𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: spice, semi public sex, bent over his vehicle, mentions of a firearm
𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕: Raylan has a particular way of letting you get off the hook.
𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: Raylan Givens x fem reader, italics are actions and thoughts
𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 1629
[ 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 ]
-𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕-
He bent you over the front of his Lincoln Town Car out in the middle of fucking nowhere; he had seen a small silver flash in your purse. He had asked you what it was, but you had argued with him about it, and of course that prompted him to pull the vehicle over in the middle of Tim Buck fucking Too and pull you out of the vehicle. He wouldn't have even bent you over the vehicle if you hadn't started to try to physically fight with him him. He placed the bag on the hood as well, and sure as shit, he found it: a small revolver.
"You know I'm going to have to take you in for this, Darlin? You're not supposed to have a firearm. The whole point of me being here is to keep you safe; you don't need a gun." He sucks his teeth with annoyance because he completely understands why you feel the need to have something to protect yourself but he's pent up so his irritation is coming out biting.
The two of you had been flirting and getting close to one another, but then, if you saw or sensed something, you would get scared and back off. Was he supposed to be thinking about fucking a witness? No. Art would have his ass for it, but you know, what they don't know won't kill them. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, confiscating the gun, of course. Raylan puts the revolver behind his back, tucked into his waistband.
"What are you going to do? Are you going to turn me in?" Your tone turns teasing, and your legs part slightly, getting a little bit more of a sight in that very short dress of yours that already had him wanting to crawl on all fours for you since you put it on this morning.
"You know you look pretty beautiful like this? All helpless." He takes his Stetson and places it on your head as some sorta act of dominance. Seeing the space between your legs widen, he takes a chance and pushes his knee up between yours, causing you to hum in content.
It had been months since either of you had been able to be apart from one another. You've seen him naked fresh out of the shower, and he heard you playing with yourself while you thought he was asleep, whispering, of all things, his name. "Rayyylan, yes...you're perfect, don't stop..." It took everything in him not to get up out of his bed and go over there and fuck you properly, make the dream a reality.
"You want to set some ground rules?"
"Uh huh..." You fought the need to push your hips back into his knee because this conversation was very important for your safety and his employment.
""If anything hurts or you don't like anything, you tell me immediately. You don't tell anyone about this between us; this isn't a game. It could cost you your safety, and it could cost me my job. If I get a phone call in the middle of this, you better stay fucking quiet. Not a single peep. I have to keep you safe from Boyd so that means you listen to me."
"I promise, Ray. I won't pull anything stupid, nothing public enough that could get us in trouble." You lifted your head off of the vehicle and saw everything how empty it is. For as far as your eyes can see there was no one, like you both owned it for just this brief time. He pushed his knee up further between your thighs, grinding his knee up against your pussy, which pulled another sound to leave your lips
"Oh she promises? Is that all it takes for you to promise, having my body on yours? Mmmm, Stay where you are bent over. No matter what, don't move." He unzips the back of your skirt, peeling it off you as he kisses your neck from behind. Raylan's fingers move down between you both, pressing up into the slickness of your barely there silk panties causing your hips to jerk a little. "Tsk, I told you not to move. So you have two options, we stop and get in the car and you play with yourself in the passenger with no help from me or you stay pressed against the hood and you beg me."
"P- please, Ray. God, I've been thinking and dreaming about you...when you go to sleep I finger myself to the thought of you fucking me. Please don't be cruel, Ray. I need this and so do you."
"You think of me? I bet your fingers can't even compare..." Raylan smacks your ass just enough to tinge it pink before he hold your hips steady in place as he undoes his belt and unzips himself just enough to get his cock out. Raylan knows youre right, you're both horny and needy and stressed. Sex would help you both.
"Stay where you are, I'm just gettin the condom on." He backs up a bit, moving his fingers that are still sticky with your slick over the condom packet, opening and rolling it over his achingly hard dick. He pulls the panties to the side of your pussy lips, seeing you all wet for him has him smirking that wide annoying shit eating grin. "We've barely done anything and you'd wetter than a monsoon rain storm." He nudges your lips open just slightly with the head of his cock.
"Shit, Fuck..."
"Mmmm...such a pretty woman with such a dirty mouth." He hums in content as he pushes in, bottoming out in your tight but very eager pussy. Raylan feels to milking at him already even though he hasn't done anything but push into you. He growls against your back, moving this is how off of your head so you can see you a little better, he was just he could tattoo this on his eyelids so he can see it every single time he blinks, your hands spread out against the front of his car bent over while you fucks you with his arms either side of you.
The car bounces just a little due to the suspension, youre already gasping cause why would he go easy on you? Your hands move up to the edge of the hood between the glass needing something to hold on to.
"Fuck, Raylan. Jesus Christ."
"I don't think Jesus has anything to do with this, Darlin." He says as the thick head of his cock hits you right exactly where you want it stifling any sort of smart ass come back you might have had. Raylan turns your head just a little, moving your hair out of your face so you can see your lips slightly parted as you moan against his vehicle, your breath slightly creating condensation.
"What was that? I don't believe I heard you the first time." He almost stops to give you the chance to answer but as soon as your lips move so you can answer he does it again slamming right back up inside you. Ray's being a cheeky asshole but it's his way of showing love as he pound into you, his hips pressing into your ass over and over creating a quiet slap.
A white heat is building inside of you and you move your hands from where they are to find his, whimpering and whining. Raylan laces his fingers with yours and he keeps up his speed and pace to allow you to cum for him to which you do with little issue, as does he. The both of you squeezing each other's hands as you reach your climax, he bends over you slightly more kissing the back of your neck as to both of you come down.
A single car flies by but all they would see is what looked like a cop bending someone over their vehicle, as if about to arrest them. He bit his lip and smiled but he realizes that he does need to get you back in the vehicle. "If you want I have a spare shirt and we can clean you up, but we got to do it in the car because that was a close call even if it was fun."
He pinches your ass before backing uo to readjust his jeans and your panties, grabbing the skirt and his hat off the hood. It takes a few minutes but he gets you back in the passenger side, helping clean you up. He digs in his suitcase grabbing out a blue button up and hands it to you as well as a pair of panties from yours. Raylan's efficient and it's clear he's done this before but he's very soft and very polite and patient about it.
"Let's keep driving before they figure out that we're gonna be late." He buckles you in and goes to exit to go over to the driver side but you pull them in for a soft brief kiss and he smiles yet again, deepening it before pulling away and putting that sets in right back on your head.
"I don't think I've come across anyone that looks so good in it, even if your face is extremely flushed." He smiles and closes your door before rounding the other side of the vehicle to get into the driver's side. Raylan starts to pull off back onto the highway, grabbing your hand and lacing your fingers to which you pull into your lap, dragging the nails of your free hand with his arm for the rest of the ride. Less pent up and more content.
Whoever shared my Shawn Hatosy and Timothy Olyphant fic master lists on tiktok, I hope your pillow is cold, your fridge is full, your meds hit right, your hair is glossy and you have all the best dreams
Allow me to be lewd on main, (I did hint at this kink at a fic I wrote a while back) but I just KNOW Mickey Altieri loves to be slapped around the face whilst you ride him stupid. Just think of all the snarky stuff he’d say;
“You think that hurt? God that’s cute”
“Ooh…are you mad? You angry? Good”
“That almost tickled”
“Hope you can take it just as good as you give it”
“Hope you’re keeping score for each slap”
“Your hands are so soft, try it again, maybe I’ll feel it this time”
