🍉 — unfortunately you write rust smut too good and unfortunately i just saw your last rust request and unfortunately it’s made me come asking for more. i love that your writing utilises what we all know — which is that boy has a smart mouth — so i was wondering could i *pretty please* request more of rust putting that thing to good use and almost kinda losing himself a bit with the dirty talk 🗣️
🍉 Blurb requests; a character + any prompt you want.
Author's Note: The way I absolutely lost it as I read your message 🤣 I unfortunately enjoyed writing this, hope you like it, too! 💋
Warnings: nsfw, minors shoo! smut, dirty talking, spanking (just once, though) bit of mean!Rust if you squint.
Rust doesn't quite know the point he started craving you—like really craving you, but he finds he isn't all that upset by the idea when you're so incredibly responsive and eager for him to have his way with you whenever he wants.
Sometimes he finds it's not enough, when you're under him or above him—he craves you even when he's got his face buried in between your thighs.
You're on his mattress, completely bare and deliciously exhausted after he'd just painted your insides with his spent. A blissed out expression is on your sweaty face, you still find enough strength in you to reach for him but he shakes his head as he lights a cigarette, sitting on his haunches away from you.
"Nah," He murmurs, inhaling the Camel Light with practiced ease. "Just wanna look 'atcha for a bit."
The pout you give him juts out your lower lip that's still kiss-bruised, your eyes sad for a moment before acquiescing, hand coming up to nibble on your thumb. His stare can be unnerving to some, but not you. You recognize that he's just taking in details; it's who he is. Asking him to not take them in would be like asking the sun to not shine so damn bright.
Besides, when he looks at you like that—like you're some divine sculpture to be admired and studied and enjoyed? It's hard to not preen under that gaze of his. "Unnerved" is the last thing in the world you feel when Rustin Cohle looks at you.
You do your own looking, eyes passing over his tattoos like you're seeing them for the first time again, taking stock of the nice tan he's already got from working in the yard every so often, veins rippling in his arm when he flicks cigarette ash in the little glass bowl next to the mattress.
A lazy smile stretches across your face as you watch him and you can see the desire coming back to him in the way his eyes gleam as he notices you inching your foot across plain white sheets to tease at his bent knee. You've got pretty summer colors painting your toes, bringing out your complexion.
"Greedy." He notes as he shifts, bending your knee with a warm hand cradling your arch so he can settle in between your legs, still choosing to sit on his knees. You can feel sticky liquid drip out of you, cooling a trail and making you shiver.
"Guilty." You admit happily, hands reaching out again now that you've managed to coax him closer. Fingers dance over the muscles of his abdomen and his tapered waist, anywhere you can reach. You enjoy his body as much as he enjoys yours.
"What am I gonna do with you, hm?" He murmurs, eyelids drooping as he takes it upon himself to thumb at the absolute mess he's made of your pussy, swirling around your still swollen clit and making you squirm. He takes himself in hand, too, cigarette dangling carelessly out of the corner on his mouth as he encourages his cock awake for the second time tonight. "Who would have thought I could have my own personal cock sleeve, right here?"
He doesn't wait for your answer but takes pride in the way you seem to mewl and relax more at that, comfortable with him talking like that. It spurs him on, filth tumbling out as he lets go of himself long enough to take one last drag and discard the cig in the bowl.
"Fucking perfect pussy." He continues, abruptly pulling you by the hips so he can press his cock at your puffy entrance, making you whine loudly.
"Don't be like that now, you're the one who fucking wanted it." He teases gruffly, pressing in slowly. You clutch at his shoulders, back arched as you cant your hips towards his pelvis. "There you go, just like that, baby. Open up that cunt for me."
He braces a hand by your head, short curls mussed from having your fingers in them earlier and sticking to his forehead from exertion. He looks powerful above you and you enjoy the sight, the feel of being at his mercy.
Once he bottoms out you're panting like you've just run a mile, still feeling incredibly full and stretched out. If you thought you were sore earlier, it was nothing to how you were probably going to feel in the morning.
He sighs gruffly through his nose, fucking into you and eliciting lewed squelching noises from the combined fluids in your cunt that help coat his length. It's straight of of a dirty movie but better knowing your reactions are real. No one could fake the way your thighs quiver at his hips or the overstimulated tears that bead in your eyes as he angles his thrusts for the spot inside of you that fills your vision with stars and your ears with static.
"Fuck, you know what I think?" He groans, pleasure coursing through his body like a drug. "I think you like it when it hurts."
Part of the reason why he enjoys not living in an apartment is the way he can hear your hiccuping cries get louder with abandon as he slaps his palm on the back part of your thigh that meets your ass and you come around his soaked length in no time at all, your spasming walls making him grit his teeth as he follows you, more fluids filling you to the brim.
You vaguely hear a long, drawn out swear as you struggle to catch your breath, vision swimming.
"Holy fuck." You manage, whimpering when he pulls out, leaving you aching and feeling empty.
Despite his own heavy breathing, he cleans you up with quick, gentle swipes of a discarded wife beater, throwing it somewhere in the corner to be gathered up tomorrow. You make yourself a mental note to buy him a laundry hamper at some point.
"That good, huh?" Comes his smartass humor in a dry tone as he lays next to you, propped up against the wall.
"Absolutely terrible." You purse your lips, unable to keep from smiling when he spares you an amused glance. His lip quirks at your shared joke.
"I'll keep trying then." He promises, hand searching for your skin, settling on your thigh. He keeps it there, squeezing every so often until you drift to sleep, serenity gracing your features.
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