Cowboy Like Me
Hello, it was time for another fic. I was listening to Taylor Swift and I wanted to write an angsty Daniel USGP series. It ended up a bit more goofy than angsty, but we'll see if I do another part. Please feel free to send me messages! Thank you to @haterpenny and @ggaslyp1 for the very kind encouragement and assistance.
Warnings: NSFW Content 18+ only, minors DNI. AFAB!Reader, some light bondage and hair pulling. Light oral, male receiving. If I forgot anything let me know!
Words: 2,973
It was a hot, humid night in Austin and you were spending it at a local bar, enjoying some live music. The bar was pretty lively, and you sat nursing a beer as your eyes surveyed the crowd. You noticed a man with tanned skin, sporting a cowboy hat and a big goofy smile, his head thrown back in laughter. He didn’t seem to notice your gaze, so you lingered there, appreciating his lean form, a smile spreading to your lips as you watched him absently sip at his beer as his head nodded along to the music. After a few minutes of shamelessly staring him down, you headed up to the bar to get yourself another drink. You glanced in his direction again, and this time he was waiting for you. Your cheeks burned and you muttered a quiet ‘shit’ under your breath.
You quickly turned the other way and tried to be casual, channeling your nerves into your hips; swaying slightly to the music when you felt a tap on your shoulder. There he was, the smiley guy in the Longhorns jersey and cowboy boots. Immediately, you thought you had him figured out, you had seen others like him before. Handsome- and aware of it- a bad decision just waiting to happen. Fortunately for him, you were just tipsy enough to make a bad decision. And then he spoke, your ears pricking up at his unmistakable Australian accent. Embarrassingly, he began by tipping the edge of his hat to you. “I thought maybe I could get you a drink.” Almost as if on cue, your beer was presented to you and you raised your brows playfully.
“I’m afraid this is my last drink of the night.” You informed him, raising the bottle slightly as if it were evidence.
“I’ll settle for a dance.” He offered, reaching his hand out towards you. His brown eyes twinkled at you and you looked him over once more before accepting his hand. The band had settled into a slower song and you didn’t mind. You ran your hands up over his arms and allowed yourself to enjoy the broadness of his shoulders before finally clasping them behind his neck. His hands settled on your waist, his grasp a little bit firmer than it needed to be, but you didn’t mind.
“I like your hat.” You said, leaning up a little so he could hear you over the music. He grinned.
“Thank you kindly.” His tone was joking like he was doing a bit but you weren’t in on it. He plucked it off his head and stuck it on yours, making you laugh. Without the hat, you could see a few dark curls, and you felt a smile creep across your cheeks. “Like what you see?” He teased, sliding one of his hands down to your hip. “You could say that.” You agreed, reveling in the full smile that crossed over his features. Slowly, he pulled you closer until your chest was almost pressed against his. All too soon, the song was coming to an end. You figured the group he had been with was probably missing him by now, so you assumed you would be parting ways.
When you broke apart you applauded the musicians before turning to face him again.
“Thanks for the dance, cowboy.” You handed him his hat, and he tossed you a wink as he returned it to its rightful spot.
As you turned away, he caught your hand. “Leaving so soon?” He asked, trying to make it sound like a joke but his eyes seemed sincere. “You going to give me a reason to stay?” You chuckle, flashing him a challenging look.
“How about that drink?” You gave in to those twinkling eyes and that playful smile and decided to hang around. It was a Friday night, and this handsome stranger had captured your attention. You grabbed a table and engaged in casual, flirty conversation while sipping your drinks. Finally, after telling him what was probably too much about yourself, you decided to segue the conversation back to him.
“So cowboy, what do you do?” He pursed his lips and seemed to consider for a moment before finally responding. “I drive.” You quirked your brow. “You drive?” You asked, clearly unfulfilled with his answer.
“Racing, I race.” You assumed he meant locally, racing was a fairly normal pastime in Austin, so you didn’t think the answer was too unusual. He stayed quiet for a moment, almost as if gauging your reaction. You chose not to push the subject farther, as what he did didn’t really matter to you. You were more interested in this moment, here and now. “My name is Daniel.” He tells you, his hand coming to settle on your knee. The contact is casual, but you still feel a wave of excitement wash over you. “Daniel.” You repeat, listening to the pleasant way it rolls off of your tongue.
“I like cowboy better.” You tell him, causing him to laugh as you raise the bottle to your lips.
“I can be your cowboy, darlin’,” Daniel replied in a terrible southern accent again tipping his hat and throwing in a wink for good measure. You couldn’t help but giggle, but you weren’t sure if it was out of pity or amusement. His laugh was loud and boisterous and you were glad to be in on the joke. He told you he was visiting Texas and he’d be around for a few weeks. You liked the idea of playing with the Australian dreamboat for a little bit. You took a moment to look at his lean but cut bicep, which flexed subtly as he raised his drink for another sip.
“Do you want to get out of here?” You suddenly ask, his eyes looking like stars as he nodded his agreement. He insisted on saddling up to the bar and settling your tab for you, doing some goofy line dance step on his way up. “An idiot.” You mumble to yourself, pulling your purse up onto your elbow and waiting for his return. He offered you his arm which you gladly accepted and started to lead him back to your apartment that was only a few blocks away. As you walk you notice a few eyes lingering on the two of you, but quickly dismiss it due to Daniel’s quirky attire, and the random comings and goings of his loud and largely terrible southern impression. Something about him made you feel lighter like you had known him for a long time. The banter that flowed between you was easy and quick and you felt like you were evenly matched. Before long, he was trying to prove to you that he knew how to two-step, but you’re laughing too hard to tell him that he’s absolutely doing it wrong. “I can’t believe this is working for me.” You finally say, hiding your face in your hands for a moment, trying desperately to regain your composure.
“Cowboy Dan,” You announce, halting suddenly and grabbing his hand to stop him in his tracks. “This here is the best barbecue joint in all of Texas.” You tell him in your best southern drawl, effectively putting his earlier impressions to shame. He raised his eyebrows looking genuinely impressed, but you were unsure about whether it is at the accent or the restaurant. He glanced up at the restaurant’s sign that proudly read ‘STUBB’S’.
“I’ll have to remember that.” He replied, nodding and giving your hand a little squeeze.
Before too long, you’re standing at your front door, fumbling through your purse in an attempt to find your keys. As you look you feel Daniel press himself against your back, one hand pushing your hair aside while the other settles on your waist, pulling you closer to him. He begins to pepper kisses below your ear and down your neck and to the top of your shoulder making it infinitely more difficult for you to focus on the task at hand. Suddenly, Daniel seems a lot less funny. You let out a light sigh as you finally get them into the lock and push the door open.
Once inside you tugged him in by the front of his jersey, eager to feel his lips against yours. He returned the passion, wrapping you in a tight embrace, pulling you into him by the small of your back. You dropped your purse absently and focused all of your attention on the man in front of you.
“I saw you the minute you walked into the bar. I wanted you right then.” He said hotly before pulling you into another searing kiss. You broke apart again and gripped at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. He looked at you ravenously and reached up to remove his hat, soon whipping the jersey off as well. You almost felt as though the wind had been knocked out of you. He was breathing hard, mostly with anticipation, you assumed. You felt tempted to pause for a moment and turn on some more lights so you could properly count each ab. You unbuttoned your pants and kicked them off, and Daniel went to follow suit. “Stop-” You told him, placing your hands over his. He knit his brow together in confusion, seeming slightly concerned like perhaps he’d overstepped. “Put the hat back on.” You ordered.
“Yeah?” He chuckled but obliged. You grabbed his hand and pulled him to your room. Immediately, you dropped to your knees and began to undo his pants and pulled them down his legs, revealing some more tattoos peeking out below his boxers, that make your breath hitch. You looked up at him through your lashes and stuck out your tongue, licking from the bottom of his flower tattoo to the edge of his boxers.
“Fuck,” Daniel groaned, and the sound went straight to your core. He grabbed your forearm and pulled you up, one hand on your neck, his lips desperately moving against yours. His hand ran over your bra strap to sort of ask for permission. You nodded against him and he made quick work of it, unclasping the back with suspicious efficiency. You slid the straps off your arms and tossed it carelessly behind you. Daniel dipped down almost immediately and took your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard enough to leave a mark for you to enjoy the next day. He gave your other breast equal attention before slowly moving to the valley between your breasts, and back to your throat. One particular spot, where your neck meets your shoulder, makes you gasp out and he takes notice. Then he bit down on it, and you full-on moaned. He soothed your skin with a gentle lick and a kiss before beginning to make his way back up your neck again, his hands busying themselves with handfuls of your ass. You bucked your hips up against him and elicited a hiss from him as you rubbed against his hard length.
“You like being tied up, Daniel?” You questioned him, your fingers skimming the elastic waistband of his boxers. He simply nodded at you, wordlessly understanding exactly what you wanted. You pulled the black boxers down his legs and let out a ‘fuck’ as his cock sprung free. “Where do you want me?” That is all he asked, holding back a groan, an eagerness to please clear in his voice. He’s so fucking game and it makes you that much more desperate for him. “Lay down, put your hands over your head.” You told him, and he did as he was told. With his arms outstretched over his head you’re taken aback by just how fucking gorgeous he is. You stole his hat once more and decided to wear it for him. You grabbed his belt from the foot of the bed and climbed over him, straddling his waist and leaning forward to secure his wrists through the rails of your headboard. You firstly moved to his lips, kissing him teasingly slowly. Then you moved to his neck, then his chest. You paused to suck on his nipple- as he did to you- before moving to suck and lick along his rib cage. Seeing him tied down, desperate and at your mercy is almost enough to get you off. You slipped off the bed to survey your work for a moment, admiring how fucked out he looked without you doing much of anything to him. “You fucking tease.” He groaned, again thrusting up and feeling no friction. You turned your backside to him and slipped your panties down your hips and your thighs, sure that Daniel was watching every step of the way. Normally, you’d feel a little silly, dressed only in a ridiculous hat, but he was looking at you like a starved man. You worked your way back up him, pausing to suck purple marks into the prominent V below both of his hips. You dipped down once more and licked from the base to the tip of his dick, pulling some whines from the back of his throat. You could hear him pulling against your makeshift restraint and that egged you on even more. You bobbed your head down, fully taking him into your mouth and sucking and licking like an absolute whore. His hips thrusted up and you could tell he’s beginning to lose his patience- but so are you. You steadied yourself with your hands on his chest and lined him up with your entrance. Slowly, you eased yourself down and allowed the two of you a moment to adjust to the sensation. He felt so good, stretching you in just the right way, making you feel deliciously full.
“Save a horse, ride a cowboy.” You whispered and began rolling your hips, quickly allowing yourself to settle into a quick but deep rhythm. “Jesus,” He groaned, throwing his head back further into the mattress, bringing a smile to your lips. You felt so powerful, getting this gorgeous man into a state of broken moans and choked sighs with each rough thrust. You could feel him doing his best to raise his hips to meet your movements and you wished you could feel his hands against you. For purely selfish reasons, you leaned forward and slipped the restraint off, unleashing the desperation that you had been trying to keep contained. Without hesitation, his hands flew to your ass and he assisted in your movements, bouncing you up and down on his cock. “I need more,” Daniel told you, his grip on your ass almost bruising.
“Then take it.” He leaned up and put an arm around your waist and smoothly flipped you over (cowboy hat lost in the mix), keeping his dick deep inside you the whole time. He set a bruising pace, fucking you into the mattress with abandon. You could feel yourself nearing your peak and the new position only heightened the sensation. He steadied himself with one arm over your head and used his free hand to move your hair out of your face before kissing you aggressively. His tongue fought yours for dominance, and you submitted to him. The tension in you was about to snap, your legs starting to quiver. You ran your fingers through his hair and wrapped your fingers in his curls and gave a sharp tug, eliciting a strangled ‘fuck’ from his lips. You pulled him back into you and he buries his face in your neck, kissing and sucking as he continues to fuck you. “You feel so fucking good.” You gasped out between each pump, wrapping your legs around his hips so he could go just a little bit deeper. “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum.” Daniel sounded truly strained, his hips faltering slightly as he tried to keep his pace up. “Let go,” His hand found yours and he intertwined your fingers as he reached his high. Feeling him moan out and swear under his breath against your neck is enough to push you over the edge.
“That’s it doll,” Dan told you breathily, kissing your neck and doing his best to keep his hips in motion to prolong your climax.
“Ah, fuck.” Daniel says, laughing slightly as you get a second to recover. You ran your hands over his smooth, muscled back as he laid on top of you, still sheathed inside of you. With one final kiss to your lips, he slowly pulled himself out and plopped down beside you.
“Damn,” You said simply, a grin falling over your features. Your eyes locked on his brown ones and you couldn’t help but reach out and run your finger across his stubbled cheek. “Damn indeed.” He agreed. You had half the mind to high-five him but somehow restrained yourself. The last thing you remember is looking at his tired smile and prominent nose before knocking out.
When you awaken, the space beside you is empty. You felt some disappointment course through you but did your best to shake it off. You knew it was a one-night kind of thing, but you couldn’t help but yearn for more of his touch or his blinding smile. Truth be told, after just one evening your attraction to him was too strong, and a clean break was likely for the best. You sat up and glanced around, your heart thumping extra hard when your eyes found his cowboy hat placed neatly at the foot of your bed. You glance downwards and see a litany of bruises over your hips and you’re worried about the state of your chest and neck. You rose and wandered to your vanity mirror and gasped as you saw yourself, deep purple marks scattered about. That would make it a bit more difficult to forget about Daniel.
Part Two: Gold Rush
