Pairing: Cordell Walker x fem!Texas Ranger
CW: 18+ MDNI, enemies to lovers, dom!Walker, brat/sub!reader, rough sex (consenual), age gap (reader 30s, Walker 40s), breath play, oral sex (m receiving), forced orgasm, fingering, pinv, overstimulation, degradation, praise kink, probably forgetting some, this got real slutty y'all
A/n: soo this is probably the result of being up in the middle of the night scrolling through Tumblr to stay awake.
This is definitely not proofread because I barely finished writing it
You were one of a handful of new recruits at Ranger HQ getting some field experience. You were young for a Texas Ranger, but you had still earned your place there.
The Captain had paired you with Cordell Walker thinking you two were a good match. He was happy to pass on his knowledge and experience to the next generation of Rangers, but you weren’t making it easy.
It wasn’t intentional—something about him just brought out the worst in you. You always felt defensive and irritable around him. Like a prickly heat underneath your skin that kept you from behaving agreeably.
The one thing that really did him in was when you started calling him “old man”. It just slipped out at the shooting range one day.
“Nice grouping, for an old man.”
He did that subtle eye twitch and quickly clenched his jaw. Something about it bothered him, and that made you feel all tingly inside.
He was incredibly good looking, not even just for a man in his 40s. The small flecks of grey in his beard were defining features, and you thoroughly enjoyed pointing out new ones when you noticed them.
He hated it. It always earned you a glare or a frustrated sigh before he walked away.
Cordell was used to dealing with criminals and defiant teenagers. You weren’t either of those things. He could easily assign you to another Ranger, but he didn’t. He knew you were just teasing him. Trying to get a rise out of him. Anytime he reacted, a small, playful smile spread across your lips.
“I’m just kidding, Walker. Relax.”
It didn’t help that he was attracted to you.
You’d be transferring to your permanent assignment in Dallas in a few weeks—he just needed to stick it out until then. Then he’d never have to see you again. Never have to listen to you run your pretty mouth again.
It finally came to a head when the two of you responded to a report of illegal weapons trading. It was linked to a well known local gang network and you were instructed to gather intel only.
His instructions couldn’t have been more clear.
“Do not engage. Do you understand? I need to hear you say you understand me.”
You could feel his eyes boring into the side of your head. You finally lolled your head to the side and batted your eyelashes.
He didn’t buy it for a second. He knew you wouldn’t intentionally put either of you in harm’s way, but you were more reactive than a seasoned Ranger like him. Less likely to let someone go even if it brought you better intel.
Sure enough, you went for an arrest that got hundreds of unlicensed firearms off the street, but that tipped off the gang leaders, sending them further underground.
The ride back to Ranger HQ was painfully silent. Cordell’s knuckles were white where he gripped the steering wheel.
“I couldn’t just let that shipment go out…”
Your eyes flicked over to him, expecting him to scold you, even just glare at you. Something to acknowledge your existence.
He just stared straight ahead with an unreadable expression.
Instead of apologizing, you doubled down, even if all you wanted was for him to look at you.
“It’s not my fault you’ve gone soft, Walker.”
That got you an eye twitch, but nothing more.
It was late when you pulled into Ranger HQ. Most people had gone home for the night aside from a few stragglers. You still had paperwork to do before going home for the evening.
You followed him inside, barely catching the doors he was letting close on you. This man held the door for everyone, as is customary in the South.
It was like he was intentionally shutting them on you.
Deep down, you wanted him to be proud of you and the idea of him being so angry with you left an agonizing pit in your stomach. You’d never tell him that, so you continued to dig your own grave.
He stopped in his tracks, dropping his hat on his desk, before finally turning around to face you. If looks could kill, you’d be dead ten times over. It sent an ice cold chill through your spine. You tried standing up straight with your shoulders back, but you felt tiny beneath his six-foot-four frame of muscle. Like you were a kid in cowboy boots playing pretend.
He glanced around quickly, seeing lights on in distant offices, before grabbing you by your elbow and yanking you into the conference room. You’d spent nearly ten years in law enforcement and were in great physical condition. Highly skilled in self defense and takedown maneuvers. You were shocked by the strength of him, and the fact that you did nothing to defend yourself.
The door slammed behind you and you swallowed hard, still trying to maintain a tough exterior.
“My problem,” he spat before turning to pace, trying to create some distance from you. “You are my problem.”
“Okay…so maybe I was a little out of line today—“ you started before he quickly cut you off.
“Today? No, that was hardly a surprise,” he said while huffing out a weak laugh. “You’re a fucking brat.”
The words made your cheeks warm and you crossed your arms over your chest protectively. His gaze was heavy—a mixture of anger and something else that made heat pool low in your belly.
Cordell must have sensed the shift because in an instant he was standing over you—his rage shifted into something else. The way your hard expression weakened as you looked up through your lashes broke something in him.
He tightly gripped your chin between his index finger and thumb and tilted your head up to face him.
“That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble,” he said before he traced your lower lip with his calloused thumb.
His face softened when you pulled his thumb into your mouth and swirled your tongue around the tip. He pressed his thumb onto your tongue to stop you, but he was already getting hard at the sight.
“You’re a goddamn menace,” he said lowly, earning a little smile from you.
His hand moved to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back and kissing you roughly. Even if you wanted to pull away from him, the grip in your hair was tight enough to keep you pliant and open to him. His free hand gripped your hip and pulled you against him, allowing you to feel the hard line pressing against your belly. You whined at the contact and your hands moved to feel him.
You winced as his grip on your hair tightened painfully, stopping you from touching him.
“You need to learn some manners, darlin’”, he growled in your ear before gently grazing his teeth against your pulse point.
His beard scratched against the soft skin on your neck and you felt goosebumps erupt there. You were sure your underwear was completely ruined at this point.
Your lips were puffy and numb by the time he pulled away from you. He leaned against the table and pulled his duty belt off, setting it on the wood surface before returning his gaze to you.
Your eyes darted around, realizing he was asking you to strip at Ranger HQ.
Sensing your hesitation, he stood up and locked the door, returning to his position waiting for you to comply.
You rolled your eyes and started unbuttoning your shirt and jeans, taking an unnecessary amount of time to take your clothes off. His jaw clenched when your bra unhooked and it joined the growing pile on the floor.
You hooked your fingers into the cotton hem of your panties, but before you could peel them off, he stopped you.
You were both equally surprised that you listened, slowly padding over to him with your arms folded across your chest. Your breath hitched when he pressed two fingers against your still clothed pussy.
“Shit. You’re fucking soaked. It's almost like you want to be told what to do,” he said with a knowing look.
Your cheeks blushed at the realization—there was nothing you wouldn’t do for this man right now.
“On your knees,” he said softly, but his voice didn’t waver.
You slowly knelt in front of him as your eyes shifted from his dark eyes to the giant bulge in his pants.
He popped the button of his jeans before pulling them down enough to free himself. You didn’t realize cocks could be pretty and intimidating at the same time. He wasn’t just impressively long, but was thick, too, with a bulging vein running the length of him. The tip was blushed pink and leaking, making your mouth water at the sight. You weren’t sure how you’d take him in your mouth, let alone anywhere else he wanted to put it.
“Show me what you can do with this mouth besides run it,” he said while gripping the base of his cock and tapping the head against your lips. You were stupid to try and play hard to get again, trying to tease him with small kitten licks to his leaking slit.
He quickly pinched your nose, cutting off your air supply and forcing your mouth open—similar to the way people force a dog to drop a chew toy. He quickly filled your mouth causing you to gag when his cock hit the back of your throat. Your hand instinctually grabbed his thigh, using your nails to stop him. Still, you moaned around the intrusion as you tasted the sweet and saltiness of his skin.
His big hand returned to your hair and grabbed a loose handful—just enough to guide you exactly the way he wanted you. Using his free hand, he palmed your breasts causing you to whimper around him.
Anytime you tried to wrap your fingers around his length—or anything besides letting him use your mouth—his grip tightened, or he gave your nipple a painful tweak.
Finally he released the hold on your hair and let you pull yourself off of him. You gasped, not realizing how much you had been holding your breath. Your chin and neck were wet with a mix of tears, saliva, and precome which you quickly tried to wipe away.
Cordell quickly gripped your elbow again, pulling you to your feet. He looked down at you, admiring your doe-eyed expression while he traced his thumb through the mess he made on your lips.
“So much prettier when you listen,” he cooed with a condescending tone. You considered making another smart ass remark, and he was prepared for it, but you were already drunk on him.
He placed a gentle hand on your low back and guided you forward until your hips met the edge of the table.
You readily complied and pressed your belly against the cold surface. The sensation made your back arch.
It felt like it took ages for him to touch you.
“Enjoying the view?” You quipped, desperate to feel his hands on you again.
You yelped when his palm made contact with the sensitive skin on your ass. The sound reverberated in the quiet room—probably louder than he anticipated, but he was hell bent on breaking you.
“Watch it. One more smart assed remark and we stop. A greedy little thing like you wouldn’t want that, would you?”
You could have come just from listening to his filthy mouth.
All you could do was quietly shake your head against the table.
“No,” you squeaked, your voice barely above a whisper.
You were basically drooling at this point.
You could hear the smile in his voice.
“Proud of you,” he praised, running a rough hand along your back, pressing down to make you arch more. That about did you in. Your panties had probably dissolved at that point.
You were made aware of their existence when you felt two his fingers pull the ruined cotton aside and plunge into your tight cunt. You gasped and moaned at the fullness of just his digits filling you. He felt you clench hard around him as he crooked his fingers.
“ffffuck, needy little thing. Soaked just from being put in your place.”
If anyone else spoke to you like that you probably would have put them in the hospital. But you were putty in his big hands. You just responded with a quiet whimper.
He withdrew his fingers and you whined from the loss. A loud tear made you lift your head up, searching for the source of the noise.
He pressed you back down as he discarded what was left of your underwear. You’d probably have been more angry if they weren’t already ruined.
He finally returned his fingers to your cunt, thrusting them into you at a steady pace while he worked you open. The stretch from two of his fingers was sublime, but you cried when he added a third. He slowed his movements but he didn’t stop while he let you adjust.
His other hand rubbed the tender, raised skin from the first spank, drawing your attention away from how he was stretching your walls and causing you to flinch.
Sensing some nervousness, he withdrew his fingers and started petting your swollen clit.
“If you want me to stop, just say so,” he said, his voice softer now. “But I know you can take it.”
Any apprehension about taking him went right out the window. Plus, the way he was rubbing your clit was about to undo you. As soon as you shook your head, he withdrew his hand again.
You cried, actual tears, at the loss.
“Please,” you whined. Sounding more pathetic than you ever had.
“Well that’s awfully polite sweetheart,” he said with that teasing tone again.
He chuckled softly at the sweet desperation in your voice.
“Not yet,” he said before pressing the thick head of his cock against your clit, giving you the stimulation you craved. He settled it against your entrance, silently daring you to push back onto him.
“You’re doing so good— learning fast darlin’,” he praised you again, making the wait even harder.
Finally he braced his hand on your hip and pressed into you. The stretch was almost overwhelming—the perfect balance of pain and pleasure. His grip on your hip was bruising but kept you grounded.
“Fuck—s’big,” you whined, louder than you meant to as you felt the air forced out of your lungs.
“I know it’s a lot, but you’re takin’ me so well. Just gotta be quiet.”
You nodded dumbly and bit your lip as he bottomed out. The first few thrusts were just to make sure he didn’t hurt you. After that, he set a punishing pace, the head of his cock bullying your cervix.
The way he dragged against your g-spot made the orgasm build quickly, but he stopped as soon as he felt your tight walls start to flutter around him.
You were silently sobbing, tasting copper from how hard you were trying to muffle your noises.
“Not yet, you have to learn to wait.”
You knew he was referring to the bust from earlier that day.
He waited until he was sure you had come back from the edge before he would start pumping into you carefully. Then he would stop once he felt you getting close again. It would have been cruel if he didn’t fuck you so well.
He hiked one of your knees onto the table to let him fuck you impossibly deeper. It was impossible to stay quiet when the angle changed and he started grabbing for your tits again, rolling a nipple between his calloused fingers.
Instead of scolding you again, he stuffed what was left of your panties in your mouth, forcing you to be quiet.
With your knee on the table, he finally started petting your neglected clit again.
“You’ve been so good,” he purred in your ear. “Go ahead and come for me. Let me feel you squeeze me.”
He barely got the words out before your vision went white and you came harder than you ever had, moaning and drooling around the panties in your mouth.
His pace barely faltered as he fucked you through your high. You tried squirming away as the overstimulation bordered on painful. He just cooed quiet praises while pressing down, keeping your belly pressed against the cool table top.
Once he felt your muscles relax beneath his grip, he pulled out only to stand you up. He turned you around to face him while he admired the fucked out look on your face.
You nodded eagerly as he pulled the balled up remnants of your panties out of your mouth, allowing your jaw to relax. He pulled you against him and kissed you hard, biting at your lower lip, still tender from stifling your moans, and savoring the taste of your arousal on your tongue. His hands gripped your ass hard, landing a hard spank with one hand, before picking you up and sitting you down on the table. The coolness was a welcome relief on the raised skin.
His eyes stayed trained on you as he finally pulled his shirt off and moved to stand between your legs.
You couldn’t help but drink in the sight of him. Your hand moved tentatively, silently seeking permission, before landing on his warm, toned skin.
He almost lost his edge watching you be so sweet and delicate while you let your hands wander across his chest and abdomen, admiring every ridge and valley.
You quickly grabbed onto his broad shoulders when he sank into you again—the stretch was just as overwhelming the second time. His hand gently gripped your throat, just enough to guide you to lie back and hold you there, while his thumb lightly grazed your clit again. It was still swollen and sensitive from your first orgasm and your thighs trembled from every flick of his thumb.
You felt that familiar tension building in your core while his cock massaged your g-spot perfectly. Your nerves were overwrought and you tried to wriggle away from the stimulation.
“Fuck—I can’t,” you whined, tears dotting your vision, while you felt yourself start to squeeze him. You’d never even made yourself come more than once in a row and it was nothing like the one he already gave you.
“Poor little thing,” he teased. “I know you can, though.”
His big hand moved to muffle the profanity you cried while your back arched off the table. He still didn’t stop rutting into you. You felt your skin clinging to the table, made worse by the sweat on your back. His thrusts made your skin pinch and pull, but it barely registered. Each orgasm made your tight channel even more swollen and sensitive, making the next one build even faster.
“Look at you, completely fucked stupid,” he growled looking down at you. “So pretty like this.”
You whined as his thrusts became more erratic and his pelvis rammed against your bundle of nerves.
“So proud of you,” he mumbled as he slid his thumb in your mouth. He groaned at the sight of your pretty lips wrapped around his thick digit, feeling the way you sucked on it while he fucked you.
He pulled out just in time to paint your low belly with thick ropes of his spend. He nearly collapsed on you, bracing himself on his forearms while he pressed his forehead to yours.
“Still feel like calling me an old man?”
You smiled and nodded, carding your fingers through his hair.
“Yeah. I think I should piss you off more often.”
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