cowboy!Remmick x fem!reader
summary: riding a mechanical bull at a bar leads you to end up riding the cowboyâŠ
wc: # 2.1kÂ
warnings: porn w little plot, p in v sex, oral sex fem!receiving, crude language, drinking, praise kink, etc..Â
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Itâs cold. A sharp December-night kind of coldâand of course youâre in the shortest pair of denim shorts you own, cowboy boots clicking against the pavement. Fitting, since your friend insisted on meeting at the local cowboy bar. It used to be a quiet hole-in-the-wall; now itâs the go-to spot for people your age. Beer, line dancing, a mechanical bullâwhat more could you ask for?
You push through the door and pause, taking in the scene. The place is packed. Pool tables swarmed with people clutching drinks, laughter spilling over the felt. The dance floor is full of women showing off their moves while men watch them like hungry dogs. And right in the middle sits the mechanical bullâcurrently tossing around a guy who thinks heâs tougher than he is. He lasts all of three seconds before face-planting.Â
Youâre not exactly thrilled about meeting your friend here, but she was persistent, and you needed a break from the same old places. So you slip into an empty barstool and settle in.
âCan I get ya anything?â the bartender asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.
âJust a whiskey and Coke, please.â
âCominâ right up.â He flashes a friendly grin.
While he works, you check your phoneâstill no update from your friend. Of course. You roll your eyes just as your drink gets placed in front of you. You thank the bartender and take a small sip, savoring the sweet burn.
Turning your back to the counter, you rest your elbows on it and scan the room, hunting for one familiar face among a sea of cowboy hats.
âIs this seat taken?â a warm, honeyed country voice asks beside you.
You turnâand look up into blue eyes, sandy hair, a tall frame, and a smirk carved for trouble.
You sip your drink again. âGo ahead.â
He slides onto the stool. âWhatâs a pretty little thing like you doinâ sittinâ here alone?â he drawls. âDonât tell me someone went and stood you up.â
âI donât get stood up,â you say, scoffing lightly. âIâm waiting for my friend.â
âMm. That makes sense.â He tilts his head, amused. âNameâs Remmick. What do I call you, darlinâ?â
You give him your name, and while doing so, take him inâcream cowboy hat, light-wash slacks, clean white tank, brown belt, boots that have definitely seen mud.
âPretty name for a pretty girl,â Remmick says, lips curling into that slow, confident smile.
You smile and blushâitâs been awhile since youâve been complimented by a guy that's your type.Â
The bartender stepped up to take Remmickâs order.
âIâll have what sheâs havinâ,â Remmick said, tipping his chin toward your drink. âAnd go on and get her a refill while youâre at it.â
The bartender nodded and moved down the bar.
You blinked, caught off guard by the way Remmick just⊠took care of that.
He noticed instantly. âWhat?â he teased. âI told youâIâm keepinâ you company till your friend shows. Figure we might as well wait with some drinks in our hands.â
âYouâre smooth,â you laughed, finishing the last of your drink. âYou tell that to every girl sitting alone?â
No,â Remmick drawled, leaning in just close enough to make your breath stutter. âOnly the ones wearinâ denim shorts and orderinâ whiskey and Coke.â
Your laugh slipped out just as the bartender returned, setting two fresh drinks in front of you.
âSo,â you said, taking yours, âwhat brings you out here tonight, Remmick?â
He took a slow sip, tongue catching a stray drop at the corner of his mouthâdeliberately, because he knew you were watching. âJust lookinâ for a good time, sugar,â he said, voice warm and sinful. âAnd looks like I found it.â
Before you could react, his hand settled lightly on your thighâconfident, easyâand he nodded toward the center of the room.
âWhat dâyou say? Wanna give that bull a go?â
You barked out a laugh, full and unrestrained. âYeah, I donât think so, cowboy. Iâm not that drunk.âÂ
âYâscared or what?â He teased.
âI hope youâre not challenging me Remmick, because I donât lose.â You faced him, breath inching closer to his face with every word.Â
âAnd if I am challenginâ ya, what are you gonna do about it darlinâ?â Remmick purred dangerously close in your ear.Â
You glared and smirked at him. You downed your drink in three gulps, snatched the hat on top of his head and sauntered to mechanical bullâfeeling all eyes in you.Â
The man operating the bull smelled of cigarettes and axe body spray, âAre ya sure you can handle the bull?âÂ
âYes sir.â You asserted confidently.
âAlright, go on ahead.â
You entered the bouncy encagementâ stumbling thanks to the alcohol and the unsteady ground. Pushing onto the bull, a small crowd formed to watch you, Remmick included. His eyes locked on yours as he fiddled with a toothpick between his teeth.
You put his hat on and held onto the bull with two arms.Â
âAre ya ready?!â The man shouted.
You responded with a thumbs up and smile. The bull immediately started sawing back and forth. You swayed your body to level yourself. It started at a slow and steady paceâ you felt comfortable enough to raise one hand and you started hearing cheers. Just when you were feeling confidentâ the bull started jerking aggressively, it did a complete one eighty trying to knock you off.Â
You held on with both hands again as the bull started to lean forward exposing your ass in the air. Then the bull started to shake. Leaving your ass to shake in front of everyone including Remmick. You quickly lifted one hand on top of your head so the hat didnât fly off. The operator let the crowd roar for a bit longer before returning you back to upright position.
The bull then started bucking back and forth, your body mimicking the motions. Remmickâs gaze never left you once. He studied how your body grinded against the bull and he felt himself getting hard.Â
Rock hard.
He watched you like the whole bar had gone quiet, like the only thing worthy of his attention was the way you held on and kept riding. His eyes dragged over every shift of your body, slow and deliberate, heat simmering behind that lazy half-smirk.
The bull did one last harsh one eighty spin, knocking you to the plush floor. You laughedâ stumbling to get up. Remmick rushed over to help you.Â
âGreat job, sugar. You sure did prove me wrong.â Remmick flattered you, extending an arm.
You took it, smiling, âWhy thank you.âÂ
âWith a ride like that you must be thirsty, let me get you another drink.â
 The realization that your friend most likely bailed on you set in, so you agreed, âIâd like that.âÂ
After what seemed like hours of drinking and conversing with Remmickâ the two of you were drunk. Remmick couldn't help but whisper the things he wants to do with you.
âCâmon darlinâ, letâs get outta here.â Remmick husked in your ear, tracing lazy circles on the inner part of your thigh.Â
You didnât say anything for a beat. And Remmick knew what you were doingâ playing hard to get. He didnât mind, he wanted you to make him wait, so when you finally let him, he can indulge in you harder.Â
âAlright,â You finally spoke, softly, âwhere are we going?â
Remmick immediately took your arm and led you outside to an empty barn.Â
âA-are we allowed in here?âÂ
âNo, but no one's gonna walk in.â Remmick affirmed closing the two large barn doors.Â
Before you could respond, Remmick closed in on youâ kissing you, anyway but gently.Â
âCareful, cowboy.â You rasped, trying your hardest not to stutter.Â
 âSame goes for you, sweetheart.â He muttered in between kisses. He spotted a crate and carried you oh so effortlessly to place you on top of it.Â
Remmick sank to his knees; then he fumbled with your belt. He shoved your shorts along with your panties down to your ankles.Â
âTry your best to keep quiet.âÂ
âWait Remmick wha-â You were quickly cut off by his tongue diving into your pussy. The flick of his tongue was ruthless. You gripped his shoulders while letting your head fall back.
âRem- Remmick..â You whimpered, you didnât know if it was the effects of the four whiskey and cokes you drank prior or just his tongue making you stupid.Â
âI know I know, darlinâ,â Remmick slurped, his voice muffled in between your legs, âImma give it to you good, you just gotta be patient for me baby.âÂ
He moved his mouth to your clit, placed a kiss then started to suck. He then added a finger and curled it in your wetness.Â
âGod, youâre drippinâ for me, so wet and so sweetâ He cooed, adding another finger. Remmick watched with complete admiration the way your face twisted in a moan every time he angled his finger just right. Or how your hips buckled against his face.Â
âCâmon, say it back sugar, tell me how wet and sweet you are.â He murmured against you.Â
You blushed at the request, but still followed through, âIâm s-soâ fuckâ wet and, andânghâ s-sweet.âÂ
Remmick chuckled at you, âSuch a good listener, good girl.â He continued to suck at your clit.Â
You started to paw at his face, seeing stars and feeling that white-hot pressure deep in your stomach. âI-I⊠Rem- stop.â You managed to moan out.Â
âCanât even talk, can ya? My tongues just that fuckinâ good, ainât it?â He rhetorically asked.Â
Nodding your head, you started to buck your hips harder around Remmickâs faceâ twisting your fingers in his hair.Â
He glanced up at you, moving his thumb to rub messy circles on your clit, then he stopped. He took his fingers out leaving your pussy wet, empty, and puffy.Â
âRemmickâŠâ You whined, trying to grind back on his face.
âCalm down baby, Iâm just so jealous of that damn bull. This cowboy needs a ride too yâknow.â He nodded, mouth still dripping with your slick.Â
You nodded, a slow smirk pulling at your lips as he pulled you in for another kiss. Remmick eased back onto a flattened haystack, guiding you with him until you were straddling his hips. The two of you sank into each otherâkissing hungrily, breaths panting, every touch more urgent than the last.
Remmick peeled off his shirt then yours and bra. He eagerly cupped your breasts while licking your nipple softly, earning a soft moan from your lips. He muttered something about seeing your tits bounce, and you unbuckled his belt and stripped off his jeans.Â
His cock sprang freeâprecum already leaving out. Remmick started to stroke himself while you lifted yourself above his cock. You lifted your hips and sank into him, slowly, and you both moaned in unison.Â
âS-shit, youâre squeezinâ me good, s-sugar.â Remmick groaned under you.
You have your hands on his chest, grinding yourself. You could feel him deep in your cervix and you knew that he wasnât all the way in yet.Â
âDonât be shy, get up and ride cowgirl.â Remmick purred, slapping the side of your ass. He watched in amazement as you obeyed instantlyâlifting yourself up and slamming back down. âT-thatâs itâfuck.â Remmick hissed, taking off his cowboy hat and placing it on top of your head.Â
âLook at ya, a real fuckinâ c-cowgirl.âÂ
Remmickâs cock stretched you out in a delicious agony. With each bounce, you felt him deeper and deeper. You felt each and every one of the veins on his cockâ it started to drive you insane.Â
âY-you feel soâ shitâ good..â You whined, feeling euphoric.Â
Remmick started to buck his hips up into you as a response. The pleasure was addictive. You couldnât even think straight anymore. All your thoughts, interrupted by the feeling you got when he hit the sensitive spot deep inside.Â
Before you could even register itâ you squirted hard on Remmickâs cock. Your juices completely spilling all over, making a mess.
âFuckinâ messy girl. Cowgirl got too fucked out on my cock, yeah?â Remmick teased as he continued to rut into you like a dog in heat.Â
You bit your lip and shut your eyes in a mix of pleasure and embarrassment, âRe-Remmy, baby I-I â nghâ canât.â
He ignored you, planted one firm hand on your hip and the other grinding his thumb on your still puffy clit.Â
âI-Iâm gettinâ close darlinâ.â Remmick rasped, his hair sticking to his temples.
You whimpered and mewled as you felt that close white-hot pressure in your stomach for the third time tonight.Â
Remmick hissed your name as he pounded into you, releasing his hot release deep inside of you. You followed, cumming onto his cock, still twitching side of you.Â
Letting your weight sink onto him, you finally let yourself rest, exhaustion washing over you.
âYou did so good, sugar.â Remmick praised you in your ear.
âNow let me get you cleaned up before someone walks in.â
a/n: yayyy, i finally posted after forever!! sorry about that guys and thank you for ur patience đ i appreciate u guys so much!! im finally writing about someone other than Cook lol. i hope you guys enjoy this Remmick fic bc there's more to comeđ!!!














