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cowboy reiner oneshot

"come on sugar i said i was sorry."

four times. four times he's come home from working late after saying he'd stop doing it.

you understand he loves his job.

owning and operating his own farm has been his dream every since you two have met and you understood that it takes up a lot of his time.

you've been together for 2 years, you're used to it.

but lately he's been spending too much time working. always coming in late to find his dinner wrapped up for him with a tiny note reading 'i don't want you coming to bed on an empty stomach' with a tiny heart next to it.

he feels bad he really does especially when you bite your tongue about it and do sweet little things like that.

he swears he's not doing it on purpose, work just tends to keep him busy.

today he came home late, again. he found you curled up in bed watching one of your favorite shows.

instead of running to him and peppering his face with kisses you barely even gave him a smile and said hello.

he messed up, bad.

now he's next to your side of the bed, his face next to yours as you dodge and evade his kisses and gentley slip out of his grasp.

"you always say that."

your voice is so soft and he can hear the underlying sadness in it.

"sugar," he implores gently.

he cups your face in his big rugged hands and turns you to look at him. you can't help the flutter you feel in your stomach as you look at him.

skin tan from being in the sun all day, beard shaved down and kept neat, he didn't even bother taking off his deep brown cow boy hat.

you always get so weak in the knees seeing him in that hat and that deep southern drawl in his voice gets deeper whenever he speaks gently to you.

"you gonna stay mad at me?"

his hands feel so safe and he's radiating this masculine energy from him, it's take everything in you not to turn into a complete puddle.

"yes." "thought so," he tsks.

he changes his grip on you, one of his rough hands wraps around your delicate neck. not enough to choke you, just enough so he has control to move you.

he pulls you towards him and presses his lips to yours. it's one of those slow, passionate kisses.

you can't help but melt into it. his soft lips over yours, moving them so slow as his tongue pushes past your plump lips.

he almost chuckles at the tiny whimper that slips from you when his tongue slides against yours.

he separates his lips from yours, placing a final soft tender kiss on your lips before pulling back from yours the tiniest bit.

"'m real sorry sugar," he speaks against your lips.

he sees you suck your bottom lip in between your teeth, you're being stubborn.

"i know what you need." "wha-hey!"

he pushes you down onto your back and climbs onto to hover over you, completely covering you with his hulky form.

you grumble and protest and try to sit up and move away but he doesn't let you. he's gently pushing you back down, barely using his strength to get you to behave.

he finds it kind of adorable how much you're fighting to get up but he can easily put you back down.

"feisty little thing," he muses softly.

he takes his hat off and expertly tosses it on the lounge chair in the corner. he ducks his head and begins placing tender kisses on your neck.

"don't...'m still mad at you." "i know," he drawls.

"you..." you feel more breathless the more he kisses you, "you won't make me forgive you so easily."

"i know darlin'," he spoke between kisses.

you talk so big and yet you're lying your head back so he can explore your neck more.

he makes quick work of your shorts, glad you're not sporting any panties under, all while not removing his lips from your neck.

"you want me to prep you darlin' or get right to it?"

what are you doing? you can't let him win this easily.

you place your hands on his shoulders and try to push him off of you. of course, he doesn't budge. he's like a stone wall.

"n-neither because you don't get the privilege to-," "want me to beg?"

the way his smooth voice ghosts over your ear and resonates in you making you feel so warm and makes goosebumps erupt on your arms. you feel your face heat up at his words, "...what?"

"do you want me to beg? 'cause if i don't got the privilege to touch my pretty wife the way she deserve then i sure as hell gotta earn it right?"

words completely escape you leaving you a stammering mess.

it feels like he broke your brain. you throw your arms over your face trying to hide how flustered that made you.

"just...do what you want," you mumble out.

"much obliged darlin'," he says deeply.

after a few minutes of prepping you, you were already wet beyond belief. you made the biggest wet spot in your shorts and your clit was so puffy and neglected reiner will make sure it give her extra loving after.

your breath hitches as he rubs his tip between your sticky folds.

"look at me sugar."

you haven't moved your hands from covering your face and he was starting to miss his pretty wife.

"cmon."

he gently wraps his hand around your throat and you instantly drop your arms.

"howdy," he chuckles deeply.

your eyes are glossy and clouded with lust as you look up at it.

"no lookin away now ya hear?"

his grip tightens on your neck a bit as he pushes into you slowly, making you take inch after delicious inch.

"that's it, good girl."

he knows you're trying so so hard to keep looking at it. he can't help but find how you're struggling to be so endearing.

seeing your lashes flutter and eyes begin to roll back only for you to fight it and keep watching him.

when he finally bottoms out he starts feeding you lanquid, deep strokes.

his hand never moves from your neck and you wouldn't want it any other way.

"lord have mercy," he grits out.

he bends down and brushes another sweet kiss against your lips and never stopping his thrusts.

"feelin better sugar?"

that gravely rumble in his voice never fails to make you swoon.

"a l-little," you breathe.

another gentle peck, "'m sorry for coming home so late. promise tonight was the last time."

you whimper against his lips and he gives you another tender kiss, "forgive me?"

you couldn't be mad anymore. you nod as best you can and he gives you that boyish smile that makes your heart do flips.

"i love you sugar."

all night long he made sure he fucked you so good you begged him to stop. the next three days he spent with you at home reminding you how much he truly adores you.

the end <3