opening bottles with belt buckles
warnings !! - fem!reader. smut. 18+. fluff. cowboy!simon riley. farmer!simon riley. farm life.
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thinking about cowboy!simon riley and his favorite girl. thinking about how he just saw you one day, walking down the little dirt path of his farm, talking to the cows and their babies like they could truly understand you. it was then simon knew he needed to have you, such a sweet little thing.
taught you everything you needed to know about the farm as soon as he got you. because simon knew that you’d be his, was just a matter of when you figured it out.
in a matter of months you knew how to tend to the animals, especially the horses, it was like you could speak a language to them that simon never knew how to. quickly; you became their favorite person. even simon’s favorite horse, the one he’s had since a foal! broke that wild horse in himself and everything. yet the strong beast became a baby whenever you stepped into the barn.
but who could ever deny the imagine of you on a warm afternoon, sun setting behind you, absolutely glowing in the golden sun light. a little wicker basket in hand full of mixed seeds, leading the little chickens and ducks back to their coops.
it was the only thing simon ever needed in his life.
and at the end of the day, when you were all ready for bed and the logs in the fireplace turned to nothing but burning embers; he finally got to settle down with you in his arms. grabbing a nice cold beer from the fridge, you walked into the living room; slippers scuffing on the ground as you went. it was a routine, your routine. and a home of your own.
nights like this were very calm, intimate and soft between you two. until simon grabbed the beer from you, cracking it open on his huge belt buckle right in front of you. really, how could he? when you were already in your bedtime stuff? how rude could simon get?
the reaction it got from you never changed. made you ravenous, like you just wanted to climb on top of simon and ride him in your skimpy nightgown. keep riding him well after he came, making the both of you a mess with his seed, fucking yourself on his frothy cock until he was begging you to stop. after all; you were his pretty girl, right? you should be able to take all you wanted from him.
so— you did. got right down on your knees between his, letting him slouch as much as he wanted, beer in hand as he watched you through heavy lidded eyes. let you satisfy your fixation with having a cock in your mouth, moaning at the heaviness as soon as he slapped it on your tongue.
for the rest of those hours of relaxation before bed, you happily sat between simon’s knees, letting him caress you in any way he wanted as you warmed him with your mouth; drooling down your chin and onto your chest. kept him nice and hard until you both got to bed, where he easily sank into your needy cunt, trying not to thrust into you warm walls while you got comfortable against him.
and because he loved you so fuckin’ much and couldn’t possibly hold himself back, especially while he was asleep, you always woke up with your pussy full of cum— running through your folds and down your thigh. a reminder that he wanted you much more carnally than he let on;
a reminder to come running out into the field as soon as you woke up so simon can fill you back up again in the field of your favorite flowers.
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