↳ contains: praise kink, minimal swearing, semi public setting, fingering, slight overstimulation, unprotected p in v, pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart)
↳ in which… matt teaches you a lesson in the barn, and it isn’t about how to scrub the horses this time. (this might be a prologue?)
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Matt stands a few feet away, hand on the flank of a chestnut mare, watching you fumble with the brush. “You’re holdin’ it too tight,” he says, stepping closer. “You’ll spook her like that.”
You glance over your shoulder at him. “It’s just a brush.”
“Not to her.” He moves behind you, reaching around to guide your hand. His fingers curve over yours, showing you the right pressure, the right rhythm.
Your pulse skips. His chest brushes your back when he leans in, his voice close enough that you can feel it.
“There you go,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. “Gentle. She don’t like it rough unless she trusts you.”
The barn went silent, except for the unbothered huffs of the mares and clucking chickens.
“Quit steppin’ on my boots?” He mutters, but not really upset. Then a thought comes to mind, his grin returning. The grin that hinted at both mischief and something that made you weak in the knees.
Your heart begins to thump loudly in your ears again. “Right, sorry. Just really cramped in here...”
Matt’s breath is hot against the side of your neck. “Think i’ve got a bit of mud on my face, mind checking for me?” But as soon as you turn your head, he leans in and kisses you.
For a moment, you’re frozen. Unsure what the absolute fuck to think about this.
To your surprise, you don’t pull away. You turn to face him, and the kiss breaks for just a moment.
Not because you’re out of breath, but because you’re still processing. “Did you just kiss me?”
“Guess I did. What, did I smudge your lip gloss?”
You don’t answer. You just dip forward, lips pressed to his again and this time, neither of you are pulling away.
One of his hands move up to yours, taking the scrub from it and placing it down in the washing bucket.
It slowly slides back up your arm, your shoulder, and into your hair from the nape of your neck. His other hand placed on your hip, fingertips slightly pressed into you.
The kiss deepens a little before his lips brush your jaw, then your neck, his breath warm and shaky as he starts pressing kisses to your skin.
Gentle and slow, he walks you back until you’re pinned against one of the barn doors. His hands move swiftly to lift your shirt up.
As you allow him, he tugs it off and discards it to the ground, a mess of hay and grass dragged in by your boots. He’d told you they weren’t the right material, but fashion comes first.
“You sure you want this?” Matt asks you the question, even though he knows you won’t say no. So when you nod, he doesn’t hesitate to let you remove his own shirt.
Before the two of you knew it, you’re stripped almost completely, and he’s pressed up against you, two fingers rubbing against your slit.
The fabric damp and wearing, you aren’t ready when he pull your panties down and plunges both fingers into you.
A sharp gasp escapes you as he stretches you out with just his fingers, but not giving you at all what you need.
He’s enjoying this. Toying with you as if you’re a puzzle he can ruin and put together over and over again.
“Matt, please..” You whine between ragged breaths and quiet moans. “it’s too much.”
“Too much?” He laughs softly. He doesn’t stop just yet, not when he’s adding a third finger, speeding up the process a little, pushing his digits deeper into you.
“We’re just getting started, pretty girl.”
Your eyes roll back as he finds your g-spot, instinctively moving your hips forward. Matt groans at your movements, your soft gasps and moans. “Just a little more, you can take it.”
His three digits pump in and out of you with practiced speed, and you throb around his fingers violently, your back arching against the dark wood of the barn door.
“Can feel you getting close.” His lips find yours again, and you’d never guess this would be happening. “Y’wanna come on my fingers? In a barn, sweetheart?”
Before you could even process anything else, the band in your stomach snapped. A broken moan falls past your lips as Matt drags out your orgasm with his digits.
Overstimulated, you don’t expect much else.
Not until he spins you around in one careful motion. You should’ve stopped him, should’ve released yourself from his grasp.
But there’s a difference between what you should do, and what you want.
You want Matt’s rather large hard-on wrecking your guts.
Your thighs are shaky and he doesn’t give you much longer than a minute before his hands grasped gently at your hips, his own thrusting forward and pushing into you.
A rough whine comes out of you, fingers curling around the edge of the barn door.
Your nails are slightly cracked from the horse-scrubbing, now this. But for the first time in your entire city-lifestyle, you don’t care.
You care that this very hot cowboy is inching deeper into you.
One thrust after another, they’re slow but eager. As he begins to speed up a little, his fingers grip your hips more firm than before.
The come you’d released onto his fingers had smeared slightly on your bare hip, but neither of you seemed to notice. “Fuuuckkk. Takin’ me so good, Y/N…”
By now, you can’t even count how many times you’ve begged for more. The barn door creaks slightly, your cheeks blistering with a faint red blush as Matt pounds into your ass faster than you thought you could take it.
“Any of your little uptown boyfriends make you feel this good?” he pants roughly against your skin.
His head rests against the side of your neck, not slowing down for a second. “Bet they don’t. Not like me, yeah?”
With every snap of his hips, his dick throbbed inside you achingly. “Not like you,” You reply, your voice more of a high-pitched moan than a sentence. “Gonna come soon.”
Matt grins a little through his parted lips and racing heart. “Again? Quick, ain’t you?” The words are teasing, meant to make your chest pound painfully. And they do.
“Say it. Say i’m better than them prissy city boys.”
“You’re better, Matt,” The words choke out quicker than you thought, especially as his tip kisses your cerevix with each deep thrust now. “You’re better than the city boys.”
That’s enough to push him over. His come spills into you, deep and messy as you break through yet another intense orgasm.
As the two of you ride it out slightly, your hips roll back against his. “Knew you’d come around. From the moment you arrived in that pretty little sundress a few weeks ago. Knew you’d beg for me, want me just as much as I wanted you this entire time.”
“Maybe you just like feeling so great about yourself.” Your cheeks burn, nails dug completely into the wood as you try to grasp some stability.
Matt’s hands move up to your frizzing hair, thanks to cowboy over here. “Maybe I do. And maybe I should teach you more lessons in this barn. Call the next one Round Two.”
You turn around to smack him playfully and he laughs. But you don’t reject his offer.
danisblurbs: i really hate this, but i hope you guys love it!!
|Mentions of infidelity, pregnancy, age gap, unprotected sex, swearing, fluff, slight yelling and anxiety
Matt’s foot anxiously tapped the floor, the sound echoing across the house. He had never felt so scared in his life. This part always got to him, the waiting. So with a sigh and fixing of his hat, Matt knocked on the bathroom door.
“Y/n. You done yet?” Matt’s country accent reached the girls ears. They pulled her out of her mind as she stared at the tiny lines.
She was pregnant. Y/n had got gotten pregnant by a man with a family already. The door knob twisted and she didn’t even hear Matt walk in until he was standing right behind her. His belt buckle grazing the curve of her upper back, as Matt leaned into her.
“Y/n. Don’t panic baby.” Matt spoke in a cooing voice while putting his hand on her waist. He knew the consequences of his actions and felt proud that he actually accomplished his goal.
“Don’t panic? Matt you have a wife. AND A FUCKING FIVE YEAR OLD-.” Y/n’s frustrated voice felt like a dagger in Matt’s heart. He thought she wanted this as much as he did. So he took a step back and rested his hands on his hips.
“Alright now sweetheart. No need to yell, i’m right here with ya.”
Y/n sniffled as she looked into Matt’s eyes.
“If you would cheat on her, you’d do the same thing to me. So tell me Matt.—Why shouldn’t I get rid of it?”
Matt didn’t have a response for that. He knew that it was just supposed to be a one time thing, one night he got into an argument with his wife and just wanted to get back at her. Along the way though, he ended up actually falling in love with y/n.
Y/n handed him the test and quickly wiped her eyes as Matt’s son Liam toddled in. He was holding up a coloring book showing her that he had finished the page like she asked.
“Good job little man.” Y/n dryly chuckled as she picked him up, leaving the bathroom and Matt in it.
Matt stood there lost in his own thoughts. Y/n was 19, and he was 25. He never even initiated the flirting. She would walk around the house in a short skirt, purposefully bending over in front of him with fuck me eyes. Matt only ever gave in once he got drunk after the argument he had earlier. Y/n knew what she was doing, she just wanted to try out an older man.
Her friends always bragged about how they’re so much better and seeing as Matt’s wife is mainly working overtime, she took the opportunity. They had a great bond in the beginning. From the moment Y/n walked through those doors, Liam would rush to her arms and cause Matt to laugh.
There was one instance on when Y/n was giving little Liam a bath and he called her mom. This only made her sad for the kid, he needed his mom. Matt overheard this when Y/n thought he was still working on the farm, it just solidified even more that the feelings he was feelings weren’t just because of the sex. His own son saw how much of a joy and light Y/n brought into their once dull home.
“Y/n, you should keep it.” Matt walked out into the living room.
Y/n was helping Liam color as the toddler sat on her lap. She only ignored Matt though, the lump in her throat was building and she wasn’t sure if she could hold back for much longer.
Matt sat down next to them and pinched Liam’s little face. He stroked the back of Y/n’s head which made his son smile playfully. This was normal for them. Y/n didn’t move away from him, she actually craved his touch. It always made her feel something.
“Alright Li, you ready for lunch?” Y/n said while carrying him to his high chair.
“Once you’re done with that, c’mere darling.” Matt stuck a toothpick in his mouth and tilted his cowboy hat in her direction.
Y/n nodded and after fixing Liam his favorite snack, a pb&j with apple slices and a juice box, she let Matt take her hand and lead her to the side room. Matt’s hand felt rough and dry from all the work he does outside, but y/n has always liked it.
“Sit down, we’re gone talk about this and what you are deciding to do little lady.” Matt spoke sternly. He knew that he couldn’t pressure her to keep a baby she may didn’t even want, nor would he ever. He watched as y/n sat down, she wore overalls and a white tank top.
“Wheeewww you sure know how to make a cowboy sing.”
Y/n blushed and flipped her hair to the side. She grabbed Matt by his belt buckle to pull him closer. His hands immediately went on her head as he held her.
“Matt i’m just scared. You are still legally married, even if you say you love me.”
Matt took some of her hair in his hand and squeezed it lightly. Y/n knew that she wasn’t just the only nervous one here.
“If you divorce her then what happens to little Liam?”
“We can get that situated.”
“What if she takes him with her Matt? I don’t want that to happen.”
Matt smiled softly and kissed the top of y/n’a head. He knew that at this point, Liam was sort of already hers.
“I’ll never let her take Liam away from us.” He placed his hand on y/n’s stomach as she started crying.
“Not when he’s got a sibling on the way.”
Y/n looked up at Matt with teary eyes. It was like him saying that only made the reality real for her.
“Oh Matt.”
Matt chuckled and leaned down to kiss her lips softly. It was endearing, the soft movement of his tongue swiping across the bottom of y/n’s bottom lip as he started to suck on her tongue. Y/n let out a moan, the intensity of the kiss made her fall back onto the bed and Matt climbed on top of her.
Y/n felt as Matt’s fingers unhooked the overall straps. She didn’t wear a bra with the tank top because she knew that’s what he liked. The feeling of his rough hands grabbing at her soft flesh, made her feel guilt for how not guilty she felt about this whole thing. Matt knew her. He knew her body and, Y/n didn’t want his wife to feel what she feeling anymore. She did want Matt all to herself and maybe this baby could make that a reality for her.
“Can’t do anything more today sweet pea.” Matt lifted his hat a bit as he smirked down at y/n. His son was in the other room and almost done with his food by now. So he got up and adjusted his pants, and dick, while y/n sat up flustered.
Y/n laughed a bit while fixing her hair.
“That’s how we got into this mess!” Matt laughed heartily while holding his stomach and placed a kiss to Y/n’s cheek.
“Y’right. Cmon let’s head on back now darling.” Matt smacked Y/n’s ass on the way back to the kitchen.
Little Liam was smiling at the girl as he held an apple slice in his chubby fingers. His face was flustered as he eagerly reached for Y/n.
“Mommy!” Liam giggled into Y/n’s chest as she picked him up.
“Now what has happened here little man? Hm?”
Matt walked in after making sure his dick was tucked properly. He took off his cowboy hat and put it on Y/n’s head.
“Aw that’s right. Liam, your mommy here is a good rider.” Matt shot a smirk to Y/n.
“Now now now, don’t be going and believing your daddy Li. Cmon you wanna take a bath?”
Liam cheered and he took the hat off Y/n’s head, the boy failed to successfully wear it though, due to his head being much smaller. The couple laughed and Matt took Liam from Y/n.
“You go and get some rest now hear? That baby’s gonna be wearing your lassie down.” Matt’s voice was husky and deep. His country accent always made Y/n’s pussy wet.
She nodded and left her overall straps down. With her bare tits just barely being covered by a white tank top, Matt felt himself hardening again and he rushed out of the room.
based off this bot here. cowboy!matt my beloved. warnings / smut, oral (m!receiving), naive!reader, virgin!afab!reader, p in v, pet names (sugar, darlin', sweet girl, baby, pretty baby etc.) i know nothing about horses so like. THIS IS LONG 😭😭 no clue how many words idk long. cum on. ass !!!!!
"you've got a good heart, darlin'," matt's voice is gentle, warm. characterised by that accent, words oozing out of his mouth like fresh honey. his blue eyes linger on you for a moment, he's trying hard to not rake them over you, to look over your curves beneath the denim of your overalls. you're adorable. the bows on the buttons and all. he's taken a little off guard by the sight of you looking at him with those soft features, his attention grabbed again by your words.
you let out a soft squeak when he grasps at your chin gently, calloused fingers from hard work against your skin. a small smile adorns your lips at the touch, eyes searching his for a moment. matt wishes the absolute best for you, he really does. he wants to ruin you—but maybe also take you away from this shitty farm. "just.. wanted to be nice, 'n' helpful, y'know?" you tell him, rolling your shoulders in a shrug.
"but thank you," you add afterwards, a giggle bubbling from your lips. matt feels that familiar pang of warmth in his heart at the sight and sound of it.
fuck, he's done for.
he notices how quiet you are, seemingly nervous and thinking of something to say. a small smirk adorns his lips for a moment. he goes to speak. however you get to it first—"what's their name?" matt glances over and sees you're staring at his horse. a soft gleam sparkles in his eyes and he's more than happy to tell you whatever you please about his best girl.
the smile on his face grows wider at your interest, and he adjusts his cowboy hat, looking back at his mustang too. "mmh? 'er name's angel, my pretty little mustang, hm?" he lifts a hand to brush over her mane, quiet for a minute before he looks back over to you. "wanna brush her f'me, darlin'?" he asks, already rummaging in his saddle bag for the brush.
your eyes light up instantly, and you're practically finding the brush for him with how excited you are. "yeah, please?" your head nods fervently, fingers fiddling with the straps of your overalls as you eye the brush he comes up with.
there's a soft, breathy laugh that escapes him at your excitement at the prospect of brushing his angel. a soft hum comes from him and he nods his head. he swears he can feel his heart aching in his chest with every glance at you. you're too cute. he's gonna pick you up and never let you go, he swears.
"all yours, sugar," he tells you, smiling as he hands the brush to you. he holds the eye-contact, searching your gaze for a minute. "be real gentle, now," his words are soft, voice warm as he guides you over to angel. "she's a sweet girl, the sweetest, but she'll get antsy if you're too rough. she's a diva like that. got it, baby?"
honestly, you know exactly how to brush a horse since you do it nearly every damn day on your dad's farm, however because he sounds so sweet and is beinf so sweet, plus he called you baby? yeah, you'll pretend like you've bever seen a horse in your entire life. taking the brush, you nod your head, "got it," the feel of his hands on your arms makes a warmth flutter in your stomach.
this is his horse, so you're extra careful with angel, murmuring quietly, "you're really pretty," as if the horse could hear you. this makes matt's heart melt where he is, and his tongue darts out to lick over his bottom lip for a moment. matt leans back against the wooden fence, both hands grasping at the top as he watches you brush angel's sleek coat, his blue eyes fluttering over the two of you. his best girls.
"gettin' all loved up on her, ain't you, sweet girl?" he muses quietly, his words are light hearted, eyes tracking your every movement.
"i love her," you affirm, a smile playing on your lips once more as you look to angel again. she's whinnying and leaning towards your touch, content beneath the brush. when you look back at matt, you murmur, "she's adorable." matt nods in agreement, a soft sigh escaping him.
when you're done, you look the mustang over for a minute, glance back at matt, then back again. you're quiet again, thinking about what it'd be like to ride her, but you shake yourself out of your thoughts soon after. matt's brows cock for a moment. "she's the prettiest, ain't she?" he takes back the brush, putting it onto the fence by where he was before he steps up behind you. he can't help but place his hands on your hips.
he draws you back against him, squeezing at your hips for a moment with draws the line between appropriate and well, inappropriate, a lot closer. "you wanna ride her, don't you, sugar?" he feels you relax against him, almost immediately, and he meets your gaze for a minute. seeing you nod, a soft, amused smile settles on his lips again. "daddy doesn't let me ride our horses," a frown settles on his lips at your words.
another quiet hum rumbles in his chest when he feels you lean against him. matt's grip on your hips tightens, and he's resisting the urge to tug you back against him.
"course can, pretty girl," he says gently, tilting your head up for a minute. "daddy ain't here. i am. so, c'mere, now. let me help you up."
you're practically beaming when he says that. he's so damn sweet, you're realising. maybe you really are into cowboys. and really, you hadn't met many guys before, but regardless, he's so damn sweet. "daddy ain't here, you are," you agree, nodding your head. you can get with that logic.
god damn it, you're sweet.
"atta girl," he murmurs, coaxing you closer to angel. he had to admit he's having some very impure thoughts the moment he gets his hands on you, helping you up onto angel's saddle. he's quiet for a minute. you look so damn good up there, on his mustang. thank god for these cowboy pants because damn, he's straining a little here.
he wanted to settle you somewhere other than the saddle, definitely.
matt hops up too, sitting behind you. his chest comes flush against your back, the urge to run his hands over your body is palpable but he holds off. he sees the way you shiver a little, and he asks, "you doin' good, darlin'?" his words are soft. "not gettin' scared, are you?"
admittedly, yeah, you are. you feel so tall and high up, having never been at this height before. however the feel of angel beneath you, unmoving, not budging, makes you feel better. and matt's hands on you too. "ain't gonna let you fall, baby. i'll take good care of you."
"okay," you nod your head, leaning back against matt. feeling angel start to move beneath you, you grasp onto the reins. the mustang trots beneath the two of you, making some ground as she wanders about a bit. this makes you relax, it isn't as scary as you thought. besides, matt behind you, holding you tight, there's no way you'd get hurt.
matt could barely focus with your body against his, ass flush against his crotch and practically grinding back against him every minute or so. but he knew he had to be responsible and keep you safe, so he tries to calm the thoughts running through his head at that moment. thinking about how he wanted you bent over a hay bale beneath him wasn't exactly a good idea considering he had your safety to focus on. "you like it?"
you can feel matt's hands on your stomach, warm and gentle. his voice is low in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine and your hands tightening on angel's reins. "feels good, pretty thing?" he murmurs, and you nod, though unsure whether he was talking about riding around on angel or his touch on your body. albeit, it's definitely both. "yeah," you say quietly to his words, glancing around the field idly for a moment. "daddy shoulda' let me ride horses earlier, this is amazin'."
the farm looked so pretty. the sunset glowing down onto the grass and the two of you, the fruit trees swaying idly and the faint sounds of the animals in the barn only adding to everything. plus, you had a cute cowboy helping you ride his horse. it's the most free you'd been in.. well, ever.
a shiver goes down his spine too at how relaxed you are, how gentle your words are. his mind's spinning, you're so damn soft. it's like you're meant to be against him, your body moulding perfectly into his. he keeps his hand firm against your stomach, before he speaks up again.
"you know.." that gets your attention and you look back at him, "i wanna show you somethin', pretty baby, you trust me?"
despite the fact that that you'd only talked to matt a little bit, this being your first ever proper meeting, you did trust him. perhaps you were naïve (you are) but you were enjoying his company and he radiated warmth. "uh, yeah, alrighty," might also be the warmth of his hands against you clouding your judgement but he does seem genuinely caring and compassionate. "i trust you."
a grin settles on his face the moment he sees your agreement, and he gently encases your hands on angel's reins, bringing his body closer against yours. that's it, you're doing so well.
"s'not far," he assures you, spurring angel forward so she leads the two of you away from the farm. you glance back almost immediately, lashes fluttering against your cheeks. it's getting late out, but you were sure matt'd bring you back before your daddy started to worry, so you settle against angel and continue riding.
you couldn't remember the last time you'd been outside the farm, to be completely honest. and you're sure matt can feel the excitement rolling off of you as angel leads you both further and further from the farm. the sun is setting, slowly but surely, purpley pinks and golden oranges glowing down on you. matt's eyes drift over you, how damn pretty you look under the sun's rays. he's so taken by you. finally, the two of you make it to a little clearing. though, in the centre is an old, worn down barn. how charming.
matt helps you off the horse, hands grasping at your waist as he sets you down onto the grass. "s'got character," you say, finding the nice things in the otherwise.. a tad bit run down exterior. maybe he's thinking too far ahead, he could be, but he could imagine you and him fixing up the place, making it your own one day. the two of you admire it for a moment, the charm and whimsy of it.
he keeps his hands on your waist despite the fact he doesn't need to, his hands smoothing over the denim of your overalls. his grip keeps you against his chest, and he's quiet, just taking you in. "right, c'mere," he says finally, urging you foreard with a nudge of your hips and coaxes you forward with a nod of his head towards the barn. "wanna show you somethin' inside, baby."
you glance up at him, brows cocking with curiosity, "what've you got in an ol' barn like this?" your eyes dart around for a moment, just looking at the surroundings. matt lets out a quiet chuckle at your words, because you're right, an old barn like this? not much going on. but he silently leads you inside, knowing you're completely unaware of his thoughts at that moment. or any of the moments prior.
it's basically pitch black inside despite the flickering rays of fading sunset peeking in from the top windows. you can't see much, if anything at all, eyes having not adjusted to the darkness yet. matt, however, can see perfectly fine at that moment. as a cowboy, he'd seen his fair share of the dark already.
the inside is basically bare, some old couches, hay bales, dirt on the floors and scattered wood, straw too. he can see your mind working in the darkness, and his hands on you are gentle, reassuring that you're fine. he guides you forward slowly, till you bump into a bench, and end up sat down. you try to meet his gaze in the darkness, however it's a little fruitless considering you can't see shit. "matt?" your words are soft, curious.
matt moves directly in front of you, pushing between your legs so that they spread out to accomodate him. now you can see him better, a sliver of light behind him making his figure clearer to your eyes.
"you trust me, sweetheart?" he asks once more, and of course, you nod once more too. his hands come and clasp yours, fingers interlacing with yours. bringing your hands up to his chest, he splays your fingers against him. matt's hot breath fans against your face. "of course you do," he murmurs quietly, smiling gently at the sight of you.
you watch as he slowly leads your hands over his body, hot, warm and firm beneath your hands. matt guides your hands down to his stomach, and you pause there, his blue eyes darting to yours. "keep going," his voice is low and quiet, "lower, honey."
now, your hands ease over him, over his hips to feel the plaid fabric of his shirt end and shift to the cold metal and hot leather of his belt. your fingers brush his belt buckle, and he looks at you once more. "undo it," he coos, "undo my belt."
"i've never.." you go to warn him, but he knows, he knows and he's okay with the fact that you've never done this with a guy before. as he watches you undo his belt, tugging it from the loops, a soft smile settles on his lips. your breathing picks up, chest rising up and down in quickened breaths. it's a good look on you, all breathless and needy.
"that too," he brushes his fingers over your face, touching your skin gently when he sees you undoing his jeans. as soon as he tells you to, you do it, and that makes heat warm his abdomen. matt strokes his thumb over your neck, head tilting to the side. "pull 'em down. there's a girl, that's it," he shivers a little, as do you, as you pull down his jeans, a breeze hitting his thighs.
"you like what you're seein', baby?" he stands above you, wearing his plaid shirt and boxers. matt grasps at your hands once more and he guides them over his bare thighs, a low grunt escaping him.
you had to admit he's good looking. so good looking. you may have been sheltered your entire life but you'd, of course, watched a hell of movies before. and he's like prince charming, the way he treats you, so gently and patiently. "uh-huh," you mutter, shifting your weight where you're sat. "you look.. good."
"just good?"
"uh, really good. like.. woah," that makes him laugh, and he tilts his head for a moment, as he guides your hands now to the waistband of his boxers. curling your fingers into the fabric, he mumbles, "god, you've got such soft hands."
"i do?" feels like you haven't done a single bit of hard labour in your life.
"every part of you's soft, sweet girl," that's true. he knows it, you know it. he squeezes your hands over his boxers, grunting quietly as your palm brushes over the front. he's straining against the fabric already, not wanting to stain them with a wet patch he knows is impending. "pull these down for me," he lets you tug at the elastic, groaning when you finally tug them down.
the way you obey literally instantly, without any hesitation, makes his blood throb. especially as his cock comes free from his boxers, aching and leaking from the tip. precum oozes from the head, and he watches the way your eyes linger on him. "you ever touch a man like that before, sweetheart?"
"no," you shake your head, not sure what to do with your hands now. you're trying so hard not to look down between his legs, but it's practically impossible. a soft smirk settles on his lips and he hums, "never?"
"never," you agree quietly, your chest rising and falling in more picked up breaths. matt's intimidating in a gentle, caring way, if that makes sense. he's so much of those things that it's intimidating.
"m'gonna teach you. y'alright with that, honey? we ain't gotta do nothin' y'don't wanna do."
that makes you relax a lot more and you consider it, "nothin' i don't wanna do?" you confirm, and when he nods, you offer your hand. you notice how his eyes gleam almost instantly, and the speed in which he takes your hand into his. "there y'go," he says quietly, wrapping your hand around his shaft slowly. it twitches in your hand a little, and he lets out a throaty swallow. "wrap that pretty hand around me, that's it."
"like this?" you wanna do this perfectly for him, perfect. your fingers wrap around him, all gentle. he watches you for a minute, before he speaks up again.
"y'know how to give a man pressure, darlin'?" you're quiet for a moment, before you have a spark of confidence and tighten your grip on him ever so slightly, and he lets out a quiet, strangled moan from his throat. "like that?" your head cocks to the side a little, and he nods his head once more.
"just like that," his voice comes out deeper than he means for it to. the moment you start to stroke him, his head tips back a little and his lips part to let out a low sound. "keep at it, baby, just like that.." matt mutters, fingers brushing over your cheek gently.
as you start getting a hang of things, your hand pumps his cock a little faster and more proper. eyes lifting to his, you smile gently, a little proud one. he was proud of you too, really damn proud. "does it.. feel good?" does it feel good? 'course it fucking does.
"you're a natural, sweet," matt agrees quietly, hips stuttering a little towards your warm hand to try chase the pleasure you're giving him. a quiet grunt escapes him and he shifts his weight, chest rising and falling in quickened breaths too. the fact you're so eager makes his heart race, makes even more precum ooze from the tip and onto your hand.
he's quiet for a minute, before he mutters, tone lilted with gentle curiosity. "you wanna try somethin' else, baby? think you'd be a real natural at that too, hm?" he murmurs, an amused sound escaping him.
"mhm?" you look up at him, biting your bottom lip for a moment before you release it as your lips part. you search his gaze, and matt smiles, coaxing you to look at him properly. he looks down at you through his lashes, "open y'mouth for me.. look at you, doin' so well." your lips part, mouth open as soon as he asked.
his thumb drops to your bottom lip, brushing over it. you're so damn pretty, the way he looks you up and down making your stomach flutter almost instantly. he steps infront of you, letting the head of his cock brush against your lips gently. matt wraps his hand around his base, giving himself a few languid strokes. "keep that pretty mouth nice and open," he tells you, words soft.
your eyes fall down to his cock infront of your mouth, feeling his warmth so close to you, and a soft moan escapes you. when your hot breath hits his tip, his hips stutter forward a little bit instinctively. "tongue out," he watches you stick your tongue out and he gives himself a few more strokes, a quiet grunt slipping past his lips. "such a good girl. so damn good."
you look so good down there, eyes soft and curious as they search his. matt bites his lip for a minute, slowly tapping his cock against your inviting tongue. damn it, you look so good. so, so fucking good. letting his free hand come up to the back of your head, he brings you closer to him. "gonna put myself in, alright? don't worry. remember, okay? breathe through your nose, relax your mouth."
he watches as you do what he'd said, relaxing your mouth as best as you can. you're absolutely wracked with nerves, but he's making it easier for you, not as bad as you thought it'd be. matt's dying to feel the inside of your warm mouth. he's quiet for a minute, "don't have to take all of me, alright? take as much as you can," before he starts easing himself into your mouth, a shuddering breath slipping past his lips.
employing what he'd told you immediately, you relax your throat and mouth, starting to breathe through your nose as opposed to your mouth. "that's it, shit, there we go, darlin', pretty, pretty mouth.." you gag the tiniest bit, and he pauses, "you alright? want me to stop?"
"no, no, no, no—" you mumble around his throbbing length, and he lets out a quiet laugh.
"alright, alright, i got you," he eases himself further, till you tell him to stop. "there we go, takin' practically all of me, hm? that's it, relax.. don't wanna hurt you," matt coos, rubbing your cheek for a minute. perfect. you look absolutely perfect with his cock down your throat, and he has half a mind not to start thrusting into your mouth, but he's promised to teach you gently.
when you go to speak, he shakes his head, "ah, ah, no, honey, just.. just feel it for me, make me feel good," he slowly eases himself back, "gonna start moving, okay? tell me if you wanna stop." with that, and your nod which inadvertently bobs your head on him, he starts moving his hips back and forth. the length of his cock disappears between your lips with every thrust, a ring of saliva slowly forming around fhe base of his shaft. "doing so good, got a perfect mouth. never done this before, baby? i'd beg to fuckin' differ, shit.."
any nerves you had prior practically dissipate with how good he's reacting to what you're doing to him. his grip onnthe back of your head tightens, and he's grunting with his every thrust and bob of your head, his own falling back a little. "face of 'n' angel but mouth of a sinner... my god.." he whimpers quietly, his lips parted with his breaths.
if he could keep at this, he would, he really would. he'd use your mouth to get over the edge a million times and he'd cum all over you—your face, your.. he's getting a bit ahead of himself now, he knows. so he gently taps your cheek and pulls himself out for a moment, a grunt escaping him.
you look worried, confused, as if he didn't like it or had some critique. "was i—was i doing it wrong?" you look so genuinely upset that he has to quickly console you that no, he's fine, great, amazing even, and he just wants your warm cunt instead of your mouth.
"no, no, you're doing perfectly," you really are, he feels so fucking good. he fists his cock a few times, a shiver running down his spine before he gestures to you. "take those overalls off for me, alright?" you're so eager to, you practically rip off the buttons. you slip your overalls off your body and you know for a fact that matt likes the look of you, the sight of your lacy little bra and dainty panties clinging to your hips.
"c'mere, come.. c'mere," matt growls, practically lifting you from where you're sat as he looks around for somewhere to bend you over. he finds a hay bale, in which he unbuttons his shirt and lays it out so you don't get scratched up all that much by the hay. in seconds, he's got you bent over.
"wait, wait—" your words cause matt to stop instantly, fingers releasing the elastic of your panties. his eyes dart to yours, and he looks worried that he'd hurt you or something. "be gentle, please?" he relaxes almost instantly, and he smiles, "i got you, baby. i'll be gentle."
his hand smoothes over your ass, squeezing at it for a minute before he mumbles, "can i take this pretty pair off you, baby?" he sees how you're quiet for a minute before you nod, and he grins as he eases them off your soft thighs. the sight of your pretty, puffy pussy makes his dick throb between his thighs once more, twitching. a string of your arousal clings to your panties from your hole, and that only serves to make him want you more.
"please," you say quietly, weakly. matt hums quietly, letting his fingers ghost over your folds. he swipes a finger through your wetness, seeing whether he'd need to loosen you up for him. he knew you'd be tight but you were wet enough he could probably push right in without much resistance, if any at all. "yeah? need me?" he coos quietly, his hand slowly wrapping back around his cock as he slowly rubs himself against your cunt. the quiet, wet sounds your core makes makes him groan.
"hold on tight, okay? real tight for me," you grasp at the hay as best as you can, feeling it scratch at your hands a little. but the pleasure he's about to give you outweighs any thoughts of getting your hands a little scuffed. the feel of his tip pushing into your wet hole has your knees buckling beneath you, and he slides his free hand underneath you to hold you up. "matt," you whine out, quietly, and he coos, "i know, i know. feels big, huh? you feel tight, honey, so tight 'n' warm."
he pushes in slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you anymore than you already are. matt's eyes flutter shut for a second along with your own, when he bottoms out, and he grasps at your hips tightly with an almost bruising grip. "can i—"
"yeah, please, oh.. please.." well, if you're that eager. he rocks his hips back before he pushes himself back into you. you gasp out, grip on the hay tightening. he's so big, having to practically bully his cock into your pussy, because you're so damn tight too. matt's quiet but still vocal, grunting, groaning and faintly whimpering with every thrust of his hips.
you hiccup softly, "so good, oh, oh god," your chest rises and falls in heavy breaths, tits shaking beneath your sweet little bra, spilling from the lace. this catches matt's eyes immediately, and he smirks, sliding his hand under your chest and squeezing to hold you up. he swallows thickly, "you like that? yeah? feels good, i know, baby, mmh, yeah.." he squeezes your chest again, before he slides his hand down your side to hold onto your hips and squeeze again.
matt's thrusts pick up, hips smacking against yours with the sound of skin against skin echoing throughout the barn. the way you cry out, legs trembling, god, you're gorgeous. so, so damn pretty. "matt! matt, oh my god, mmh—ah.." he can tell you're getting closer from how the trembling in your legs picks up, and how your inner walls clench around him. he swallows hard, "you gonna come? yeah? all over me? that's it, give it to me, wanna feel it, fuck."
you're squealing, grasping tighter at the hay bale beneath you. his words only throw you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. he gasps shakily, feeling the way you squeeze around him so tight. he feels your release ooze down your thighs, and his too, and he growls shakily with each buck of his hips now. "gonna come, fuck, hold on, baby, hold on," he slowly pulls out of you, his fist flying to his cock as he pumps his hand quickly, whimpering under his breath with every stroke. "m'comin', shit, my god—that's it, yeah.." his abdomen tightens and eventually hot, white ropes of cum spurt out from his tip and coat your ass, dripping down your soft skin.
you look so pretty like that.
"you okay, baby? he asks gently, eyes meeting yours as he grasps at the hay bale, chest rising and falling in picked up breaths. when you glance up at him, all wide eyed and hazy, nodding, he knows you're okay, and wanting more. "feel so good," you admit, and you glance away for a second before meeting his gaze again. "want.. more."
"more?" matt's eyes rake over you for a second, and he nods, a hum escaping him. "turn around, i got you, honey. always got you."
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in which you and your cowboy kind of go on a date to the funfair even though matt has to hand you back at the end of the night . . . paired with sweetheart reader
The fair glows like a memory before it’s even over, warm, golden lights blurring against the purple sky, the air thick with kettle corn and summer dust. You walk beside Matt, cotton candy in one hand, the other tugging at the sleeve of his flannel jacket that hangs oversized around your frame. It smells like him. Smoked cedar, leather, sun. Your daddy thinks Matt’s just there to supervise. just one of his older and supposedly more responsible farmhands who's just being sweet and doing him a favour, making sure his sweetheart daughter doesn’t get herself in trouble. But Matt’s the trouble, really. And you’re so damn glad for it.
He looks so unfairly good under the midway lights—hat tilted back, forearms crossed, denim hugging every line of him. Big hands, bigger shoulders, and that slow, knowing smile. The kind that could get a girl into all kinds of sin. You bounce on your heels in red cowboy boots, cheeks warm from laughing as he hands you a stuffed cow he won at the ring toss. You squeal, holding it to your chest like it’s a diamond.
❝You didn’t have to win me a prize,❞ you tease, bumping your shoulder into his. Matt just grins, flexing his arm a little. ❝Gotta show off for my girl somehow.❞ ❝Oh, so I’m your girl now?❞ you ask, biting into your cotton candy, voice all syrupy and sweet. ❝Always been, darlin’.❞ His voice is low, deadly soft. You try to hide your smile behind the spun sugar, but he sees it anyway.
He wins you two more prizes before you can stop him—one from the milk bottle toss, where he knocks every bottle clean off the crate with one throw, and another from the basketball hoops. You all clap, mock surprise. ❝What can’t you do?❞ ❝Keep my hands off you, apparently,❞ he mutters under his breath, and you burst out laughing.
The scrambler ride comes next. You wait in line, talking about the lights and how you used to come here when you were little, your voice going soft with nostalgia. He listens, smiling, thumb tracing the back of your hand. When you both climb in, you barely get buckled before it jerks into motion. Each spin sends you flying into his side, and his laughter rumbles warm against your ear.
❝Told you to hold on,❞ he chuckles, gripping your waist. ❝You like it,❞ you shout over the roar, giggling as you slide into him again. ❝Gives you an excuse to grab me!❞ ❝I don’t need an excuse, sweetheart.❞ By the time you reach the Ferris wheel, the crowd's thinned and the night hums softly around you. He helps you into the seat like you're delicate, settles you on his lap, legs draped over his thigh, arm curled around your waist. You point out stars, still catching your breath.
❝That one’s shaped like a horse,❞ you say, chin tilted up. ❝Nah, it’s you. Pretty and wild,❞ he murmurs, fingers trailing lazy shapes on your thigh. You squirm a little. His voice is syrupy, that Southern drawl wrapping around you like a slow burn. You rest your forehead against his jaw, and he presses a kiss to your temple.
It feels like a date. Because it is. But when the ride ends, and he walks you back to the truck, he’ll say ❝thank you, sir❞ to your daddy like he didn’t just spend the whole evening with your thighs over his. Like you didn’t fall asleep against him on the ride home, cotton candy on your breath and his hand warm on your knee.
You doze in the passenger seat, boots scuffed, face tilted toward his shoulder. Matt drives one-handed, slow and sure. The stars blur by overhead, and he looks over at you, smile all soft. Already thinking about sneaking through your window come midnight.
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NOTES ,, idk this is kind of pwp but with a little plot ??? LMFAO cowboy!matt my dearest.... uhhh minors dont interact !!! this. is smutty n stuff 😞 ive seen so much negativity n its makin me so ☹️ like. please be nice to eachother idk bro its not hard.. ANYWAY ENOUGH YAP FROM ME let me know if u wanna be on the taglist <3
matt's obsessed with how you look perched up atop that mechanical bull, straddling it so prettily. his eyes rake over you as he leans against the railing surrounding where the bull is. it feels oddly intimate to him, seeing the way your thighs squeeze against the sides of the machine, how you have to hold on tight to stop yourself from being thrown up—inadvertently causing your tits to bounce beneath the soft cotton of your shirt. which in turn, has his eyes locked to the area for a moment before he snaps out of it.
he's sure every other guy in the roadhouse is staring at you, getting the same ideas that he is. you look perfect up there—having the absolute time of your life. even the guys beside him as he looks up at you are getting their fill, as much as it makes him wanna throttle them, he keeps himself at bay so that you can simply enjoy yourself tonight. and besides, he's the only one your eyes are on in the first place. with every buck of the bull beneath you, you're glancing up at matt as if to say 'look at me!'
it has a smile settling on his face, practically plastered on as he looks up at you, his arms folded against the railing with his chin resting against them. when he can, he gives you the occasional wave, just wishing to see that beaming smile adorn your own face like it is for him. as much as he's lovin' seeing you ride, he glances over at the worker controlling the bull to see when it's time for you to hop off, and well, time for him to get his hands on you.
quite honestly, he zones out just looking at you, in thought—he's only snapped out of it when he hears the patrons all erupt in applause, your turn on the bull coming to an end. before he even knows it, you're practically running at him and throwing yourself into his arms. "woah, hey there," a breathless laugh escapes him at the sight of you all giddy, and he easily wraps his arms around your middle.
"it was so good, i felt so tall—" you're beaming, clinging to him as if he's your lifeline. with your arms thrown around his neck, your body presses up against his. he groans at the close contact, having to loosen you a little to adjust his jeans so you don't feel the gradual tenting against you. "it was so fun, i wanna go again, 'n' again, m'tellin' you," it felt almost empowering in a way, all those people looking up at you ane clapping, cheering, whistling for you.
most important part was him, though. this has easily been the most fun you've had in weeks, months, maybe even years. the ranch couldn't compare to this, not at all. "yeah, had fun, baby?" he smiles softly, drawing you in closer with his hands running up and down your back. occasionally they dip lower and cup at the curve of your ass, thumbs stroking over the denim material idly.
"so much fun," you agreed, practically burying yourself into him. you're so damn pretty, he's weak. you looked so nice like this, but you'd look so much nicer riding something else, huh? he's reeling at the thought, eyes fluttering over your figure silently for a moment before he looks up at you again, not wanting to get caught with his thoughts. "that's good, darlin'," matt agrees quietly, a little distracted by the sight of you.
"you're so pretty, y'know that?" he can't help himself, his hand on your ass squeezing gently before he slides it up to your jean clad thigh, squeezing as well as he holds onto it. whilst he feels up your thigh, his free hand that stayed on your waist slides up under your shirt. the warmth of your skin makes him groan under his breath, his eyes lifting to yours. "just a little doll, ain't you?"
matt does this a lot—get all touchy and loving on you, and even so, you never get used to it. it always has your skin growing warm, eyes even dilating a little. "you're jus' flatterin' me. you do this with every pretty girl?" matt scoffs at your words. being cooped up in that farmhouse of yours made you sassy, watchin' all that television. he loved it, though, how you fired back with him.
"no, ma'am," he smiled gently, drawing you closer. "jus' sayin'.. you looked real nice up on that there bull," leaning in, he let his nose brush against the crook of your neck for a moment. the feel of his warm breath against your skin has you shivering however instinctively leaning into his touch. matt hums quietly, the urge to find some quiet area of the roadhouse and really give you a ride growing more and more each moment. "you're good at ridin', hm?"
"mhm," you hum in return, your lips parting with a soft sound as he squeezes all over your body. you can practically feel him hardening against your thighs, and he draws you closer once more. although, his gaze flutters up and around the bar for a bit. he looks back at you, biting his tongue for a second. "how 'bout," he starts, "you test out those skills for me? gotta put 'em to good use so you don't get rusty, darlin'."
"we wouldn't want that, would we?" a warmth floods through you as you speak, your eyes darting up to his. a lazy smirk crawls its way over matt's lips and he easily hooks his arm around your waist again. his hand slides into the back pocket of your jeans, curling over your ass as he draws you close and over to a quiet, partioned part of the bar. "mm, no, we wouldn't," he coos.
glancing around for a minute, he checks to see whether the coast is clear before he sits himself down. leaning back against booth, he glances up at you, watching how you stand there with your hands on your hips. "baby, you gonna stand there or come get to work?" matt muses, patting his thighs for a minute before he starts undoing the buttons and zip of his jeans.
"don't tell me what to do," you watch for a moment as he undoes his jeans, the way he easily rolls them down his thighs. he notices, his smirk widening a little. "but baby," matt croons, his head tilting to the side a little bit. "you like when i tell you what to do," and he's right, yeah. you really do. you're already unzipping your own jeans, pushing them down your thighs, and then off your body completely to give you room to move around.
"that's it," matt mumbles, eyes raking over you. the sight of you in just your panties and that pretty top has him groaning m, his hand sliding down to palm himself over his boxers for a moment. his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, jerking his chin in his direction with his free hand held out for you to come sit yourself down. "c'mere," his voice holds an almost whiny quality to it, his blue eyes lifting up to yours instinctively.
"m'comin'," you murmur quickly, glancing up at him. those blue eyes of his quite honestly make you weak. making your way over, you stand between his spread legs for a moment. this gives him room to shimmy off his boxers a little, freeing his aching, throbbing cock with precum oozing from the tip. he quickly moves his hand to stroke himself, getting himself ready to line up against your entrance and push inside you. he'd been waiting for this for a good hour or so now, honestly.
matt's hand stays lazily pumping his cock, but his other hand slides over to your hips and squeezes for a moment, before he draws you closer. it moves over the curve of your thigh, grasping at the meat of it and easing one leg over his hip, then he moves the other one to do the same. "you alright? still want this?"
"just—" you roll your eyes at his words, reaching a hand down to push your panties to the side a little. a little gasp escapes you at the feel of the different air against your wet folds, and matt scoffs in amusement at your reaction. if you could make such a pretty sound because of that, he knew your sounds would be even prettier when he had you riding him to high heaven.
you stare at matt for a minute, seeing the scoff, and you shake your head before you scoot so you're lined up with his tip. matt watches you intently, his eyes locked on the sight of you so pliant yet headstrong above him. he leans back against the booth, hands grasping at your soft thighs, grip tightening instantly when you ease yourself down on him. "fuck," it takes everything he has to not start bucking up into you already, but he knows he has to take his time and let you adjust.
"so tight around me already, sweetheart," being atop of that mechnical bull had already given you some real good friction if you were being completely honest, so you were wet enough for him to just ease inside without much resistance. your hands instinctively lift up to his shoulders, steadying yourself as you sink down. he's so warm, so close, his hands squeezing at your thighs tightly. "there we go.." when you're finally settled, he shuts his eyes for a minute, the feeling of being buried deep inside you making his heart race.
"open your eyes, please?" you love looking at his face when you lift your hips up and down, bringing yourself off him just to the tip before you slam back down on him again. he can't say no to you, not at all, so when you ask him to, his eyes open again. they're a little hazy, dilated from the intoxication of being beneath you. "mmh," you hum, taking the look of his eyes and just the way he's holding onto you as a sign to go ahead and start moving.
slowly but surely, you lift your hips up with the help of your thighs, and his hands, till your almost off him before you drop back down again. a throaty sound slips from past his lips, almost a whine. "look so good on top of me like this," he pants, drawing you even closer as you start to gain a pace that both of you like. you just let out the prettiest sounds as his cock drags against your walls, your thighs trembling a little with every bounce that you make.
feeling as though you don't need much of his help to gain rhythm, he lets go of your thighs and lifts his hands to your chest, palming your tits through the soft fabric of your top. "can't forget these, huh?" he muses, words shaky as his hips slowly start to thrust up to meet your motions. all of it has you whining above him, pretty little sounds escaping you with every one of his and your own movements. "ca—can't forget about those," you agree breathily, lifting a hand to move over top his as he runs his fingers over your nipples idly. "matt, oh my—"
it's a lot—the difference in how full you feel when he's buried in you to the hilt, and how you feel when you're lifted off him, god, it's stark, and yeah, every downward thrust has you crying out in soft moans whereas every upwards movement has you whining for more. "so greedy for me, aren't you," matt tuts, smiling gently at the sight of you looking so pretty and breathless, so needy. his hands find their way back to your hips again and he squeezes, taking that opportunity to start thrusting his hips upwards a little harder. his page picks up, your thighs shaking at the building pressure.
"that's all you needed, hm?" one of his hands slips down between your legs, beneath your panties, and his thumb starts working at your clit to get you over the edge. he draws firm circles around the bundle of nerves, his eyes lifting up to yours once more whilst he simultaneously pounds his hips up against yours. "making me feel so good, baby." but he'd get you there first, he'd make sure of it. you're practically soaking him, especially when that knot of pleasure bursts and you feel that familiar bliss wash over you.
it was a combination of his hips snapping up against yours and his thumb circling your clit, plus just the proximity of his body against yours and his eyes meeting yours on occasion that had you coming undone. "that's it, makin' a right mess on my cock," he coos, easing his thumb off your clit as to not overstimulate you and slowly sliding his hands back to your thighs to draw you a little closer. "just a little bit more, darlin'. you can take it, can't you? just a bit more for me?"
"just a little," you mumble in agreement, arms slowly wrapping around his neck as that fuzzy, warm feeling takes over a little. this is familiar in the best way, the rhythmic movement of his hips, his cock pushing in and out of you at a firm but easy pace. the wet sounds of skin against skin, it has you whining against him and practically holding onto his flannel for dear life.
he grunts low under his breath, "ain't gonna last long with you squeezin' the life outta' me like that," you can feel his thighs tense beneath you, his grip on your hips tightening as his thrusts start to stutter a little. his head tilts back and he lets out a guttural growl, eyes squeezing shut the moment he starts painting your insides white with his cum, his grip on you tightening impossibly so as he rides the waves of pleasure. "fuck," he wraps his arms around your waist, drawing you closer.
it's so warm, everything's so warm, the feeling of his release oozing down the insides of your thighs as he holds you there. a soft moan escapes you, your head nuzzling into his neck. his eyes flutter open after a minute, gaze meeting yours in an instant. had you made a mess? yeah, definitely, but was this completely worth it? a hundred percent. "swear you're turnin' into my very own cowgirl with skills like that," his words come out breathy, and an airy laugh of your own slips past your lips.
"might have to go ridin' again, actually," one of the things he loved most about you: your insatiability. you never really do get enough of him, huh?
the late afternoon sun hung low, painting the sky in soft hues of pink and gold as you wandered through the edge of the field, basket in hand. your fingers plucked ripe berries from the brambles, the sweet scent of summer thick in the air. the quiet was comforting, broken only by the occasional chirp of crickets or rustle of leaves.
you’d grown up here, surrounded by acres of land your family had tended for generations. it was familiar, safe. but sometimes, it felt like the world stopped at the edge of the fields, and you were left wondering what lay beyond.
that’s when you heard it—the low rumble of boots against dirt. you turned, heart skipping a beat, and there he was: matt.
he worked for your father, helping with the horses and fixing fences, always busy with one thing or another. but right now, he wasn’t working. he was walking toward you, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the sunset, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. “evenin’, darlin’,” he drawled, tipping his hat.
you froze, clutching the basket against your chest like it could shield you from the way his eyes roamed over you. “hi,” you managed, your voice softer than you intended.
he was everything you weren’t used to—rugged, confident, and so handsome it made your stomach flip. his shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a hint of tan skin, and his jeans clung low on his hips, dusted from a long day’s work.
“picking berries?” he asked, his gaze dropping to the basket in your hands. you nodded, suddenly shy under his attention. “uh-huh.” he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming in the quiet. “mind if i take one?”
before you could answer, he plucked a berry from the basket, his fingers brushing yours. you watched, breathless, as he popped it into his mouth, his lips curling into a smirk as he chewed. “sweet,” he murmured, his voice low. “just like you, i bet.”
your cheeks burned, and you looked away, pretending to focus on the berries. “you shouldn’t say things like that.” “why not?” he asked, leaning against the fence post. “it’s true.”
you didn’t know what to say to that. no one had ever spoken to you like this before, with a teasing edge that made your heart race and your knees weak. “it's inappropriate,” you said, trying to sound firm, but it came out breathy. “maybe,” he admitted, his grin widening. “but you seem like you could use some trouble in your life.”
you opened your mouth to protest, but he reached out, his hand brushing against your cheek. “you got somethin’ here,” he said softly, his thumb grazing the corner of your lips.
you froze, your breath hitching as his touch lingered. his eyes met yours, darker now, filled with something you couldn’t name but felt deep in your chest. “matt,” you whispered, barely audible. “yeah, sweetheart?”
“i... i should go,” you stammered, but your feet didn’t move. “should you?” he asked, stepping closer until there was barely an inch between you. you shook your head, your basket slipping from your fingers as his hands found your waist.
“thought so,” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened, his tongue slipping past your lips as his grip on your waist tightened.
you’d never been kissed like this before—never been kissed at all, really. his hands were warm, his touch firm but gentle as he guided you back against the fence. “so pretty,” he muttered against your lips, his hands roaming down to your hips, pulling you flush against him.
“matt,” you whimpered, your hands clutching at his shirt. “let me take care of you, darlin’,” he said, his voice rough as he kissed down your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
before you knew it, he was leading you toward the barn, the air thick with tension. the door creaked as he pushed it open, the smell of hay and leather surrounding you as he pulled you inside.
he backed you against a stack of hay bales, his hands slipping under your blouse to caress your skin. “tell me to stop if you want, sweetheart,” he said, his eyes searching yours. but you didn’t want him to stop. you shook your head, your fingers tugging at his shirt as he kissed you again, deeper this time.
his hands found the buttons of your blouse, undoing them one by one until it slipped from your shoulders, leaving you bare except for your thin camisole. “so beautiful,” he murmured, his lips trailing down to your collarbone.
you gasped as he tugged your camisole down, his mouth finding your breast, his tongue teasing your nipple until you were arching against him, your fingers tangling in his hair.
“matt, please,” you begged, not even sure what you were asking for, only knowing you needed more. “patience, darlin’,” he said with a smirk, his lips continuing their path down your body.
he knelt in front of you, his hands gripping your thighs as he pressed kisses against your stomach, his fingers slipping under the hem of your skirt.
“these gotta go,” he said, hooking his thumbs into your panties and sliding them down your legs. you shivered as the cool air hit your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of his mouth as he pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, his stubble scraping deliciously against your skin.
when his tongue finally found you, you cried out, your hands clutching at the hay as he licked and sucked, his fingers joining in to push you closer to the edge. “that’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice thick as he worked you over. “let go for me.”
you did, your body trembling as pleasure washed over you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. he stood, his lips crashing against yours as he undid his belt, the sound of it hitting the barn floor sending a thrill through you.
“you ready for me, darlin’?” he asked, his forehead resting against yours. “yes,” you whispered, your nails digging into his shoulders as he lifted you, his body pressing against yours as he slid into you with one slow, deep thrust.
you moaned, your head falling back as he moved, his pace steady but intense, each thrust driving you higher and higher until you were on the edge again. “come for me, sweetheart,” he growled, his lips brushing against your ear. “let me feel you.”
you shattered around him, your body shaking as he followed, his grip on you tightening as he found his release. after a moment, he pulled back, his lips curling into a soft smile as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. “your bow fell, sweetheart,” he said, holding up the ribbon that had been in your hair.
you laughed breathlessly, taking it from him as he kissed you again, softer this time. “you’re somethin’ else,” he murmured, his eyes full of something you couldn’t quite place.
“so are you,” you replied, already wondering how you’d ever look at the barn the same way again.
