vaquero(s)
pairing: jack abbot x f!reader x michael robinavitch
warnings: age gap, jack calls reader kid, cuckold, big dick robby, voyeurism, male masturbation, unprotected sex, oral (m), smut (18+)
summary: consequences of stealing a cowboy’s hat.
note: the remix of the song vaquero inspired this
gif by @/tomcriuse
“you got your hands full with that one, huh?”
the rodeo bar is loud, not because of the music. no, it’s the screams cheering you on.
jack scoffs at robby’s words, “you have no idea, brother.”
denim shorts that leave little left to imagine ride up your thighs with every roll of your hips.
one hand on the fake bull’s neck and the other swings the cowboy hat that jack stole in the air. your hand does little to keep you on the bull, instead your thighs do all the work.
cheers erupt from the crowd when they see your hips roll faster as the bull moves unpredictably.
in a weak attempt to make you fall, the bull spins. this time giving the men a look down your shirt.
despite the spinning, you manage to adjust yourself. with your upper body loose, you follow the bull’s manic movements.
placing the cowboy hat back on your head, you cheer along with the crowd. securing yourself thighs around the bull you throw your hands in the air with a bright smile.
the action causes your shirt to ride up, give both attendings, along with everyone else in the bar a glimpse of your lacy bra.
there’s an undying blush on robby’s cheeks when you unexpectedly fall forward when the bull tilts forward. only you’re not facing the crowd, curtesy of the worker controlling the bull, your ass is.
then a deep groan from jack when your ass shakes, a result of the frenzied bull.
two pairs of eyes feast on the new angel, one familiar with the view, the other thankful for the lights on you so he can see.
it’s subtle, but jack catches the way robby’s hand lands over his crotch as he excuses himself to the bathroom.
just a few seconds after he leaves the loud cheers turn into groans when you fall off the bull.
playfully bowing to your audience, you quickly rush to pull on your matching cowboy boots and walk to a very lonely jack.
“put on quite the show, kid.”
breathless, you ask, “where’s robby?”
your hands wrap around his neck and his hands fall to your waist before falling down to your ass. fingers slip into your back pockets before giving your ass a harsh squeeze. you giggle but quiet down when jack’s lips brush against your ear.
“after that little ride, he needed a restroom break.”
“no!”
jack only smirks at your gasp and shrugs as he sits down.
“can’t blame him,” he sighs, his eyes dropping to his crotch.
the crotch that sports the same erection robby left to take care of. your skin feels hot when you see jack widen his legs, an invitation to sit on his lap.
usually not one for pda, you walk to the man who sits on the weirdly place couch. your back to his chest, and ass on his cock you smile when you hear his next words.
“if you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.”
you laugh at his words turning to face him, “as if i wasn’t already going to, vaquero.”
a hand that was on your waist travels to your jaw and squeezes your cheeks which make your lips pucker. it’s degrading how he forces your head to turn to the view in front of you.
robby stands tall, with a blush on his cheeks.
“hat’s not mine, kid.”
robby’s hands are tucked over his belt buckle, foreshadowing what’s to come. sleeves of his flannel are rolled up that showcase his forearms.
“it’s mine.”
your neck strains when you turn to look at your boyfriend, jack, who’s sitting on a chair in the corner of your shared bedroom. you raise your eyebrows at him, a silent ‘are you sure?’ to which he nods.
jack smirks, “i’m just here to watch.”
mimicking your actions from earlier, your hips roll against robby’s crotch. your denim shorts are long gone and you’re only left with your black thong and robby’s cowboy hat.
“what’s that?” his eyes glued to where you grind against him, clearly distracted.
you only laugh, eyes finding jack’s, and only laugh harder when you see him shake his head.
your knees straddle robby’s denim-covered thighs and it isn’t long until you’re reaching for his belt buckle. the metal clinks when you throw it to the floor, joining the puddle of clothes on the ground.
hooking your fingers on his jeans, you tug the denim down to immediately find a dark patch of hair. with raised eyebrows you find robby hiding yet another blush. you tug until his cock slaps against his belly, twitching already.
“fuck,” is all you say when you take the base of robby’s cock in your hand.
with wide eyes, your other hand wraps around his cock. still, the tip of his cock peaks from your hold, leaking from your new attention.
“he’s huge, jack.”
jack’s eyes fall to your grip on his friend’s cock. from his angle he can see the way the head of robby’s cock stands just below your bellybutton.
“nothing you can’t handle, right kid?”
with a soft ‘uh huh’ you repeatedly drag the tip along your slit to collect some of your wetness and jolt every time he nudges your clit. lining robby’s cock with your entrance, you slowly sink down his cock, taking inch after inch.
robby stretches you wonderfully and jack watches it all.
overwhelmed by the way your pussy spasms around his cock robby’s hands leave your waist and cover his flushed face. a muffled groan fills the room when you envelop him fully, sitting on his cock til the dark hairs brush your clit.
“‘m so full.” the words are filthy when you let them out with a whine.
the doctor beneath you groans loudly, while the one in the corner drops his hand to his crotch, massaging his throbbing cock.
“come on robby, look at her.”
for a man that gives orders all day, he’s surprisingly good at following them.
the hands that covered his face fell to your hips, gripping it painfully tight. a puff of air unexpectedly leaves him when your eyes meet and your hips roll against his. steadily, you start a rhythm, nothing like the bull you rode earlier that night.
no, you’re careful.
more mindful of the fullness in your belly. a fullness that comes from riding your boyfriend’s closest friend and coworker.
your hands that balanced yourself on his hairy chest trailed down his shoulder then to his hands. guiding his hands to your breasts, you give him the confidence to touch you, despite jack’s reassurance the night before.
holding his hands to your tits, you silently beg for more. eyes closing from bliss when he finally gets the hint.
a soft moan of his name escapes your lips when robby’s thumbs at your hardened nipples. rolling your hips faster when he rolls the nubs between his fingers and gently tugs.
“put your mouth on her,” jack groans out.
before you know it, robby’s tongue licks your nipple, then the other. it’s wet when he wraps his mouth around one - like he wants it to be messy. pulling away from your nipple with a ‘pop’ he does the same to the other, all while you bounce on his cock.
“just like that.”
robby expects the words to come out of your mouth, but they come from your boyfriend.
your eyes find jack’s and you whine when you see him, unknowingly grinding yourself harder on robby’s cock.
you watch as the hand that’s wrapped around his wet cock slides up and down, matching your pace. with your eyes on him, he puts on a show.
rising the palm of his hand to his mouth and licking a wet stripe before wrapping around his cock. his eyes threaten to close when his thumbs swipes over the tip of his cock.
“jack-”
“don’t look at me, look at him.”
not strong enough to look away, robby’s hand grips your face and forces you to look at him, similar to the way jack did at the rodeo bar.
“eyes on me.”
you nod so fast the cowboy hat tilts forward.
eyes locked on robby’s, you work on chasing your orgasm. bouncing on his cock until your heart and lungs threaten to give out.
“robby, man, help her out.”
dizzy, you barely register the way robby plants his feet into the mattress and lifts his pelvis. it isn’t until he grips your hips and lifts you up and down his cock that you cry out his name.
with the new angel, his cock is even deeper, hitting that sweet spot - over and over.
“‘m gonna come.”
robby doesn’t stop.
your eyes fall shut so you don’t get to watch the three fingers that slip into his mouth. you have no clue those wet fingers reach between your thighs until they swipe side to side over your clit.
the combination of his cock buried deep inside you and him rubbing your clit has your head falling back, the cowboy hat following suit.
you can feel jack’s stare and it’s enough to make you come.
your nails dig into robby’s shoulders as you come on his cock. walls spasming around his cock have him groaning your name but jack is quick to shut it down.
“not inside.”
robby nods, holding off his orgasm as you use him to ride yours out.
when you’re satisfied, you slide off his cock and kneel on the bed so your mouth hovers over his cock.
with your knees at the edge of the bed, you arch your back and give jack the perfect view of your glistening pussy. almost immediately your ears pick up on his loud moan.
not wanting robby to wait any longer, you wrap your lips around his cock, your hands jerk the rest. with just a few strokes, he’s spilling into your mouth with a groan.
with robby’s cock still in your mouth, you hum in surprise when jack suddenly stands behind you.
you wiggle your hips, an invitation for anything. to which he chuckles at. a hand falls to your waist, while the other grips his cock and lines himself up with your entrance.
“it’s my turn, right, kid?”
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