#vern

her name is Government, or Vern for short

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Richard Harmon::Lowlifes

Vern x Fem Reader

SMUT 18+, MDNI

Summary: You're just trying to get dinner ready, but Vern is hungry for something other then your cooking.

Warnings: passionate unprotected sex, p in v, cream pie, oral sex (female receiving), clit play, dirty talk, slight dumbification, swearing, pervy Vern

Other: established relationship, no use of Y/N

Author's note: i think i blacked out while writing this. This is some dirty ass shit yall

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The early November evening had fallen upon your small cabin in the woods that you shared with your lover. The outside was blanketed in darkness and bitter cold, but inside it was warm and inviting.

Vern was just about ready to come inside after chopping more wood for the fireplace, meanwhile, you had started prepping dinner in your cozy little kitchen. Once you were certain that everything was prepped, you pulled off your apron and headed for the bathroom.

"I'll just take a quick shower while the oven is preheating," you thought to yourself. You stepped inside the bathroom and proceeded to strip away all of your clothing, leaving you completely bare. You were about to turn on the shower faucet when a thought crossed your mind.

You realized you forgot to cut and season the potatoes that were supposed to go with the steak you were preparing. With a half frustrated sigh, you grabbed your bathrobe and covered yourself up, tying the strings securely around your waist. You knew dinner would be ready faster if you prepped the potatoes now instead of waiting till after your shower.

You sauntered back into the kitchen and started cutting the potatoes. It wasn't long until you heard the familiar sound of the front door opening and closing, followed by boots on the hardwood floor.

Vern whistled an undistinguishable melody as he set down the freshly chopped wood over by the fireplace. When he walked into the kitchen, you turned and offered him a welcoming grin. His whistling died out when his lidded gaze landed on you in your bathrobe.

"Hi hun. I'm just cutting these potatoes real quick, then I'm gonna hop in the shower," you said sweetly, turning your attention back to the cutting board. Your concentration on the task at hand left you completely oblivious to the way Vern was eyeing you like a hungry wolf to an unsuspecting lamb.

Vern walked up behind you and placed his large hands on your hips, his mouth immediately finding your neck. You giggled once you felt his lips on your skin, your back instinctively arching into him. He smelt heavy of cedar and sweat from a long days work. It was a smell that you have come to associate with him and him alone.

"Vern, stop that, I'm busy," you whined through a smile on your lips. Vern hummed in response as he pulled aside the collar of your robe, exposing your shoulder to him.

"Now how do you expect me to behave when I know you got nothin' on under this?" Vern rasped, his mouth peppering your shoulder with lingering kisses. He then hiked the hem of your robe up to your waist, exposing your bare ass.

"Mmm look at that," he mumbled before giving your ass a sharp smack, causing you to yelp upon contact. You put down the knife and whipped around to face him. "Vern," you griped, "I told you, I'm busy." You tried to be stern with him, but the growing heat between your legs was betraying you.

Vern's gaze was dark as he pulled you close to him, his hands groping and squeezing your ass greedily under your robe. "Darlin' you don't need to be doin' all that. I got my dinner right here." He untied the strings of your bathrobe with one hand and it fell to the kitchen floor softly.

You gasped when Vern cupped your jaw and brought you in for a passionate kiss. You moaned into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. He picked you up by the back of your thighs and carried you over to the kitchen table, setting you down on its distressed wood.

Vern brought one hand up to knead one of your breasts while the other hand reached down to gather your pooling slick on his fingers. You let out a drawled out moan when he started circling your clit, your hips bucking into his hand.

"Such a pretty little thing," Vern growled, his finger on your clit picking up speed. "You want me to ruin you right here on this table, sugar?" You nodded without hesitation, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. Vern chuckled seductively, removing his hand from your cunt and licking his glistening fingers clean.

"I'm gonna eat my dinner now," Vern said while parting your legs wider and lowering himself down to your dripping heat. You peered down at him as he parted your folds with his fingers.

"Wait, if you're gonna do that I should probably shower fir-"

"No," He interrupted, "I wanna taste you, darlin', and I mean really taste you." With that said, his tongue immediately got to work. He groaned into your pussy as he lapped up your essence and sucked on your clit like it was his favorite hard candy.

His name spilled from your lips with an erotic flare as you circled your hips greedily against his mouth. Vern was always messy while eating you out. He wouldn't dare to leave a single inch of your cunt untouched by his tongue.

"Vern, if you keep going like that I'm gonna cum," you mewled. Vern took that as a challenge. He didn't let up. He kept his mouth glued to you while he listened to your moans get louder and louder.

Finally, your thighs quivered, and you came with a broken cry. Vern hummed with satisfaction as he drank in your orgasm. Once he finally had his fill, he stood up and immediately began kissing you, making you taste yourself on his lips.

Vern pulled away to unbuckle his belt. He didn't bother pulling his pants down all the way. He just pulled them down far enough to release his hard, aching cock so he could be inside you as quick as possible.

"Come here, baby doll," he rasped as he hooked his arms around your thighs and brought you closer to the edge of the table. He lined himself up with your pulsing hole and entered you in one steady thrust. You cried out at the sudden stretch and fullness, but you quickly erupted into a symphony of breathy moans when he began rocking his hips into you.

He set a deep and steady pace that hit your sweet spot with each thrust. You lulled your head back on the table and allowed your mouth the fall open. Vern brought your legs up so your ankles were draped over his shoulders, causing him to go even deeper.

"You look so fuckin' sexy like this," Vern said through gritted teeth. "I'd fuck you on this table every night if you'd let me. I'd stretch this tight little pussy out with my cock and make you scream all night."

The kitchen was filled with your high pitched moans, Vern's primal grunts, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. The potatoes you were cutting just a few minutes ago were long forgotten.

Vern heard your moans becoming louder and more drawn out, telling him you were close to your climax. He reached down and started circling your clit with his thumb, helping you inch closer to your release.

"You gonna cum for me, baby doll?" Vern asked in a husky tone. All you could do was nod, unable to form words with how good you were feeling. "Then cum on it, baby."

You shattered under him with a loud cry. You arched your back, your nails digging into the wood of the table. Vern thrusted faster when he felt your cunt clench around his cock, coaxing him closer to his own orgasm. With a mean sounding groan, he buried his cock deep and emptied himself inside of you, painting your walls with warm, sticky ropes.

You both paused for a moment, taking a few seconds to catch your breaths and come down from your respective highs. Vern then slowly pulled out of you and watched as his cum leaked from your pussy onto the kitchen floor. You sat up slowly and looked at Vern with half lidded eyes and a tired smile. He cradled your head in his hands and kissed you softly, a big contrast to how he was just treating you.

"You're the best, ya know that?" Vern whispered lovingly. You giggled as you gazed into his blue eyes, your forehead pressed to his. "Right back at ya," you responded. Vern helped you off the table and told you to go take your shower while he cleaned up the mess and finished cutting the potatoes.

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MDNI 18+

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