𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐡𝐢𝐦 (𝐧𝐨, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧) — 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧
ʚɞ pairing: older bf!cordell walker x fem!reader ۶ৎ warnings: age gap relationship (nothing illegal) & sexual content. 18+ only! ✦ word count: 657
he wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you.
you were so young and naive, all bambi-eyed and blushing cheeks. he was older than you by damn near two decades. but then you waltzed into his office in that skirt that left just enough to the imagination, and those lacy white knee socks that stopped mid-thigh and made him want to put a bullet in anyone who couldn’t look away fast enough.
you had a pretty pink ribbon in your hair and smiled up at him through thick, long, mascara-coated lashes. and just like that, he was gone—slipping into some foolish daydream where you were his pretty little babydoll, and he, your rugged cowboy. somewhat his southern (and a little twisted) version of a knight in shining armor.
god, you were beautiful. but you were also twenty-one, still in college, working part time at the ranger division office just to make a little extra money. some nights, you stayed later than necessary—filing paperwork and sorting case files. and for a grown-ass man with a family and accomplishments of his own, he found himself stammering around you like some schoolboy. pathetic, really.
and when you were finally his, he felt like the luckiest man in the world.
his pretty baby.
that’s what he loved to call you. his girl. you were so damn sweet, so endearing, it made him want to kill himself when you so much as looked at another man like that.
oh, he was crazy about you. he adored you. you had him wrapped around your finger with just a flick of your hair, a giggle, or a touch to his arm.
if you asked him to hold someone at gunpoint for you, he’d do it without a second thought. that’s how down bad he was, and you were just as madly in love with that dangerous, dangerous man.
it especially drove him wild when you let everyone knew who you belonged to. when you’d drop by while he was working and his other ranger pals were in the room.
“cordi, baby,” you’d purr, skipping into his office to drop off his lunch, while everyone else stared at you with gobsmacked looks and dumbstruck eyes. “havin’ a good day?”
“am now that you’re here, baby girl,” he’d chuckle, grinning like he knew he’d won in life. he’d wind an arm around your waist and say, “give me a kiss before you go?”
the thing about cordell was that he was a man, not some boy pretending to know what he was doing. he didn’t have the easiest past, and he still had scars that haunted him in fever dreams.
but he treated you like a woman, and he loved you like one too.
“you don’t need some boy tryin’ to prove himself. you don’t need half-assed flirting and dumb lines.”
one night in particular stood out to you. you laid naked in his bed after he fucked you rough and kissed you breathless, his blanket draped over your form, just barely covering your breasts while his head rested on your stomach. your fingers threaded through the strands of his dark hair, catching glimpses of the greying streaks that reminded you of how much wiser he was beyond your years.
you remembered what he whispered, his breath hotly fanning over your ear as his cock deliciously rammed into you.
“you need a man who knows what you like,” he murmured, “knows how to read that pretty face of yours. knows exactly how to touch you to make your knees weak.”
a cry slipped from your lips at a thrust that had your nails dragging down his back. his hand twisted and snaked between your thighs, making slow, circular motions on your sensitive clit, already sucked and licked raw just before he claimed the grand prize of fucking your tight little hole.
and he knew better than anyone else in this world that the only man for you was him.
notes: daddy— NOW WHO SAID THAT. must’ve been the wind
i’ve only watched one episode of the show so far so please do not hate me for any inaccuracies.
update: my flight back to my city got delayed and im so cranky i miss jacking off in my bed man
