Can I get "Don't be shy now, sit on my face" with the cowboy himself, Mr. Tyler Owens?
BESTIE. The scream I scrumpt. Thanks to @a-reader-and-a-writer for the mechanical bull idea. This is long because I am incapable of responding to a request in 100 words apparently.
Pairing: Tyler Owens x F!Reader Word Count: 569 Warnings: Explicit sexual content, 18+ only. Oral (female receiving) and face sitting. Please comment or reblog if you enjoyed this and want to see more. Or scream at me in my inbox. That always makes my day.
"And this is supposed to help me ride the mechanical bull how exactly?" you question with your knees planted on either side of Tyler's chest.
"Just trust me, sweetheart."
“That's not an answer," you tell him archly.
He tilts his head back to look up at you. "Have I ever steered you wrong?"
"No...I'm just a bit nervous,” you admit.
He gazes steadily at you, and the way he rubs his hands up and down your thighs is both soothing and reassuring. "Well, you know what I like to say....you don't face your fears, you ride them."
“Not a goddamn thing.”