in which a city girl!y/n meets cowboy!jean and wants to take him for a ride.
warnings : not proofread, quick smut, lame ahh flirting, mentions of cunnilingus, cowgirl position, filthy mouths, kinda no plot, nutting fast (?)(fem), creampie, unprotected sex, and sexy jean ofc
in short terms: summer means being outside.
girls night outs, liquor, grinding on a random stranger, and gossiping about the next.
not… whatever this is.
"lola. it's so hot." you complain quietly again, frown prominent on your face as you fanned yourself with a weak hand.
here you were, in the countryside just because your mother insisted you go see your grandmother sometime soon.
not only did she insist, she booked your fucking ticket for you.
"i know it is dearest. would you like the fan?" she asks sweetly, leaning back on her rocking chair.
you turn your head, staring longingly at the fan that was propped up in front of her.
you bought it for her for christmas one year, had it set up on the porch just to help her to avoid those god awful heat strokes.
"no. you need it more than i do right now." you dismiss, closing your eyes and exhaling.
not only was there no good music, or nearby clubs (or nearby anything honestly), you were out here with the old people.
old men who haven't been pleased with their wives for the longest fucking time.
old women who nag at you because they're jealous of your low jeans and shirts that fit like bras.
it was the worst.
"mrs. l/n, delivery." a slight gruff voice calls out in that country accent that is kinda growing on you.
you peek an eye open and woah. okay maybe you spoke too soon.
dingy blue jeans, tight white tee around biceps you'd love to squeeze, and a stupid cowboy hat to top it off.
the face, to die for.
a man around your age or somewhere older.
"oh, jean boy aren't you just the sweetest." your grandmother compliments him, folding her hands.
he chuckled softly and nodded at her, placing the basket on the table beside you.
“fresh strawberries, grapes, raspberries, and more.” he informs, opening it to show your grandmother.
she coos at the fruit in excitement, holding her hand out to the taller man with a smile.
“thank you bunches, dear. this is my granddaughter. she’ll be staying with me for a bit.” she introduces, kissing his cheek.
you smile sweetly at him, still fanning yourself.
“nice to meet you. I’m jean, if you need any help let me know.” and he starts checking you out, holding his hand to you.
you place your hand in his own, expecting him to shake it firmly.
instead, he kisses the back of it like you were some sort of princess.
and it honestly turned you on a lot more than it probably should’ve.
“hi jean, i’m y/n. do you happen to have any mangos?” you ask softly, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip.
he glances back over at his house, before chuckling and nodding.
“we sure do. i’ll bring some when they’re ripe so don’t leave me out here hangin.” he winks, before waving goodbye.
you watch him walk away, before rolling back into your original position.
now you had to come up with some type of plan.
-
“y/n! could you come here?!” your grandmother called from downstairs, shaking you awake.
you were laying in your bed, enjoying the cool blow of your ac as you drifted in and out of sleep.
a groan passes your lips as you throw your legs off the bed and make your way downstairs.
you bring yourself to the kitchen, where your grandmother is wrapping the same basket jean brought over a couple days ago.
"would you be a dear and bring these to the kirsteins?" she questions, though you know its more a order than a question.
you groan anyway, tilting your head back and staring at the ceiling.
"it's way hotter than before lola. seriously?" you take up the basket anyway, holding it with care.
she smiles sheepishly at you, wiping down the counters with some sort of homemade cleaning spray.
it didn't smell terribly of chemicals, so you couldn't really complain about it.
"y/n it's just across the street. there's nothing to complain about." she shoots back, despite the smile on her face.
you perk your head up, turning back over to her with wide eyes.
"..like jean across the street?" you question quickly, heart beating faster by the second.
"yes dear. jean's house. i'm repaying ms. kirstein for the fruit." she laughs at your reaction, pausing in her cleaning.
you surpress the silly sounding squeal and clear your throat, placing the basket back down on the counter.
you didn't even have to come up with some lame excuse just to see that disgustingly fine man again!
"well hold on. let me make sure i got my phone." you make up an excuse, running back up the stairs.
if you were going to see him, you had to look your hottest.
you took down your long boho locs from the bun it was in, touched up on your lashes, and put on a outfit that showed enough skin.
not just for him, but because it's genuinely hot as fuck outside.
and according to your grandmother, it wasn't even a heatwave.
not that heat stopped you from having fun anyway.
so you saunter your ass onto their porch with the basket in hand, hair flowing and lip gloss popping.
"anyone home?" you call out, knocking on the kirsteins' door with a small smile.
the basket hung off your left arm, using your right to knock again a bit harder.
when you don't hear a response, you huff and step off the porch.
your feet bring you along the back of the house, where you see the garden that the fruits probably came from.
it was beautiful, and organized well with signs and little hand drawn (but perfect) pictures.
you don't think you seen anything like it.
a grunt shakes you out of your thoughts, forcing you to snap your head at the sound.
there goes the man of the hour, reaching up and feeling on what seems to be a mango.
and this time, he was shirtless and glistening in sweat.
"hey neighbor." you call softly, tilting your head with a soft smile to admire him better.
jean cocks his head in your direction, before chuckling and dusting his hands off.
"and what's a perfect lil lady like you doing outside in this heat?" he questions, approaching you slowly.
he's definitely taller than you expected now that you're standing in front of him, but who cares?
that's a tree you're willing to climb.
"bringing a hard-working man like you some muffins." you flirt back, unconciously checking him out again.
jean lets out a real laugh this time, one that makes you excited.
"well ain't that funny? was just grabbin ya mangoes." he informs you, pointing behind him.
you look in that direction, seeing a small basket with what seems to be four ripe mangoes.
"they do say great minds think alike." you smile at him, using your free hand to fan yourself.
jean notices immediately, taking the basket from your hand and jerking his head toward the house.
"come in. it's too hot out here for you." he invites you softly, before turning to grab the bowl of mangoes.
so you follow him inside, making sure to switch your hips as you walk in front of him.
you know, just to give him a little show. no harm done, right?
he opens the door and holds it for you, watching you take a step inside.
as soon as you step in, you sigh at the feeling of the cold breeze that drifted from further inside.
you pull off your shoes and he follows suit, sliding the two pairs over to the side.
"how long you stayin for, little miss?" jean questions, grabbing a towel of the rack and ushering you further into the home.
"leaving sometime around the end of this week, or the beginning of next." you wipe your hands, letting him guide you to the kitchen.
the home isn't as big as your grandmother's is, but it's definitely loved and lived in.
you notice the cowboy hat hanging on the side, making you lick your lips and rest your back against the counter.
"aw cmon, that's not nearly long enough." he fake complains, turning on the faucet and washing his hands under the warm water.
"long enough for what?" you question with a small tilt of the head.
a chuckle rumbles out from jean's throat as he dries his hands.
"long enough for me to know you, sweet girl. i seen those eyes you been giving me." his voice grows lower as he closes the distance between the both of you.
your heart pounds in your throat, making you lick your lips and run a hand up and down his chest.
"well, my mother did tell me to be upfront about what i want." you nod to yourself, letting a nail run across his chest.
"your mama's a smart lady." "is she now?" "of course."
you giggle at that, pressing your palm flat against his toned stomach to push him backwards until he stopped at the wall.
"careful now cowboy. you wouldn't want to start with me." you joke, taking the time to feel him up.
"yeah? or what?" jean asks, finally testing the waters like you wanted him to.
you take up the hat from beside him, and put it on your own head with a flirtatious smile.
"i might have to rough you up." you mock his accent, tilting the hat like you're some cliche sheriff in a movie.
jean rests completely against the wall, pulling you closer to him by the waist until your bodies were touching.
"careful sweetheart. y'know what they say.." he trails off, leaning down to be at level with your ear.
"wear the hat, ride the cowboy."
-
from there, he brought you up to his room which was surprisingly clean.
you didn't get time to look around, as jean wasted no time in stripping you from your top up.
leaving the cowboy hat on.
he shoved you down on the large behind, kneeling in front of you and got to work immediately.
kissing, sucking, licking, all the work just to make sure you were ready to take all of him.
even going as far as to make you nut at least one time before pulling his own pants down to show you what you were working with.
and girl.
while you weren't expecting anything small, you defintely weren't expecting anyone that fucking big.
he definitely was a bit over 8 inches, curved slightly to the left with a nice fat head you knew would kiss your g-spot right.
so now here you were, in the strong mans lap, trying to take all of him into your pussy.
"jean!" you gasp shakily at the new pressure in your gut, pressing a hand to his chest.
"cmon sweet girl. you know you can take me all the way." he grunts, trying to force your hips down.
a moan passes your lips without meaning to, thighs already shaking.
"you're too deep in this position." you complain between whines, looking down at him.
jean licks his lips, pressing a thumb to your clit and rubbing in figure 8's to make your head spin.
"all the way baby." he reminds softly, pulling you down slowly.
it doesn't take much but a drawn out moan and the drop of your head for him to push all the way in.
"stop stop- jean!" you grab at his hand immediately when the pressure in your belly grew.
"cummin so soon? thought you were gonna rough me up?" he teases, grinning up at you.
a shudder crawls up your spine, the arch in your back growing by the second as your orgasm runs through you.
"cum on me baby. give it t'me." jean groans at the now tight fit, bucking his hips slowly into you.
his tip swabs at your cervix in the best way, making you jump up from your spot each time.
he slows his pace after a while, sitting up to let you rest against him.
you feel his strong hand rub your back in slow circles, kissing along the length of your neck.
you pull back from him, licking your lips.
"what? y'want some more?" jean teases you for the umpteenth, and it has a stupidly cocky laugh behind it.
"you know i do, cowboy." you shoot back, shifting on your knees to get comfortable.
before he can say something else, you lift your hips and slam back down in his lap.
the both of you let out a fairly loud sound of pleasure together, and you finally see the furrow of his brow.
god, he was so sexy like this.
you repeat the motions, finding your rhythm shortly after.
the claps from your skin slapping against each other ricocheted off the walls, and if you listened closer you could hear how wet you were for this man.
"there she is~ atta girl." he groans in your ear, hands forcing you to ground your hips into him meaner.
"feel s'good!" you whine against his lips, rolling your hips into him harder.
jean moans in agreement, slapping the fat of your ass harshly.
a yelp leaves your mouth, but you don't dare to slow down when you see that look in his eyes.
"ride your cowboy baby. make'em give you that nut." jean encourages, now bucking your hips up to combat your movements.
you wrap your arms around him tighter, a loud moan leaving your mouth when he slams into your cervix.
jean groans, and you feel thick ropes of cum filling you up in a way you never thought it would.
his large hands grab at your waist, forcing you to still as he emptied himself inside of you.
the two of you sit there for a bit longer, basking in the afterglow of your shared orgasms.
your phone rings, making the two of you turn to look at it over on the dresser next to your clothes.
jean steadies you in his lap, before standing to his full height with you in his arms.
he picks it up and hands it to you, patting your ass.
your grandmother.
you answer immediately, cursing quietly under your breath.
"hello?" you answer hesitantly, trying to regulate your breathing.
"y/n? where are you, i'm gonna start on dinner soon." your grandmother asks worriedly, and you hear her shuffling around the kitchen.
you glance out his window, adjusting yourself in jean's arms.
"uhm.. still at the kirsteins. learning how to ride a horse." you glance at jean, cracking a small smile.
your grandmother lets out a small laugh, and you know she bought it.
"i knew it'd happen sooner or later. that jean is a good teacher, listen well. don't be in too late." she informs softly, before hanging up.
you sigh, looking back at jean with a slight exhausted smile.
he looks back with a bigger grin, laughing at your little lie that, well.
if you look at him properly it wasn't too much of a lie.
"move your hands back beautiful." armin whispers in your ear.
he's so close behind you, hands holding your hips as he thrusts into you relentlessly.
you were in your bathroom at your parents house.
the idea was for armin to come over and tutor you, help you so you could pass calculus.
not for him to be fucking you in secret while your parents were downstairs preparing dinner.
"s'too noisy. they're gonna hear." you whine out to him, turning to look him in the eye.
he rolls his eyes, forcing your hand off his own and tossing it in front of you lazily.
"then be quiet." he stills his hips, burying himself deep inside of you.
you gasp immediately, moan getting caught in your throat as you try to pull away from him.
armin watches you struggle, his cock twitching as you clawed at his stomach and tried to step forward.
but with every step you took, armin followed until you were pressed up against the wall.
"minnie please!" you cried out, tears building along your lash line as you desperately tried to run from the weight of his cock against your cervix.
he just licks his lips, watching you tremble and relishing in the burn from your scratches.
he reels his hips back and slams back in, watching you melt and jerk forward from the force.
armin watches in awe as your ass bounces right off him with every thrusts, the urge to spank you growing.
"you're just so pretty like this, (𝜗ৎ). could fuck you forever." armin moans into your ear, wrapping his hands around you to grab a handful of your breasts.
you yelp at the feeling of your bra being forced down your body, the knot in your stomach tightening even more.
he hisses when you squeeze around him tighter, looking down to see you rubbing fast circles into your clit.
he takes it as a sign to fuck you harder, his fat tip smooching your cervix each time.
before you could moan loudly, armin smashes his lips against yours.
he swallows all your moans, making out with you messily as he fucks you through your orgasm.
suddenly, he pulls out and drops his head into your neck, stroking himself quickly.
his cum paints your brown thighs as he bites hard into your shoulder.
when he pulls away to catch his breath, you turn around to face him.
eren got you fucked all the way up, and what better way to piss him off than entertaining niggas?
warnings : cursing (use of n-word), crybaby!reader (kinda), underage drinking (they're all 19-20), smut, dacryphilia kink, squirting, toxicity(?) slight cunnilingus, pussy slapping, just nasty ok??
not proofread
you were pissed.
over the passed few weeks, eren rubbed you the wrong way.
on one of the nights he stayed over, you ended up seeing a text come through from some girl he was speaking to before you.
of course, you lost it on his ass. calling him a bunch of names, shoving him around your room, and tossing his shit at him.
once he hit you with that 'i'm not even your boyfriend, you're tweaking,' you kicked him out for good.
now, you genuinely liked eren and actually wanted to be with him, so of course his absence hurt like a motherfucker.
up until you got that message.
your best friend, blessyn, sent a zoomed in screenshot from historia's story.
you had seen it earlier, the post being a picture of her and her girlfriend in a mirror at some party.
but zoomed in? eren was boo'ed up in the background with some bitch you couldn't recognize.
your heart ached seeing that, and you wanted to scream, and cry, and hurt someone. everything under the sun.
but like he said, he's not your man and he can do whatever he wants.
so you took the flexy rods out your hair, did your makeup, put on cheetah halter top you just ordered with your skimpest skirt and heels that hurt too good to walk in, and decided to show your ass at hitch's party.
"mickey look, she in the back just hot." blessyn joked lightly with mikasa from the passenger seat.
you look up at the rearview mirror, seeing the two of them take a quick glance at you.
mikasa, of course, was the driver to the party. however you knew she got too turnt at parties so blessyn would probably be the one driving you all back.
"don't even say nothin. leave me alone." you stopped them once they shared a look, mean mugging them.
they giggled, minding their business.
it doesn't take long to get to hitch's house, pulling into the empty driveway.
the loud music poured from the cracks of the house, already making you excited.
hopefully there was some fine ass nigga willing to entertain your tomfoolery for the night.
when you get in, its a party full of people bumping and grinding to the music.
"birthday shots in the kitchen!" you hear connie yell on the mic, making everyone cheer.
"girl we gotta go!" blessyn yelled, sticking her tongue out and dragging the two of you in there.
you were able to make it to the kitchen before the crowd of people could crush the three of you.
hitch was sitting on the counter with historia, mini don julio bottles in their hands with a smile.
"oh my god you made it! hi!" historia squeals loudly, jumping down from where she was and hugging you tightly.
you squeeze her back, rocking her side to side with a smile.
"onyankopon was asking for you, here! he's over by the dining room." historia informed you, handing you four bottles.
blessyn looped her arm around yours, cheesing like the fucking cheshire cat you knew her to be.
"tryna put me on to mr sexy tonight?" she asked, following you over to the dining room.
you kissed your teeth, tugging her along once you see onyankopon stand up from his seat.
"oh shit. look who came out her lil hidey hole." he teases, holding his arms out to you.
you roll your eyes at him, hugging him back regardless.
"whatchu doing out here sully? not past your bed time?" onyankopon asks, fixing your curls for you.
you knew onyankopon since fifth grade, and ended up being the best of friends since.
"fuck you yanni. i'm looking for the hoes." you joked, handing him one of the bottles from your hand.
he mean mugged you almost immediately, shoving you sideways.
one thing about him? he hated hearing you try to get on niggas, always saying you like 'actin grown' whenever you did.
as if the two of you weren't the same age.
blessyn nudged you immediately, looking between you and onyankopon.
"yanni, blessyn. blessyn, onyankopon." you quickly introduced them, stepping out the way with a eye roll.
he shakes her hand, taking her outfit in while she does the same.
while they occupied themselves, you scooted into onyankopon's seat and popped open your own bottle.
"yo, you drinking the other one?" a voice asks next to you, immediately catching your attention.
you recognize him as one of onyankopon's friends, but you never knew his name.
but whenever you had dinner at onyankopon's, you'd hear him yelling 'raga' over the headset.
he was fine wine. long locs in a low bun, goatee, perfectly round lips, and eyes that yelled 'fuck me' in your face.
maybe you could play around a little bit.
"nah, it's yours if you want it." you winked, holding the bottle out to him.
he licked his lips as he took it from your hands, opening it and drinking from the bottle slowly.
"you got a name, pretty?" he asked, leaning forward so you could hear him over the music.
you nod, biting your lip as your name slips from your mouth.
he nods, repeating it after you as if to test it.
"i know you're raga." you giggle, taking a quick look up and down.
"mm.. how you know about me?" he asks flirtatiously, making you squeal internally.
"with a face like that, how could I not?" you shoot back, tilting your head teasingly.
oh you know you got him on lock by the way he nods his head and stares down your shirt.
now isn't the time to let him know you were the infamous little sister onyankopon talks about.
your phone buzzes, making you finally look away and look down at it.
connie : come get another bottle princess!!
connie : in the kitchen, mickey left you one
you look back up at raga, who seemed to be reading the messages with you.
red flag, but you'll let him slide with the eyes he's giving you.
"leaving so soon? i was starting to have fun." he asks, faking a frown.
you giggle, tucking a hair behind your ear. "i'll be back. maybe we could share the next one." you whisper in his ear.
you stood up from your seat and tugged down your skirt, sliding between people to get to the kitchen.
a hand grabs you, making you turn around and mug the person.
eren.
his hair was down, and all he had on was a wife beater.
"nigga get the fuck off of me." you curse immediately, trying to shove him away.
"stop playing with me. who you was sitting with?" eren glared you down, grabbing both your wrists.
you stopped, looking in the direction you just came from.
how long had he been watching you talk to raga, and why didn't you see him?
"you not my nigga right? it's not your fucking business." you threw his words back in his face.
you manage to get one of your hands free, shoving him back as hard as you could.
"ba-" "uh uh! fuck you nigga! you so fucking weird!" you cut him off, looking at him like he was crazy.
eren exhaled, before snatching you up and dragging you outside.
"you wanna argue? come argue then baby."
that's how you ended up in the predicament you were in now.
straddling eren's lap in his drivers seat while he laid back, looking up at you.
"talk, (𝜗ৎ). tell me what's wrong." he said softly, and you know what he's doing when he holds your waist.
what the fuck happened to standing on business?
you heart stuttered the longer you stared down at him.
he was wearing the cuban link you got him for his birthday the year before, with his muscles prominent in his shirt.
"you so fucking weird." you shook your head in disbelief, staring into his emerald eyes.
"mhm. and how am i weird baby?" he asks you, licking his lips as he waited patiently.
you took too long to reply, making him squeeze your hip in warning.
your lip trembled, all emotions you felt before leaving your house coming back to haunt you.
"y-you keep playing with me nigga." you whisper, chest rising and falling quicker than before.
eren knew you were the biggest crybaby, and knew how to get you to confess what you were feeling.
"tellin me i'm not your girl, nd you not my man but- but sleepin in my house. in my bed nigga." you sniffle, blinking your tears away.
he nods, moving your hair out of your face.
"gettin me food, buyin me shit. takin me to class. then you at parties with- with all kinds of bitches! textin all kinds of bitches!" you finally sob, fist coming down to slam right into his chest.
he doesn't budge though, just grunts from the impact and massages your hip.
"who was i at a party with (𝜗ৎ)?" eren asks you, sitting up just a little.
you sniffle, opening up your phone and bypassing all the messages from your best friends.
you showed him the picture, wiping under your eyes.
when eren looked at it, he looked over to the side and burst into laughter.
you felt more tears stream down your face, and your fist collides right with his cheek.
"fuck you nigga." you sob, tired of yelling. you immediately pull open the door to get away from him.
he grabs you up almost immediately, pulling the door back in harshly and looking up at you.
"you cryin and acting like this cuz of connie's sister? the grown one with a fiance and a daughter?" eren asked, cupping your chin so you'd look at him.
you sniffle, looking down at your phone again.
"that don't explain your ex." you bring up, letting him wipe your eyes.
"like i said before. don't know, don't fuckin care. was gonna block her before you started tweakin." eren whispered, getting closer to you.
nothing in your mind could tell you this was a misunderstanding, but the alcohol in your body doesn't care.
"y'so mean." you whimper, shaking your head.
"i know, rennie's just so mean to his baby. how could you forgive me?" he whispers into your skin, rubbing his hands up and down your butt.
he starts kissing up the valley of your breast, looking up at you with those godforsaken eyes.
"..take me home."
-
"oooooh fuck! waiiitttughh!" you cried out, holding onto the pillow under your head.
eren pounded into you ruthlessly from behind, watching your ass ripple against him.
"take it baby. s'all you gotta do." eren grunted, pushing his hand into your lower back to deepen your arch.
you don't know what you expected honestly.
did you think he was just gonna take you home and leave you here by yourself? nah.
not after he had you sitting on his thick boner the entire time you were in the car.
you knew eren got off on that pouting shit, and it's even worse when you cried in front of him.
a sob ripped from your throat as he sped his hips up, thrusting upwards to get to that spot that makes you swoon.
your orgasm ripped through your body unexpectedly, hands reaching back to grab onto the man working you through it.
"give me that shit baby. cum for me." eren groans in your ear, hunching over you to hold you closer.
his hips slowed its brutal pace to a halt, letting you catch your breath.
he pulled out slowly, watching your hole quiver at the feeling.
you slump onto the bed with a quiet hum, feeling him rub up and down on your butt.
"turn over, m'not done." he demanded softly, tapping your hip.
you whine, rolling onto your back as you stare up at him.
"don't think i can take anymore." you shake your head once he spreads your legs.
eren just ignores you, pressing a few soft kisses to your sticky clit.
"look at her. just begging for me." he says just under his breath, wrapping his lips around the bud.
he pushes the hood back with his thumb and sucks softly, making your back arch off the bed and into his mouth.
eren moans at your reaction, letting your clit go and licking up around your gapping hole.
he buries his face in it, obnoxious wet noises leaving from where his mouth and your cunt was connected.
you buck your hips into him, letting him wrap his arms around your thighs to limit your movement.
eren pulls away to breathe, pushing your hips down as he sits up and stares down at you.
he pulls your lower half closer to him, slapping his tip against your clit to watch you jolt.
when he pushes his cock back into you again, you can't help but whine at the pressure.
"i knowww baby. m'just apologizing." he moans into your ear, pushing your knees into your chest.
eren takes your hands from either side of you, wrapping them around the back of your knees.
the first thrust knocks the wind out you, one of your hands shooting out by default to stop him.
"put it the fuck back." eren demands lowly, slapping your hand away from him.
you whine and listen to him, toes curling at his brutal pace returning instantly.
somehow, it was worse than it was before.
he pounds into you like he hates you, eyes never leaving where the two of you connect.
the bedframe creaked under the weight of his thrusts, making you feel like you'd fall in any second.
"you love me baby? tell me you love me." eren grunts, rubbing your pearl in fast circles.
you tilt your head back into the sheets, biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning too loud.
"asked you a fucking question, (𝜗ৎ)." eren slapped your thigh, jolting you back into reality.
"love you~ love you so much!" you moan sweetly, tears slipping from your eyes once more.
a sound you don't recognize leaves your throat when his palm increased it's pace on your poor clit, lurching forward.
eren's eyes catch your face when the sound leaves you, eyes hazy and stomach hot with pleasure.
you cum harder than ever before, squirting all over his stomach and the sheets under you.
eren groaned, bulbous tip smooching your cervix while he dumped his cum into you.
the two of you lay there after a while, catching your breaths while he caressed you softly.
"you still mad at me?" eren mutters in your ear, kissing along your jaw.
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