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Eyes Don't Lie - Ben Wade x (Fem)Reader

Warnings: Smut (fingering, oral). Use of she/her pronoums. Some physical descriptions (Reader has brown eyes and pale skin, among other things because I wrote this for myself and a friend of mine while the idea doesn't need the amount of lore crafting an OC requires. Described reader haters, beware) Eurocentric beauty standards culturally reflecting the racism characteristic from the historical period.

Summary: The very first thing Ben always notices in each woman he meets are her eyes. He likes green eyed ones the best, yet he would not turn down for that a lovely brown eyed brunette. A common girl sharing in advance her awareness of how common her looks are, but he is up to discover the secrets her beauty keeps beyond her own acknowledgement.

Tags: @wildsaltair @mystery-star

Note: One sitting written thing after my very first watch of the movie. English is not my native language, so I have a hard time catching accents. ( in fact, the cowboy accents here made me need subtitles to watch an american movie for the first time in years lol)

I would also like to state that smut is not my comfort zone genre, so apologies in advance if it doesn't turn out as good as i envisioned it.

Western divider by @fireflygraphics

The lodge of the town he had just arrived to had no enticing secrets. Small place full of small folk meant to serve him only for a couple of days. Keeping a low profile was hard for someone as infamous as Ben Wade, but for his own good he did an effort.

No flings with maids. Clever promise to himself that he accomplished at least in the way from the bar to his room, where he found the cleaning girl settling the place for him. Younger than usual for the women doing housekeeping, that were rarely as good as the girls in the saloons. The door was ajar and he could still peek the inside from afar, but the bussy girl didn't acknowledge his presence untill the sight she provided became interesting enough. Securing the freshly changed sheets as if her life depended of it got her climbing to the bed in order to fix a rebel corner, kneeling on the surface from one side in her struggle with the mattress cover while carefully lining away her feet so the boots wouldn't touch it.

Temptingly available, so reachable he couldn't fight it. And so he took off his hat, first sign of relaxing in the environment, left the pistol in the nightstand to avoid frighting her, then prepared to start provoking her.

" It's allright, I'm gonna ruin it anyways."

Gaining awareness of being catched, she quickly fixed the covers in order to stand up nervously.

" My apologies, If you allow me just an instant ... "

Too formal for the settling they were in, with her voice sounding a bit agitated and avoiding eye contact to all costs as if she was ready to run off.

An interesting reaction, odd choice for most women in his presence, and he didn't hesitate on testing its limits.

" ... Show me what you've got and I may let you stay. "

It didn't scare her off, yet it didn't cause the wanted effect. The girl chuckled with skepticism, eyes still on the ground picking up her stuff, as if the suggestion was an amusing novelty to her.

" I am not that kind of woman. If I was I wouldn't be settling for this. There are not many jobs in town for newcomers that can't whore themselves. "

The clever comeback was of his taste, a brief show of fire laying beneath the surface of polite shyness.

" To me you seem a pretty one, ... let me see your eyes."

She turned back, not because she seeked to face him but in an attempt to find the exit, what she could have accomplished if she wouldn't have awakened his sparkle.

He cutted her off, standing in her way untill forcing her to look up at him.

" Brown, I am full of shit. " She joked, more to herself than towards him. " Too common, every girl in Mexico has them like mines."

The observation could be accurate, but her charm made up for the dissapointment. Hers weren't green, but not for that lacked beauty. He wouldn't see in them the colours of the sea, but the intense expressiveness showed all the shades of her soul.

Eager for more, he picked her chin up in a smooth, yet surprisingly fast move that made her drop the empty bucket she was carrying.

" Yet not many must have skin as pale as yours."

" Creole spanish, from a good family. She dropped everything to follow a gringo, then spend the rest of her life regretting after the love and the money ran out." She explained, referencing her mother. " My sister Jane was the lucky one, she has them blue. Makes up for our brown hair, she is the pretty one. Got herself a good man real fast. I don't want to bother them, or be a load for the old man, so I'm here because I would rather be on my own than stucked with a bastard."

The callout made him chuckle, amused by her attempt to sound feisty. He could already sense her body falling apart when his free hand grabbed her waist following the pushing of his arm to keep her still against him.

" ... I know who you are, saw the wanted signs two towns away." She warned him, pointless attempt to compose herself." I know what men like you are up to, so I must save you the dissapointment. What you want, ... I don't have it in me."

His glance followed her lips for an instant and his own approbed the sight with a hungry lick. Short and plump, perfect to take in one bite.

"I think you do, behind that uptight acting to convince yourself. Your words are full of shit, but those eyes don't lie. " Was his smooth reply, pronounced in seductive whispers as his thumb caressed her bottom lip and her glance forcefully joined his. " There is fire in them, you are barely containing it ... What's wrong, bonita? Am I the bad man your mama warned you about? "

The provocation fuelled her, winning her very first responsive act. Grabbing his shoulder, one hand timdly reaching his back and following on untill the other caressed the back of his head in an imitation of his firm grip. Work had ruined her nails, too weakened by the daily chores to grow longer enough to give anything more than an itch in her display of passion when his lips finally captured hers.

Harmless, helpless, delightfull.

As the passion of his kisses escalated, Ben untied her hair to let it fall free and prove how much better she looked in this wild state. Then, he let his hands roam free at the sides of her body in his first discovering of her form. Still hindered by the layers of clothing, but allowing him to guess what was beneath, his steady touch advanced. She toyed with strands of his hair, still hesitant to fully loose control even if the gasping for air had her alread whimpering in between the kissing.

If she needed him to push her over the edge in order to overcome the frustrating attitude, he was more than willing. His lips were on her neck as he began the work to undress her, giving her full awareness of what would be about to happen. With her working gown gone, there were only her undergarments and boots while he had only lost his jacket. She was in all white cotton and a corset, being lustfully admired by a man up to devour her. Exposed, subjected to his want as he still remained clothed.

It was unfair, and feeling so teased brought her exactly where he wanted her. Ripping off the vest from his shoulders, using her gained knowledge on clothing work and her instinct to spot the weaker points from where it would be faster and easier to get him out of his clothes untill leaving him in pants an boots. Perhaps a little proud of his work corrupting her, he couldn't help making her notice with some more encouragement.

" Told ya! You are real pretty, and you want it as much as me." Ben teased her as her hands were all over his naked torso. " ... Doesn't it feel better like this? And I can make it even better for you, miss. "

His fingertips teased her petticoat, not yet decided if he wanted to take it off or pull it up. With her boots still on, completely undressing her down the waist could turn out a bit humilliating. Despite it worked to give her the needed push, he wasn't sure if that was actually what she wanted. A beautifull girl in a work so degrading, dealing with the dirt of others and probably getting no acknowledgement for it, must have been surely dreaming of something else.

She would want to be seen, to be pampered. To be touched in ways she would never see coming from a man like him. An outlaw, the legendary villain people rumored about, could only be expected to behave as his reputation said. Eager to simply spread her wide and carelessly enjoy himself in feverish thrusting of her insides, and for so, only removing the barriers to access the hole. That was what she must have been expecting from him, not what she wanted, even if she didn't seem up to complain anymore.

" I'll do things to you that you will never forget. "

And, with that, he sneaked a hand underneath, hushing her surprise with a hungry kiss. In her attempt to keep up, she reached down to undo his belt not without delicately tracing all the way. As she slowly worked on removing it, fearing a trembling rush would earn her more teasing, his quick hands began to caress her thighs. Fingers slowly brushing, asking for permission to reach the inner side that remained sealed by her squeezing. Her helpless, unconcious attempt to attend her own arousal.

Only under his touch she relaxed and spreaded, eager for things she didn't know she could want. With his fingertips tracing patterns that headed increasingly deeper, her hability to focus became blurry and her hands almost failed her.

Sensing her state of exquisite weakness, he stared deep into her eyes. The fire burned more intensely, her glance glowing darker with desire.

" I forgot to ask ... What was your name, that I haven't heard yet? "

Before she could fairly reply, two fingertips started teasing her folds. Anticipation made her release the name in a moan to the mere brush on her labia. Index and middle fingers caressing up and down, yet delaying entrance just to feel her fall apart. Her hips buckled in desperation, a silent beg for more friction.

" Don't care to know mine? I thought you weren't that kind of woman." He mercilessly mocked her. " Name's Ben ... Wade, In case you only remember the handsome sketch from the wanted sign."

Her pride was long gone, and the firm grip on his hips became an extention of her pleading.

" Ben, ... please! "

She was ready to give in, what he could perfectly tell from the found closeness to her core.

" I know, doll. You are damn soaked. " He hushed her in a comforting tone, as if he started to take pitty of her. " Can you feel how hard it's making me? "

She understood it as permission to sink her hand down past the unfastened belt, but the feeling of his whole hand cupping her vulva worked as a claiming gesture calling for a different instruction.

" I'm gonna take care of this till getting rock hard, and only then, I'll get balls deep inside of you"

As the first finger ventured deeper enough in her, her legs began to fail her and he felt her loosing balance. He knew exactly where to aim first in order to end the torturous teasing very quick, giving her something that would get her screaming. His response to the lost stability was to push her against the matress, allowing her only a small break to take off his boots before following her.

The pressure of the corset enhaced her breasts even better from the new position, tempting image calling for his lips precisely as his index finger resumed the lost pace working her clit in circular motions. It was driving her insane, ungodly sounds coming out of her as he was just yet starting with the most simple out of the many filthy ideas he had in mind. Her back arched in response to the pleasure, but also as an instinctive attempt to help his venturing tongue reach deeper past the barrier settled by the camisole and corset. She needed it licking and sucking her nipples, her hands clumsily wandering her back trying to untie the laces without disrupting him. Asking for help would imply loosing the much needed work of the man pleasing her into oblivion.

Ben understood that woman was so touch starved she could have came on that alone, if he kept doing it long enough. The realization could have broken his heart, but his growing urge kept him focused. A second finger made a deeper way down, barely testing her entrance to confirm his doubts.

" God damn it! ... So thight! You haven't done this in a while, ... or maybe you haven't ..."

Lost in the pleasure, she still felt the call to rescue herself from any speculations.

" Not gonna answer that to you!! "

He released a devilish chuckle

" Fair enough, I will try to be gentle regardless. "

Even if it was unfair, she needed to be cooled down if he wanted to play with her a little longer. To her sobby protest, he removed the fingers, yet spoiled her with the sight as he licked himself off grunting in delight to the taste.

Hint of his next step, promise of what was about to come, but before that she needed to be fully undressed and he gladly offered himself to help. She sat in order to comfortably work the laces of her corset as he removed each of her boots at the time, never missing a caress and peppering kisses to her ankles. Visual contact worked her up through the process, since she claimed for herself the hardest one of the tasks. Part of her opted it as means to impress him: as many other working class girls, she was well trained to get in and out of it on her own.

With the trail of kisses moving up to her calf as he slowly pulled down her petticoat, Ben had one last important detail to instruct her.

" Once I am down there, I want you eyes wide open ... Look at me, i need to see those deep brown eyes while I'm giving you the time of your life. "

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