RJ Firefly x Fem! Reader.
So I had this written out yesterday, but my Internet was so slow that it didn't post. Luckily I had saved it in my drafts😅
Warnings: SMUT (obv), alcohol, cigarettes, foul language, use of terms like: cunt, pussy, tits, etc. And the use of she/they pronouns.
Everyone in the firefly family had their thing.
Otis had his weird-ass art.
Mama flirted with any man she saw.
Baby had her... Well... Baby's just Baby.
But RJ? RJ worked on cars. That was his thing and he loved it. Being alone, drinking beer, and tinkering with the cars the family had stolen from their victims over the years. It was his little piece of heaven...
And it only got better when Y/N joined the family. Instead of finding her own thing like Baby and Mama, she opted to stick with RJ. It wasn't that she liked fixing cars, she just liked that RJ was the least insane of the family. In fact he was probably the most normal person in the house... If you looked past the quiet nature and the fact that he was nearly 7 foot tall.
RJ actually came to enjoy having her around. At first he tried to teach her the different parts of a car, how to check the fluids, and how to repair minor things. However, as time went on they just kind of did their own things. RJ would drink his beer and work on cars while Y/N would sip her beer and just sit there watching him.
And goddamn was it hot to watch.
RJ tended to work in either a tank top or a plaid shirt with the sleeves ripped off, either shirt showed off his muscles perfectly.
On one particularly hot day Rufus wasn't wearing a shirt at all, instead using it for a sweat rag while he worked on his tow truck. Y/N was sat on the hood of another car in a tank top and really short denim shorts (courtesy of Baby and a pair of scissors.)
She was drinking water instead of beer this time since it was so goddamn hot out. She was snapped out of her thoughts by Rufus calling her name.
"Y/N, come gimme a hand."
She nodded and hopped off the car she'd been sitting on and walked over. He pointed at something and grumbled out a "Hold that for me." Which she obliged, immediately moving to hold the thing in place.
Rufus moved to finish working on what he'd been working on, but now he was pressed directly up against her back. She could feel his hips pressed up against the small of her back- Wait... Is he hard?!
He had his boner pressed against her back... Did he think she couldn't feel it? Or maybe he wanted her to feel it? The specifics didn't matter. What mattered was she felt his hard on pressed against her back and just the thought was sending a bolt of heat right to her core.
When she shifted a little to get a better grip on what she was holding she may have accidentally moved against him a bit too much because his hands went still, his muscles tensed up, and his breathing got shaky.
"Stay put. Can't work when ya movin'..."
His voice was gruffer than usual...
"Ain't my fault you get off on fixin' cars." Y/N shot back.
That took Rufus off guard.
"What the fuck did you say?" He asked, almost as if he wasn't sure if you'd actually said that or he'd just hallucinated it.
"You heard me..." Y/N mumbled, suddenly realizing what she'd said.
Before she knew what was happening he'd pulled her away from the truck and slammed the hood closed before picking her up and sitting her on the now closed hood in one swift motion. He looked at her looking a little concerned but mostly in disbelief.
"You think I get off of fixin' cars?"
"Well if ya don't then why do you have w full fuckin' boner while you're workin'?" Y/N asked bluntly, taking Rufus off guard. He quickly recovered and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you're right, I definitely get off on workin' on cars, I get a raging boner every time I see an engine block. It definitely ain't 'cause there's a damn beautiful girl sittin' on the hood of one of my cars watchin' me work like I'm a cheap stripper in a shitty strip club." Re responded, sarcasm dripping from every word.
"Aw, RJ... You think I'm pretty?" Y/N teased with a playful grin which made Rufus chuckle. "Not just pretty, Darlin'... Goddamn beautiful like a damn goddess."
Y/N's cheeks flushed pink as she tried to brush him off. "You're just sayin' that cuz you're tryin' to make me feel good."
Rufus chuckled softly and moved so he was standing between her legs. "That what you think, huh? That I'm just tryin' to give ya an ego? We'll, Darlin', I don't say things like that when they ain't true."
Y/N felt the heat in her core intensify. She wondered if using some of Baby's advice would work in this situation, so she decided to try. She looked at him through half lidded eyes and began to flirt like Baby does. "So that Hard on is for me, huh? All 'cause I'm watchin' you work?"
She could visibly see RJ shudder when those words left her mouth. "Darlin'... It ain't nice to play with a man's heart like that..." He mumbled, his voice strained.
"Who said I was playin'? Maybe I find you just as handsome as you find me pretty?" She purred, running a hand up his bare chest.
That was it. That did him in.
He pulled her into a kiss. It started gentle, but quickly became heated when she tangled her fingers in his hair.
It all happened in a blur. One second they were making out, the next he had her laid back in the hood of his tow truck, with her shorts and panties stuffed into his back pocket. He wasted no time burying his face between her legs, lapping at her already dripping cunt like a thirsty dog. He kept his hands on her thighs, holding them open so he could continue assaulting her clit with his tongue. She was already squirming under him, his tongue already driving her towards an orgasm. She reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair, tugging him closer as she moaned, unable to get a word out.
He picked up the pace, changing tactics every so often, but still focusing on her clit. His efforts paid off, bringing her to a shaking orgasm as a moan of sheer bliss escaped her. He lapped up her juices while mumbling out rough praises, his hands gently rubbing her thighs.
He gave her a minute to come down from the high before he kissed her again. "Fuck you taste so fuckin' sweet..." He grumbled in between kisses.
"Do you want me to return the favor?" She asked with a smile, her cheeks now flushed a darker shade of pink.
He just shook his head in response. "Not today, Darlin'."
So they went back to making out and while they kissed, she slid her hands down his chest and stomach towards his belt. She struggled a bit with the belt, but with a little help from Rufus the belt and his pants were undone, allowing him to slide his pants and boxers down. His pants went down first, then his boxers... As his boxers slid down his cock sprang free.
She went to start stroking him while they kissed, but was met with quite the surprise.
It was average length, but Christ was it thick!
He let out a low moan as she started slowly stroking him. "Darlin'... You sure you want this?" He asked, clearly worried that she was just doing this for him.
She nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure... I wanna feel you."
That seemed to be all the confirmation he needed. He moved her to the edge of the hood and lined himself up at her entrance.
He slowly started to push in, taking his time so she could adjust. His cock was already stretching her out and he wasn't even half way in yet, but fuck it felt so good. She let out small moans as he inched in deeper.
"Relax, Darlin'." She grumbled softly as he peppered little kisses across her face. "Just breathe."
Once he was all the way in he stayed still, waiting for her to tell him when it was okay to move. He gently rubbed her thighs and hips while he waited for her to adjust to his size.
After a minute of adjusting she gave him the okay to move. He started out with slowly pulling all the way out, then slowly pushing all the way back in. He did this a few times before actually starting to thrust into her at a slow even pace.
With a little encouragement she got him to pick up the pace. This faster pace sent more waves of pleasure through her, eliciting more moans.
Those moans only served as more encouragement for Rufus, his pace picking up more as he shifted his angle a bit. That little shift angled him perfectly to hit her G-spot with every hard thrust, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
"Fuck! Rufus! Oh god, right there!" She moaned as she tried desperately to keep it together for a bit longer, but his dick felt too damn good. "Yes! God, Yes! Fuck, Rufus! Fuck me harder! YES!" A few more rough hits to her G-spot and she'd reached another orgasm, her eyes rolling back, her legs trembling, her mind going blank. The only noises that came from her were moans of overstimulation.
Her orgasm was enough to send him into overdrive, her walls tightening around his cock felt like heaven. He started letting out his own gruff, growl like moans as he desperately pounded into her tight cunt, his fingers digging into her hips. "Haaah... Fuck... You feel so... Fuckin' good, Darlin'..."
His thrusts started to get sloppy and more desperate as he got closer and closer to finishing. "Nnngh... I'm close, Darlin'... So... Fuckin'..." But he couldn't finish before a deep, gutteral moan rumbled from his chest as he pulled her all the way down to the base of his cock. "Fuuuuck... Good girl..."
She felt a warm sensation filling her core, but she didn't care.
After a while he pulled out, still panting heavily. "You alright, Darlin'?" He asked, now worried he might've been too rough.
Y/N stood up, her legs still shaking, and turned to face him with a soft, reassuring smile. "I'm fine."
Rufus smiled and kissed the top of her head before handing her back her shorts and panties. "Might wanna put em back on, wouldn't want Otis to see ya like that."
From that point on she was his, no one ever talked about it, but everyone understood.
Shiiiiit I know it was long, but it's been a while since I've written anything. I hope you like it!
