly helpless, for the rest of the night. The other part of you just wanted to know why he also got out of the truck.
You finally saw his large silhouette approach you; that grim look remained on his face. You swallowed hard.
"...Remus?" you asked, voice soft and laced with that unsure fear that clouded your thoughts.
Before you could say anything else, he harshly grabbed you, pulling you close to him, enveloping your lips in a kiss.
You choked back a gasp, kissing him back, pushing yourself into his touches with an equal force.
Just two bodies colliding.
He pinned you against the warm metal of the truck, kissing you even deeper. You pushed your hips against his, and that’s when you felt it. Remus was rock hard. Now you got it; your teasing, playful banter was driving him mad, and he couldn’t take it anymore.
You smirked into the kisses as you freed one hand to carefully palm his hard-on.
He hissed, pulling away from your sweet lips and tugging your hand away.
"Shh—" He chokes out your name, “n-not yet, baby.”
You let out a small, pathetic whine as he instantly starts kissing you again, his hand making its way under your skirt. He runs his cracked and worked knuckles against your underwear.
"Fuck, you’re soaked.” He hums against your lips, tugging on the thin fabric covering your core. You covered your mouth to stop yourself from letting out a loud moan, a moan that soon turned into a needy whine once he removed his hand entirely.
In one swift movement Remus hoisted you up, legs wrapping around his hips, as he opened the creaking door to his truck, splaying you out on the upholstered bench seat of his pickup.
He just stood there, eyes glinting yet dark–hungry–while he towered over you. One of his large calloused hands spreads your thighs apart, the other gently sliding up and down your clothed cunt.
You whimper, you actually whimper, this was just so out of the ordinary for him. It seemed as though Remus was savoring this moment. Taking it slow as if in the chance he rushed it the whole affair would be over just as soon as it began.
“Remus–” you coo, hips bucking as if that could provide you any more friction to aid in the building ache.
“Baby–” He chuckles, voice low, “so needy, practically beggin’ for me.”
He stops his small ministrations, pulling the small bundle of cloth off your legs and shoving them deep in the back pocket of his blue jeans. Without missing a beat he plunges two fingers into your core. Your back arches at the sudden sensation of his rough and calloused fingers stretching you out.
“Fuck I missed this.” He groans at the sight, his spare hand going down to palm his painful hard on.
You turn your head to look up at him—the hunger and desperation in his eyes of everything he held pent up since you two split. Your eyes trail down the broad silhouette of his shoulders until you see his hand working himself through his blue jeans.
God you could’ve come at the sight–him being all worked up for you–and then his fingers curl and they press right at that gummy spot deep inside of you.
"Remus—" you finally say through incoherent moans, “just give it to me, baby, please—I need you.”
You watched as something snapped inside him. That hunger grew darker, so much darker. He quickly removed his fingers, sucking the remaining juices before unbuttoning his pants. Your walls started their spasm clenching helplessly around nothing as the tall man ruins your orgasm leaving you needy, yet also completely spent.
In a matter of seconds Remus had you bent over on the bench of the seat with your ass hanging out the side of the truck as he rams into you again and again.
Now this was the Remus you recognized, the one that was far from that put together man that he let others see. The one that was slowly unravelling right in front of you.
Your hands were outstretched in front of you, trying to grip onto the fabric seats of the truck as your face was smushed down and down again and again.
God, this felt good—too good. You were already so overstimulated from your previous orgasm that this was damn near torture. Except it felt so, so good.
Remus definitely had the longest dick out of every man you had ever been with, and he certainly knew how to work it too. With every roll of the hip, his tip kissed your cervix, every time you clenched you felt that vein on his underside, every grab of your hips just sent your eyes rolling to the back of your head every single time.
Your walls fluttered around him and Remus knew you were close. Deep within him he could feel he was close too, and he was fighting like a madman to stop the urge of speeding up and finishing right then and there. The truth was he felt bad for the state he left you in earlier, and he wanted you to finish first. So his muscular arm curled under your body, propping you up and reaching for your clit, rubbing it softly, so gently in comparison to the rate at which he was pushing himself into you.
He leaned closer which not only gave him the perfect spot to lean down and kiss that sweet spot behind your ear but also adjusted his position inside you to where he was perfectly aligned with that tender spot once more.
You gasped at the touch, back arching like a cat, brows curling upwards, thighs tensing, and body fully releasing. God, your orgasm ripped through you as if it was the first time you ever came in your life. You had never believed when people said they blacked out, but fucking hell, you swear you just saw stars.
“Fuck, baby—you're going to make me—" A low guttural–primal–moan fell from his lips as he quickly pulled out, leaving long spurts of cum to be released all along your back.
You whined at the sensation and at the fact that you weren't even able to form any real words. Remus leans in close, brushing hair from your ears and reaching for your mouth and giving you his fingers. You frown softly, wondering what this was for, but quickly oblige, realizing he was just feeding you his own cum off your back.
He let out a dry chuckle at the sight of you sucking his fingers like your life depended on it. Remus pulled back, placing a kiss to his own cum soaked fingers and leaning his weight against the truck door while he pulled his pants back up and fixed your skirt and blouse.
"How about we get you home now, darlin'?" He asks with that southern drawl of his brushing your hair out of your face and leaving you to get in the drivers side of his pick up like nothing happened.
"How about you give me my underwear back?" You say sharply while propping yourself back up in your seat and closing the door.
"Nah—think I earned em’." He turns the key to the truck, glancing at you with that smug smirk on his face.
You blushed furiously, biting your knuckles and turning to look out the window.
Remus Lupin had you down bad, and god, you couldn’t feel happier.