Wait omg can you write trans!male reader x cassidy smut, apologies i dont have any specifics theres just not a lot of that love ur writing
Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy
Pairing: Cole Cassidy x Trans!Male Reader
Warning(s): NSFW/18+ content under the cut
Warning(s): Bottom reader, face sitting/face riding, eating out, vaginal sex, vaginal terms such as clit, pussy, etc are used throughout, not beta read. never beta read
Word Count: 2197
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i know the title is basic. im awful with coming up with titles </3. also suprise !!! im not dead. sorry for disappearing again. it will happen again
Cassidy tensed as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, relaxing when you’d muttered his name against him. The bar you’d gone out to was getting crowded and you were starting to get uncomfortable at some of the looks people had been giving you. One too many drinks and self-control goes out the window with some people.
“Somethin’ up, darlin’?” Cassidy asks. You shake your head, nudging your nose into his neck for a moment.
“Jus’ wanted to come see you a moment,” you answer as you eye his glass of whiskey. “And steal your drink,” you add, snatching his glass before he could push it out of your reach.
Cassidy scowls as you hand him the empty glass. You offer him a smile before taking his hat off his head. He reaches to take it back from you, missing as you step away from him and place the accessory on your head. “I’ll meet you outside in an hour, cowboy,” you tease, patting his arm as you step back into the crowd.
True to your word, you were outside in an hour. You leaned against the wall of the bar, a cigar in your mouth as you chatted with another bar patron. His hat remained perched on your head and Cassidy couldn’t think of a time you’d looked any hotter than you did then.
Smoke billowed from your mouth as you spoke. The top buttons of your button up had been popped open, exposing your chest- including a lovely set of hickeys Cassidy had given you a couple nights prior- to the cool evening air. The hat, his hat, was angled down, obstructing the top half of your face.
Cassidy watched you rummage through your pockets before you pulled out the pack of matches you keep on you. He always found it amusing that you lit your cigars with matches. You handed the pack to the patron who lit up a cigarette. He decided to walk up to you then, leaning against the wall next to you.
At this proximity, he could see your eyes had been trained on him, a mischievous look in your eyes as you stood up straight. “Need something, cowboy?” You ask, offering him your cigar.
“You with that guy?” The patron asks and Cassidy can’t hold back his smile as you roll your eyes. He takes your cigar with a curt nod as you turn to answer the person.
“Sure am,” you answer, taking your matches back when offered. You can’t make out what the person says after before they’re walking off to bother someone else. “Fucker wouldn’t leave me alone,” you mutter, taking your cigar back before putting it out.
“So you weren’t talkin’ to ‘em to make me jealous?” Cassidy teases. You scoff and grab the collar of his shirt to pull him closer to you.
“I would never,” you grin, ghosting your lips over his. He can smell the remnants of your cigar on your breath and he knows you can practically taste the whiskey he’d been drinking. “You want me to?”
It was Cassidy’s turn to scoff, pressing his lips against yours. His hands find your waist and he’s pushing you back into the wall behind you as he trades a few kisses with you. “Home?” He asks as he pulls back.
“Unless you wanna bang in a motel, yeah.”
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The moment the door closed behind you, Cassidy was on you. His hands finished unbuttoning your shirt and pushing it off of your torso kicking. It hits the ground and he kicks it away for later cleanup. You push your chest into his hands as he traces the scars just under your pecs. He always does when he gets your shirt off.
He hums affectionately and he leans in to kiss you again, tilting his head so he doesn’t bump his forehead against his hat that you’re still wearing. Thumbs brush over your nipples and you groan into his mouth.
Tongues meet and saliva is swapped and before long things have moved into the bedroom and you’re both naked. You straddle Cassidy’s hips, your thighs on either side of his hips.
You run a hand down your body, stopping at your naval as you look down at him. He can’t get over the dark look in your eyes, a stark contrast to your sickly sweet smile you’re giving him.
“Want a taste?”
“Course I do, darlin’.” Cassidy nods eagerly, his hands already reaching for your thighs as you move up to hover just above his face. He urges you down, wasting no time in getting his tongue sliding through your folds, his lips around your engorged clit.
Fingernails dig into your thighs and you know they’re going to leave marks by the time he’s done. The contrast between his real arm and metal one just adds to the sensation of his lips on your pussy.
You roll your hips against his face, biting your lip to muffle the moan that bubbles in your throat. He eats you out like a man starved, lapping up anything and everything you give him. It sends jolts of pleasure straight up your spine.
Hand grip your ass, kneading the flesh there. His beard scratches against your inner thighs and it causes you to squeeze them together just a bit tighter. Cassidy groans under you, squeezing your ass tighter while his tongue flicks against the sensitive head of your clit.
One of your hands finds purchase in Cassidy’s hair, pulling his face impossibly closer to your pussy as you grind against his mouth. “Fuck Cassidy, you know how to eat a man out,” you groan out in praise.
Cassidy groans in response. You can hear his hips jerk against the bed and you can just tell he’s desperate for stimulation. You glance down at him and find him already looking up at you, eyes lidded and nose flared. It makes your heart skip a beat and you can feel your cheeks heat up.
He chuckles against your pussy, the vibrations against your clit making you tense up and forcing a moan out of your mouth. Cassidy’s tongue pushes against your hole and you tense as it pushes into you. “Cole!” You hiss as you tug on his hair.
He groans but his tongue returns to licking through your folds and circling your clit. The familiar coil of your orgasm tightens in your abdomen and a well timed suck to your cocklet sends you over the edge before you can even warn Cassidy. Your pussy spasms and you can hear the lewd sounds of him slurping up as much as he can. Greedy little thing he was.
The aftermath of your orgasmic high has you twitching on top of him in a blissed haze before Cassidy moves you off of his face. He lays you on your back next to him, crawling over you to kiss you as he reaches for the bedside table where you keep the lube.
You can taste yourself on his lips. You still haven’t figured out if you like it or not.
You vaguely register the sound of the cap to the lube opening and then there’s slicked fingers pressing against your entrance. The soft moan you produce is swallowed by his mouth as he pushes a single finger into you.
The kiss breaks as you let your head fall back against the pillow at the feeling. His fingers were nice and beefy- a stretch in of themselves but, they were a pleasant stretch. Cassidy begins to pump the finger in and out slowly, earning soft gasps from you in return.
He always takes his time stretching you open. A fact that you both love and hate at the same time. You love that he takes such good care of you. You hate the fact that sometimes you just want his cock in you as soon as humanly possible and he always insists on doing it properly.
A second finger joins the first, followed by a third that has you writhing under him. “Fuck, Cassidy, just- just give it to me already!” You groan in complaint.
“Impatient today, ain'tcha?” He teases in response, his lips teasing over yours while a fourth finger teases against your pussy. That fourth finger breaches and you curse Cassidy for teasing you further. The bastard.
It drives you wild, being so filled yet it still doesn’t feel like enough. “Cassidy, please,” you plead, voice cracking in desperation. “Just give me your cock already.”
It honestly looks like he’s going to continue teasing you, fucking you with his fingers. But it seems luck is on your side today and he finally removes his fingers.
You whine on instinct at the loss before you’re watching Cassidy roll a condom on. You shift into a more comfortable position, your head nice and comfy on the pillows and your thighs draped over both of Cassidy’s as you watch him apply lube to his dick. In the meantime, you run a couple fingers over the short length of your clit to keep yourself stimulated.
He lines up with your hole, the head of his cock presses against you as he grabs your wrist and pins it up next to your head. “Enough of that, pretty boy,” he rumbles, leaning down to capture your lips in another kiss.
Your pussy pushes back against Cassidy as he tries to push in. “Cmon, hun, you gotta relax f’me,” he mumbles against your lips.
You grumble in response- something about this is what he gets for teasing you. You feel him huff against your lips before his lips are trailing across your cheek to your jaw and then down your neck.
Cassidy nuzzles against your neck, his beard scratching pleasantly against your skin. A hum leaves your lips and your body slowly relaxes enough so Cassidy can press the head of his cock in. You immediately tense back up with the intrusion.
He was a monster down there, which was probably why he insisted on so much prep beforehand. Your wrist is finally free when Cassidy moves both his hands to rub over your thighs to help you relax.
It does the trick wonderfully. He sinks in inch by inch, pausing when you tense up to let you adjust until his hips are flush against yours. You both let out sighs of relief and share another kiss.
For a moment, you’re both still, simply trading quick, open mouthed kisses. He’s the one that gets impatient this time. “Cmon, darlin’..” he murmurs against your lips, his eagerness to start moving evident in the way his hands clench your thighs.
“Slow,” you respond. It was all he needed.
He pulls out slowly until just the head was left in and then, just as slowly, pushes back in. He’s rewarded with a moan from you.
It does start out slow, both of you moving in tandem as you just appreciate the closeness you have with the other. His balls press against your ass with every push in and there’s a quiet wet slurp as he moves.
But, desire calls. “Faster,” you say through a quiet moan. And Cassidy was happy to oblige.
He hooks a hand under one of your knees and pushes it up to your chest as he fucks into you. “Your pussy takes t’my cock well, doesn’t it, pretty boy?” He chuckles, looking down at the point where the two of you meet.
You moan in response, not trusting your voice to not break in the middle of your sentence. The sounds of his balls slapping against your ass and the quick slide of his cock into you fills the room alongside the combination of yours and Cassidy’s moans and groans.
Cassidy was never shy about his noises. Hell, he’d moan in your ear if you were in a position to do so. You’d even argue to say the guy was louder than you. Not that you were complaining. He sounded fucking wonderful.
Your back arches and your eyes roll into your head as he hits the spot that has you seeing stars. “Cole!” You gasp. He can feel you flutter around him and that, and with how you said his name, has his balls tightening.
His free hand finds your cocklet and he starts jerking off the short length in time with his thrusts. It has your hips twitching and your toes curling as your second orgasm of the night rolls over you.
You can feel Cassidy’s cock twitch inside of you as he pushes his hips flush against yours and fills the condom with his own release. A lovely groan leaves his lips as he does so.
A few moments go by that consist of both of you panting before Cassidy finally pulls out, leaving you cold and empty. He lets your leg back down and removes and pitches the condom. Then his lips are on your again, a nice, tender kiss that both of you can enjoy in your post-coital bliss.
“Love you, darlin’,” Cassidy says against your lips.
“Love you too, cowboy,” you respond with a small, tired smile.
“Bath?”
“You know better than to ask. Of course.”
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