ride 'em cowgirl! — reiner braun
summary — you're reiner's pretty little wife who takes care of him after a long day
warning — nsfw!, cowboy!reiner, riding/cowgirl, reiner with a southern accent, afab reader, breastplay, petnames, cowboy hat (yes, it's own warning), stimulating reader's nipples, creampie
reiner sits slouched in the armchair, his cowboy hat tipped low over his eyes as his chest rises and falls steadily. his muscles ache from the long day of work, every part of him heavy with exhaustion. it’s been tough today—fixing fences, herding cattle—but all of that fades away when he hears the soft sound of your footsteps approaching.
you step into the living room, the gentle sway of your nightgown brushing your thighs as you take in the sight of him. his shirt is half-open, showing the tanned, muscled chest beneath, still damp from the sweat of his labor. something about him in this state—worn, rugged, and sprawled in that chair—stirs something inside you.
“honey” you call softly, your voice sweet and soothing. he doesn’t stir much, but a hand comes up, an invitation for you to come closer. his tiredness doesn’t matter when it’s you standing before him, looking so sweet and inviting.
“you tired?” you ask with a smile, your hands reaching out to take his, the roughness of his palms familiar against your skin. a deep hum rumbles in his chest as you straddle his lap, knees pressing into the cushion on either side of him. his broad hands settle naturally on your hips, a comfortable weight there as he tips his head back, eyes peeking out from under the brim of his hat. “long day” he mutters, the rasp of his voice making your stomach flip.
you coo, reaching for the buttons of his shirt and undoing a few more to expose his hard chest. the fabric loosens to reveal the tan skin and hard muscles underneath, still faintly glistening with sweat from his work. your fingers trace the lines of his muscles, feeling the tension there. “let me help you relax” you whisper, a smile playing on your lips as you trail your hand lower, moving to undo his belt.
his eyes darken as he watches you, the exhaustion from earlier starting to fade, replaced by his hunger for you– something that never fades. he doesn’t say a word as you unbuckle his belt and free him from his jeans, your hand wrapping around his length, already half-hard and growing under your touch.
you position yourself above him, his thick length lined up with your entrance. slowly, you begin to lower yourself onto him, feeling every inch of him as you sink down, your body stretching to accommodate his size. the feeling is intense, a slow burn that feels better with each passing moment. you gasp softly, your hands finding his shoulders as you brace yourself, your thighs trembling slightly as you take him in inch by inch.
reiner groans low in his throat, his head tipping back against the chair as you sink down on him, his grip on your waist tightening. "that's it, sweetheart" he mutters, his voice rough and breathless. his fingers digging into your hips as he lets you set the pace.
your breath hitches, a soft moan slipping from your lips as you finally sink all the way down, fully seated on his lap. the fullness is overwhelming, a deep, satisfying pressure that makes your head spin.
a deep, satisfied hum escapes his throat as he watches you settle on his lap, his lips parting slightly as he lets out a slow breath. "you feel so good, baby." he murmurs, voice low and gravelly.
you bite your lip, the praise making your heart race as you start to move, rolling your hips slowly to test the waters. his thick length fills you completely as you rock back and forth, your movements slow and deliberate, savoring the way he stretches you out. his eyes are locked on you as he watches you.
“goddamn” he mutters, his hands moving to your hips, guiding you to pick up the pace. “you’re so good to me, darlin’...”.
his voice sends a shiver down your spine, encouraging you to ride him harder, faster. his hands slip under the hem of your nightgown to grip your backside, his rough palms supporting your movements. his gaze is intense, eyes fixed on you as you bounce on him, the sight of you—so needy, so beautiful—fueling him.
your nightgown slips off your shoulders. reiner’s hands are quick to pull it down further, letting your breasts spill out. without hesitation, he leans forward, his lips meeting your chest as his warm mouth presses kisses along the curve of your skin. he moves lower and lower until his tongue swirls over one of your nipples, sending a shiver through your body. you sigh as his lips close around the sensitive bud, sucking gently.
your back arches instinctively, pushing your chest closer to him, hands digging into his broad shoulders. reiner hums lowly against your skin, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having on you as his other hand comes up to cup your other breast, his thumb rolling over your hardened nipple in perfect rhythm with the attention his mouth is giving the other.
after giving your breast the proper attention, his mouth moves to the other, his teeth grazing your nipple lightly before he soothes it with his tongue, making you whimper from the mixture of pleasure and pain. you shift in his lap, your hips grinding down on him as you feel the heat building deep in the pit of your stomach.
reiner reaches up, lifting his cowboy hat from his head, and with a lazy smile, he places it gently on yours. the sight of you, hair tousled, breasts bouncing, and his hat perched on your head, makes his chest swell with pride. “look at you” he coos, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “my pretty little wife… ridin’ me so well”. you tighten around him, praise going straight to your core. reiner’s hands are everywhere as you ride him harder—gripping your hips, cupping your breasts, sliding under your nightgown to feel your skin. every touch, every squeeze, drives you closer to the edge.
the room fills with the sound of your skin slapping against his. his grip tightens on your hips, his movements becoming more forceful as he thrusts up into you, meeting your pace.
reiner’s low groans mingle with your soft moans, and he leans forward, capturing your lips in a slow, passionate kiss as you ride him to the brink of release. you lose yourself in the rhythm, in the feel of his strong hands holding you steady and his length buried deep inside you.
“you’re so good to me” he growls, his voice thick with lust. “always takin’ me so well, aren’t you?”.
you can barely respond, too lost in the sensation of him filling you, the heat pooling low in your belly as you near your climax. his hands roam your body, squeezing your ass and kissing your skin, as you fall apart on top of him. your movements become frantic, desperate, as you chase your release. you’re close, so close, and reiner knows it. his hands grip you tighter, helping you ride him harder, faster, until the pleasure is overwhelming.
“come on, darlin’...” he coaxes, his voice a low rasp. “let go for me”.
with a final roll of your hips, your release crashes over you, leaving you trembling in reiner’s lap. your eyes squeeze shut as you cry out, your body tensing and shaking as the pleasure floods through you. reiner follows close behind, his hips jerking up into you as he groans, his release spilling inside you.
for a moment, the two of you stay like that—your body slumped against his, both of you breathless and spent. his arms wrap around you, pulling you close as he presses a kiss to your temple.
“always so damn good to me” he murmurs, voice soft now, his exhaustion finally catching up to him. you hum in response, the warmth of reiner's body beneath you. the gentle rise and fall of his chest soothes you until both of your breaths evens out.
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creds: @elryisia