Tennessee Whiskey
Beth Dutton x f!reader
Rated: Explicit
You shuffle into the bedroom, absolutely fucking exhausted from the night before, and when you see Beth’s dark gaze eyeing you, her hand clutching a half-empty bottle of whiskey, you rub your face in your hands.
Well, at least she only drank half.
“Where the hell have you been?”
You wince at her tone.
“Rip took us to the bar for Lloyd’s birthday. Teeter got into a bar fight and I defended her.” You flop down on the armchair, body heavy and tired. “They ended up taking me to jail for disorderly conduct.”
Beth takes a swig of her drink and stares at you with an unreadable expression.
“Why the hell did Teeter get into a fight?”
"Some drunk woman told her she was going to take Colby home and fuck him and that she could watch. She socked the woman in the face and all hell broke loose." You sigh, feeling your aching muscles as you recall the fight and toss your phone on the coffee table. "They took my phone, and it's been dead since I got it back."
Beth finally cracks a smile. “Of course they did. Sounds like Teeter all the way.”
You breathe out in relief at her eased demeanor.
But it’s short lived.
“So what, they just released you early?”
Shitttttt.
Sheepishly you look away, your eyes darting around the room. Looking anywhere but at her. “Not exactly…”
You can’t see it, but you know she raises an eyebrow at you. “What do you mean, ‘not exactly’?”
Cautiously, you return your gaze to her scrutinizing one. “Jamie… helped me by working his lawyer magic to get me out.”
Her eyes narrow and she slowly leans forward in her chair, resting her arms on her legs as her gaze narrows in, trapping your gaze in its intensity.
“You called Jamie?”
Yikes. You didn’t know her voice could get that low.
“He’s the only lawyer I know and I wanted the fastest way to get home to you.” You babble nearly at the speed of light, shame written all over your face.
She takes another swig of whiskey.
“Why didn’t you call me?”
If possible, you shrink down further into yourself, wishing you were a turtle who could hide in its shell. “I was… afraid all hell would break loose. I’m sorry, baby.”
“If you were so afraid of all hell breaking loose…” Oh my god, did her eyes get darker? “Why did you call Jamie?”
Uh oh. You know that tone. You’ve heard that tone before. But not directed at you. Never at you.
"You and Jamie may hate each other, but for some reason, he tolerates me. I didn't want to get you or the family in any trouble and I knew he'd be able to find some loophole to get me out." You shrug, giving the honest to god truth and you just hope it works.
There’s no response, and she doesn’t look at you either as she sets the bottle of whiskey down on the table hard with a ‘thud’, and leans back in her chair, bringing one hand up to chew on her fingernail -an anxious habit you’d learned she hides very well from everyone.
You stand and cross -carefully, like approaching a wild animal- to where she sits and you slowly sink down into her lap, straddling her thighs and you cup her face with your hands. The feeling of her legs under your thighs where your skirt rides up, the warmth, so delightful.
Beth fixes you with a glare, but you know she’s trying her hardest to be angry with you on her lap like this when her arms encircle your waist.
“I’m mad at you, you know.”
You nod. “I know.”
“You know I really, really hate Jamie, right?”
You nod again. “You’ve mentioned it.”
She shifts under you and her seething expression softens just a hair. Her eyes stare past you.
“Do you want me to get up so you can keep being mad at me?”
Her arms tighten just a hair. “No. You stay right where you are.”
“Okay.” Your thumbs instinctively rub the skin of her cheeks where you’re cupping them and her eyes soften further.
She takes a deep breath.
“How the hell are you so good at making me not mad at you?” She asks in an irritated tone, though there’s no bite, and a small smile pulls at your lips.
“I’ve had a lot of practice.”
She mirrors your smile just a tiny bit and her arms pull you a little closer.
Finally, you’re getting somewhere.
“I really am sorry Beth.” Her hands slide up from your waist to your back, fingers splaying over your shirt as you apologize again.
You gaze sincerely into her eyes and you can see what’s under the anger, the irritation.
Hurt.
Your mind floats back to the moments she’d been so soft with you: letting you take care of her when she didn’t really need it, kissing your eyelids when she thought you were asleep, always reaching for your hand under the dining room table to squeeze it.
Everything she’d trusted you with -her past, her fears, her habits. Everything you’d trust her with -your dreams, your insecurities.
And you didn’t trust her to take care of you. To help you. To save you when you’d needed it.
Instead, you’d gone to the one person on this planet she despised and distrusted more than anyone else.
“I should have called you instead.”
She sighs and her face softens as her fingers dig into your back a little.
“Promise me you’ll never do that again. If you ever need bail money or help in the future, you call me. Not Jamie.”
“I promise.”
She pulls you flush against her, shoving her face into the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply through her nose. “I’m really not mad at you anymore, you know... But I’m going to keep up the act so can you keep apologizing to me.”
Oh, you have no problem with that. “I can do that.” You murmur as your hands slide up to cup the sides of her neck, pulling her gently back from you, and you lean in to press soft kisses to her jawline. “I’m sorry, baby.”
You can hear her swallow and her voice comes out slightly strained. “Keep going…”
Lips drag along her jawline and then up to her cheeks, peppering kisses along the soft skin there. “I was wrong. You’re right. I should have called you.”
Her hands slide back down to your waist and squeeze as she grumbles. “Damnit. You win.”
A satisfied smile pulls at your lips before you press a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth. “I think we’re both winners here.”
She gives a frustrated grunt and reaches one hand up to grip your jaw, holding you in place as she turns to press a firm kiss to your lips, making you shiver a little. “You’re trouble, you know that?”
Oh… that’s a better tone…
“You like me because I’m trouble.”
Her other hand leaves your waist to snake up into your hair, gripping tightly as she kisses you again, pushing her tongue between your lips, demanding entrance to your mouth to kiss you deeply. God, you love when she’s like this.
“Damnit. Yes I do.” She growls against your lips before she hungrily reclaims them, fist in your hair and grip on your jaw keeping you firmly where she wants you as she devours your mouth. When she gives your hair a little tug your hips jerk forward against her and you whimper. “Oh, Beth-”
Teeth sink harshly into your bottom lip and you cry out softly.
“Say my name again. Say it just like that.”
Her hand leaves your jaw and slides down to your leg, running along the bare skin below your skirt.
“Beth…” You breathe, and her fingers dig into the flesh of your thigh to yank you more firmly against her, and she lets out a shaky breath.
Oh.
She’s been pent up all night.
“I need you. Now.”
Beth was most often dominant when it came to your sex life, her sultry and seductive nature always turning you into a puddle, but it was rare that she became demanding like this -her voice firm, ringing out clear orders.
She yanks your hair again, making you gasp.
“Take me, I’m yours-”
Her lips crash into yours again, kissing you hard and fast before pulling your head back to gain access to your neck, nipping and licking her way down the expanse of skin, and you just know you’re going to look like an assault victim after this.
Her teeth sink harshly down into the junction of your neck and your shoulder, making your hips jerk forward again as you cry out. “Fuck- Beth!”
A low groan reaches your ears as her hand leaves your hair in favor of snaking up under your shirt, teasing the skin of your stomach and then just below your breasts.
“You like when I’m a little rough with you, baby?” She asks, tone far too innocent for how she’s unraveling you. In a moment, she yanks your shirt up over your head, tossing it across the room and she buries her face in your chest, leaving more marks wherever she can find unblemished skin. “I want all of you…”
Your hips instinctively grind down against hers as you whimper again. “Take all of me, I'm yours…” You murmur out again in a strained voice, and it becomes a yelp when her nails dig into your thigh just below your skirt.
“Oh, I’m going to do more than just take.”
Jesus Christ.
Her hand on your thigh snakes up under your skirt, tracing the skin until she reaches your underwear line, lightly tracing the hem, and you squirm, grinding down again.
“Beth…” You whine as your head falls forward, resting on her shoulder as her fingers finally glide over your underwear, rubbing you oh-so-lightly through the fabric.
“I wanna hear you beg for more, baby.” She purrs and shifts in the chair.
All sense of pride having fled your body the moment she kisses you, beg you do as you grind down harder.
“Please, please… Beth, baby… I need-”
Oh.
That’s…
What…?
Beth chuckles darkly in your ear as your brain malfunctions, the entire English language leaving your mind when you feel something pressing back up against your soaked core now that she’s shifted.
“Beth, is that…” you squirm in her lap and a ‘zing!’ shoots through you when you realize what she’s wearing under her pants, “...were you planning on punishing me when I got home?”
Another dark chuckle as her hand moves from your underwear to the swell of your ass and squeezes. You grind down again, moaning at the bulge that presses up against you.
“Beth, am I going to be able to walk tomorrow?”
That hand snakes up to your hip and grips tightly, holding you still, and her voice comes out firm. “No, you’re not. You’re going to be walking with a limp. You’re going to feel me every time you take a step.”
Your hips jerk forward at her words, a rush of heat shooting between your legs. “Holy shit, baby-”
“No moving.” Her voice rings out through the room and you stop your squirming, using every last shred of effort you have to hold still.
Beth lets her hand that’s not on your hip roam your body, sliding from your thighs up to your bare chest, her eyes hungrily glazing over your flushed form as you stare back at her, lip between your teeth, trying your very hardest to stay still and quiet.
“You’re being so good right now, baby. You know I like when you’re obedient for me, don’t you?”
You only nod and bite down on your lip harder, not trusting your voice.
Sweet breath fans your face as she leans forward and drags her lips along your jaw, hand still stroking along your body. “Such a good girl… I’m going to give you permission to move, but before I do, there’s one rule you need to follow. Can you do that for me, baby?”
You nod vigorously and give a needy ‘mhmm’.
She pulls back to meet your gaze, and her eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen them.
“If I tell you to do something,” her fingers trace your neck, “you say ‘yes ma’am’. Do you understand?”
Holy fuck.
You’re going to die. She’s going to fuck the life right out of you.
“Y… Yes ma’am.”
Beth lets out a loud, low groan as she leans forward to kiss along your neck again. “Very good, baby. You’re being such a good girl for me right now. I’m going to let you move again.”
Immediately, you grind down against her, sighing in relief at the small amount of friction you’re getting through the layers of fabric between the two of you, but your sighs become full moans when her hands fly to your hips and grab tightly, pulling you down harder against the toy under her jeans.
“Jesus Christ…” She breathes, her tone finally letting you know just how affected she also is by this little scenario, and you press your face into the crook of her neck.
“Please.”
She pulls you down harder.
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me…”
Her hands slide to your ass and her nails dig into the flesh there to literally hoist you up and toss you onto the bed a few feet away.
Christ, all that pilates she does makes her stronger than you realized.
Her voice comes out husky and low. “Bend over.”
Your eyes widen so far you think they might pop out of your head, and you gingerly roll onto your stomach, elbows and knees propping you up. “...Yes, ma’am.”
Delicate fingers run along your back until they reach the hem of your skirt and hook around the fabric, pulling both the skirt and your underwear down your legs, leaving you completely exposed. Her hands trace back up your legs, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“You look so damn good like this, baby. You know what you do to me…?”
The sound of a zipper sends another thrill through your body and you can hear your girlfriend peeling her pants down her legs, kicking them away, and your entire body jolts when warm fingers press against your entrance.
“Jesus, you’re so wet.” She purrs. “You want me to fuck you that badly, huh?”
She traces her fingers up and down the sensitive skin of your core, teasing lightly as they swirl with no real intention or pressure.
“Beth…”
She chuckles and rubs a little harder before pushing two fingers into you, and you moan together as she strokes your walls. “You’re already so ready for me. I bet I could push into you right now so easy…”
She pumps in and out of you for a few, delicious moments before her fingers pull back out. You begin to whine a needy ‘please’, but it’s cut short when soft skin comes into contact with your back as she drapes herself overtop of you and you realize that at some point she’s also shed her shirt. Warm silicone presses against your entrance as she lines up with you, her hands come to cover your own where they’re already fisted in the sheets and she presses her face into your neck, inhaling deeply. “I’m gonna give you what you want, baby.”
You groan together as she pushes into you, the silicone of the strap stretching you deliciously as she slowly rocks in, each thrust reaching deeper and deeper until the skin of her hips meet the swell of your ass. You know the toy is pressing back against her when she rocks forward after bottoming out, and she lets out a guttural moan into your neck.
One hand comes to grip at your hip as she begins to pull out and slowly push back in, setting a steady rhythm, pulling you all the way back onto her with each thrust and she inhales deeply into your neck before she sits up, fisting a hand in your hair to anchor herself.
“You feel so good, baby.” She husks and speeds up her thrusts, and there is a flutter in your abdomen, both from the praise and the increased pace.
“Holy- Beth-” You bite out.
Her hand at your hip grips tighter.
“Moan for me, baby. Let me hear the way I make you sound.”
A lewd moan is pulled from your throat as she punctuates her point with a particularly firm thrust, and you gasp in air as she sets the new rhythm just like that, your chest heaving with the effort.
“Again. Say my name. Say it.”
Her nails dig into your hip, the pain mixing with the pleasure.
“Beth-”
She leans back down, keeping up the pace as she husks hotly into the skin of your neck once more. “I want to hear you scream it. I want them to hear you all the way down the hall. I want them to hear you say how good I make you feel. I want everyone to know who you belong to.”
Your eyes roll back in your head as your knuckles grip the sheets so hard they’re white. "Oh, fuck, you feel so good- Beth- please don't stop-"
The hand that’s gripping your hair, pulls you up with her as she straightens up, bringing your ear in line with her mouth, and she growls. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not stopping. I’m not stopping until you scream my name.”
The new position angles her up deeper into you somehow, and it makes you see stars, crying out gibberish when she slams into you harder, fingers gripping your hip so tight she might be drawing blood. She keeps her lips brushing your ear, her hot breath fanning your neck, and she punctuates each word with a thrust. “You feel so good. All mine… Tell me again… Tell me who you belong to.”
“You- yours… I’m-I’m yours… all yours-” You babble out, mind turning to mush at how intensely she’s fucking you into oblivion.
“That’s right, baby.” She murmurs, voice strained, and you know the vibrations and pressure from the toy pressing back against her is pushing her close to the same edge you’re teetering off of. “Every single part of you belongs to me… and I’m never letting you go.”
Her movements become more frantic, and you know she’s right there.
A thought comes to mind, and you know it’s physically impossible -you’re not stupid. But the idea is just too fucking delicious to pass up, and the words tumble from your lips before you can stop them. “Please come inside me, baby-”
Her breath hitches and her hips falter for a moment, making you wonder if you’ve fucked up.
But then her hips snap back into motion, her voice low in your ear. “You want it, baby? You want me to fill you up?”
Your brain promptly turns to static as she plays right along, pounding the toy into you relentlessly as she chases her own orgasm, grip pulling you back all the way to her hips with each thrust, and all you can do is cry out at the intensity.
Beth buries herself in you with one final, harsh thrust, and her low, guttural groan of your name lets you know she’s coming, and it sends you cascading over your own edge, screaming her name over and over like a prayer, waves of pleasure crashing over you as she pushes and rubs against you, the friction from the toy against her elongating her own high.
After a few long moments, you both gently crash down to the bed, panting, chests heaving for air as you press your face into the sheets and Beth nuzzles her face into your shoulder. She lifts her head for a moment to press a kiss to your neck before she lies back down, her cheek on your skin. “You drive me… absolutely crazy, baby…”
You give a weak chuckle, your voice a little hoarse from screaming when you speak. “The feeling is mutual.”
She gingerly pulls her hips back to pull the toy out of you, and you whimper at the feeling of it leaving you, making her giggle as she unclips the harness to toss on the ground and roll you over to face her. A delicate finger reaches up to trace your cheek as you breathe together, contained in a bubble of bliss. “Let’s give it a minute before we go again.”
A grin pulls at your lips as you scoot closer, tangling your limbs as you nuzzle your face into the crook of her neck, sighing contentedly when she wraps an arm around you to hold you to her while pulling the blanket up over you both.
“So…” She whispers and you can hear the smugness in her tone. “You want me to fuck a baby into you, huh?”
Suddenly, you feel bashful, cheeks tinting red as you press closer to hide your embarrassment.
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby.” She husks, stroking a hand up and down your spine. “If I had a dick, I’d have knocked you up ages ago so you couldn’t leave.”
“Jesus, Beth…” You shudder against her and she chuckles lowly as she holds you close and presses a kiss to your hair.
“Don’t worry, we can keep trying until it works.”
Her words make you squirm, but she slides her hands down to your hips to hold you still. “Just breathe a minute, baby girl. Let me hold you for a minute, first.” She coos and wraps you up tighter, forcing you to relax after such an intense high, and you do as she says, snuggling in as close to her comfort and warmth as possible.
