cowboy!Remmick x fem!reader
summary: riding a mechanical bull at a bar leads you to end up riding the cowboy…
wc: # 2.1k
warnings: porn w little plot, p in v sex, oral sex fem!receiving, crude language, drinking, praise kink, etc..
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It’s cold. A sharp December-night kind of cold—and of course you’re in the shortest pair of denim shorts you own, cowboy boots clicking against the pavement. Fitting, since your friend insisted on meeting at the local cowboy bar. It used to be a quiet hole-in-the-wall; now it’s the go-to spot for people your age. Beer, line dancing, a mechanical bull—what more could you ask for?
You push through the door and pause, taking in the scene. The place is packed. Pool tables swarmed with people clutching drinks, laughter spilling over the felt. The dance floor is full of women showing off their moves while men watch them like hungry dogs. And right in the middle sits the mechanical bull—currently tossing around a guy who thinks he’s tougher than he is. He lasts all of three seconds before face-planting.
You’re not exactly thrilled about meeting your friend here, but she was persistent, and you needed a break from the same old places. So you slip into an empty barstool and settle in.
“Can I get ya anything?” the bartender asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Just a whiskey and Coke, please.”
“Comin’ right up.” He flashes a friendly grin.
While he works, you check your phone—still no update from your friend. Of course. You roll your eyes just as your drink gets placed in front of you. You thank the bartender and take a small sip, savoring the sweet burn.
Turning your back to the counter, you rest your elbows on it and scan the room, hunting for one familiar face among a sea of cowboy hats.
“Is this seat taken?” a warm, honeyed country voice asks beside you.
You turn—and look up into blue eyes, sandy hair, a tall frame, and a smirk carved for trouble.
You sip your drink again. “Go ahead.”
He slides onto the stool. “What’s a pretty little thing like you doin’ sittin’ here alone?” he drawls. “Don’t tell me someone went and stood you up.”
“I don’t get stood up,” you say, scoffing lightly. “I’m waiting for my friend.”
“Mm. That makes sense.” He tilts his head, amused. “Name’s Remmick. What do I call you, darlin’?”
You give him your name, and while doing so, take him in—cream cowboy hat, light-wash slacks, clean white tank, brown belt, boots that have definitely seen mud.
“Pretty name for a pretty girl,” Remmick says, lips curling into that slow, confident smile.
You smile and blush—it’s been awhile since you’ve been complimented by a guy that's your type.
The bartender stepped up to take Remmick’s order.
“I’ll have what she’s havin’,” Remmick said, tipping his chin toward your drink. “And go on and get her a refill while you’re at it.”
The bartender nodded and moved down the bar.
You blinked, caught off guard by the way Remmick just… took care of that.
He noticed instantly. “What?” he teased. “I told you—I’m keepin’ you company till your friend shows. Figure we might as well wait with some drinks in our hands.”
“You’re smooth,” you laughed, finishing the last of your drink. “You tell that to every girl sitting alone?”
No,” Remmick drawled, leaning in just close enough to make your breath stutter. “Only the ones wearin’ denim shorts and orderin’ whiskey and Coke.”
Your laugh slipped out just as the bartender returned, setting two fresh drinks in front of you.
“So,” you said, taking yours, “what brings you out here tonight, Remmick?”
He took a slow sip, tongue catching a stray drop at the corner of his mouth—deliberately, because he knew you were watching. “Just lookin’ for a good time, sugar,” he said, voice warm and sinful. “And looks like I found it.”
Before you could react, his hand settled lightly on your thigh—confident, easy—and he nodded toward the center of the room.
“What d’you say? Wanna give that bull a go?”
You barked out a laugh, full and unrestrained. “Yeah, I don’t think so, cowboy. I’m not that drunk.”
“Y’scared or what?” He teased.
“I hope you’re not challenging me Remmick, because I don’t lose.” You faced him, breath inching closer to his face with every word.
“And if I am challengin’ ya, what are you gonna do about it darlin’?” Remmick purred dangerously close in your ear.
You glared and smirked at him. You downed your drink in three gulps, snatched the hat on top of his head and sauntered to mechanical bull—feeling all eyes in you.
The man operating the bull smelled of cigarettes and axe body spray, “Are ya sure you can handle the bull?”
“Yes sir.” You asserted confidently.
“Alright, go on ahead.”
You entered the bouncy encagement— stumbling thanks to the alcohol and the unsteady ground. Pushing onto the bull, a small crowd formed to watch you, Remmick included. His eyes locked on yours as he fiddled with a toothpick between his teeth.
You put his hat on and held onto the bull with two arms.
“Are ya ready?!” The man shouted.
You responded with a thumbs up and smile. The bull immediately started sawing back and forth. You swayed your body to level yourself. It started at a slow and steady pace— you felt comfortable enough to raise one hand and you started hearing cheers. Just when you were feeling confident— the bull started jerking aggressively, it did a complete one eighty trying to knock you off.
You held on with both hands again as the bull started to lean forward exposing your ass in the air. Then the bull started to shake. Leaving your ass to shake in front of everyone including Remmick. You quickly lifted one hand on top of your head so the hat didn’t fly off. The operator let the crowd roar for a bit longer before returning you back to upright position.
The bull then started bucking back and forth, your body mimicking the motions. Remmick’s gaze never left you once. He studied how your body grinded against the bull and he felt himself getting hard.
Rock hard.
He watched you like the whole bar had gone quiet, like the only thing worthy of his attention was the way you held on and kept riding. His eyes dragged over every shift of your body, slow and deliberate, heat simmering behind that lazy half-smirk.
The bull did one last harsh one eighty spin, knocking you to the plush floor. You laughed— stumbling to get up. Remmick rushed over to help you.
“Great job, sugar. You sure did prove me wrong.” Remmick flattered you, extending an arm.
You took it, smiling, “Why thank you.”
“With a ride like that you must be thirsty, let me get you another drink.”
The realization that your friend most likely bailed on you set in, so you agreed, “I’d like that.”
After what seemed like hours of drinking and conversing with Remmick— the two of you were drunk. Remmick couldn't help but whisper the things he wants to do with you.
“C’mon darlin’, let’s get outta here.” Remmick husked in your ear, tracing lazy circles on the inner part of your thigh.
You didn’t say anything for a beat. And Remmick knew what you were doing— playing hard to get. He didn’t mind, he wanted you to make him wait, so when you finally let him, he can indulge in you harder.
“Alright,” You finally spoke, softly, “where are we going?”
Remmick immediately took your arm and led you outside to an empty barn.
“A-are we allowed in here?”
“No, but no one's gonna walk in.” Remmick affirmed closing the two large barn doors.
Before you could respond, Remmick closed in on you— kissing you, anyway but gently.
“Careful, cowboy.” You rasped, trying your hardest not to stutter.
“Same goes for you, sweetheart.” He muttered in between kisses. He spotted a crate and carried you oh so effortlessly to place you on top of it.
Remmick sank to his knees; then he fumbled with your belt. He shoved your shorts along with your panties down to your ankles.
“Try your best to keep quiet.”
“Wait Remmick wha-” You were quickly cut off by his tongue diving into your pussy. The flick of his tongue was ruthless. You gripped his shoulders while letting your head fall back.
“Rem- Remmick..” You whimpered, you didn’t know if it was the effects of the four whiskey and cokes you drank prior or just his tongue making you stupid.
“I know I know, darlin’,” Remmick slurped, his voice muffled in between your legs, “Imma give it to you good, you just gotta be patient for me baby.”
He moved his mouth to your clit, placed a kiss then started to suck. He then added a finger and curled it in your wetness.
“God, you’re drippin’ for me, so wet and so sweet” He cooed, adding another finger. Remmick watched with complete admiration the way your face twisted in a moan every time he angled his finger just right. Or how your hips buckled against his face.
“C’mon, say it back sugar, tell me how wet and sweet you are.” He murmured against you.
You blushed at the request, but still followed through, “I’m s-so— fuck— wet and, and—ngh— s-sweet.”
Remmick chuckled at you, “Such a good listener, good girl.” He continued to suck at your clit.
You started to paw at his face, seeing stars and feeling that white-hot pressure deep in your stomach. “I-I… Rem- stop.” You managed to moan out.
“Can’t even talk, can ya? My tongues just that fuckin’ good, ain’t it?” He rhetorically asked.
Nodding your head, you started to buck your hips harder around Remmick’s face— twisting your fingers in his hair.
He glanced up at you, moving his thumb to rub messy circles on your clit, then he stopped. He took his fingers out leaving your pussy wet, empty, and puffy.
“Remmick…” You whined, trying to grind back on his face.
“Calm down baby, I’m just so jealous of that damn bull. This cowboy needs a ride too y’know.” He nodded, mouth still dripping with your slick.
You nodded, a slow smirk pulling at your lips as he pulled you in for another kiss. Remmick eased back onto a flattened haystack, guiding you with him until you were straddling his hips. The two of you sank into each other—kissing hungrily, breaths panting, every touch more urgent than the last.
Remmick peeled off his shirt then yours and bra. He eagerly cupped your breasts while licking your nipple softly, earning a soft moan from your lips. He muttered something about seeing your tits bounce, and you unbuckled his belt and stripped off his jeans.
His cock sprang free—precum already leaving out. Remmick started to stroke himself while you lifted yourself above his cock. You lifted your hips and sank into him, slowly, and you both moaned in unison.
“S-shit, you’re squeezin’ me good, s-sugar.” Remmick groaned under you.
You have your hands on his chest, grinding yourself. You could feel him deep in your cervix and you knew that he wasn’t all the way in yet.
“Don’t be shy, get up and ride cowgirl.” Remmick purred, slapping the side of your ass. He watched in amazement as you obeyed instantly—lifting yourself up and slamming back down. “T-that’s it—fuck.” Remmick hissed, taking off his cowboy hat and placing it on top of your head.
“Look at ya, a real fuckin’ c-cowgirl.”
Remmick’s cock stretched you out in a delicious agony. With each bounce, you felt him deeper and deeper. You felt each and every one of the veins on his cock— it started to drive you insane.
“Y-you feel so— shit— good..” You whined, feeling euphoric.
Remmick started to buck his hips up into you as a response. The pleasure was addictive. You couldn’t even think straight anymore. All your thoughts, interrupted by the feeling you got when he hit the sensitive spot deep inside.
Before you could even register it— you squirted hard on Remmick’s cock. Your juices completely spilling all over, making a mess.
“Fuckin’ messy girl. Cowgirl got too fucked out on my cock, yeah?” Remmick teased as he continued to rut into you like a dog in heat.
You bit your lip and shut your eyes in a mix of pleasure and embarrassment, “Re-Remmy, baby I-I — ngh— can’t.”
He ignored you, planted one firm hand on your hip and the other grinding his thumb on your still puffy clit.
“I-I’m gettin’ close darlin’.” Remmick rasped, his hair sticking to his temples.
You whimpered and mewled as you felt that close white-hot pressure in your stomach for the third time tonight.
Remmick hissed your name as he pounded into you, releasing his hot release deep inside of you. You followed, cumming onto his cock, still twitching side of you.
Letting your weight sink onto him, you finally let yourself rest, exhaustion washing over you.
“You did so good, sugar.” Remmick praised you in your ear.
“Now let me get you cleaned up before someone walks in.”
a/n: yayyy, i finally posted after forever!! sorry about that guys and thank you for ur patience 💚 i appreciate u guys so much!! im finally writing about someone other than Cook lol. i hope you guys enjoy this Remmick fic bc there's more to come💚!!!