Pairing:Â Cordell Walker x Reader x Duke Culpepper
Word Count:Â 845
Warnings:Â sex dream, threesome, DVP
Square Filled: @walkerverse-bingo -free space  @walker-bingo -double penetration
A/N:Â Part seven of Duke x Reader/Cordell x Reader series of drabbles and stories for this bingo.
A/N II: This segment is told from Walkerâs POV
A/N III: Sorry took so long to get this one out but writing smut isnât my strong suit so apologies if it sucks but I keep trying.
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We stumbled into the bedroom with Y/N between us, all biting on lips, tongues twisting and groping hands that sent buttons flying about when fingers tangled in my hair and she nips along my jaw, down my neck, finding that spot that made me moan and sucks hard enough itâll bruise.
I felt his hand grip my hip, shifting us towards the bed, and Y/N squeals as he scoops her up, then set her over my hips steps back, stroking himself, watching her line up my cock, slowly sliding down as its girth stretches her inner walls to accommodate it. When our hips meet, the sensation of finally being encased inside her wet heat is so intense the sounds of pleasure escape from my lips.Â
He climbs on the bed and grips her jaw, twisting her head to plunder her mouth while his other trails over her torso, teasing as his hand travels downward.
Then I felt familiar, long fingers exploring where we were connected when our fingers met. He peers down at me, smirks, and begins working a finger into her tight channel alongside me, pumping the digit in the same in/out tempo with me as I continue rubbing her clit.
Y/N writhes between us as he inserts another, stretching her further, both of us feeling her inner walls start intermittently fluttering; sheâs edging close to her first orgasm, begging, âPleeease, I want to cum!â He sternly growls in her ear, âYou better not cum till we say, got itâ That made Y/N, striving to hold off cumming, full body shudder and squirt.Â
Removing his fingers made her whine about feeling empty; he slapped her rear in admonishment before resettling between my thighs and lining up, slowly pushing inward against the resistance of her hole Y/N bit down on her bottom lip at the burning stretch as inch by inch, he works his cock inside and my back arches at sensations unlike anything I'd ever felt, watching her features morph into pure ecstasy at being filled to the limit.
Y/Nâs body twitched in tempo as we moved in unison, her inner walls spasming around our cocks started fucking her harder, seeking release when he wrapped a hand around Y/Nâs throat and squeezed, she began silently gasping when he suddenly released her and then rushed of oxygen sent Y/N over the edge, cumming so hard her inner muscles milk us, our cum mixing, filling her till overflowing. He growls, âGotta claim on you, Sassygirl, you belong to us.â
Y/N wobbles like a newborn foal as we lead her into the shower. Reaching for the knobs, she misses the hot water hitting the cold, and its spray hits my overheated skin. I jump, banging my head on something metallic.Â
âFuck!â
âYou kiss your mama with that mouth?â
Opening my eyes my, I feel confused and disoriented seeing the mountain range ahead and Y/N quizzically glancing over, holding the steering wheel in one hand and a half-empty water bottle in her other had me asking, âDid you dump that on me?â
âNo,â Her eyes briefly cut to my crotch before returning to the roadway; I hear amusement in her voice. âI knew Duke could also be as overly talkative but in bed? Daaaamn.â
Pieces of my dream start coming back. âI uhh, whatâre you talking about?â
âWalker, Iâve been around you long enough to pick up the subtle differences between you and your alter egos' speech patterns. It sure sounded like you guys were having a lot of fun.â My jeans are starting to stick as my cum is drying, ran out of clean underwear. Shifting uncomfortably, Y/N notices. âYou need me to pull off so you can deal with that?âÂ
I shook my head no, face burning in embarrassment. âAlready been in these for three days. I can wait till we stop.â Needing to switch this conversation, ask, âWhere are we? Last thing I remember was driving by that big T-Rex on the curb in Sanderson.â
âAbout an hour from Van Horn. I know a place that should be safe to stay a few days. So,â thereâs that smirk in her voice. "Howâd you enjoy tag-teaming with Duke?â
âCan you be any more inappropriate?âÂ
âYou know I can.â Still amused, Y/N glances over, and her eyebrows go up, âSo, how did y'all fuck little olâ me?â She started rattling on about what various sexual positions we might have tried, finally making me snap.
âWe DVPâd you alright!â
âOh.â
âThatâs all youâve gotta say, oh? I had a very graphic sex dream in which we..me..did things that should disgust you!â
âAre you angry because you're disgusted about having a sex dream with Duke and me? Or because Iâm not?â My flash of anger turned into disbelief at what she asked because she was right.
âWalkâŚCordell, if Duke hadnât been hooking up with Twerp, this,â Y/N waves a hand between us, âWhatever this is, I would have taken the chance to be with you.â
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Summary: Once you were her best friend. Now her widower seeks shelter in your arms.
Square Filled: Free Space for @walker-bingoâââ
Ship: Cordell Walker x fem!Reader, Cordell Walker x Emily Walker (widowed)
Characters: Bonham Walker, Stella Walker, August Walker, Abeline Walker
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: angst, language, mentions of loss of a loved one, remorse, idiots in love, smut, unprotected sex, possessive Walker, creampie, marking kink, marking, fluff
Word Count: 1,7 k
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<< Part 4
â...and even now, I think about him and his fucking hands.â
âBaby Girl,â pinned to the wall right next to the entrance of his house you ask yourself if it was the right decision to cave in once again. âFuck, Iâve missed you so much, missed this pussy.â
âCord,â while Cordell grips your ass tighter to pump up into you like a madman, you try to hold tight onto his shoulders. âMaybe we should go to the bedroom. What if someone sees us?â
âThe kids are at my parentâs place,â he buries his face in your neck, groans deeply when you wrap your legs tighter around his waistline. âNo one is going to disturb me while I destroy this cunt.â
âThatâs not funny,â you pant, laughing when Cordell lifts his head to meet your eyes. âI donât want anyone to see meâI mean, my naked ass.â
âDonât worry, Y/N,â capturing your lips in a heated kiss Cordell takes your breath away. âNo one is going to see you like this but me. No one.â He emphases his words with a particularly hard thrust. âBut I can pin you to my bed later if you want me to.â
âSelf-confident much, Mr. Walker,â you grin up at Cordell. âWhat if I will go after you made me cum?â he growls at your words, pushing even harder into you. He rocks your body, forces you to wrap your arms around his neck to hold tight onto him.Â
âI will use my handcuffs and keep you locked away in my bedroom. No more New York, no more leaving me,â he captures your lips in a hasty kiss, breathes praises and your name against your lips. âBaby girl,â he says breathlessly, âIâve missed you so much.â
âIâve missed your stubborn ass too,â he grabs your ass harder, holds you against the wall with all his strength. The muscles in his arms strain and fuck, the veins in his neck pop out, âand your dick.â
âFuck, Cordell!â you whimper with every harsh thrust. âWhat has gotten into you?â round two at the bedroom is much rougher than before.
Your hands restrained to his headboard with his handcuffs, legs over his shoulders, and your ass in a tight grip he pumps into you.
âLook at you, all spread out for me,â he slams into you, mercilessly jerking his hips into yours. âYouâll never take another cock. Iâm the only man you can fuck.â
âIf you keep on going like that, youâll destroy my pussy,â tugging at the handcuffs holding you to the headboard you groan. âI will have bruises when you are done.â
âIâll mark this body with my cock, hands, and teeth. You will wear my marks with pride and tell everyone it was me fucking you good,â Cordell squeezes your ass tightly. He smirks darkly, knowing you are close to falling apart. âI want you to cum all over me.â
âI-Iâm on it,â sweat runs down your body, your muscles ache, and to be honest, you feel like you ran a marathon. âAfter that round, I need a break.â
âAw, is my baby girl tired?â the sound of your slicked cunt taking his cock in fills the room and you pray, no one can hear your desperate wails when he tilts his hips to brush over your g-spot. âYou are meant to take my dick. I will never not fill this cunt.â
âIââ a strangled cry is all you give Cordell in return when your cunt tightens around his length. His balls tighten and you can feel his cum shoot into your abused sex. He groans your name, hips jerking uncontrollably to pump every droplet into you. âFuck, did you forget a condom?â
âNoââ he drops your legs to cover your body, lips claiming yours in a dirty kiss. âIâll cum inside of you anytime I want to from now on. Youâre my girl.â
âYou made a mess,â sighing you look down your body. âIâm sweaty, sore and now my thighs and pussy are sticky too.â
âFelt so good,â Cordell buries his face in your neck, kissing your skin softly. âIâve missed this, missed you. Iâll never let you go again.â
âDo you want to keep me here, restrained to your bed?â you challenge. âIâm not against having you on top of me, but youâre heavy and I need a shower.â
âJust a minute,â he opens the handcuffs, thumbs gently caressing your wrists. âHow about we stay like this a few more minutes and Iâll clean you in the bathtub.â
âI thoughtââ you close your eyes when Cordell wraps his arms around your weak body. âOkay.â You donât say whatâs on your mind.Â
âI know you believed I want you to go now, Y/N,â kissing your neck again Cordell sighs. âIâm sorry, baby girl. I was a fool for letting you go. I shouldâve begged you to stay with me. Itâs just, I felt like the worst person ever for seducing my wifeâs best friend.â
âCan we have that shower now?â you sniffle, hiding you felt guilty every time you had sex with Cordell.
âJust one more minute, Y/N,â he whispers against your skin. âLet me hold you for a while. I need this, need you.â
âThatâs a great bathtub,â you stretch your legs, smirking when Cordell runs his large hands over your breasts. âNo touching, Sir.â
âHey, thatâs my bathtub, lady. You jumped into my bathtub and settled between my legs. Now your back is pressed against my chest and your ass rubs against my dick. If I share my water with you, I want to touch your tits.â
âJesus donât tell me you are hard again,â leaning back against his chest you sigh. âI canât go again. I will be sore as hell, Cordell.â
He slowly runs a loofah over your skin, wondering if he should tell you what weighs heavy on his heart. âBabyâno Y/N,â he clears his throat. âI wanted to tell you. No, I must tell you that you mean the world to me.â
âThat was cheesy, Mr. Walker,â you close your eyes to relax in Cordellâs arms. âMaybe I like you too.â
âYouâre a brat only to be a brat,â he grumbles behind you. âIâfuck, baby girl. This is hard. No, itâs easy but Iâm awful at talking about feelings. You know I loved Emily with all my heart, and a part of my heart will always belong to her, but if you want to have the rest of my heart itâs yours.âÂ
âDude,â turning around in his embrace you lie on his chest. You grin up at Cordell, searching his face while you try to tame your wildly beating heart. âDid your dad write a speech for you?â
His cheeks turn pink, and you know, Bonham did write a speech for his son.
âWhat I tried to tell you is,â he hesitates, simply looks down at you on his chest. âI love you, baby girl.â
âI love you too, big dummy,â pressing your forehead into his shoulder you sigh. âBut I canât do this anymore. If you want to use my body and roll off seconds later to leave me alone in my cold bed, Iâm out.â
âThis is over, Y/N,â he whispers, ashamed he treated you badly. âEmily would be ashamed I treated her best friend as a warm body I can use to feel better. I promise to be a good partner, boyfriend, and lover from now on.â
âY/N,â Stella grasps for your hand to drag you toward her grandparentsâ house. âSo, will you stay or go back to New York? Did dad apologize? Do you still like him? Wait, he held a speech right?â
âStella, let the poor girl breathe,â Bonham chuckles. His eyes drift toward his son awkwardly stand behind you and his daughter. âDid you hold a speech, son?â
âHe did the whole thing, Bonham. Next time, add roses and sweets,â you give Bonham a wink. âNow, what do we eat tonight?â
âI know what Iâd like to eat,â Cordell whispers, eyes drifting toward you.Â
âWhat did you say, Cordell?â Abeline asks, searching her sonâs face. âWe are having your favorite. Come in and help me prepare the dishesâŚâ
âI have to announce something,â Cordell suddenly gets up from his chair to look around the table. âIâm glad everyone is here tonight. Firstly, I need to make sure you all know I will always love Emily, my wife,â he looks at his parents, nodding at his father, âand the mother of my children,â his eyes drift toward Stella and August. He sniffs, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his shirt.
âDad, whatâs wrong? Did something happen?â Stella asks, watching you squirm on your seat. âPlease stop making me nervous.â
âIâyou see,â your partner grasps for your hand to squeeze it tightly. âI love Y/N,â he finally brings out. âI know this is sudden but, I want everyone to know sheâs the woman I want in my life.â
âCordell, son,â Bonham smirks, âwe already knew you are in love with Y/N. Watching you pine over your partner was tragic and painful. Iâm glad you manned up.â
âWhen will she move in with us?â Stella blurs out, looking at you. âRight! You will move in! We can have girls nights and talk trash about dad and boys. Oh, we can paint our nails pink.â
âStella, calm down,â August snickers. âIâm sure Y/N will move in when sheâs ready.â Cordell quirks a brow, wondering when his son became a man. âNow letâs have dessert.â
âNo, I want to know when Y/N moves in! Her apartment is small, and she can sleep in dadâs bedroom every night if she moves in. I mean, there will be adult noises and I do not like imaging my dadââ shuddering Stella looks at you, giving you puppy dog eyes. âPleaseâŚâ
âY/N, would you give me the honor and move in with me and my demanding daughter? August is easy to handle and youâll barely recognize heâs around,â Cordell smirks when you nod silently. âSee, itâs settled. Now letâs eatâŚâ
Three months later you moved in with Cordell and his family. Giving your best friendâs husband and his family new hope and someone to lean on.
âŚand you gave yourself a loving boyfriend and two wonderful children you will love to raise with CordellâŚ
Pairing: Cordell Walker x Reader
Rating: 18+
Tags: smut, semi-public sex, oral sex (f rec), p in v, praise kink, smidge of dirty talk
Word Count: 4k
Created for: @walker-bingo - In Vino Veritas | @anyfandomgoesbingo - Jealousy
Part 1 Here
Cordell is a bourbon fan, as you suspected he might be, and the two of you make quick work of your first and then second pours. The more you drink the more completely engrossing he is â though itâs not like he ever needed the help. Youâre pretty sure this man could sit here and explain the intricacies of the Texas penal system to you and you would still be enraptured. As it turns out, the theory behind pool shots is just as boring as legal jargon, but youâre still hanging on every word he says as he demonstrates the proper way to hold a cue stick.
âHere, câmere you try,â he ushers you over to him but you remain perched on the thick wooden border of the table, smiling indulgently at his childlike enthusiasm.
âIâm sure youâre an excellent teacher when your students arenât genuinely uncoordinated but I promise you, I suck at pool,â you protest, taking another sip of your drink. The liquor runs hot down your throat, stoking the embers that are lazily burning away in your chest, threatening to consume you if they burn too hot.
âI am an excellent teacher,â he grins, leaning his hip against the table and fixing you with an accusing glare. The firm set of his mouth is at odds with the teasing joy sparkling in the different tones of hazel that lace through his eyes. You feel yourself flush under his gaze and try to hide the colour behind another sip of bourbon. âSo come here, and let me teach you,â he holds out the cue temptingly and your eyes lock on the way his fingers curl over themselves where heâs handing it to you. You feel yourself flush even hotter, the coals in your chest threatening to burst into flames the longer his eyes stay fixed on yours.
âFine,â you pluck up your courage and tell yourself that if you embarrass yourself horribly and wind up whacking Cordell with the pool stick instead of the ball, at least you warned him about what he was in for. âIâd probably stand back,â you advise as you take the cue from him, purposefully grasping it a long way away from his hand, and hop off the table to settle into a stance for your shot.
âAnd how am I supposed to teach you from way back here?â Cordell laughs, exasperated.
âThere is a ninety-five percent chance I accidentally hit you with this thing and not the ball,â you wave the stick at him threateningly.
âThat means a five percent chance you do hit the ball, I can work with that,â Cordell shrugs genially and saunters up behind you.
âNo, itâs a five percent chance I hit you with this on purpose,â you laugh and swat at him but he jumps out of the way before the stick can make contact.
âWoah there, darlinâ,â Cordell laughs and catches your wrists in his hands, fingers wrapping warm and firm the whole way around.
âYou gonna cuff me, Ranger Walker,â you taunt, pulling playfully against his grasp.
âWhy? You break some laws Y/N?â Cordellâs voice drops into a deeper register and you shudder against him involuntarily.
âOh yeah, Iâm a real criminal mastermind,â you assure him with a smirk. âVery dangerous.â
âMight have to do a lot more than cuff you, then,â Cordell smirks and backs you against the edge of the pool table, trapping your hips there with his. Your eyes are locked together in a battle of wills, each daring the other to break first and ruin the moment, and if he inched his face any closer, you knew it was going to wind up being you.
When he's close enough that his hat has tossed your face into shadow beneath its brim, his eyes darting away from yours fleetingly to look at your lips, it occurs to you suddenly that you havenât checked if Dirk is still watching you two for a while now. You break yourself from this trance and run your gaze around the room in a big circle, seeking him out. It should have been easy to spot him, because as it turns out, thereâs barely anyone left in the joint. In the back of your mind you vaguely recall the sound of a bell signalling last orders, but you canât remember when it rang.
âHeâs not here,â you hear Cordellâs voice behind you, and you turn back to face him. Heâs even closer to you than you remember him being.
âOh,â you mumbled, confused. If Dirkâs gone, why are you and Cordell still playing this game? You try to pull away but Cordell keeps you there, wrists wrapped tight, hips pinned tighter. âWhen did he leave?â
âA while ago,â Cordell breathes, eyes searching yours. Youâre even more confused.
âThen why are you still doing this?â
âWhat?â
âThis â us â the whole fake date thing.â Cordell is still unsettlingly close to you, eyes trained on yours. It occurs to you that he must be able to feel your breasts pressing against him every time you take a breath â and youâre breathing quite heavily at the moment.
âThe truth?â Heâs breathing heavily too, chest heaving against yours. He takes another step closer, drawing your wrists together between you, bringing them close to his lips. You feel the smooth skin of his mouth brush against your fingertips and he exhales sharply, his breath dancing across your hands. His fingers twitch tighter around your wrists.
âNo, I want you to lie to me,â you parrot your words from earlier, and a small smile cracks across your face. He chuckles behind your fingers, eyes bright with laughter.
âY/N,â he breathes, ânothing about tonight has been fake for me.â His eyes hold yours, searching, and you feel drawn into his gaze â like the whiskey warmth of their colour is wrapping you in a thick layer of comfort. It should feel forward. It should feel like a line. But it doesnât. It feels right.
âYou mean youâve actually been lyinâ to me this whole time?â you tease, just to see if you can make him smile any brighter â you can. A laugh rolls through his body, shaking yours along with it.
âSâpose I have.â He leans closer, eyes steadily watching yours for any sign that this isnât what you want too. You hold his gaze expectantly, more than ready to finally feel the lips youâd been watching all too hungrily tonight on yours. At the last moment his mouth pulls farther away and he rests his forehead against yours, breathing you in. Your eyelids flutter shut. You canât keep looking at him while heâs scrutinising you so fiercely. You feel his nose brush against yours andâ
âHey, Walker!â
Cordell jumps back like youâve electrocuted him, hand rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly. You look around for the source of the noise, and see the bartender waving to get Walkerâs attention.
âYou closing up tonight man?â he waves a ring of keys at Cordell.
âUh, yeah, thanks Kev. Iâve got it,â Cordell gives him a perfunctory wave and a tilt of his cowboy hat as Kevin the bartender gives him a short salute in return and makes his way out the door.
As Kevin leaves you take a moment to look around again and see that you and Cordell are the last ones in the bar. Checking your watch, you understand why â itâs well past midnight.
âYou uh, you work here?â you stumble through your words, trying to break the awkward tension between you now that youâre alone.
âNo, I uh, I know the owner. She lets me stay past closing, if I want,â he rubs the back of his neck again, clearly also feeling the nerves that have settled between you in the air.
A flare of jealousy strikes in your chest at his words, which takes you by surprise, but doesnât keep the snippy tone from your voice. âShe must be a really good friend,â you mumble, glancing up at Cordell before focusing on your fingers wrapped around the pool cue, which
youâre gripping like a lifeline.
âNow, Y/N,â Cordell lets a small grin slip onto his face as he closes in on you once more, âdo I detect a hint of jealousy there?â
âWhy would I be jealous?â you try to sound nonchalant, but his widening smile tells you that you arenât succeeding.
âWell, that I canât answer for you. Because youâre the one Iâm here with right now, not her.â Your eyes flick up to his, probing and hopeful, and he meets your stare evenly. âYouâre the one I canât take my eyes off of.â A hand reaches up to your face, his thumb drawing a flush to your skin where it dances lightly over your cheekbone and down, settling gently against your throat. âYouâre the one I want to spread across this pool table, the one I want to make cum so many times you see stars,â he almost rasps, his voice barely more than a whisper.
âOh,â you breathe, holding his gaze, and heâs so close you feel like you might start going cross-eyed if you keep staring at him like this. He draws his thumb up and down the front of your throat, not threatening but promising, and fuck, his touch is so hot youâre surprised you havenât melted beneath him â or burst into flames. You are increasingly aware of the fact that you havenât actually said anything to his list of intentions and a lump rises in your throat, anxiety pushing against your airwaves. The longer you donât say anything the worse it gets, awkwardness starting to creep in, and you donât want that. Fuck, you want him to do exactly what he just said he wanted to. âOkay,â you finally manage to choke out, the sound bursting from your lips.
Cordell raises his eyebrows, dropping his forehead against the top of your head, nose brushing lightly alongside yours. âOkay?â he checks, eyes pleading, and itâs the first time youâve seen any hint of desperation crack through his calm exterior â you want to see more.
You donât so much make the conscious decision to close your eyes as feel them slide shut, lashes fluttering down, and youâre so close to Cordell you think he must feel them catch against his cheek. You rock your forehead against his in a shaky nod, and you feel Cordellâs lashes brush through yours as his own eyelids flicker shut, and then the next thing you feel is his mouth on yours, his lips sliding gently to cradle your bottom lip between his.
Itâs sweet â and then itâs not. Cordell steals the pool cue from your hands and throws it out of sight, and in the same movement wraps an arm around your waist and hoists you onto the edge of the pool table. Your hands slink around his neck and thread through the hair curling against the nape of his neck under his hat. You arenât sure why, but you secretly love the fact that heâs still wearing it.
Cordell draws his hands firmly down your sides, fingers catching against the fabric of your top. He runs his palms flat over your hips and drags them down the outsides of your thighs as he pulls himself between them and wraps your legs around his back. You cling onto him, pulling yourself tight to his body and trying to bring as much of you into contact with him as you can manage.
Cordell settles himself into the space between your thighs, slots his hips against yours and grinds filthily. You can feel the bulge growing in his jeans and you hum needily, wanting to feel it closer than through several layers of denim. He rocks into you again, the outline of his cock dragging slow and dirty against your increasingly slick core. The material of your panties slips against you beneath your jeans and you honestly canât remember the last time you had been this wet. God, Cordell has already brought you to the brink of ruin and youâre still fully clothed.
You whine into his mouth when he thrusts against you again, and you feel him chuckle against your lips.
âSound so pretty, baby girl,â he groans, tongue still dipping in and out of your mouth. âGod, love hearing you. Wanna hear more.â Cordell kisses you rougher, and drags his hands to your chest, groping possessively at your breasts and pulling a moan from your lungs. He obviously likes what he hears, because he doesnât let up, and soon enough youâre desperate for his hands on your skin and your clothes are becoming increasingly inconvenient. You start to tear into your top to pull it over your head. Cordell quickly takes the hint and unbuttons his shirt, shrugging it down his shoulders and onto the floor to join yours.
You reach out instinctively, needing to run your hands over the expanse of work-tanned skin thatâs just been revealed to you. Cordellâs torso is strong, the muscles present but not scarily defined, and you can't resist scratching your nails down the centre of his chest, making him shiver as he closes back in around you. Echoing you, he drags his fingers up your back, nails almost certainly leaving red, trailing marks in their wake, and with a quick movement unclasps your bra and pulls it from your body.
Without hesitation, Cordell ducks down to kiss along his newly exposed prize. He nips and licks and sucks his way over the curve of your breast, pulls a nipple into his mouth and worries it gently between his teeth. Your head falls back and your fingers thread themselves through his hair as another moan escapes your throat and you press forward into his mouth. He switches to the other nipple, teasing it with his tongue before biting down softly and scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin. You try to choke back the whimpers heâs coaxing from you but itâs like youâve lost autonomy over your vocal chords.
âNah, no no,â Cordell pulls back, crooked grin on his face. âWhat did I tell ya? Donât want you to hide those noises from me baby,â he reaches out to tease your nipple again, making you whimper, as he keeps up eye contact. âWanna know Iâm making you feel good, wanna know what turns you on so much you just canât control yourself anymore.â Cordellâs expression is beautifully genuine, and that sort of generosity is rare to find in a man these days, so you figure itâs the least you can do to oblige him.
âYou,â you gasp, throwing your head back again as he palms your chest in his big, warm hands. âYouâre the one turning me on baby.â
âYeah?â Cordell quirks a brow and then ducks down to start kissing along a line down the centre of your chest, moving towards the fastening on your jeans.
âYeah,â you pant, watching him move down your body and drop to his knees between your legs. âIsnât supposed to be me on my knees for you?â you ask breathlessly.
âMan, your ex really did a number on you, huh?â Cordell laughs as he pops the button on your jeans and tucks his thumbs into the waistband, starting to drag them down your legs. âWhile Iâm sure youâd look really pretty with my cock in your mouth, why donât we save that for next time?â he smirks, finally getting you naked.
âSomeoneâs confident,â you tease, though youâre sure he has every reason to be based on the things heâs made you feel so far.
âSo I better live up to it now,â Cordell raises his eyebrows playfully before ducking his head between your thighs and pressing kisses to the skin he lands on. His hat gets knocked off as he moves himself in closer and places a small peck right above your clit, still teasing. The silk of his lips drags softly over your skin, his warm breath spilling out and tingling against you.
âShit, please,â you breathe, fingers tangling into his hair and trying to get his mouth where you really wanted it. He must figure heâs teased you enough because the next thing you know his tongue is lapping at your entrance and drawing up to tease around your clit and ohmygod it feels so incredible.
Cordell flicks his tongue against your clit and then sucks it between his lips, alternating until youâre keening against him, and then he slips a finger in against that sweet spot inside you and your hands pull involuntarily at his hair. He laughs against you and the vibrations roll pleasantly against your nerves. Cordell pulls back and licks his lips - probably tasting you there, which should not be as sexy as it is - and gives you a grin that tells you heâs pleased with himself.
âWhyâd you stop?â you pout. Youâd been getting really close.
âBecause Iâm impatient,â Cordell grunts, amused, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling out his cock. He groans when he gets himself in his hand, and you can see why â it must have been uncomfortable keeping something that size trapped behind clothes. You feel yourself clench at the sight, desperately wanting to feel him inside of you.
Cordell surges forward and kisses you again, deep and desperate, and this time when he grinds against you you feel the whole length of his cock dragging through the slip of your folds. He lubes himself up using your slick and his spit, and then heâs climbing onto the pool table with you, pushing you onto your back so youâre splayed out across the green felt top. You thread your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss you again. His tongue leaves your lips and moves to your neck, laving over your pulse point. You wonder absently if he can tell how fast your heart is beating.
You feel the fat tip of his cock press lightly against your entrance and you moan in preparation, anticipating how amazing itâs going to feel when heâs inside you.
âThatâs it baby girl,â Cordell hums low in his throat. âWanna hear how good youâre feeling, lemme hear you.â
âOh god please,â you whisper, breath hoarse because youâre trying not to scream at him to fuck you already.
âYeah, good girl,â Cordell presses a kiss to your throat as he begins to ease himself in.
âFuck, youâre big,â you whimper, eyes clenched shut as you try to focus on the sensation of him fucking into you for the first time. Then all the sudden you feel nothing, and his weight is gone from above you.
âShit, was I hurting you?â Cordell is hovering back on his knees, worriedly combing his hands through his hair.
âWhat? No,â you laugh, a little touched by the concern but mostly annoyed by the fact that Cordell was no longer inside you. âCan you get back down here, please?â
âYouâre sure?â Cordell checks again, and now youâre impatient.
âYes,â you huff, sitting up and dragging him down onto the table so heâs the one on his back, and you move to straddle his lap. âThis sure enough for you?â you grin wickedly as you grind your centre over his cock, flushed and hard against his hip.
âFuck, yeah,â he grunts, getting up on his elbows and reaching between your legs to draw across your clit in lazy circles. You moan under his touch as he slides his fingers between your legs and grabs hold of himself, angling his cock up so you can fit him against your entrance and slide down.
He feels even bigger like this, and you feel like a whore moaning as loud as you are but the sound of Cordell hissing - âshit, so hot baby girlâ - knocks those anxieties out of your mind for now. You finally make it to the bottom of his cock and you grind your hips against him, using his body to rub your clit while you fuck him.
âOh my god,â you whine, fucking yourself harder onto his cock, lifting your hips so he can thrust back into you. âMm, fuck yeah, so good.â
âFuck youâre so hot baby girl, love hearing how much you love this,â Cordell groans and his head thumps back on the table as you squeeze around his cock. He sounds a bit like a drunk frat guy, which makes you giggle, but you appreciate the praise and heâs not exactly wrong - you are loving this. The thick slide of him inside you feels just the right side of too much, to the point where you know youâll feel this tomorrow but you wonât actually be hurting.
You lean down and kiss across Cordellâs chest as you continue to thrust back onto his dick, and the new angle hits something inside you that makes you see stars. You know you make some kind of sound but you donât think any words are actually intelligible.
âYou find a good spot darlinâ?â Cordell grins down at you, propped up on his elbows again and holding your head to his chest.
âMmhmm,â you whimper as you fuck back into him, your clit rubbing against his skin with each stroke and his cock hammering at the nerves inside you. You feel your legs start to shake as you begin to come apart around him. âOhââ a choked off whine escapes you before every muscle in your body tenses and you freeze up against him until the euphoria bubbles over and everything begins to unravel and then you have no idea what youâre saying, you just know youâre coming harder than you have in a long time.
Cordell cards his fingers through your hair, cradling you against him the whole way through your climax. âThere you go baby, good girl. Good girl, let it all go for me,â he groans as you spasm around his cock and cling to his chest. When you draw yourself back to sentience, Cordell is rocking you against his hips, thrusting into you shallowly from below.
âHey there, darlinâ,â he smiles at you and punctuates his words with another little thrust. âThat feel good?â He grins wryly, clearly already very aware of the answer.
âMmhmm,â you sigh lazily, and stretch out to kiss him. His hands wrap around your head and hold you against his lips as he twists his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you slide yours back against it.
âAny objection if I fuck you senseless against this table now?â he checks as he pulls back from the kiss.
âYou really are a gentleman, Ranger Walker,â you smirk, but you pull off his lap and roll to the side, planning to let him get on top. He surprises you by jumping down off the table and pulling your ankles after him. When your feet are on the ground he spins you until your front is pressing against the pool surface and your wrists are behind your back, held together in just one of his hands.
âYou making fun of an officer of the law, missy?â Cordell teases, nipping at your throat before soothing it with a kiss.
âMaybe if you fucked me into this table like you keep promisinâ, Iâd shut up,'' you sass back, trying to provoke him. It works. Cordell lines himself back up with your entrance and plunges in in one stroke, making you whine into the felt below your cheek.
âWell, a gentleman should always keep his promises.â
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@walker-bingoâ prompt: Walker x The Boys
Summary:Â Cordell belonged to him and it was time he reclaimed his pet.
Pairing: Solider Boy x Cordell
Warnings: Possessive SB, Implied cheating, tiny Walker spoiler, and using Jackles for SB name
Word Count: 818
Rating: Mature
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"He wants you back."
Stan's whispered words no matter how much Cordell tried to bury them and hide them stayed with him and haunted him.
He had never told anyone about that undercover opt and the man he had met. The most dangerous man with who he had to seduce and sleep with. The man who made him feel things that he had never felt before. Who took him to new heights of pleasure and made him forget everything but the pleasure he was getting.
"You are mine Cordie and I don't share. I will find you again and when I do I will never let you go."
Those whispered promises that fell from those sinful lips and those dark and possessive green eyes that promised they would be together made Cordell feel dirty because he had Emily waiting for him at home. But in those moments he didn't want Emily he wanted him.
The man that consumes him is like an inferno. The man that made him unfaithful to his wife, the woman he did and still does love. Cordell felt horrible that when he was with him, he didn't think of her or his children. All that matter was him.
And Stan's final words to him confirmed what Cordell feared Solider Boy was coming for him.
+******+
A hand reached out and stroked the concerned face of Cordell Walker, "Oh Cordie, you do make it so easy for me. It is like you want me to reclaim you. Don't worry I will." He had waited for this moment for so long and now he would finally be able to reclaim his greatest prize.
+******+
The moment he stepped foot into his house Cordell knew that something was wrong. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and he felt the urge to shiver but managed to fight it back. He was suddenly so grateful that Stella and August were with their grandparents.
"You know I was almost disappointed in how easy it was to plant the cameras all-around you're home, but I did get some hot footage of you playing with yourself. The sight of you on your knees with three fingers in your ass, it was so delightful to see that you still remembered everything I taught you. I remember getting to see that show in person. You were such a slut, such a needy bottom who happily did whatever I wanted just for a taste of my dick."
The dark voice washed over Cordell and he turned to see his greatest dream and worst nightmare leaning against the wall looking like he was home.
"Jackles, what are you doing here?" Cordell was pleased to hear that his voice didn't waver once.
The deadly and very dangerous Solider Boy pushed himself off of the wall he had been leaning against and began to stalk his prey. "Why I am here to reclaim what is rightfully mine or did you forgot all those nights you spent with my dick in you where I claimed and marked you over and over again as my property." He purred out as he began circling Cordell like a tiger circling a deer.
Oh, Cordell remembered those nights well. He had been addicted to Jackles, everything. The man was a drug one that Cordell was still addicted to. "I won't let you harm my family." He vowed.
A wicked grin appeared on the man's handsome face, "Oh I wouldn't dream of it as long as you agree to return your rightful place by my side and in my bed." Jackles offered.
Cordell knew that he had very little choice, the man before him was one of the most dangerous living and going against him was a death wish. "As long as my family stays safe I agree."
"That's my good kitten. Now follow me." Jackles ordered as he turned on his heel and Cordell had little choice but to follow.
Cordell wasn't at all surprised when they arrived at the bedroom that he had once shared with Emily. He wanted to beg not there, anyplace but there but he knew it would do no good. Solider Boy always got what he wanted.
Always.
Strong arms grabbed him and Cordell found himself in a bruising and rough claiming kiss and he knew that was just the start.
Pulling back Jackles eyes were dark with lust and hunger, "We both know kitten that I am a drug you can't quit. Â There is no backing out, now strip and get on that bed. I am going to make sure that you never forget who you belong to." He growled out.
Cordell hated to admit it but he felt a surge of lust at Jackles command and he hated to admit it but he was right he was addicted to Solider Boy and wanted to once again wear his marks and be used by him.
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A/N II: part six of Duke x Reader/Cordell x Reader series of drabbles and stories for this bingo.
*Set between 2.05 Partners and Third Wheels & 2.06 Douglass Fir
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*no beta-all mistakes are mine
Walker
âAgent Graves knew Stan Morrison killed your wife...â
Those eight words turned my heart inside out again.
It was a good thing Micki showed up at that moment, she took one look and ordered me to take a walk before I lost my shit and hospital security got called.Â
I ended up in one of the city's parks heading down a hiking trail that thankfully wasnât busy this time of day came to an outcropping near the river, sat down, and took off my hat, letting it dangle between my legs, going back over that year.
The pain was followed by excessive drinking and extended workload, using both to numb me, barely going through the motions of life without actually being in it till the accident at home and decided it was best for all to leave, going undercover on Operation: Watch The Throne.Â
After months of trying to make inroads, those two women came; Twyla Jean, who got me into the Kings through a fake relationship, and Y/N, the mystery piece who made me put in the work to crack open the door she used to keep everyone at bay. Â
The one my memories, or is it my heart, refuses to release me from.Â
Later Stanâs betrayal was exposed after years of friendship..hell, the man was family, sent us all into a tailspin cumulated with us standing upon that spot forced him to confess after Emily stumbled upon a drug haul he pulled the trigger on the kill shot to save his own skin from Northside Nation.Â
All this time, now Iâm wondering how many other things Iâve missed.
I peered through the view window to see Micki texting on her phone spotting me taps a finger to her lips, and came out quietly shutting the door.
âYou cooled off?â
âYeah, hey, thank you for giving me some time to sort stuff out.â
âIs it sorted?â
âFor now. So did Y/N write anything else about Mannon?â
âShe wrote down a few places he might be hiding but so far, no sign heâs been to any of them. The doctor came by and said sheâll be out tomorrow. I let Cap know and heâs arranging a safe house.â
âOkay, good.â
âSo, you wanna tell me about it?â
âNo.â
Mickiâs eyebrow arched, âsince when?â
I spy James coming down the hall, âhow about not right now.âÂ
âIâll hold you to that.â
âHold him to what?â James asked, âCap, we all set?â Micki deflected.
âEverythingâs set but Iâd rather finish this discussion a little more privately,â he opens the door for her to enter first, âI called in a couple of favors and got the safe house in Buffalo.â
âThatâs not in our jurisdiction,â Micki says and James lowers his voice, âI did some digging. Itâs not been substantiated but itâs looking like Mannon may not only have informants in Austin but other law enforcement agencies, so we need to fly under the radar on this.â
âYouâre thinking Graves is on the leaks?âÂ
âI couldâve told you that,â a scratchy voice answered.
âYouâre supposed to be writing, not talking.â I sternly say and you give me that particular look hear James stifle a laugh before clapping my shoulder, âgood luck with that.â
Next morningÂ
The nurse had finished going over discharge instructions when James dropped by with the safehouse details and informed us that the landlord had taken what Y/N had of value as payment for damages and tossed everything else.Â
âMy bag, yâall happen to confiscate it?â James shook his head, âIâm sorry, we didnât find it.â
âWhat happened to the clothes I had on?â
âThey had to cut your uniform off and you were barefoot.â
âLeave it to that sonuvabitch to take my last sixty-five bucks.â Y/N croaked out.
âIâve already signed off on a purchase voucher for what youâll need,â James said, âIâll reach out to some contacts who can help with getting you back on your feet once we have Mannon in custody.â
Tugging at the robe-covered hospital gown, âwonder if theyâll let me keep this lovely ensemble, maybe get some of those awesome slippers to match since I donât have a-pot to piss in.â
She broke off coughing and I grabbed the water cup, âthatâs what you get for talking too much,â sticking the straw between her lips. âYou can borrow my stuff till we get you some.â
âIâm no charity case, Ranger Walker,â Â Y/N mumbled around the straw.
âNever thought you were.âÂ
Buffalo, TX
âWell, this is quaint.âÂ
Mickiâs sarcasm wasnât far off.Â
The safe house turned out to be an older one-bedroom, one-bath ranch in the middle of nowhere with a pull-out and doorways I have to duck through.
âAt least we got a clear view of the perimeter.â
âFor once Iâm happy itâs winter, makes it harder for anyone to hide, even in camo,â Micki commented. âWeâll still need to periodically check around that corpse of trees, looked pretty thick when we pulled in.â
âLetâs hope Mannon hasnât caught on to our ruse and is following the decoy to Fredericksburg.âÂ
Micki opened the fridge, âwhoever set this up didnât leave much, I better do a supply run.â
âWhy you?â
âCause an almost 6â5â Sasquatch in Ranger clothes isnât gonna stand out?â
âGood point. Head out-of-town so locals stay in the dark.â
âIâll change and go to Palestine or Mexia,â Micki grabs her bag and goes into the bedroom leaving the door cracked, âgotta feeling we'll be stuck here for a while, so Iâll double up on the groceries, especially with how much you pack away.âÂ
âFunny, whereâs Y/N?â
Micki walked out slipping on her jacket and crossing her arms, âlocked herself in the bath muttering something about preferring the hoosgow then stuck in an ace in the hole with a tenderfoot and blatherskite. Sheâs got quite the mouth on her.â
âY/N tends to be colorful when stressed.â
 âWhatâs she like normally?â
âSarcasm on a shingle.â Y/N sarcastically quips.
My breath hitched seeing you in my flannel and faded jeans, the type so worn in theyâre almost too comfortable to take off, accentuating your curves thatâve haunted my dreams spot toes peeking out under the rolled cuffs.
âWhatâre you grinning at?â
âYou ahh, you still wear that purple polish.â
âRight. Iâm gonna get going,â I felt Mickiâs scrutiny, mouthing behave, making mine downturn in response.
âI see Ramirez doesnât tolerate any of your bullshine either.âÂ
Not giving me a chance to respond, you walk off to the cupboard finding the extra set of bedding and pillows come back, cocking your head for me to move.
âWhatâre you doing?â
âMaking up the pullout.â
âOkay, but youâre not sleeping out here.â
âWhy?â
âWhatâd ya mean why? Youâre doubling up with Micki..â
âYou two can double up in this dice house, Iâm parking it out here!â
âThe hell you are! Look, your ex has proven he can slip in and out of places undetected so until heâs in custody, weâre going to need to keep you within eyesight 24/7.â
âRanger Walker, does that mean youâre personally gonna join me in the bath and scrub my back?â
âI..you..you know thatâs not what I meant!â
âIâm not going to argue this one,â your voice is wearing out from overuse, âY/N you probably aren't gonna believe me but I understand what a traumatic..â
âHow am I supposed to believe anything coming from that mouth of yours?â Shit, the sheer vitriol in your voice.
 âI know this is my only chance at earning any trust from you again, and Iâm gonna be one hundred percent open and honest.â Sitting down I looked up at her with no filters, âremember me telling you about my wife?â
âYou said she died in an accident.â
âHer name was Emily. The last time I saw her, she and a friend headed for the border, restocking supply stations. She called..she was so scared then I heard gunshots..I tried calling her back but I knew.â Â
Fuck, feel like Iâm gonna choke on my tongue.
âAfter the funeral, I buried myself in the job and the bottle. Finally, my family, James, and Stan Morrison did an intervention. I couldnât be there anymore so I told them I was taking the undercover job outta town..and lost myself in those months. â
I wasnât expecting you to sit down next to me, let alone place your hand on my leg, and took the risk of placing my hand on top of yours.
âIâve made a lot of mistakes and have no right but I am asking you to give me, Cordell Walker, a chance to prove you can trust me.â
Days later
âHow much more time does she need?â Micki snapped.
Y/Nâs indecisiveness was wearing on all our nerves, seriously thinking of hitting that bottle Iâd snuck in.Â
Of course, it didnât help this morning Micki decided to try talking, okay, she tried some psychoanalysis learned from Adrianna, leading to one helluva blowout that had me physically hauling Y/N outside like a sack of taters.Â
Glancing away from you angrily pacing outside to an equally angry Micki, âas long as she needs. Look, weâre all tired and cranky..â
 âYou think?âÂ
âWe canât push..â
â.. then implement those charms of yours Beau so we can..â
âWrap this up and move on to the next case?âÂ
We both startled not hearing you come in, âgee, wish it was that easy for me, Iâd love to be able to move on from this.â
âYouâve had ample opportunity to tell anyone in law enforcement..â
âIf I had, I'd been dead a long time ago.â
âWhat?âÂ
âThereâs a shitload more to this than youâve been told.âÂ
âWalker, grab that bottle I know youâve got, and letâs all get real comfortable,â Micki retrieved three cups and sat down.
âI donât wanna discuss my personal goings-on so letâs start with what brought him here.â Y/N threw back her drink, âya know why I ditched my real name?âÂ
âYour file wasnât clear.â
âBecause I wouldnât play their reindeer games.â Not entirely sure where she was going and Micki appeared as puzzled as me. âWait, you two really donât know who my family are?â
âNo.â
âDaddy got his start by helping certain elected individuals with their less-than-legal activities. In appreciation, they made him Senator Y/D/L/N.â
âOne of the Senators who confirms PSC appointments,â Micki states, and I add, âPSC oversees DPS,â some more pieces click, âhe found out about Stanâs illegal activities.â
Y/N tapped the side of her nose.
 âThe mysterious appearance of pension funds also blipped on the Secret Services financial investigations radar but they didnât have enough tangible evidence against Morrison. It was sheer coincidence Eric was sent at the same time the Kings started robbing banks.âÂ
âThe Kings started a few months before Walker went undercover.â
âNo, theyâd started small a few years ago, Clint wanted it down to a T before moving on to bigger game, that was Ericâs in. He came up with partnering with Northside; in exchange for laundering the money, theyâd make a delivery or pickup while on the circuit, thatâs how Clint, Crystal, and Jaxon got misdemeanor drug charges. When Twerp came in, Clint persuaded her into giving Northside banking information on the businesses they were interested in, like The Side Step and Carlos Mendoza's family businesses.â Â
âWow, gotta give it to Graves,â Micki interjects, âsheâs better at burying shit than Iâd given her credit for.âÂ
Y/N gave me a curious look, âyou didnât know any of this?â
âNo, but it makes sense, what Stan said, this canât go on. I thought it was my screwing up at home but I was already getting too close before going under, why he hoped that the Rodeo Kings would end me.â
âJust like Clint, mightâve called you family but didnât stop him from turning if he thought you were a threat.â
Micki pointedly glares at Y/N, âand you blithely went along with them, not caring who got hurt..âÂ
Y/N shot outta her seat and disappeared outside.
Shit!Â
I sat down next to Y/N and leaned back against the same corps trees that half circled a small pond hand her one of the mugs Iâd brought.Â
âBeen out here awhile, thought you might need a warm-up.â She took a sip and smiled, âyouâve never forgotten what I like since that first time you offered me coffee.â
âMy daddy told me before I got married, âson, the key to a happy marriage is never forget what a woman likes to drinkâ.â
Y/N sighed, âClint always was crazier than a Kiowa Paint Mare, somewhere along the way, he got twisted. I never believed heâd take things that far, or hurt your family as he did.â
 âHowâd you..â
âTrevor. He told me everything but your real name.â
âClint blamed me for Crystal, for what happened that day, wanted me to understand what it was to suffer. If Trevor hadnât interfered, Iâda killed him with my bare hands.âÂ
âThen youâd have become him.â
âHmph, Iâve been on the edge of that precipice more than once.â âBut you didnât jump,â she said, âyour Jimmy Cricket didnât let you.â
âLet your conscience be your guide Jimmy Cricket?â
âNo, donât know what else to call it. That something that stops you from stepping off the ledge of not coming back,â she shrugged.
âFor me, itâs my family. No matter how hard it gets, they never gave up on me.â
Y/N starts playing with the chain for my dog tags, making the rational part of my brain holler at me this is wrong, sheâs under my protection and off limits.
Irrational desire flames in me as her feathery touch makes my skin tingles, accept the invitation of tasting her sweet lips.
A hand covering my mouth instinctively made me grab their arm.
âWalker, itâs me,â Y/N whispered before removing her hand, âstay quiet, there are people moving around outside.â
âHow many?â
âNot sure but I saw three night-sights.â
Shit, not good hear Micki stirring, âhey, weâve got company.â
***
âSlow down but donât stop,â I reach for my duffel from the floorboard.
â..you bailing out of a moving vehicle wasnât..â
âHeâs right,â Y/N grabs hers, âsticking together gonna get you killed. Iâll split, you two can say it was during the firefight and..â
â..Iâm coming with you..â
 â..the hell you are..â
â..you are in my custody and my responsibility. Micki, got any extra cash on you?âÂ
I rifled through the wallet she tossed me, âget Liam to discretely look into Gravesâs recent activities, got a feeling Mannonâs sudden appearance wasnât random, and tell James Iâll be in contact in a few days.â
âWalker..â
âI know. Be careful Flor, we donât know who to trust inside the circle anymore.âÂ
Summary: Once you were her best friend. Now her widower seeks shelter in your arms.
Square Filled: Cordell Walker
Ship: Cordell Walker x fem!Reader, Cordell Walker x Emily Walker (widowed)
Characters: Stella Walker
Rating: Explicit
Warnings:Â angst, language, mentions of loss of a loved one, grief, unrequited love, smut, protected sex, scared of feelings, guilt, sneaking around, secret affair
A/N: This is partially an AU. Cordell didnât go undercover. Emily and the readerâs boyfriend died together on their way to Y/Nâs birthday party. And the reader is Cordellâs partner for the sake of my story. His partner from the show will have an appearance either way.
Word Count: 1,7 k
Created for: @walker-bingoâ
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2021 Walker Bingo masterlist
Divider by @firefly-graphicsâ
Once upon a time life was good to you, great even.
Life was all you ever dreamed of. Until. One day. Your world exploded.
One day your best friend, the woman you considered family, and your boyfriend got killed after you tried to arrest an unforgiving man. You and your partner lost the people you love on the same day.
While you tried to pick up the pieces and put your life back together, Cordell preferred to despair, and to use you as an outlet for his pain, grief, and frustration.
He can be gentle and cruel within a heartbeat.
Emily was the love of his life but Jason was just someone you spend your days with to fill your empty life. Sometimes he calls you cold or heartless only as you gave Jasonâs belongings to the Salvation Army after one year of grieving.Â
Cordell can never know the reason for your fast recoveryâŚhe can never knowâŚ
âI need youââ it always starts with these three words, followed by a desperate look and his hands. God his large hands reach out for you to touch, caress and grope. âBaby Girl.â
âWe talked about this, Cordell,â you weakly press your hands against his chest, shaking your head ever so slightly. âI canât do this. We are partners and she was my best friend.â
âDidnât stop you from fucking her widower not six months after she got killed,â here we go. The sweet and desperate Cordell is gone, replaced by a blank nerve wanting to hurt and drag you down. âOnly as you got over Jason like he meant nothing to you doesnât mean I can just stop grieving.â
âThen why do you come here to fuck me?â he takes off his cowboy hat, nervously playing with it. âCordell, we shouldnât do this. Itâs no good for you or me. What if your kids find out?â
âAll I can think about is to have you underneath me, pinned to the mattress and my cock so deep inside it hurts,â he drops his hat, steps over it to grasp for you. âI want you, baby girl.â
âShitââ pinned to the wall seconds later you find yourself falling for your best friendâs widower all over again. Itâs not a secret you were in love with Cordell before Emily even met him. He just never showed interest in asking you out and when Emily came into the picture, you backed off like the good friend you were.
âSay you need me,â he buries his face in your neck, inhales your scent deeply. âBaby girl, tell me that you need me and that you want to feel me.â
âCordell, fuck baby,â you whimper his name, ignore the guilt eating your soul up once again. All you can focus on are his hands grip your waist to hoist you up, holding you midair until you sling your legs around his waistline hands cradling his face to kiss him deeply. âI need you.â Itâs not a lie. You always needed him; he just didnât know it.
âI need you too,â he kisses you fiercely, almost desperate to forget all the pain and his empty bed at home when he tugs at your clothes or moans your name. âGive in, baby girl.â
You are a mess, both of you. While you let Cordell strip you bare, not just your body but your soul and heart, he pants, moans, and whines on top of you.
It doesnât take long for him to slide into you and pin your hands above your head to make sure you know this isnât love-making.
Two sides of the very same coin hit you where it hurts the most. Every. Single. Time. He doesnât take his time to be gentle and loving. Its raw, unadulterated lust driving him into you.
âFuck, baby girl,â he watches your lips part and your eyes dilate when he starts to move his hips. âLook at me.â Itâs a command you follow immediately. He holds your wrists pinned to the mattress to make sure you can't touch him gently. âGood girl, always so good for me.â
âCordell, you need toââ his lips kiss your protest away, force moans and tiny whimpers out of you. âPlease.â
âJust tell me you need me as much as I need you, Y/N,â he finally says your name, not baby girl, and you nod, ashamed you let the widower of your best friend fuck you like a whore on cheap sheets.
âI need you,â you choke the words out, looking away, not wanting to hold his gaze when the familiar burn is back, the one pushing you violently over the edge only to leave you hollow in the end.
âLook at you, so responsive,â his hands finally let go of your wrists to roughly cup your breasts. His thumbs toy with your nipples leave them hard and throbbing. âThose tits, so pretty,â he dives in, suckles one nipple into his hot mouth to push you closer to the edge.
He moves slow, deliberate, plays your body like an instrument. You are in trance, only feel his body press yours to the mattress, mind blank once again.
Another deep thrust makes you moan his name loudly. âFuck, Iâm gonna cum,â you grasp for his shoulders to bring Cordell closer to your heated body to hold him, even if itâs only for this fleeting moment. âCordell.â
âSo tight and warm for me,â his hands grip your thighs to spread you wider. He loves to watch his huge cock disappear in your pussy, the one only he owns. âYou take me so well and deep, baby girl.â
You cry out in pleasure, back arching off the bed when his cock hits that spot taking your breath away. His large hands cup your ass, squeeze it tightly.
Cordell holds himself inside your body, stops moving to feel you clench tightly around his thick length. Just staring down at you.
âCord, whatâs wrong?â you whimper breathlessly.Â
âJust wanted to feel you cum before I fill this cunt up,â his pace becomes brutal after your orgasm.
He moans, eyes glued to your face as he tries to pretend you are only a warm body he can use, a toy to fulfill a primal need, not the woman he could fall forâŚ
âOhââ you watch him move on top of you, memorize his features, the way his hair is glued to his sweaty forehead, and those obscene veins in his arms, popping out. âI want you to cum, let me feel it, Cordell. Fuck me.â
âFuck, youâshit Y/N,â he groans, hips jerking violently before he allows himself to let go.Â
When itâs over he rolls off you to dispose of the condom, already looking for his clothes on the floor.
You have a routine. He comes to your apartment, convinces you to let him fuck you, and leaves you alone and cold moments after your high.
Tonight, you wrap yourself into a sheet and turn around to not watch Cordell hastily put his clothes back on. You would give the world for him to stay the night, but you know he will leave soon.
As usual, you take deep breaths to hide the tears forming in your eyes. âThank you,â he says, and you feel like a fool all over again.
âI got a job offer in New York,â you casually say. âDo you remember? I always wanted to be with the FBI. Three years ago, they didnât have a position for me, but last week, I got a call.â
âOhââ is all you get. You can hear the ruffling of clothing, and then the door opens. âYou should take their offer. Being my partner is a dead end. A girl like you shouldnât stay a Texas Ranger,â the coldness in his voice breaks your heart.
âYeah, maybe I should,â you clear your throat while you try not to cry. âI will call them on Monday. Have a greatââ the door closes before you can say another word. âFiguresâŚâ
âFBI?â Stella blanches. âYou want to go to New York to work with the FBI, Y/N?â she cries. âYou canât leave me too. Why is everyone leaving me?â
âStella bear, nothing is decided yet,â you sit next to her on the steps, patting her thigh. âThey called me two weeks ago, and I just thought I should at least fly to New York to talk to them. Donât you think?â
âI donât know,â she sniffles. âWhat did dad say? You are his partner, Y/N. He needs you,â you sling one arm around Stellaâs shoulders, hiding she just added another crack to your fragile heart. âWe need you. You are family to us. Mom loved you.â
âI loved your mom too, Stella bear,â giggling at the awful nickname Stella leans her head against your shoulder, and you feel the guilt overwhelm you once again. If only the girl knew you are banging her father. âShe was my best friend and your dad is my friend too.â
âY/N?â Cordell walks toward his house with long steps. âIs there an emergency? Do you need my help? Itâs Sunday.â
âYour mom invited me for dinner, and I met Stella in town and drove her home. If you donât want me here, I understand,â you try to keep the sadness out of your voice.
âGrandma wants a family dinner, dad,â Stella grumbles. âIf I must spend time with my lame brother and you, I want Y/N to join us. At least sheâs cool.â
âCool?â Cordell smirks, glancing down at you. âI remember there was a time when she had braces and was a shy little mouse.â
âY/N shy? I donât believe a single word, dad,â she nudges your side. âRight, Y/N. You never were shy.â
âI hate to admit it, but I was a little shy. Your mom helped me break out of my shell and become the woman I am today. I miss her,â you sniff, watching Cordell sit next to his daughter.Â
âEmily, she always talked about you. How you helped her get better grades,â Cordell says. âShe loved you too, Y/N.â
When you sit at his table half an hour later, watching Cordell with his family you decide your last encounter was the last time. You wonât risk messing his family up even more...
âWe canât do this again, Cordell,â you sigh when he leans in your doorframe, that look in his eyes again. âI told you after the dinner with your family we should stay only friends.â
âY/N, we are friends butââ he cups your cheek with one hand, thumb swiping over your lips, âI need you, baby girlâŚâ