I like my guys a little bit older
RDR1 John Marston x f!reader
Warnings: age gap, a little spanking ;), dirty talk, and just smuuuuuuuutttttttt
Enjoy! :3
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The year was 1911, you were a young 20 something that was sweet and pretty. Real pretty. You were up to date on the trending ladies fashion, tied dainty lace ribbons into your hair. And you had eyes for none other than John Marston.
The man was big and rugged through and through. He was older, nearing his 40ies with a chip on his shoulder and half a mind to stay away from you. Little seductress that you were with your long lashes, rosy cheeks, and pretty pink lips.
But he didn’t.
And here he was.
Laid out on a hotel bed with you stark naked on top of him, kissing a trail down his chest and to his stomach. Your kisses felt like heaven and hell all at once. Heaven because you were soft, partly innocent, and you mumbled the sweetest of things to him. It was hell because John felt dirty, you were 16-17 years younger, and fuck if you didn’t make him feel like a 20 year old kid again.
He groaned long and low when you took his cock into your fist, slowly pumping him. “Ffffuck, sweetheart.” John took a breath in, eyes half lidded and watching as you smiled, lips now kissing mere inches away from where you were pumping him nice and steady.
With a satisfied sigh, he let his head fall back. One hand wrapped in your hair, gently tugging, his other arm was thrown lazily over his face. John knew you deserved better, a man closer to your age with more vigor and less of a past. Hell, he was half a drunk with a wife that left him years ago with their son that hardly talks to him. And a daughter that has since passed.
But by god you were glorious and you only wanted him. You were very adamant on it, stern with those pretty eyes of yours looking up at him while you poked your finger into his chest as you went off about how you didn’t care about the looks you’d get, what your parents (especially your daddy) would have to say, and how much older he was.
He was perfect. For you. You knew he’d provide in many ways, that he cared. That’s all you needed.
And fuck the way you were stroking his painfully erect cock, and now sucking on his tip… it made his eyes roll to the back of his head. When you abruptly pulled away, John almost whined at the loss. Instead he sharply inhaled, a hiss that just as quickly went away as it came when he watched you straddle him. His cock was in your hand, tip sliding through your wet folds before notching on your hole.
You eased the first few inches of him in, clenching around him. John sat up on his elbows, eyes lit up with a lust fueled fire. Then you sat, taking all of him to the hilt. You moaned aloud and shameless, grinning down at John as you did. You rolled your hips slow, John meeting you in the middle.
“Jesus Christ, girl.” John’s hands squeezed your hips, helping you hump against him. “Girl?” You feigned defensiveness, a playful look in your eyes. He chuckled, rumbling low in his throat. He half sat up, hooking a hand behind your neck and pulling you down to lay against his front.
“My lady,” he uttered against your lips before capturing them with his own. You moaned into his mouth as his hips picked up their speed. You sat back up, hands dragging down his chest only to rest there as you bounced on him.
“Mmmm,” you bit your lip. “Y’so good to me.” You hummed. “M’pussy’s made for your cock, huh?” You knew what you were doing when you reached up and brushed away the stray hairs that stuck to John’s forehead. You knew when that little smirk etched its way across your face. God you were so vulgar and by fucking god if John didn’t love it.
He slapped your ass, making you yelp and clench tightly around him. “Fuck yeah it is baby.” He grunted, cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. He planted his feet on the bed, gripping your hips. John drilled his hips upwards. Your boobs bounced with his vigor, wanton moans falling from your lips.
You stuttered, hands falling from his chest to grip the sheets on either side of his head. “Oh- fffu-,” your voice broke off as you let your forehead come down to rest against John’s sweaty chest. He tried watching your face before it went out of view, the way your mouth was open in an ‘o’ shape, how you had to force your eyes not to cross, to fight to keep them open.
The feeling of coarse hair rubbing against your clit made you whine as you sat back up. Your expression was dazed, you gave John a fucked out grin. He followed your eyes downwards to where he was fucking up into you. “Y’split me open so well, John.” You leaned forward and purred to him, finger tip dancing along his jaw. He twitched inside you, groaning, biting his lip to hold back from coming right on the spot.
Your hips rolled with his, bellies gliding over one another’s with ease. “You fuckin’-“ a breathless chuckle escaped him, “y’fuckin’ take it all so good, sweetheart.” His big hand slapped the side of your ass.
“Y’ur perfect for me.” You whispered, lips against his jaw and working downwards to his neck. John let his eyes flutter shut, a throaty moan leaving him. His hands kneaded your ass, gripping and helping you bounce on him.
You withdrew from him, John huffing from the loss of your lips. Your hands white knuckled the sheets, nipples grazing just the right way against his chest. “Oooh fuck,” you whined, your fluttering hole clenching tightly around him. “Y’ur gonna make me fucking come.” You panted, rolling your hips to match his speed.
“God,” John couldn’t help but chuckle. “You are so fucking filthy.” He grinned up at you. With your fucked out expression you mirrored him, smiling down at him as you rose and sat back on his cock. His tip was battering against your g-spot. Over and over and over. “You love it.” You gasped, eyes starting to cross.
John couldn’t get enough of you. Your eyes started to flutter shut as down right erotic moans fell from your lips. He reached up, firmly grasping your jaw to keep your focus on him. “Don’t close those eyes, sweetheart. Keep em open.” His other hand slapped your ass.
There was no witty comment back this time, the pressure in your lower belly already too much to bear. John’s cock was so deep, filling you so well that you could hardly stand it. “John..” you grunted, your hand slapping against his shoulder before clamping down on it. Your finger nails digging into the skin, but he didn’t mind one bit.
A choked back cry came from you, mixed in with a desperate whine. “Come for me, sweetheart.” John’s thrusts came quicker, more frantic with your impending release. “Let go, baby.” He breathed, both hands tightly holding onto your hips as he fucked up into you.
The coil snapped with a loud cry from you. Your walls constricted and fluttered around John’s painfully erect cock. “Ooh yeah,” a hand came up to caress your back. “That’s it, my girl. That’s it.” He held you, cock still pistoning in and out of you. His balls grew tight, his thrusts going sloppy.
You sat up just enough to kiss his mouth. “Don’t you dare come in me, John Marston.” Your tired voice said before you laid your head back down on his chest. He nodded frantically, knowing he was about to burst. You shifted your hips up when you felt him lift them, his cock slipping out and ropes of come falling against his thigh and your ass.
He moaned like it was punched straight from his chest, eyes screwing shut while tipping his head back. “Fuck…” he breathed into the sex scented air. You hummed, running your finger tips along a scar by his collar bone.
As he caught his breath, you shifted upwards on his body. Laying your head next to his while still splayed out on top of him. You watched as he turned his head to face you, opening his eyes slowly. His hand rubbed along your side, a content smile on his scarred face.
“We have a date tonight.” You told him quietly, fingers running over the scars on his face. “Do we?” He grinned, pushing his head forward to kiss your lips. “Mhm.” You hummed against his mouth. “With my parents.” You bit your lip, feeling John tense under you, his hand stopped caressing your side.
“Sweetheart,” he huffed, running his other hand down his face. “All you gotta do his meet my daddy,” you started, sitting up and straddling his lower belly, your warm cunt pressed right against it. “I don’t care if he says you can marry me or not because I know you’ll do it either way.”
Your words made him grin, laughing softly because he knew it was true. You giggled and leaned back over him, capturing his lips with your own. You took his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling it as you sat back again. “You want me to marry you, huh?” He exhaled in thought, eyes going down to the pretty mess between your legs.
“Mhmmm…” you sensually hummed, pressing your boobs together as you placed your hands on his chest. You leaned over him again, slow as you could to whisper in his ear. “Then you can come in me as many times as you want.”
