MultiFandom Oneshots (Smut)

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy (Cole Cassidy x TransMale! Reader)

Pairing: Cole Cassidy x FtM Reader
Warning(s): Vaginal sex, vaginal terms such as pussy, clit, etc are used throughout, face sitting/eating out, not beta read

Cassidy tensed as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, relaxing when you'd muttered his name against him. The bar you'd gone out to was getting crowded and you were starting to get uncomfortable at some of the looks people had been giving you. One too many drinks and self-control goes out the window with some people.

"Somethin' up, darlin'?" Cassidy asks. You shake your head, nudging your nose into his neck for a moment.

"Jus' wanted to come see you a moment," you answer as you eye his glass of whiskey. "And steal your drink," you add, snatching his glass before he could push it out of your reach.

Cassidy scowls as you hand him the empty glass. You offer him a smile before taking his hat off his head. He reaches to take it back from you, missing as you step away from him and place the accessory on your head. "I'll meet you outside in an hour, cowboy," you tease, patting his arm as you step back into the crowd.

True to your word, you were outside in an hour. You leaned against the wall of the bar, a cigar in your mouth as you chatted with another bar patron. His hat remained perched on your head and Cassidy couldn't think of a time you'd looked any hotter than you did then.

Smoke billowed from your mouth as you spoke. The top buttons of your button up had been popped open, exposing your chest- including a lovely set of hickeys Cassidy had given you a couple nights prior- to the cool evening air. The hat, his hat, was angled down, obstructing the top half of your face.

Cassidy watched you rummage through your pockets before you pulled out the pack of matches you keep on you. He always found it amusing that you lit your cigars with matches. You handed the pack to the patron who lit up a cigarette. He decided to walk up to you then, leaning against the wall next to you.

At this proximity, he could see your eyes had been trained on him, a mischievous look in your eyes as you stood up straight. "Need something, cowboy?" You ask, offering him your cigar.

"You with that guy?" The patron asks and Cassidy can't hold back his smile as you roll your eyes. He takes your cigar with a curt nod as you turn to answer the person.

"Sure am," you answer, taking your matches back when offered. You can't make out what the person says after before they're walking off to bother someone else. "Fucker wouldn't leave me alone," you mutter, taking your cigar back before putting it out.

"So you weren't talkin' to 'em to make me jealous?" Cassidy teases. You scoff and grab the collar of his shirt to pull him closer to you.

"I would never," you grin, ghosting your lips over his. He can smell the remnants of your cigar on your breath and he knows you can practically taste the whiskey he'd been drinking. "You want me to?"

It was Cassidy's turn to scoff, pressing his lips against yours. His hands find your waist and he's pushing you back into the wall behind you as he trades a few kisses with you. "Home?" He asks as he pulls back.

"Unless you wanna bang in a motel, yeah."

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The moment the door closed behind you, Cassidy was on you. His hands finished unbuttoning your shirt and pushing it off of your torso kicking. It hits the ground and he kicks it away for later cleanup. You push your chest into his hands as he traces the scars just under your pecs. He always does when he gets your shirt off.

He hums affectionately and he leans in to kiss you again, tilting his head so he doesn't bump his forehead against his hat that you're still wearing. Thumbs brush over your nipples and you groan into his mouth.