summary: a new guy in your small town peaks your interest
tw: farmer schlatt!!, no use of y/n, afab reader, farmer!schlatt, unprotected sex, cursing, name calling (hun, slut, whore, sweetheart), drinking, smoking, reverse cowgirl, dom! schlatt, mean! schlatt, degradation, pussy-slapping, fingering, multiple orgasms (f recieving)
the sun flowed past the window and across your body to wake you up in a lazy haze.
the a/c was broken (again) so the summer heat was thick in your room. rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you look at the clock on your nightstand.
farmer’s market day…and you’re late.
almost comically, you stumble out of bed to throw on the first pair of dirty jeans and linen blouse and rush down the stairs.
you were smart enough yesterday to load up your truck with the things you were selling, so you sped off the dirt trail.
“g’morning, miss may,” you say to your stall neighbor.
“well look who decided to show up!” the older woman joked.
she comes to the bed of your truck to help unload.
“i know, i know, i’m sorry. i was up all night knitting for mama,” you lie.
you were actually up all night drinking on the porch, ripping cigs, and reading trashy romance novels on the porch. you had the mosquito bites to prove it.
“s’alright…” she mutters.
as she gets your case of peaches out, you see miss may’s eyes wandering to the other side of the aisle at a new face.
a tall man wearing the typical farmer attire of a flannel and jeans had his arms crossed upon his wide chest, looking down at his wares.
he was selling an assortment of vegetables: beans, carrots, corn, potatoes.
he looks up and catches yours and miss may’s gaze. he flashes and awkward smile, a wave, and then turns away.
“who’s that, miss may” you ask.
“jay. he’s new, just bought mister kenny’s land, god rest his soul,” she gossips, “he seems sweet, why don’t you go talk to ‘im?”
you shake your head. the last time miss may tried to set you up with someone, it was her nephew who didn’t shower after being out on the fields.
“no m’am, i think i’ll pass today.”
you can’t see miss may because she’s sauntered back to her stall, but you know she was making faces.
$428.86. the actual fruits of your labor did you good this day. after helping miss may load her things, you looked across the way and saw that the mysterious jay had up and left.
you wondered if he did good on his first market day.
eh, don’t really matter, you think.
“headed to your mama?” miss may asked from her truck window.
“to give ‘er whatever you were knittin’ last night!”
you blink in embarrassment.
“ohhh, right…yeah i’ll go around there later. have a nice night, miss may!”
you wave at each other and you head…not to mama’s but home to get ready for the bar.
it was a worn tee, daisy dukes, and chuck taylor’s kind of evening for the dive bar.
the only bar in town, actually.
the lights were low for the exception of old colorful lights hanging randomly from above. the faded rainbow bounces off your skin as you weave your way over to the bar.
the bartender turns and gives you a wide grin when he sees it’s you.
“thought you’d never come back! whachu want girl?” he says.
stubs gives you a wink before disappearing to retrieve your beer.
your head turns to scan the bar, hoping to see someone you knew. anyone.
but then, someone you don’t know is next to you at the bar. you can see his chestnut waves flopping front of his eyes.
you turn your head to take him in fully.
the man from the farmer’s market is far taller than you expected, he’s at least an entire foot taller than you. the flannel he’s wearing hugs his torso firmly, his jeans form fitting in the same manner.
he’s definitely more attractive up front.
“hey,” you start, “i saw you at the farmer’s market this morning. first time?”
he tilts his down to look at you.
“uh, yeah. yeah, today went alright, though,” his accent was not what you were thinking…it was completely devoid of a southern twang.
he’s not from around here, or anywhere near.
“where’d you move here from?” you ask.
“new york. can’t really grow what i want to up there,” he explains.
you nod, “i saw your beans. they look good!”
he smiles and thanks you.
stubs returns and takes his order, a jack daniels honey on the rocks.
“it’s on me,” you tell stubs.
your new bar partner thanks you again.
later in the evening, he confirms that his name is jay and he moved to not only get a better shot at growing beans, but to eventually raise cattle and live a nice quiet life
“well you found the right place,” you assured him.
the two of you kept drinking together. four more coors banquet from you and five more jack daniels honey from him was all it took for you to find your way to the dingy dance floor. his movements are awkward and stiff at first, but when you turn your back to him and begin gyrating to the music, he loosens up.
his large hands envelope each side of your waist and brings you closer to him.
your ass is flush against the zipper of his jeans.
you rest your back against his chest and feel his hot breath fan across your neck. one of your hands rises to drag your nails through the coarse hair plastered to his cheek.
his hands move lower down your body, exploring your thighs and the underside of your ass.
“so fuckin’ hot,” he mumbles against your skin.
you smirk and jut yourself firmly against his growing bulge as a thank you.
you feel his breath hitch in his chest.
as the music continues your dancing becomes filthier, hips swaying sloppily against jay.
his fingers loop into your belt loops and pull you back even further into him so he commands into your ear, “come outside.”
the southern heat doesn’t stop at night. you’re instantly bombarded with the thick humid air when jay pushes the bar door open. the cicada symphony is in full swing, almost deafening once you’re fully outside.
jay slips a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, slipping one into his mouth and lighting it instantly.
“so, what’s your deal?” he asks between puffs.
“you’re just gonna tease me all night or are we gonna do something?” he hands you the cigarette.
“you’re bold,” you retort.
you can’t help but laugh, half out of what he said and half out of nervousness. you’ve never taken someone home from the bar. he's not laughing with you, though. his eyes are scanning you with an almost predatory gaze.
this makes you realize that he's actually serious.
"your place or mine?" you ask, handing him the now short cigarette.
as he puffs, you see him thinking.
he tosses the butt to the gravel and stomps it out. he says nothing as he strides over to his truck.
he opens the door and gestures for you to climb on in.
the fuck have i gotten myself into? you think as you do what you're told.
his tires grumble across the gravel road that leads up to his barn. you can't really tell what it looks like, but you can definitely tell that it's big.
jay hops out of his side and is quick to meet you by yours, opening it for you.
he opens the double doors to the barn and you notice the stalls filled with hay and a few wooden benches strewn about.
"you wanna do it in here?" you ask him.
moonlight is filtering in through the cracks of the wood and small windows that make up the barn, lighting jay's face when you look up at him.
"thought it'd be nice to christen it," he jokes.
you don't even get a chance to laugh at him because his lips latch to yours hungrily in an instant. his lips are chapped from being in the sun, but suck up the moisture from your mouth so easily.
you return his kiss by opening your mouth wide for him. he licks the expanse of your tongue before he circles his lips around it and sucks it into his mouth.
his hands find their home on your waist but slide down into your back pockets. he's massaging the fat of your ass while simultaneously pushing your groins together.
you hoist yourself up onto your toes to lean into his neck to bite at his skin. you feel him groan against your teeth.
"damn, honey," he grunts.
he gently grabs at your ponytail to make you look at him.
"take your clothes off," he commands.
"use your words," he says.
he smirks at you as he starts to work at the buttons of his flannel. you're both staring each other down as you strip. he only gets down to his boxers, so you take off your bra and stand before him in your thong.
the crickets and cicadas outside seem to applaud you with their hums.
"your body is insane," he compliments, stepping toward you to rest his hands on your waist.
"thank you, sir," you smile.
he grabs your hand and you both move to a bench in the corner of the barn. he sits with his legs spread wide.
"lay on my lap, ass up," he demands.
it takes a bit of awkward maneuvering but your elbows and knees are soon flush against the wooden bench. you can feel that he's already hard when you lay your lower half down onto his lap.
"i can already see how wet you are, slut," he spits.
you gasp when you feel his thumb rub against the fabric of your panties.
"you were probably soaking when you saw me at the farmer's market, huh?" he pushes your panties down your legs, exposing your center to the heated air.
"can't believe you'd go home with some fuckin' guy you just met," he mutters.
"well, i went to a barn with some guy i just met, not his home," you sneer.
he slaps his hand down to your pussy with a sharp crack. you make a sound somewhere between a scream and a moan.
"oh, you wanna be fuckin' mouthy, huh?"
he smacks you again, your walls clenching in surprise.
"let's see if this pussy feels sorry," he slips his long middle finger deep into your cunt as he speaks.
your back arches at the feeling of his knuckles slipping into you. he runs a gentle handle over the small of your back.
"you're so tight...needy..."
he plunges another finger into you and begins to pick up the pace. his fingers pumping in and out of you create a wet squelching noise.
you're mewling for him, writhing and pushing your hips against him.
jay's digits move with skilled precision, twisting and scissoring as they go. the tips of his fingers grace across your g-spot.
you try to hold back your orgasm so you could feel his fingers for longer, but you can't help it when you clench down on him.
"you're gonna cum already? god, i knew you were a whore," he teases.
he slows down his movements. you whine in protest and grind yourself against his hand. in doing this, you feel his painful erection against your stomach.
"please sir, please.." you pant
he's slow to bring his pace back to the quick manner of before. you feel a lightness spread across your abdomen, signaling your climax.
your orgasm takes over your body suddenly, releasing your wetness all over jay's fingers. you're cursing and muttering "thank you, sir" as you cum. jay's smiling at the way the muscles of your back twitch.
you feel empty when he slips his finger out of your spent cunt.
"stand up and turn around," he orders.
behind you, you hear him shuffle to take off his boxers and sit back on the bench.
"sit back and relax, sweetheart," he says.
you place your hands on his thighs to brace yourself as his cock slips inside you. you slowly sit down on his length until your ass is flush against his hips.
you both groan at the feeling of him filling you entirely. he wraps an arm around your belly to keep you steady.
he peppers small kisses across the back of your shoulders. each press of his lips spreads goosebumps across your body.
"c'mon, hun, take me for a ride," he whispers.
you obey his command and start rocking your hips forward. jay begins to groan, gripping your skin tightly.
"feel good, sir?" you ask.
"like a dream, sweetheart."
the arm around your stomach starts to guide your movements. he wants you to go faster.
you roll your hips to the speed he desires, throwing your head back in pleasure. the tip of his dick is hitting the sensitive spot inside you and you're almost seeing stars.
"doin' so good, hun...so good..." he whimpers through barred teeth.
he brings a hand to start fondling your clit.
"gimme another one, hun...wanna feel you cum on my cock..." he purs.
your eyes screw shut as you feel a pleasurable burn rise from your clit and spread across your thighs.
his free hand grabs your hip to hold you still as he begins to thrust up into you.
"stay still...gonna fill you up..."
only a few pumps of his cock sends you over the edge.
the way your warmth grips and pulsates around him sends him toppling over the precipice of his orgasm.
you're both panting as you come down. your sudden stillness makes you aware of the sweat that blankets your body.
jay taps your ass to ask for you to stand. as you do, you feel a mixture of your and his cum drip down your leg.
"oh, sorry...uh...here," he conjures a rag from a bin beneath the bench for you to wipe yourself with.
when you're clean, you struggle to find your clothes in the dark barn but eventually make your way back outside.
you're both silent as you stand awkwardly in front of his truck.
"guess i can drive you home," he suggest.
you nod and mumble, "yeah that's fine."
the drive back to your house is completely quiet except for the faint melodies of bob dylan on the junky radio.
you practically jump out of the truck when he reaches your front step. you go to his window to say goodbye.
"uhm...thanks for that, jay," you don't make eye contact.
"don't thank me now. i'll be back tomorrow," he says with a grin and rolls his window back up.
you stay in your driveway and watch his headlights fade into the azure summer night.
