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sissylittlefeather · 3 months

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Come Back, Joe

A/N: The people demanded a smutty one-shot and a smutty one-shot they shall have. Now, this one is for the character Joe Lightcloud from Elvis's movie Stay Away Joe. The movie is not my favorite (at all), but Joe is sexy AF. And honestly, we're kind of kindred spirits in some ways. So, thus, a fic was born. It's a dirty, smutty little ride, lemme tell ya. I hope you all enjoy it!

OH, reader is Native, so just use your imagination if you're not.

Warnings: definitely 18+, minors DNI at all, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, and use of alcohol

Word count: ~4.5k

Unfamiliar with Joe? Here ya go:

"Joe's back!"

"What do you mean he's back?"

"He's back at Charlie's place! He's having a party tonight."

You try to hide your excitement that your best friend is back from wherever he was this time. He does this. He leaves and comes back. Every time he goes, you're worried it's the last time you'll see him, but he always seems to come back eventually.

"We better go get ready then." You walk around the counter of the diner you work at and take your apron off. Bonnie smiles, glad that you're leaving with her. Your boss yells at you from across the restaurant.

"Hey! I told you if you left again you'd be fired!" You turn around as you walk out and holler.

"Guess I'm fired then!" You turn back to Bonnie and both of you giggle as you make your way out of the diner. It's been months since you saw Joe last and he always throws the best parties.

******

You arrive at the party in the middle of a fight. This is not a surprise to you. There's always at least one fight at any good party. Still, you can't find Joe. Eventually, he comes back inside to break up the fight followed by a pretty girl adjusting her clothes. This is also not a surprise to you. And even though you wish it had been you to get to him first, you can't be mad. It's not like you've been a saint while he's been gone. In fact, you currently have the arm of your newest fling wrapped around your shoulders. You take another sip of your beer and wait for Joe to see you.

He finally catches a glimpse of you from across the room. His eyes run up your body from your boots to your low cut jeans and silver belt buckle, up to your pink and green plaid shirt tied up so that your belly button is showing, all the way to your hair in two long black braids.

"Well, I'll be damned." You hear him behind you before you feel him tug on your braid. You slip out from under the new guy's arm and turn to face him. He grabs both braids and pulls on them.

"What're these? Handlebars?" You push on his chest with both hands and then he grabs you and picks you up, spinning you around with your feet off the ground. He sets you down and steps back to look you. "Yep, still as good as I remember."

"Shut up, Joe, and give me a real kiss."

"You don't have to tell me twice, honey." He pulls you in and wraps his arms around you, leaning in to part your lips with his and slide his tongue into your mouth. The kiss is familiar and you both sink into it happily.

As you make out, your newest fling grabs Bonnie.

"Who's the guy?"

"That's Joe. It's not worth trying to fight him. You won't win. They belong together, but they seem to be the only people who don't know that."

"Hmm. You need a new drink?" Bonnie nods and they walk off together, leaving you and Joe to get reacquainted.

You spend the rest of the party together, drinking and dancing and doing all the things that you both love. At the end of the night, you tumble back to your car and slide into the backseat together. You both kick off your boots and he tears at your new shirt. A couple of buttons pop off and he pulls it off of you and then sends your bra flying into the front seat. His denim jacket and yellow button down are the next things to go and you press your skin against his. It doesn't take long for him to get both your and his jeans off as well, kissing down your body. You know where he's headed and you're not complaining. This is his favorite thing and he's so skilled, you'll let him do it as often as he wants. He situates himself between your thighs and drags his tongue up your slit to land on the sensitive spot at the top. He moves his tongue over and around your clit before grunting into you.

"Goddamn, I missed you."

"Don't stop!"

"Yes ma'am." He dives back into licking your pussy and you arch your back and moan. The way he moves his tongue is unrelenting and you feel the electricity gather deep in your abdomen. He slides one finger and then two deep inside you and pushes them in and out quickly.

"Oh, fuck, Joe!!" You scream as your orgasm slams into you, running like wildfire in your veins until your legs shake as he continues to lick you.

"You want another one, baby?" He whispers before going back to moving his tongue on your clit.

"Mhmm." You groan as the sensation overwhelms you. He sucks lightly on your clit and then goes back to running his tongue in circles around it.

"Come on, baby. Daddy wants to fuck you." He does a come here motion with his two fingers inside you and you gasp as another orgasm explodes between your legs. "There it is. Good girl."

He kisses your clit one last time and then moves back up your body, dropping his lips onto your skin periodically as he does. When he gets back up to your mouth, he dips his tongue between your lips and then nibbles on the bottom one.

"Sit up." You say seductively. He follows instructions and sits up on the back seat as you position yourself with one knee on either side of his hips. He holds your ribcage with both hands and lines you up to sink onto his cock. As he slides into you, he groans and rolls his hips forward. Once he's filling you completely, you kiss him on the mouth again and whisper.

"I missed you too." You begin to bounce up and down on him and he grunts. His dick hits the perfect place inside you to drive you wild. After a few minutes of this, you switch to rolling your hips against his, pushing him deeper and deeper. While you work his cock with your pussy, he lets his mouth wander on your breasts, sucking on each nipple gently. He holds your back with both hands and drags his tongue up your neck to nibble on your earlobe.

"Mmm. I'm gettin' close, honey." He flips you over on the car seat hovering over you and fucks into you vigorously. You wrap your legs around him and he groans. "You're gonna kill me."

"Like you don't love it." You moan into his ear as he gets closer and closer.

"I do love you-IT. I LOVE IT." He slams into you one last time and cums hard inside you, shuddering as he does. He stays with his head on your shoulder for a bit, really hoping you didn't catch what he said. But you did. And you're not sure how to respond. You want to tell him that you love him too- always have- but you're pretty sure that's not what he wants to hear. So instead you swallow your feelings, again, and pretend like it didn't happen. You lift his head up off your shoulder and run your fingers through his hair, pushing it back off his forehead.

"You got somewhere to stay tonight?"

"There's some ground around here with my name on it."

"You wanna come with me?" His brain is screaming just say yes, but for some reason he can't. You're not sure why you even asked. He never stays with you.

"Nah, honey, I'm okay here."

"Alright then. Well, I'd better get going." You both move to get dressed and he fetches your clothes from the front seat for you. Once you're both fully clothed again, you slip out of the backseat and stand next to your car.

"Bye, Joe." You smile halfheartedly, knowing it'll probably be a while before you see him again. He starts to walk away from you and you turn to open your car door.

"Y/n, wait." He walks back to you and wraps you in his arms, pressing his mouth to yours. He kisses you two or three more times before he finally lets go of you. "I'll see you around."

He heads back toward the house and you get in your car to drive home.

******

A couple of weeks go by and you're back to working your job at the diner. You had to do something to pay for the small apartment in town that you and Bonnie share. She keeps you informed about Joe's activities. Her brother is Joe's best friend, so she has a direct line to what he's doing. Usually when he's in town you see each other a lot more, but he seems to be particularly busy with the cattle situation and that girl Mamie Callahan. You hear about several parties during this time but you're not excited to watch him flirt with Mamie, so you keep your head down for the moment.

You're not sure why it seems to bother you this much. Normally he flirts with girls and you flirt with guys and then you fuck each other in between, but something changed the last time you were together. He seemed to mean it more. You both did, really, and it seems to have you both a little freaked out.

But more importantly, in that time when Joe's occupied, you meet Paul. Paul is a traveling salesman who happens to come into your diner one Thursday night. He takes you to dinner the next night and a romance is born. He's the complete opposite of Joe and you decide that's probably a good thing. To begin with, he's white, with sandy blonde hair and green eyes. He's gainfully employed and never has more than two drinks. And he probably wouldn't cheat on you even if he could. You're not in love with him yet, but you could be, and he's the kind of guy you should marry. Not Joe. No matter how much you love him.

Either way, about three weeks after his coming home party, Joe wanders into your diner around closing time.

"You didn't come to my party."

"Which one?"

"The big one. After the house fell down and we brought the cattle home."

"Your wedding party, you mean?"

"Wedding... no I didn't get married."

"What happened to Mamie?"

"She went home with her mama. Is that why you didn't come? Because of Mamie?" Somewhere inside him there's a sliver of happiness that you were jealous.

"No. I had a date." The happiness is snuffed out and replaced with something else.

"A date?"

"Yes. It's what real men do when they like a woman." He's been around for your hookups, but a real date is completely different.

"With who?"

"His name is Paul."

"I don't know him."

"You don't need to." You stand in opposition, the air between you charged with anger or sex or love or all three. He tips his hat up and pulls a cigar from his pocket.

"Well, I came to see if you'd like to have a drink with me."

"Sure." You angrily finish your closing duties and holler to the manager that you'll see him tomorrow. Then, you take off your apron and go with Joe. He's bought a new convertible, so you slide into the passenger seat and try to calm yourself. He gets in the car next to you and aggressively starts it up. You sit in your seat and fume silently. He has no room to be upset here. Last you heard he was going to marry Mamie Callahan.

He looks over at you as you stare out the window. Inside he's a mess of anger, jealousy, and confusion. Why should it bother him that you're dating someone real? He's not trying to get into anything real with anyone, even you. Although, if he was ever going to, he always thought it would be with you. Maybe that's what's upsetting him. There's an unspoken promise between you that the only serious thing you'd ever have would be with each other. Now you've gone and violated that. He whips the car into the bar parking lot and jumps out.

"You comin'?" He asks you sullenly.

"I'm not sure why, but yes."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Why are you so angry?"

"I'm not." You walk into the bar together and sit silently drinking shots of whiskey. After four of them, you look at your watch. It's almost 9 and you told Paul you'd call him tonight. You slide off your stool and head to the pay phone right outside the bathrooms.

"Where are you goin?" He hollers as you walk away.

"Phone call." You hold up your change and walk away without turning back. After talking to Paul for a few minutes, you feel Joe come up behind you.

"Paul, babe, I need to go. I'll talk to you tomorrow?" He agrees and you hang up. When you turn around, Joe is looming over you.

"Babe?"

"What about it?" You can tell Joe has had a few more shots since you left him at the bar.

"You never called me babe."

"You never took me on a date."

"What do you call what we're doing right now?"

"You do this with your buddies. This is not a date." He seems a little stricken by your comment. Did he really think this was a date?

"Whatever. Babe better hope I never run into him or I'll-"

"What, Joe? Beat his ass? Why?" The tension is building between the two of you as you yell at each other.

"Because maybe I wanted to take you on a date!"

"Then you should've asked me because it's too late now!"

"Oh, is it?!"

"Yes!" You stand and glare at each other for about thirty seconds before neither of you can stand it anymore and his lips crash into yours in a passionate kiss. Your hands go straight to the buttons on his shirt and he turns you around and walks you into the bar bathroom, locking it behind you. He grabs your ass and pulls your hips into his where you can feel his growing erection. You kiss deeply with your tongues dancing against each other and tear at clothing until you're naked enough for him to turn you around to face the mirror. He bends his knees slightly and pushes into you from behind.

"Fuck, yes, Joe!" You scream as he pounds into you, holding onto your hip and your shoulder while he fucks you. He watches your breasts bounce in the mirror with each thrust and grunts. The heady combination of whiskey and sex has you both speeding toward a climax. He moves the hand that was on your shoulder down to your clit and rubs circles as he continues to rut into you. It doesn't take much longer for your orgasm to overwhelm you and you cum hard on his dick. Once he's certain you're satisfied, he pulls out and turns you around to face him. He lifts you slightly to sit on the edge of the sink and slides his cock back inside you. He kisses your mouth again passionately as he fucks you for a few more seconds before he has to give in, shuddering and filling you with his warmth.

"Yes, y/n, fuck yes!" He cries out before collapsing on your shoulder as you both try to catch your breath. "I want you to be mine, y/n."

"You should've thought of that a long time ago." He slips out of you and you both put your clothes back on in silence. After you're dressed he puts his hand on your cheek.

"Why is it too late?"

"He's a good guy, Joe. He'll take care of me and be true to me. I'm not sure I can trust you to do either of those things." That cuts him; you can tell. But he can't deny it. You unlock the door and walk out of the bar bathroom with him following you closely. You slap a $20 bill on the counter for your drinks and head out to his car.

"Y/n wait!" You round on him and hope he can't see the tears in your eyes. He can.

"What?!"

"What if I-"

"Just stay away from me, Joe. I can't keep doing this. And I don't want one of your half-ass promises. I want something real. Someone who loves me." He stands and stares at you silently willing himself to say that he does. But he still can't.

Just then, Bonnie and her brother pull up. Brock gets out and you jump in the truck with her.

"Can you take me home?"

"Sure? What happened?"

"Nothing." As you drive away, you notice Joe looking at the ground and shaking his head. Then he goes back into the bar with Brock. You ride in silence as Bonnie takes you back to your apartment.

******

Another month passes and you continue to date Paul. You don't tell him about Joe, but it's over, so there really isn't anything to tell anymore.

Joe, on the other hand, spends two weeks in a bar trying to forget you. But no matter how much liquor he consumes or women he tries (and fails) to fuck, all he thinks about is you. After his two week bender, he gets up one morning determined to make something happen.

When it's time for Paul to move on to his next town, he has the crazy idea to ask you to go with him. It's only been a couple of months, but you decide to say yes. You can always come back if you need to, but something tells you you won't be back. If you leave with Paul, he becomes your future. This is okay except for one thing: Joe. You haven't heard anything about him in the month since you've been apart. You're not sure where the disconnect happened, but Bonnie doesn't share any more information with you. So when you decide you need to talk to Joe, you have no idea where to start looking.

"Bonnie, I just wanna say goodbye."

"Why? Why not just go, since you've clearly moved on?"

"I don't know! I just feel like I owe it to him."

"He's still living out at Charlie's place."

"Thank you. Was that so hard?"

"No, but I don't see why you need to hurt him twice." You think about what Bonnie said, but you still need to say goodbye. He's probably moved on anyway.

******

When you get out to Charlie's place you're surprised to see a trailer out there, in addition to the newly built little house. You knock on the door to the house and Charlie answers. He points you to the trailer and says that's where Joe's been living. You're a little shocked because you can't remember the last time Joe had a proper roof to sleep under, but you make your way to the trailer anyway. You put your hand up to knock, but your heart stops when you do.

What are you doing? He did exactly what you asked him to do and here you are coming back to him. You turn to walk away and then hear the door open behind you.

"Y/n, you're here?" You turn back to see him standing in the doorway looking just as good as ever.

"Yeah, I was looking for you." He steps out of the trailer and walks over to you.

"You told me to stay away."

"Yeah, I know."

"I'm not ready for you to be here yet."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"No, not like that. I just... I wanted to have the house out here before I showed you."

"Showed me what? It doesn't matter. I'm leaving, Joe."

"Wait, what? Why?"

"I'm going with Paul." He bristles when he hears the name.

"You're still with that guy."

"Yeah, I am."

"You can't go with him." The old familiar anger washes over both of you.

"You don't tell me what to do!"

"I'm tellin' you what not to do!"

"Same thing!" His nostrils flare and you clench your fists.

"Fine. Now I'm tellin' you what to do. Stay here with me." You see his jaw flex, his blue eyes bright with passion.

"Joe, why the hell would I stay here with you?!"

"BECAUSE I FUCKIN' LOVE YOU, OKAY?!" Your mouth pops open in shock and he rubs his eyes with his hand. "I'm sorry, honey, I didn't mean to scream it at you like that. But look, I've been working the bull riding shows and saving up money. The cattle business is starting to bring in some income too. My plan was to get us a little house out here- with plumbing and everything- and have it all ready before I came to you."

"You've been doing all of that... for me?"

"I wanna marry you, y/n. I tried livin' without you and I just can't do it."

"What about Mamie? And all the other girls out there just like her?"

"Brock can have 'em. I just want you."

"You're sure about that?" He nods his head and walks over close to you.

"I'm damn sure." He puts his hand on the side of your neck and pulls you into him, kissing you deeply. He backs away and looks into your face. "So, what do ya think? You wanna marry me?"

"I don't know. You've changed so much; I feel like I don't even know you."

"Say yes and at the party tonight I'll show you that not everything has changed." He grins devilishly and kisses you again, this time wrapping his other arm around your waist to press your body into his. You throw your arms around his neck and hold onto him tightly. This is everything you've ever wanted from Joe, so you know your answer. When he finally pulls back out of the kiss, he hovers over your mouth in anticipation.

"Yes."

You hear a whoop behind you and you both turn and look to find Charlie there watching you. He hollers from the porch.

"It's about damn time you two kids figured that out." Joe hollers back.

"Spread the word. There's gonna be one hell of a party here tonight." He crashes his lips into yours again and you practically drag him into the trailer, your mouths never leaving each other.

You kick off your boots and he does too as you stumble back to the small bedroom. As he undresses you, he presses hot kisses to your skin and then lays you down on the bed. He takes his clothes off too and then lays down next to you, running his hand over your body gently. Then, he leans in and kisses your neck and down your chest to one of your nipples. His fingers tease the other one and he takes your whole breast in his hand and squeezes gently.

"What are you doing?" He's never been this gentle or slow with you before, so you're not sure what's happening.

"I'm making love to you. Don't you like it?"

"Oh. Kinda just want you to fuck me like always." His eyes light up and he looks down at you hungrily.

"I can do that. C'mere." He lays on his back and situates your hips over his face. He starts in on your clit, licking quick circles over and around it. You have to lean your head against the wall and bite your lip to keep from screaming. He slips two fingers into you and pumps them in and out while he sucks on your clit lightly and then goes back to licking circles.

"Oh, fuck, Joe. Goddamn that's so good." The pressure begins to build and the sensation of his tongue on you is about to drive you crazy when he whispers.

"Cum for daddy, honey."

You slam your hand on the wall and do as you're told, walls fluttering and pulsing as your climax pounds into you from every direction. You grind against his face as you ride out the high of your orgasm.

"You want another-"

"No." You pull back off of him and crawl down to between his legs.

"Oh god, baby, yes." He moans as you hold his cock in one hand, rolling his foreskin back, and lick up the shaft to the head, swirling your tongue around the tip. His hand finds your hair and he grabs a handful as you bounce up and down on him. Then, you push as much of him into your mouth as possible, letting him hit the back of your throat as you press your nose into the soft patch of hair at the base of him. He groans and leans his head back, holding your hair a little tighter.

"Honey, if you don't stop, this is gonna be as far as we get." You bounce two more times and then suck off the tip with a small pop.

"Yes sir." You smile and move back up his body. He rolls you over onto your back and kisses your shoulder as he lines himself up with your entrance.

"Now can I make love to you?" You laugh and nod.

"Yes, baby." He pushes into you slowly and kisses your mouth as he picks up a steady rhythm.

"I do love you, y/n."

"I know, Joe. I love you too." He peppers you with kisses all over your face and neck as he pumps in and out of you. It doesn't take much longer for him to cuss and fill you with his warmth. You lay there together naked and wrapped in each other. There's a new satisfaction to the way you are together knowing that it's real and nothing is going to tear you apart this time. You're lost in this post-sex bliss when there's a sharp knock on the door.

"Joe! Get out here! I heard we were havin' a party!" It's Brock and you hear Bonnie holler next.

"Get your clothes on and come on out! We brought beer and whiskey!" Joe looks at you and kisses your forehead. Then you both jump up and dress as quickly as possible. You've never been the type of people to miss out on a good party. He takes your hand and you make your way out of the trailer to a cascade of whoops and hollers. You'll have some kind of ceremony soon, but to your friends and family, you're already married. Joe keeps you close to him all night, but the party rages on. At the end of it, he grabs you and pulls you out to his car.

"Joe, we have a perfectly good bed in the trailer."

"Yeah, but I promised you not everything had changed."

He winks and you climb into the backseat. He might have a job and roof, but he's still your same old Joe.

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The End

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headfullofpresley · 1 year

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𝐉𝐨𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 | 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: joe being joe, some inaccurate plot/details of the movie, made some things up myself bc this movie is horrible lol, tiny mention of animal slaughtering, rodeo rider!elvis, lil bit of smut; public sex, mention of pregnancy. the ending is meh but had to end it bc i could go on about this man for hours. ☻

A/N: stay away joe is one of my least fave movies, but i have a weird relationship with it - hate it, but will never stop rewatching bc GOOD GOD, joe lightcloud is a stunner.

masterlist

You work as a bartender at the local bar that is owned by Glenda Callahan.

Because Mamie was obsessed with Joe, she sent the girl off to the big city to live with an aunt.

You and Glenda got along well, so when she offered you to move into her daughter's room, you accepted.

The job was dull, only serving coffee and breakfast to locals that were on their way to the city or dinner to strangers that were passing through.

Glenda wasn't surprised when Joe wandered in the bar and had his sights set on you like you were a juicy piece of meat sizzling on the BBQ.

You weren't her daughter, so she couldn't say anything, but she did warn you about the cowboy casanova.

“Don’t worry, Miss Glenda. He’s gonna have to work for it,”

You weren't as desperate as Mamie, but you could understand why the younger girl had been.

With his tanned skin and cowboy hat resting atop of his head, he was just breathtaking.

But you had heard the stories about Joe Lightcloud and even though you were already planning on having a piece of him, you weren't going to throw yourself at him like all the other girls did.

“Didn’t know they sold shorts as tiny as those,” he'd grin smugly, shamelessly leaning over the bar to take a peek at your exposed legs due to the denim shorts you were wearing.

Arizona was hot, nobody wore jeans unless they'd be breaking bones at the rodeo.

Acting like you weren't phased by his actions or his words, you put a drink in front of him and leaned your hands on the bar with a grin lingering on your face.

“They exiled me outta the city for ‘em,”

You weren't even from the city, but he didn't know that. He moved back onto his family's reservation recently and had never seen you around before despite you growing up in the area.

“Uptight, those city folk,” he’d tease back, that grin never faltering. “How ‘bout you, honey? Are you uptight?”

Giving him an innocent shrug and a little smile, you kept your lips sealed and continued cleaning the bar, letting him use the phone which was the reason why he came in here in the first place.

He could easily use the phone in other places, but he came to the bar pretty much every day after meeting you.

He'd tell you it was because the bar was closer than the stores in town and while you knew that was true, you also knew you were the reason for him coming to your work place.

You didn't mind at all. You were bored out of your mind half the day, so you started looking forward to seeing him and talking to him.

He'd try to win you over, pulling out his best pick up lines and putting on his best smiles.

They made your knees buckle behind the bar every time, but this was a man that had girls falling for him in the matter of seconds and you wanted to see if he was willing to put in an actual effort.

He never met anyone like you and even though he never had to work for a girl's attention, he was determined to win you over.

When his family was granted twenty heifers and a bull to prove that they could raise cattle, he invited you to the party he was throwing at the reservation.

Being the only employee at the bar, you didn't know if Glenda would allow you time off but she fell for your puppy eyes and sweet smile and gave you two days off.

You should've known this wouldn't be a normal party.

It lasted throughout the entire weekend, with people sleeping under the blazing sun during the day and drinking and dancing all night.

All Joe's friends and family demanded his attention but he always found his way back to you, providing you with drinks and introducing you to people.

He'd shamelessly introduce you as ‘his girl’ to everyone and they all believed it.

All your chances of becoming friends with the girls who were there flew right out of the window, because they'd give you dirty looks every time you'd smile at them.

“I ain’t your girl, Joe,” you'd remind him but all he did was laugh and wrap his arm around your waist, giving you that cocky grin.

“Give it time, honey. Give it time,”

You'd roll your eyes but on the inside, you were screaming like a little girl because you knew he was dead serious.

Disaster struck when Bronco, one of Joe's friends, accidentally slaughtered and barbecued the only bull in the herd instead of one of the heifers.

The bull that was supposed to help the Lightcloud's provide for themselves with the cattle they could sell.

Not long after the party, Glenda fired you because you start neglecting the bar to spend more time with Joe.

He borrowed a bull from a friend that's supposed to do the job, but the poor thing would sleep all day and not move a muscle.

Slowly but surely, you moved onto the reservation. His family liked you and at least now Joe didn't have to face the lazy bull on his own.

“C’mon, boy, get your fat ass up,”

He'd tug on the bull's head, trying to lift it from the ground and to get him to stand up or at least move, but nothing was working.

“Joe! Be nice to him, he has feelings, you know?” you'd yell at him as you sat on top of the fence, swinging your legs back and forth while watching him struggle.

“Yeah only not the right feelings,” though the words came out as a mumble, you still heard them and he'd send you a sneaky wink.

“Look here, Dominick! You little fucker,” walking over to one of the heifers, he lands a slap on the rear of it. “All these lovely ladies are willin’,”

Scrunching your nose, you shook your head. “You’re horrible at this,”

Standing up straight with an amused scoff, he'd nod his head and walk over to you.

“Alright, little miss boots. Let’s see you try then,” giving you a squeeze in the cowboy boots you were wearing, he'd grin teasingly at you and lean against the fence.

You jumped off the fence and stole his hat, putting it on top of your head as you told him to watch and learn, approaching the bull.

You weren't specialized in cows or whatsoever, but you grew up around horses. You were confident enough to make this work and you wanted to see Joe's face if you managed to succeed.

Dominick was lazier than you expected but you ignored Joe's laughs and mumbled ‘told you so’s’.

You weren't giving up though and after forty minutes, the bull finally decided to get up to his feet.

“Yes, Dominick, good boy! Come here, you sweet thing!” urging the bull excitedly and sweetly, you stepped closer to the heifers.

Joe couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the bull follow you and paying attention, finally doing what he was here for.

You supressed a small squeal, clearing your throat as you walked over to Joe. Giving him a small curtsy as you dipped his hat, you'd give him your biggest and most cocky smile.

“Voila!”

“I don’t speak Italian,”

“Oh, Joe,” laughing as you took a step closer to him, you'd swing your arms around his neck and kiss him.

He would not hesitate or whatsoever at all to kiss you back, lifting you up from the ground and placing you on the fence.

It wasn't until you'd pull back from the kiss that you saw Dominick succesfully doing his job and you and Joe cheered him on the entire time.

Even though Dominick did what he needed to do that one day, the bull went right back to snoring up a storm most of the time.

Joe found out from the friend he borrowed the bull from that it was actually a rodeo prizewinning bull, so to provide for the family, he started doing rodeo shows.

Okay, he smacked the information out of his friend, but you didn't need to know that. Apparently it was enough for the dude to let Joe keep the bull, so you weren't complaining.

Whenever you weren't watching him at the rodeo, you'd be on the reservation with his family.

Now, his family was crazy but you liked them.

Grandpa Lightcloud was a grumpy old man that you didn't understand half of the time, but he liked having you around because you helped around on the property and didn't try to keep Joe away from his family.

The man would teach you how to do a rain dance and you'd show it to Joe any chance you got, making him roll over in giggles because you'd mess up some of the moves.

Teaching you properly and doing it with you in the middle of the night. You forced him to do it with you every day because Sedona, Arizona desperately needed some rain.

And when the rain came, you'd dance around in it. Usually with very little clothing on, unless the rest of the family was there.

When you did accompany him to rodeo shows, everyone knew who you belonged to because you'd be shouting the loudest to cheer him on and cussing out whoever talked shit about your man.

Sedona was a small and boring town with very little to do. While you and Joe would have dinner at one of the few restaurants now and then, the both of you preferred to go on dates that would take place outside.

Horseback riding was one of the things you'd pretty much do every day.

You'd always accept whenever he challenged you to a race, even though you knew you were bound to lose.

Sometimes he'd rub the victory in your face and sometimes he'd let you win on purpose, because he liked seeing that smug grin on your face.

“Can’t win ‘em all, Joey baby. Better luck next time,”

He absolutely hated the pet name. Would give you a glare, but truth was.. he'd let you get away with any name you'd throw at his head.

“You’re the best, princess. Now come get your prize,”

Your prize was always a kiss. Lots of them.

Picnic dates. 🥺

Which would start off all innocent with you two chatting while eating and cuddling on the blanket while sunbathing, but always ended in you riding him.

His favorite was when you'd be moaning above him, wearing his cowboy hat, sun slowly disappearing behind the mountains.

Since the climate was so damn hot, you were always wearing tanktops and very rarely a bra which he took advantage of by nearly tearing the thin fabric to pieces because he liked seeing your breasts bounce to the rhythm of your thrusts.

Insisted you kept the boots on, because he thought it was one of the hottest things he had ever seen.

Every time the two of you were intimate, it was usually somewhere outside or in his car.

Your horses have seen some shit. Thank God they couldn't talk.

Joe never officially asked you to be his girlfriend, but after the first time you kissed, you gave yourself that title whether he liked it or not.

He liked it. He liked it a lot.

Meant he didn't need to prepare a whole ass awkward speech about wanting you as his girl.

You were both jealous and didn't like when the other would get a little too much attention.

He'd knock anyone out who would make you feel uncomfortable, touched you inappropiately or looked your way a little too long for his liking.

You weren't any better, having fought enough girls that tried to sneak their way into Joe's arms.

He usually didn't care about two-timing girls, but he actually loved you and he knew you'd tear his head off if he ever cheated.

“Now I don’t mind the attention, ladies, but I got a girl. She might be small, but she’s wilder than an angry bull, ya know?”

Even though he'd always break up the fights between you and other girls, peeling your (freakishly strong) hands out of their hair, he secretly liked seeing you so jealous.

You two didn't tell each other you loved each other a lot, but it were moments like these that he knew.

He'd take both his family and you by surprise when proposing to you after only four months of dating.

You didn't even hesitate to say yes.

You never cared much for weddings and marriage, but you knew that this was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

Plus, you loved how your name sounded with his last name.

Joe eventually made enough money to buy Glenda's bar, who took the money and got the hell outta dodge.

He gifted the bar to you as a wedding gift and the two of you moved in at the house that was adjoined to it.

Still, he made sure to provide for his family too and the both of you went over there as much as you could, helping them with the renovation of the house, etc.

Didn't take you long to fall pregnant, giving birth to a healthy son, who Joe was more than excited to have follow in his footsteps to become a succesful bull rider.

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