hi hello it's your beautiful sexy wife
Can u please write high sex đđ kinda need to smoke a joint with wooyoung while he's wearing that red outfit from bouncy era (put him in a beanie too for my sake) and he blows smoke into your mouth WHEWWW...
lots of love, maya
I POSTED erm⌠good luck poof
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to hell with it
pairing jung wooyoung x f!reader
word count 5k
genres angstďšsmutďšteeniest bit of fluff here and there
warnings 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, all lowercase bc she was supposed to be short and vibey and⌠that just did not happen, mentions and use of weed, very strict parents, lowkey fuckboy wooyoung lol, lots of kissing, marking, scratching, wooyoung has a fascination with readerâs tits lol, nipple play, no real foreplay, unprotected sex, cowgirl and missionary style, dacryphilia, exhibitionism kinda, quite a few references to religious-ish themes, unrequited love in a sense? i got carried away im so sorry
summary you could draw several heaven-hell parallels from this moment in time, from the way wooyoung buries himself inside of you, and you always return to the idea that heâs straight from hell.
more ok⌠like i said⌠i got carried away oopsie đ this was a request from my lovely wife of 20+ years @juyofans <3 iâm sorry if i strayed too far from the original idea,,, it just happened ok đ also a huge thank u to @bro-atz for betaing for me i LOVE U SO MUCH!! thatâs all lets keep this note short and sweet :P reblog if u enjoyed!
âshit.â
the curse slips from your mouth so naturally upon the discovery that your stash is completely finished. you rummage through the drawer one more time in case you mightâve missed something, but alas, youâve run into the worst possible scenario. no more weed.
itâs not like you were dependent on it. but it was the end of a long week and it happened to be one of those days. an edible, a long rip from your bong, or a hit from a blunt wrapped with your pretty pink rolling paper sounded like fucking heaven right about now.Â
you still lived at home, though, and your parents had no clue that you dabbled with marijuana, so you had to keep everything hidden in your room. unfortunately, it was just too expensive to get your own place in this day and age. and despite the fear of getting caught deeply instilled in you, you were extremely desperate.Â
and well, desperate times called for desperate measuresâŚ
âhey, wooyoungâŚâ you speak into the receiver.Â
your relationship with the guy was complicated. it had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with you. heâd been your plug for a couple years now, and his pretty face made it really hard not to develop a crush. every time you bought from him, you always tried to get a lot at once so you could space out how often you saw him to make things easier on your heart.Â
the two of you went to high school together, and the first time you reached out in regards to your secret habit was awkward. to say the least. all of your friends had purchased something from him at least once or twice, so they assured you that he was the real deal. but you had only ever mooched off of them and didnât have the faintest idea what you were supposed to say or do. (what with having dictators for parents and the lot.)
you remember sending him a dm in the most cryptic way possible. he laughed it off, thinking about how cute it was that you didnât know what you were getting yourself into. but, like every other occasion in which youâd spoken to him, he had a girlfriend at the time. the first time it was haeun, then there was jisu, and it was kind of hard to keep up with the names after that. his patience was endearing, though, and it always left you wanting more out of your conversations. (which is, understandably, what attracted you to the guy.)
he was definitely not a one-partner, commitment type of guy, and thatâs all you could ever want out of someone. you thought keeping distance to halt any feelings from growing was the smartest decision. if you didnât get close to him, it would help squash whatever flame burned beneath your chest.Â
but now it was time for that little crush to unearth itself, as it does whenever you see him. Â
âhey, y/n, whatâs up?â you can hear the smile in his voice, the one that has your insides melting and your panties nearly dropping to the floor in an instant. itâs almost cocky, like he was expecting your call. and he probably was, all things considered.
âumâŚâ you stop yourself, squeezing your eyes shut and biting your lip, tilting your head back. âare you free to do a drop right now?â
the digital clock on your nightstand read 9:28 PM and your parents wouldnât be home for another hour or so, having left for the movies a little over an hour ago. (that was the only reason why you were even thinking of pulling something as idiotic as this.)Â
not even were you just not allowed to have boys over. you werenât allowed to have people over period, at least not if your parents were out. in spite of being a grown adult, they still managed to enforce strict rules and curfews on you. you were breaking so many by making this fucking phone call.Â
Do Not Think About Talking To Boys Under Our Roof.Â
âyeah, actually. i have to do another in the area so that works out perfectly. i can be there in ten.â he answers and that stupid smile pops into your head again.Â
Absolutely No Strangers Allowed In The House Without Us Present.Â
âokay coolâ wait, you remember my address?â your brow scrunch together, the confusion boiling up inside of you. he snorts, some shifting audible in the background.Â
No Alcohol Unless We Are Present, Absolutely No Drugs Allowed.Â
âyeah? why wouldnât i?â he asks so nonchalantly, you almost miss it. âiâll be there soon, babe.â
he ends the call before you can even say anything, still holding your phone to your ear. your jaw hangs open and heat begins to bloom behind your cheeks. this was exactly why you were avoiding him as long as possible. jung wooyoung was a natural flirt, and you were very delusional.Â
this was fine, right? all you had to do was exchange the goods and money, then send him on his way. it would be like nothing ever happened, like no one was ever here. your parents would be none the wiser and you could finally relax. it would be just like when you were sneaking around in high school, having him drop when you didnât have a carâ
fuck.
you couldâve just met him somewhere instead, huh? you didnât have the issue of being car-less anymore. you couldâve told your parents you were running out to grab some things from the store and hid it in your bags in case they were home before you. couldâve done literally anything else except act this irrational.Â
This Is An Honest and Trustworthy Household ââŹâ No Lying Will Be Tolerated.Â
maybe, subconsciously, youâve been wanting to see him in this setting again. there was a thrill in breaking your parents rules. you supposed something special, something exciting sparked under your skin all those times you snuck into the backyard to meet with wooyoung through the side gate. but right now, youâre pacing inside your bedroom. this wasnât the time to get poetic and reminisce about being a schoolgirl with a crush.Â
you were bulldozing through just about everything on your parentsâ list of Do Nots and you feel like you should be more anxious about it. for some reason youâre less afraid of pissing them off. youâre entirely too concerned with looking good for wooyoung, and you donât even hear the shrill sound of your phone ringing.
wooyoungâs contact lights up the screen, sending all sorts of panic signals to your brain. you severely underestimated how long ten minutes was, and also how long youâd been standing in front of the mirror gawking at yourself like a damn fish out of water. this was embarrassing. you were better than this, god, you were so much better than to lose yourself like this over a man. but jung wooyoung somehow made all rhyme and reason escape you like he was some sexy version of the pied piper.
before you realize it, your feet have carried you down the stairs and to the front door. on the other side stand wooyoung, his backpack slung over his shoulder. heâs dressed in a red zip up hoodies and some baggy jeans. his hair is longer than when you last saw him, long enough to have some of the strands tucked loosely behind his ears. you think youâre entranced by his visuals alone, and then he opens his mouth.
âtold ya i remembered.â his words drip with that charisma that sucks you in further, deeper, into the chasm you kept trying to avoid.
âuhâ c-come in,â you usher him into your house and up the stairs into your room, just in case. âmy parents arenât home, but i donât know if my neighbors are watching or something. and just in case they get back earlier, itâs easier to hide you in here than anywhere else.â
wooyoung nods with a snort, eyes wandering around the bedroom youâve had since you were two years old. heâs never been inside of your house before, much less inside of your room. itâs very you; various posters littering the walls, makeup and skincare products cluttered around your vanity, comfy-looking sheets.
Definitely No Boys Allowed In Your Room.
âyou know, y/n, i was pleasantly surprised when you called,â he shrugs off his bag, setting it on the foot of your bed, dragging his finger along the footboard. âi was starting to miss my favorite customer.â
just about everything but standing right here sounded ideal to you. if there were miraculously a sniper stationed on the roof of the house next to yours, you hoped you were in his line of sight and he would take you out. it was as if he knew. he knew exactly what his effect on you was, and that was absolutely perfect, now wasnât it?
âyourâ huh?â youâre sure you sound stupid, especially so when he laughs, unzipping his backpack to take out what he was here for. the smell alone practically recalibrates your system and reboots you. wooyoung notices.
âweâve never smoked together, have we?â he asks, pulling out the tube he was looking for. itâs about an eighth, which is less than what you usually buy from him, but youâre in no position to complain. you shake your head ânoâ as he hands it to you, before pulling out another and doing the same thing. you raise an eyebrow at him.
âthis isââ
âno, i know,â he purses his lips with a nod, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth and swiping across the bottom one. âconsider it a gift, for being so loyal to me all these years.â
you guffaw in disbelief. what the fuck?
âwooyoung, you canât possiblyââ
âjust let me smoke you out this once. thatâs all i ask in return,â he seats himself on the edge of your bed. âand weâll even use my stuff. you can save yours for later. iâll make it worth your while.â
you would be cutting it really close to the time your parents were supposed to be home. but he was so tempting. and you were so weak. so, so pitifully weak.
âokayâŚâ you let yourself say. you let yourself divulge just this once. âbut, rememberââ
âyes yes, your parents. do you think this is my first rodeo?â he laughs, pulling out a little plastic baggie that appears to have pre-ground weed in it. almost like⌠he was anticipating this? when he reaches into his backpack for what you assume is wraps, you jump to grab your pink rolling paper. youâd been so excited to use it, you werenât going to let this opportunity go to waste.
batting your lashes at him is the only way you know how to convince him, though it doesnât really take much convincing. your rolling skills still werenât the best, despite doing this as long as you have, so you watch in awe as wooyoung does it. his fingers move expertly, and you have to blink away the thoughts threatening to overthrow the sane ones that have been struggling to keep afloat.
wooyoung fishes for the lighter in his pocket, red like the color of his jacket. he lights the blunt and holds it carefully between his fingers. you think heâs going to take the first hit, but then heâs holding it to your lips, gesturing for you to do it. âladies first.â he throws in with that obnoxiously attractive laugh of his. you hesitantly follow his lead, sitting beside him, then inhaling and filling your chest.Â
your exhale isnât as graceful as you hoped it would be, a couple coughs coming out of you, but it was a strong hit. he rubs his free hand up and down your thigh to soothe you, hitting it himself. heâs definitely a lot more experienced than you, in what he does and how he does it, breathing it out into the atmosphere. your room is a little foggy now and you have half the mind to crack open a window, however, youâre hyper aware of his hand on your thigh. and you donât want it to go away.Â
If Any Of These Rules Are Broken, You Risk Being Kicked Out.
itâs calm for a few minutes, just the two of you rotating the blunt in comforting silence, his hand still branding its place on your thigh. and then his thumb starts to move. it circles into your bare skin gently, kneading mindlessly. you almost let out a whine, but you catch yourself, concealing it as a cough instead.
âyou like me, donât you, y/n?â wooyoung asks, puffing out a thick white cloud and pouting. âthatâs why you buy a lot from me at once. thatâs why i sometimes only see you once a month.â
the question catches you so off guard, you almost grab the pink blunt by the spark. he sets it in your ashtray, conveniently placed on one of your bedposts. you stare at him blankly, because how fucking perceptive do you have to be to figure that out? your crush was probably a little more than obvious, sure, but the avoidant tendency you had couldnât possibly be linked to that. not unless he truly knew you like the back of his hand.Â
he leans back onto his palms with a snicker, carding his fingers through his hair. the way heâs positioned allows you to glimpse at a bit more of his chest from the partially unzipped jacket. the only thing you see is that itâs bare, and your brain short circuits. it was already frying itself when he called you out, now there wasnât a single functioning cell up there.Â
âiâm high like sixty percent of the time, i see everything. i know everything.â he answers your unspoken inquiry. and well, that may be true, but itâs not like youâre doing much to refute with the way youâre ogling at him. (you were a horny high, unfortunately.)Â
âwhatââ you swallow, suddenly all too aware of how close youâre sitting, of how his grip on your thigh is a little more primal. âwhat if i said no? what then?â
âiâd think you were a liar,â he smiles, that fucking smile you can picture in your head even through a phone call. âand i donât like being lied to.â
âso itâs a good thing i havenât said no yet, right?â you breathe, voice entirely too stable for the situation. his hand rises higher on your thigh, the tip of his index finger brushing under your shorts. you glance down at it, eyes already heavy lidded as they observe the way it drags across your skin. fuck.Â
âmhm,â he hums, gauging your reaction to his touch. âitâs very good.â
youâre losing your patience the longer you sit there, tortured by wooyoungâs hand searing on your thigh. your heart seems to beat faster and you feel like you can tell with the rise and fall of your chest picking up in speed. his lips on yours is all that you want, all that you need, and under this spell (the intoxication swimming through your bloodstream), youâre willing to accept the consequences that may come with it.Â
a gasp escapes you when his nail scrapes along the side of your leg with the pressure of a feather. itâs overwhelming, to say the least. you want more and more and more, and then so much more until you canât take it, but part of you is still insecure that heâll leave you strung out on a clothesline if you indulge. youâre beyond thinking about the repercussions if youâre caught. youâre focused on the repercussions of being hurt if you give in.Â
but enough is enough.Â
placing your hand over his own, you slip it under your t-shirt where youâve been braless this entire time. wooyoungâs eyes widen and you grab one of his hoodie strings, yanking him closer to you. your noses brush and your eyes meet, a silent ask for permission to finally play into what youâve both been waiting for.Â
you donât really give him a second to rethink it.
your lips connect in a rough, messy kiss that has you believing in the existence of a god. one thatâs granted what youâve been dreaming of for years. maybe after this youâll start praying before bed again, especially if it always rewards you this well.Â
his mouth slots against yours like itâs the missing piece of a puzzle, your tongues tangling and your teeth nearly clashing. wooyoungâs hand on your chest regains its own control, squeezing your breast and flicking his thumb over a perked nipple. his other hand grips your waist, pulling you onto his lap. your knees dig into the mattress, hands cupping under his jaw and then entwining in his hair.Â
you sigh into his kiss, obsessed with this length on him. youâre sure he feels the same when he groans after you tug on it, deepening the kiss if possible. the sigh turns into a moan when he guides your hips into a circular motion, grinding you down on him to create a bit of friction and get the ball rolling.Â
he knows you donât have a lot of time, maybe an hour tops, but fuck he wishes he could take his time with you. he wished he could explore your body and learn every single thing you liked and didnât like, and use it all to his advantage. his senses are heightened so heâs keenly aware of your every sound, of each whine that escapes you.Â
wooyoungâs mouth travels from your own, along your jaw, and down your throat, nipping and sucking so he leaves his mark on you wherever he can. your lips part with a soft moan when he finds the sensitive spot on your neck. his hand is still in your shirt, kneading and massaging your tits like it was second nature for him.Â
your high has reached its peak, and youâre starting to get light headed from how good everything feels. if he didnât touch you where you needed him most soon, you feared you might finish prematurely, and after all that youâve been through to get to this point, you really cannot handle that tonight. thankfully, he seems to read your mind.Â
âi would love to make up for lost time, but i donât think we can right now,â he pants into your skin, hands everywhere but somehow nowhere all at once. âlet me justââ
âstop yapping and just fuck me, wooyoung, youâre wasting precious time,â you groan, going straight for the zipper of his jacket. you push the red material off of his shoulders in one go, practically pawing at the button of his jeans. he laughs at your impatience, but knows youâre right.Â
âwell, when you put it like that, i donât feel bad for the disgusting things i wanna do to you,â he teases, helping you pull your shirt over your head. âgonna fuck you so good, youâre gonna wanna see me more than once a month.â
the call out is crazy, but you donât have the mental capacity to argue with him, head tossing back when he takes one of your tits into his mouth. you scrape your nails down the expanse of his chest and abdomen, a reprieve to the static buzzing throughout your body with wooyoungâs lips all over you. his teeth sink into your collarbone and you nearly lose your sanity. this was it, there was no going back now that youâve fallen under his spell.Â
his skilled fingers make quick work removing your shorts and youâre so beyond restless, that he has a bit of trouble getting them down your legs. he stills your hips firmly, practically scolding you when he says, âsit still, pretty, iâm not going anywhere.â
itâs a weird reaffirmation, and in a way it calms your erratic mind. you finally let go of those reservations and allow yourself to submit to these feelings youâve harbored for years. the heat of wooyoung beneath you is enough to make you squirm again, needing him inside of you before you start crying. (though judging by what heâs said so far, you think heâd like that.)
âgod, i need you so bad,â you whine, lips locking with his once more. you speak the words into his mouth and they hold all the subtlety of an excavator, desperation hanging off of each syllable. âpleaseâŚâ
you can feel, rather than see, the conniving smile that graces his features, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. heâs dangling your desire in front of you like a ball of yarn with a cat, the bed of his nails dragging along your hips slowly and tortuously. you reach down to cup his erection through his boxers and thatâs what spurs him on, dropping his mischievous act in favor of gifting you what youâve been asking for so nicely.
wooyoung pushes your underwear to the side, kicking off his boxers so heâs bare for you. part of you is way more excited than you should be to fuck him raw, for the first time nonetheless. he leans back slightly and watches as you hover over his cock, sitting on it gently. heâs definitely on the longer side, longer than the other guys youâve been withâ not that there were very many to compare him to. he fills you up just right, tapping that sweet crook of your pussy when he sheathes entirely.Â
the moan that breaches the sound barrier fights itself from deep in your chest, tickling his ears and forcing out one of his own. his grip on your hips tightens as you begin to move. itâs more of him moving your body for you, not that youâre complaining at all. less work for you.
with each bounce on his cock, your bed squeaks and it wouldnât be such a problem if you didnât also hear the front door open downstairs. your eyes widen almost comically, meeting wooyoungâs with a fear so intense that it nearly scares him too. gratefully, heâs been in this situation before. he holds a finger up to his lips to shush you, simultaneously flipping the two of you so your back is flat on the bed and his feet are planted on the floor.
youâre glad you had the clear mind to lock your door when you came up to your room. you donât know if itâs because itâs wooyoung, or maybe youâre just into it, but you feel yourself getting more turned on as he continues to fuck you despite your parents being home. he covers your mouth with his hand, rocking his hips into yours with a purpose. his free hand slithers between the two of you, thumb rubbing calculated circles into your clit.
âtake it,â he rasps into your ear, nipping the lobe softly; a contrast to whatâs tumbling out of his mouth. âtake it like the good girl you are.â
at that same moment, thereâs a knock on your bedroom door. wooyoung doesnât stop, in fact, he speeds up his pace, pushing your thigh to your chest so he plunges deeper into your cunt. heâs evil, pure evil.
ây/n, are you in there?â your mother asks.
ây-yes,â you gasp, willing your voice to stay steady. âi was getting ready to go to s-sleep.â
âyou sound off⌠are you feeling okay?â she expresses her concern and you look to wooyoung for help.
you bite down harshly on your lower lip when he leans down to suck on one of your tits instead, still very roughly snapping into you. he urges you to say something anyway, so you can at least get them to leave you alone. ây-yes! iâm fine! i was just looking f-for my pajamas!â
he laughs lowly so only you can hear, gazing at you through his lashes and whispering, âshould we tell her theyâre on your floor?â
your mother doesnât question you any further. âokay⌠goodnight, sweetheart.â
âgoodnight!â
her footsteps get quieter as she walks away from your door. the shit-eating grin on wooyoungâs face contributes to the growing ache in the pit of your stomach more than it pisses you off. unfortunately he just had that effect on you. it was hard to be mad at him when he made you feel like you were lit ablaze, fire burning all the way to the tips of your fingers.
âlook at you, sweetheart,â you hate that the pet name has you clenching around his length. his lips trail down your body, worshiping it like you were his own personal goddess. âyouâre taking my cock so perfectly.â
if you could scream, you would. youâd be as loud as possible so your whole block knew who was fucking you this good. youâd chant his name like a prayer, which was ironic considering he was, in a sense, more like an incubus. you could draw several heaven-hell parallels from this moment in time, from the way wooyoung buries himself inside of you, and you always return to the idea that heâs straight from hell. the way he lures you in, like the serpent with eve in the garden of eden. he has you turning your back on all forms of reason.Â
but this inebriation, this sweet poison coursing through your bloodstream as applies practiced pressure to your clit, has your whole being soaring. you could care less about the trouble that comes with it, especially when it has your back arching off of your mattress and into his chest.Â
your lips pry open in a silent moan when he presses up against that same spongy nook in your pussy. tears well in your eyes as they roll back, spilling down the sides of your cheeks. wooyoung kisses them away and fucks into you harder, inching closer and closer towards what youâre already on the precipice of.Â
having gone nonverbal after nearly getting caught, it requires so much energy for you to croak out, ââm so close, woo, so so closeâŚâ
he hums approvingly, back at your mouth now. his lips mold with yours so smoothly and your fingers tangle in his hair so easily. you want this forever, to be his in more ways than one. but after tonight, you donât know how likely that is to happen, and youâll let yourself be satiated by this one time.Â
youâre lost in the sensation of his kiss, disappearing in the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of your cunt without restriction. and maybe this wouldâve been so different had you not been high. maybe this wouldnât have happened at all had you been sober. your vision is hazy and your head is clouded, but youâve never felt so liberated.Â
wooyoung grazes his nose against yours, a stark contrast in the behavior heâs exhibited tonight. even as he does so, his lower half is still pounding into you without mercy. and for some reason, that tenderness is what has you slipping through the cracks. your orgasm washes over you with no warning, crashing and colliding into your being almost violently.Â
the fluttering of your walls around his cock has wooyoung finishing right behind you, lashes skimming the tops of your cheeks in butterfly kisses that prolong the climax of your release. itâs much more intimate than you expected, your heart swelling and your body shivering with its implications. he slows his pace to something steady, something that just metaphorically holds your hand through your orgasm.Â
as you recover from the weight of it all, you realize that youâre still crying. wooyoung attempts to swipe away your tears with his thumbs, but when he notices that they arenât stopping, his eyebrows knit together in confusion. he slides out of you and back into his boxers, scouring your bedroom floor for your t-shirt. he sits you up gently and cups your jaw in his hand.
âwhatâs wrong?â he asks, uncharacteristically serious. youâre used to him being playful and joking about everything, so for him to show genuine concern about your emotions means a lot. a lot.
âiâm okayâ iâm fine, iâm just being weird.â you dismiss his worries though, since itâs true. he doesnât owe you anything and you donât want to guilt him into anything just because your crush is a little heavier than the schoolgirl crush heâs made it out to be. he shakes his head. heâs not having any of that.
âno, youâre upset about something. donât water yourself down like that.â you donât like that this is fueling your delusions, donât like that you want him so much more than you thought you could. and maybe you couldâve stopped yourself, had you not looked at him. your gaze traces from the beauty mark under his eye to the way his hair frames his face.Â
âi want something i canât have,â is what you settle on, swallowing down that bitter pill that youâve been avoiding tonight. âand i think iâm finally coming to terms with it.â
wooyoung searches your expression for thicker substance, as if that will hint towards a clearer answer than what youâve given him. he finds it in that painfully sad smile of yours. he finds it in the heartache swirling in the pools of your irises. you know he didnât mean to lead you on. itâs not his fault, really. you understood what you were getting yourself into. none of the blame can be placed in his hold, because it doesnât belong to him.
âi should go,â he says after a long stretch of silence. âbefore either of us get into any trouble.â
you watch as he dresses himself quickly and exits through the window, taking your heart along with him. but it would be okay. you wouldnât have to see him for another month anyways.Â
at least, thatâs what you tell yourself as you reignite the blunt sitting in your ashtray.
Š yunhoszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.
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YAYYYYY IM GLAD URE FEELING BETTER đđ im okay im procrastinating rn⌠donât wanna do my short essay like my brain cannot handle it im Sawry everyone đŁ been looking for a fic to read rn tho to Distract me weâll see if i find anything (^_^;)
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ur so real actually⌠i forgot that i needed to do my rough draft for my us history final paper on sunday and then i just gave up and didnât do it đšđš i kinda just DGAF ANYMORE đ DâS GET DEGREES!!!
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FAWNIIEEEEEE how r u feeling baby r u still sick đ¤ i Miss uâŚ(ââ¸â)
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âď¸ ANON!!! my âď¸ anonâŚ. iâve missed u âšď¸âšď¸ iâm feeling a lot better!! iâm still congested and have a bit of a cough but definitely nowhere near as bad as i was last week thank u for checking up on me đ˝ how are u?!
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K U FOUND ME đââď¸đââď¸đââď¸ MANDAKWNDNWEB and my pride and joy of all fics LMFAOOO thank u for reading iâm glad i broke ur brain like everyone else <3
save a horse, ride a cowboy
PAIRING jeong yunho x f!reader
WORD COUNT 12.25k
GENRES fluffďšangstďšsmut
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, reader is a city girl but i tried not using too many gendered terms, cowboy!yunho RAHHHHH, mentions of food, reader has a boyfriend for most of the fic (an oc) but thereâs no real infidelity, reader embarrasses themselves on what iâd say is a few occasions too many, yunho is down bad, masturbation (m! and brief f! receiving), lowkey voyeurism, a really bad dad joke, horse riding scene bc i feel thatâs pivotal for a cowboy fic, lots and lots of kissing, marking, teasing, vaginal fingering x2, oral sex (f! receiving) x2, multiple orgasms, very slight edging, praise, pet names (baby, babe, and princess oops), unprotected sex (BE SAFE PLS I BEG), cowgirl position, pull out method, missionary position, creampie lol, ending is cute but also kinda up for interpretation? i guess <3
SUMMARY when your grandparents decided to retire and take a summerâs long vacation in celebration, they leave their house in your care. at least you donât have to worry about feeding the farm animals. but you do have to worry about the tall, handsome cowboy who does.
MORE AND SHEâS DONE oh my god, this fic actually pulled so much out of me i think i was the one seeing stars by the end.. đ but iâm so proud of it and the goals i tried meeting while writing. first of all the length??? insane for me. i can hardly get myself to write anything longer thank 5k đ THATS ENOUGH ABOUT ME THO,,, this fic was heavily inspired by the django performance if u couldnât tell by the banner đ and iâd first like to thank the academy aka @kimsohn for encouraging me to write this and fueling my delusions ilysm maya <3 iâd also like to give a huge thank u to @bro-atz TYSM FOR BETAING AND HELPING WITH SCENES BRO ur my life saver fr <3 PLS PLS PLS REBLOG IF U ENJOYED!!
Growing up, you werenât the biggest fan of trips to your grandparentsâ farm in the rural countryside.Â
You were born in a big city, full of all the glitz and glam. There were bright lights that lit the skyline at night, distracting from the stars that illuminated above. The wide open space was blocked by high towers and large skyscrapers. You were accustomed to the sound of bustling pedestrians and the obnoxious honking of cars in the streets. There was seldom an evening of complete silence.Â
Everything was so tightly packed together, within walking distance if you didnât feel like hopping in a car for a fifteen minute drive. You appreciated the insanity of the train station in the mornings before school, the metro so busy with students and working class individuals. You came into contact with numerous strangers throughout your day to day life.Â
However, every summer until you were a senior in high school was a different story.Â
Your parents wanted to keep you humble, you supposed, shipping you off to your grandparentsâ for three months. Living in the city kept people too sheltered, too primped and polished for the real world. They wanted you to have that exposure, to experience what it was like to live without the fanciness of urbanization. The nine months out of the year that you spent in the city stunted that exposure, though.
When youâd arrive at their farm, luggage stacked like you were taking a trip to London or Paris, you felt like a glorified version of Regina George. Maybe Blair Waldorf. Elle Woods? You werenât even rich like that. Your parents were nice, middle class people. There was just something about cow manure and the fear of stepping on a freshly laid egg that made it difficult to adjust to the setting.
It was most likely your stubbornness throughout your childhood that held you back even as you got older and more educated. You thought after graduating high school, the three-months-long âretreatâ would come to an end. Youâd only need to visit when necessary, maybe a week max. And that was true to an extent. During your university years, you only visited the farm around once a year. You were too consumed with school to even go home sometimes.Â
And then your grandparents decided to retire.Â
Their farm had supplied the town over with produce and other home-grown items for as long as you could remember. But they were getting older and no one in the family was willing to inherit the farm or its responsibilities. In celebration of their retirement, they planned a grand vacation to visit multiple countries. Their itinerary spanned an entire summer, just like your trips to the farm when you were younger.
Because you were the only one familiar enough with the area, they enlisted you to housesit while they were gone. You tried to get out of it, but they didnât trust anyone else as much as you, despite your convictions about country life. So you reluctantly agreed, packing up your things to prepare for another grueling summer at the farm one last time.Â
But there was a bit of a setback.
âWhat do you mean someoneâs living in the farmhouse behind their house?â You shriek into the receiver, holding your phone between your shoulder and ear as you zip up your final bag. Your mom sighs on the other end.
âYour grandma just only now told me, apparently it slipped her mind,â you can hear the sympathy in her tone. âHeâs this boy who grew up in the town and heâs gonna take over the farm for them on the condition that they still live on the property. She said he shouldnât get in your way and heâs expecting your presence. Youâll only see him if you ever actually go out to the farm and when he brings groceries to the house.â
âGreat. Another thing I didnât sign up for.â You mutter, giving your bedroom a once over to make sure youâre not forgetting anything. âIs there anything else I should know before I get there, like a secret pet or maybe a family living in the attic?â
âWatch the attitude, Y/N,â she warns, and you shut up immediately. âLook, I know this isnât ideal. Youâre a grown adult and youâd rather spend your summer going out with your friends, but you already told your grandparents you would do this for them. Itâll be over before you know it.â
You sigh, nodding even though she canât see it. At least you didnât have to worry about caring for their farm animals. It was time to think of this as a staycation rather than torture. Sure, your friends were going to be living it up in the Bahamas for a week and your boyfriend was going to be here while you were surrounded by nothing but flat landscape for acres.Â
Perhaps it was good for you that there would be someone else on the property. You mightâve started to feel scared being alone in the middle of nowhere for so long. Though, your boyfriend probably wonât be the biggest fan of you staying within the vicinity of another man for three months. Youâd just deal with that later.Â
The drive to your grandparentsâ farm is actually more peaceful than anything else. Driving for long periods of time wasnât your favorite thing to do, but doing it by yourself with nothing but your music filling your ears was a sort of therapy. It allowed you to come to terms with your fate for the summer and what it could entail, even if it wasnât exactly what you had in mind.Â
Seeing the lush greenery for miles upon miles as you neared their home evoked a sense of tranquility within you. If you kept a positive outlook on your situation, you would make it through these next few months unscathed and your sanity still intact. Maybe you despised the wide open space for years when you were a kid, but now that youâre an adult, you think you could learn to appreciate it and its beauty.Â
As long as the guy living in the farmhouse didnât bother you like your grandmother said, everything would beâ
Oh.Â
You pull up in front of the house, already thrown for a loop by the tall, very handsome stranger walking his dog back from the mailbox. His dark hair obscured his eyes, a bandana tied around his neck to match with the one hanging off the Border Collieâs collar. The two turn around at the sound of your engine, stopping in their tracks once youâve parked.Â
He brings a hand up to shield the sun from his eyes, watching cautiously as you park slowly. You donât know why youâre so anxious, itâs not like youâll be interacting with him much during your stay anyways. Thereâs something about his slender figure and the fact that he was so clearly dedicated to what he does upon first glance that it makes you feel shy. You suck in a sharp breath before deciding to exit your vehicle, wiping clammy palms on your denim shorts. Youâre starting to regret not dressing a little cuter, a little more presentable.Â
His features soften upon recognizing you, the pretty granddaughter that your grandparents showed him prior to leaving for their trip. The hand sheltering his face falls to his side and he gives you a warm smile, somehow warmer and brighter than the sweltering summer sun. Youâd always been told not to talk to strangers, to keep your distance for your own safety, but you canât help mirroring his expression with a small wave.Â
âH-Hi,â your voice wobbles and you kind of want to die just a bit. âIâm Y/N. My grandparents mentioned you lived in the farmhouse out back, but didnât give me a name or face to expect.â
He extends his arm out and you shake his hand, albeit slightly nervously. His eyes squint when he glances between you and his dog. âItâs nice to finally meet you, Y/N. Iâm Yunho, and this is Yeoreum.â
The name is fitting for the red and white colored Border Collie, her tongue sticking out as she stares up at you with big eyes that almost resemble her ownerâs. You bend down to pet her, patting the soft tufts of fur on her head and appreciating her licks of excitement. Yunho laughs, whistling to catch her attention.Â
âYunho and Yeoreum,â you repeat, a tiny grin on your face. âBefitting. Does she come with the property?â
âUnfortunately, no. Sheâs spoken for,â he teases, a pout on his features. âBut she can visit whenever youâd like. Jokes aside, did you need any help moving stuff into the house?â
âThat would be great, actually!â You scratch the back of your neck, lips pursing. Yunho waits for you to unlock the trunk of your car and places Yeoreumâs leash in your possession, making quick work transporting your bags inside. What was just supposed to be some light assistance, has evidently become him doing everything on his own while you stand and look pretty with his dog.
You didnât bring too much with you since you didnât have plans to leave while you were housesitting and your grandparents werenât so old fashioned that they didnât have a washing machine. Still, you felt useless allowing this stranger youâd just met to do all this manual labor on your behalf.
âDoes he always do this?â You murmur to the Border Collie, falling to a seat on the lowest front porch step. She doesnât give you a response (not that you expected her to), but pants happily in lieu of one, craning her head so you can scratch the spot behind her ear.Â
âYouâre a guest, itâs just good hospitality for me to help.â Yunho says as he comes out of the house, stationing himself in front of you with his hands on his hips, thumbs in his belt loops.Â
âThereâs a difference between helping and doing the work yourself. Youâre just being modest,â you push yourself up to hand him Yeoreumâs leash. âBut thank you anyway, that was really nice. Iâm so tired from driving up here, so I think I wouldâve collapsed doing all that back and forth.â
âYou should go rest,â he glances at the house behind you. âThereâs a whole three months of farm life ahead of you, so donât wear your pretty little self out just yet.â
Yunho salutes to you and takes his leave, walking around your grandparentsâ house toward what you assume is the farmhouse. Your eyes are wide and your cheeks feel hot, and youâre well aware that itâs not because of the summer heat. Your fingers clutch at the material of your t-shirt and you shake it to fan yourself.Â
It seemed like you were in for a bumpy ride these next few months. But like you reiterated prior to arriving, everything would be just fine so long as you and farm boy went your separate routes and lived your separate lives.Â
Yeah. Things would be alright. You hope.Â
Itâs a week into your stay on your grandparentsâ farm when you bump into Yunho again.Â
Youâre toweling your neck after getting out of the shower, heading into the kitchen to make yourself another bowl of cereal for breakfast. So far the only downside has been your inability to cook a decent meal. Takeout or your boyfriend sleeping over were usually your saving grace, but without having either of those options, youâve stuck to microwaveable things.
The sight of Yunho unloading groceries onto the counter has you squealing and nearly jumping out of your own skin. He flinches at your volume, knocking over the bag of rice resting against the vase in the center. Thankfully it was still sealed shut, if not there wouldâve been a mess of rice grains all over the island counter. His clumsiness has you slapping a palm over your mouth to silence your giggles, not wanting to embarrass him.
âSorry, I wasnât expecting youâŚâ You apologize sheepishly, folding your towel over your arm and placing it on a barstool nearby.Â
âN-No, youâre fine! I shouldnât have just let myself in, itâs kinda just a habit. You deserve your privacy without having to worry about whether or not Iâm gonna barge in unannounced.â He dismisses your apology with a wave of his hand. âIâll just put these up for you and then Iâll be on my way.â
âCan I help?â You waddle over to him, fingers laced behind your back. âIâd feel bad watching you put my groceries away for me after going out and getting them.â
Yunho gestures for you to occupy the space beside him with a small smile that takes solace at the corner of his mouth. The two of you do everything in complete silence, still not entirely used to each otherâs presence because of the lack of crossing paths. As youâre finishing up, you start grabbing the items you need for your cereal. He raises an eyebrow at you.
âYou donât want something a little more filling?â He suddenly questions, jutting his chin at your bowl.
âI would love that if I knew how to cook,â you laugh. âIronic isnât it? The granddaughter of two farmers canât cook to save their life.â
Yunho shakes his head with a chuckle, ruffling his hair. âWell, I donât have to feed the horses for another hour if youâd like for me to whip up something better than a bowl of cereal.âÂ
âReally?â Your eyebrows furrow. Despite growing up with the mindset that you were above the farm life your grandparents tried to impose on you, you hated feeling like you were coming across as entitled. You didnât want Yunho to think you were lazy or that you were too good. âYou donât have to do that. I can survive on instant ramen and cereal, I swear.â
âY/N,â he says your name with a certain authority to it, and youâve never loved the sound of your name coming out of someone elseâs mouth so much before. âI want to. Iâm not the worldâs greatest chef or anything, but I have a couple tricks up my sleeve.â
âOkay, then,â you nod, taking a seat at the island. You watch in awe as he dances around the kitchen and prepares something for you. Itâs weird, not in the sense that you feel awkward around this complete stranger, but because you feel the opposite. You feel comfortable around him, like youâve known him for a while. Itâs almost like Yunho has been a casual part of your life for much longer than a week. Heâs easy to get along with, easy to mold into what youâre used to.
And thatâs weird because you have a boyfriend. A boyfriend who cooks dinner for you most nights, but somehow has never made you feel this taken care of. It throws you off. That should definitely not be the case. How is this man doing this in one week and your boyfriend couldnât in two years?Â
The guilt settles in the pit of your stomach quickly. Sure, your boyfriend mightâve had a habit of forgetting important dates and didnât give you half as much attention as he shouldâve, but did that warrant the emotions brewing in your chest? Could that excuse this notion that maybe it was time to finally call it quits?
You zone out as Yunho finishes cooking your breakfast, too inside of your head to even fawn over the doting and slight coddling he was doing. Maybe you need to have a long conversation with Seojun about your relationship and where you want it to go. Perhaps it was a nice idea to invite him out to visit the farm, it could do you both some good.Â
âTa-da!â Yunho holds out a plate to you, the sparkle in his eyes effectively pushing out any thoughts of your boyfriend and the shame that was picking at you. You canât help but reciprocate his expression when you see how delicious the food looks.
Heâd made you omurice, the ketchup on top in cute squiggly lines to form whiskers and a little dog face. You accept the plate gratifyingly, your fingers brushing as you do so. He smiles shyly, eyeing you carefully while you take the first bite. You donât remember the last time you had a home cooked breakfast, accustomed to the occasional muffin at the coffee shop near your house.
ââNot the worldâs greatest chefâ my ass,â you grumble, pouting at his humbleness and his inability to be bad at anything. âI might just ask you to have breakfast with me every morning if you can chef it up this well.â
That melodic laugh of his rings in your ears, his elbows resting on the island and his chin in his palms. âIâm sure Yeoreum would appreciate a companion who isnât me.â
âHow long have you had her?â You ask, shoveling more omurice into your mouth. If you werenât so hungry and so appeased by how delicious it was, youâd feel bad for ruining his hard work. The ketchup no longer looked like a dog, but rather a splatter of red all over your plate.Â
âAlmost four years now. I had her for a year before I met your grandparents. She adores them, so itâs no surprise that she likes you too.â He has this fond gaze in his eyes as he talks about his beloved Border Collie and it makes your heart ache.Â
The fact that he has such a good relationship with your grandparents seals the deal for you. Well, it would seal the deal if you were single. Yunho is like the ideal man that every parent would want their daughter to bring home. He knows how to cook, knows how to clean. Heâs adept around the house, skilled in yard work and other random jobs like fixing leaky pipes and installing new appliances. Heâs gentle, but doesnât mind getting his hands dirty.Â
Your parents would never meet him, though. After the summer was over, youâd be back in Seoul and he would still be here, a distant memory. You forcibly laugh away the thought, excusing it as your response to his words and continuing the conversation about his dog.Â
Perhaps this stay would be harder to get through than you thought.Â
As the weeks pass you by, you find yourself becoming more and more infatuated with Jeong Yunho.
Cooking breakfast for you in the morning has become a regular thing. Monitoring him at the stove with sleepy eyes and a mug of fresh coffee in your hands has ingrained itself into your routine. Yeoreum called the spot beneath your stool her own now, laying there as her owner made your food. You think the transition from seeing him as just this comforting presence, this kind individual, to wanting something more was almost too smooth.
Especially right now as you sit on the back porch sipping on some lemonade, admiring the cowboy as he transfers bales of hay from the bed of his pickup truck to the pigpen and the cattle pen. He pauses in between trips, stripping off his flannel and tying it around his waist. He lifts the hem of the white tank top heâs wearing and uses it to wipe sweat from his forehead, revealing the toned abdomen he had been hiding from you up until now.Â
You feel like youâre going insane, trying to pretend like youâre reading your book as you not so subtly gawk at his muscles straining with each bale he lifts. Itâs crazy really, the effect he has on you doing his fucking job. Youâve made it a habit to sit out here and stare at him under the guise of various other things. Aside from being borderline obsessive, itâs horrible because youâre still very much in a relationship.
Most people would feel a hell of a lot worse than you do, like their entire world was crumbling between their fingertips just for finding someone else attractive. But for some reason, as time has continued to roll on, that guiltâ that self-preservationâ has faded. Youâre dipping into another emotion that youâre too scared to explore.Â
Yunho takes a break from his labor to guzzle down a bottle of water, his chest heaving up and down from exertion. Had you been paying attention to anything other than the view of the handsome man, you wouldâve noticed the glass sliding out of your grasp, the condensation becoming far too dense to keep a solid grip on the cup. In the midst of drooling over him, your lemonade falls to the ground with a loud clanging noise.
Your reflexes are only swift enough to save your book, but the drink spills everywhere else and you wince at how embarrassing the situation is. You hurry inside to grab a towel before he can see the mortification enveloping your features. He seemed like the observant type, like one scan of your face could tell him everything he needs to know without a single word exchanged. Your fingers curl around the edge of the counter, blowing a raspberry while you attempt to regulate your blood pressure.
Through the window above the kitchen sink, you make out a confused Yunho, brows furrowed as he looks in the direction of the house. He worried over you entirely too much, particularly when you take into account the fact that all you did was think about him in manners not necessarily safe for work. Maybe you were just delirious. That was the only logical explanation for why youâre spiraling.
The high temperatures of the summer coupled with your surroundings are contributing to your change in behavior. Yes. That made sense. You werenât crazy.
With a bit more reprieve, youâre able to grab a tea towel and head back outside to clean up your mess. (Not unaccompanied by a couple glances in Yunhoâs direction, but thatâs fine. Perfectly healthy even. Itâs normal to check up on a friend. At least, thatâs what you tell yourself, but whoâs holding you accountable?)
âYou know youâve been making me breakfast every morning without asking for anything in return,â you speak up one morning, chin resting on the island. âIs there anything I can do to repay you?âÂ
Yunho purses his lips as he hands you your plate. âNah, I like cooking for you.â
You try to ignore the way that has your heart fluttering in your chest, try to ignore the warmth blooming beneath your skin. Your eyes glance down at your food to avoid eye contact, bringing your chopsticks up to your lips. âOkay, well I wanna do something for you.â
Despite mumbling the words, he hears you anyway and smiles to himself as he takes a sip from his mug. He rolls up the sleeves of his denim button up, reaching down to scratch behind Yeoreumâs ear, the area that youâve learned is her favorite. She pants joyfully, jumping on his leg excitedly. He looks between the two of you.
âMissy here needs a bath,â he says, cooing at her. âI was gonna give her one later, after I cleaned out the stables, but if you donât mind doing it.â
âIâd do just about anything for that precious girl,â you nod enthusiastically. âConsider it done.â
This is how you end up out back, dog shampoo in one hand and the water hose in the other.Â
Yeoreumâs signature bandana and collar lay on one of the rocking chairs on the porch, the dog looking so different without her accessories as you prepare to bathe her. You wet her fur generously, squeezing enough shampoo into your palm to lather it on. Compared to your childhood pets, sheâs pretty well behaved.
Sheâs probably one of the only dogs whoâs ever actually enjoyed taking a bath, sitting still for you while you scrub and rinse and repeat. You take your time with cleaning her, wanting to make sure you do your best as a thank you for every plate Yunho has ever made you. Usually, this isnât something you would jump at the opportunity to do. Somehow, being back at the farm this past month or so has done everything your parents tried to do when you were younger.
It couldâve had to do with the desensitization of being here every summer for so long that it just never stuck when you were grade school age. But now, fully grown and experiencing this all over again on your own, with new faces at your side, itâs like youâre being exposed to something different. You can see why your mom and dad didnât want the city life to become a dependency.Â
You preferred the view of cabs and cafĂŠs over cows and chickens in the past, but now you found a sense of familiarity in them. Youâd always want to go home as soon as you got here. Unlike other kids, you wanted your summer to be over as quickly as possible. You couldnât imagine going home after this, though. This unveiled attachment to the farm you detested when you were younger could only be accredited to one person, and it was a little frightening.Â
He constantly brought out parts of you that you didnât know existed. This enigma, the one that emphasized how big of a role heâs fulfilling in the short period of time youâve been here, drills itself into your brain every day. You knew you had to acknowledge it sooner or later, but it was just less of a hassle to act like it wasnât screaming at you. Your fear of change was a more pertinent issue to ignore, so you let it consume all else.Â
While getting lost in your thoughts, Yeoreum starts shaking and startles you, causing your hold on the hose to loosen, water spraying everywhere. The diversion has you losing your footing and slipping in the mud. You shriek, though it does nothing to block the stream that drenches you, your clothes getting wet. The universe decides itâs not on your side, because you happened to wear a white shirt. Why you chose to do that when you knew you were bathing a dog, you have no clue, but it was a little too late for regrets.
Yeoreum jumps out of the basin you had her in and runs to the farmhouse just as Yunhoâs walking out, fresh from the shower. You forgot that he was cleaning the stables at the same time you were giving the Border Collie her bath, but now youâre starting to wish you waited until afterward just in case you needed the assistance. And well, you definitely needed the assistance.Â
Plucking the tail end of the mishap, Yunhoâs initial reaction is to laugh at your misfortune, but the closer he gets to the scene, the laughter dies out in his throat. Your top is sheer enough that he can map out the outline of your black bra. It leaves very little to the imagination and he thinks he might fall to his knees right here.
Since your grandparents told him that youâd be house sitting while they were away and proudly showcased a photo of you, heâs been enthralled by you. You had the face of an angel, or maybe a really enticing demon, he hasnât cogitated it much yet.Â
He swallows thickly, hoping to keep his composure as he makes his way to you. His hand is a little shaky when it reaches to take the hose from you, squeezing his eyes closed and switching off the water. He stays there for a few seconds to mentally prep himself for an up-close-and-personal look at you, even going as far as holding his breath.Â
âUhâ youâ umâ you should go inside and dry off before you catch a cold,â Yunho keeps his eyes cast downward. Heâs grateful that you donât note how red the tips of his ears are, or how he thinks the sky is suddenly much more interesting than your face.
Your head cocks to the side in confusion. âWhat do you mean âbefore I catch a coldâ? Itâs, like, a million degrees out.âÂ
âThe temperature drops at night and the sunâs setting soon. Iâll handle it from here. Yeoreum ran off, so I gotta chase after her anyway and I donât think you want her to soak you more than she already has.â Heâs insistent on shooing you away and getting you inside of the house. You huff.
âOkay⌠If you say soâŚâÂ
Reluctantly, you spin around and traverse back. The draft of the air conditioning has you shivering, rubbing up and down your arms as you enter the bathroom to inspect the damage. Your eyes almost bulge out of their sockets when you finally see yourself. No wonder Yunho was so adamant on staving you off like you were the plague.Â
In your defense, you didnât think the hose won the battle by that much. You assumed youâd just gotten everything above your shoulders wet, but no. You were practically doused head to toe. And the clear display of your brassiere under your clothes was the last thing on your mind.
He was stronger than you. Actually, he was a more respectful person than you. You wouldâve gawked at him shamelessly if the roles were reversed. But at least youâre self aware! Right? The first step in recognizing that you have a problem, is admitting that you have a problem. Thatâs what you think they say in those addiction commercials, but you could be wrong.Â
Wow. Now you were comparing him to drugs. Though, you suppose there isnât that huge of a difference. Both had equal success rates in terms of getting people high and then making it hard to wane off their effects.Â
You really had to quit it with the metaphor usage.Â
Itâs around midnight that night when the lightbulb in the bathroom goes out, halting you from finishing your bedtime routine.Â
Youâre exhausted to say the least, face damp from washing it and one of those fuzzy hairbands with the animal ears perched on your head. You were ready to crash out, but there were still a couple things you needed to do before that. It was proving to be a little difficult in the pitch black bathroom. The window above the shower was too narrow to provide any sufficient moonlight.
With a low grumble, you shuffle into your slippers and make the short trek from your grandparentsâ house to Yunho in the farmhouse. You hug yourself when a strong breeze blows past, your flimsy t-shirt and sleep shorts doing hardly anything to block the cool summer nightâs air.Â
A piece of you feels a little bad for bothering him so late, but you have no idea how to change a lightbulb. You donât even know where the lightbulbs are. Besides, you think youâd electrocute yourself if you made an attempt to do it on your own.Â
You huff out a sigh and bring your knuckles up to knock at his door, waiting patiently for a response. Heâs not asleep, you know this because heâs mentioned that his internal clock doesnât turn off until two in the morning. Circadian rhythms were an odd concept, so to each their own.Â
âYunho! Itâs Y/N! Open up!â
When a few minutes have passed, you try the knob. Maybe it was a bit⌠too presumptuous of you to enter his home without explicit permission. Yes, youâd known each other for the better part of a month and a half, and yes, youâd gotten very close in that timeframe, but did that constitute your actions?
Whether or not the answer to that question was a yes or a no, you really wish you wouldâve just waited outside. As you venture further in search of the cowboy, you stumble upon something you shouldnât have.Â
Standing in the hallway on the other side of his bedroom, the door ajar at least an inch, you catch a glimpse of him on his bed. That white tank top youâre so used to seeing him in is between his teeth, eyebrows knit together in pure pleasure as he fists his cock with a purpose. His nostrils are flared and whiny moans escape from behind the fabric.Â
His head falls back every now and then, eyes fluttering shut when he runs his thumb over the slit. Heâs so focused that he doesnât notice you, too entranced with chasing his high. Your lips part as you watch him fuck up into his hand, his shirt slipping from his mouth when he groans out a curse.Â
Just as quickly as you become distracted by the sight of Yunho jerking off, you become aware of what youâre doing. You flee the scene before you get yourself caught, exiting the farmhouse as quietly as you can. The lightbulb can wait until morning, it wasnât that important, honestly. Youâre in a daze the entire walk back to your grandparents house, goosebumps littering your arms and the image of him in such an obscene state burned into your brain.Â
You fall backwards onto your bed, staring at the ceiling in hopes of willing away the path your mind is beginning to wander towards. All you can think about is the sight of him so desperate for release, large hand wrapped around his dick, abdomen contracting with need. You know you werenât supposed to see, werenât supposed to bear witness to something so personal.Â
Itâs difficult to push out the nasty, inappropriate thoughts clouding your head. His expressions contorted into absolute bliss. His slender fingers could probably do so much more than your own, could probably reach places youâd never even dreamed of. And fuck, his dick, prettier and bigger than any other youâve ever seen.Â
Your chest blushes with heat, an embarrassment washing over you when you realize youâre turned on. You should feel terrible for intruding on Yunhoâs privacy like that, especially without him knowing, but all you can do is want him more than you already do. That craving for something deeper, carnal, fans the flame engulfing you, dragging you further into the sick and twisted hell youâve created for yourself.Â
Yunho has been nothing but welcoming, kind and gentle with you, someone he didnât even know the name of until last month. Someone whoâs done everything in their power to repress this lifestyle for so long. And for some reason, it just comes so easily with him. You donât feel forced to enjoy living on the farm. He makes you laugh and puts a smile on your face effortlessly. He has you wondering if life can actually be this simple.Â
But when all is said and done, there will be somebody else waiting for you back home. Somebody who doesnât know how to whip up omurice with freshly laid eggs. Somebody who isnât even a dog person, who thinks pets are nuisances. Somebody who doesnât live in the farmhouse behind your grandparentsâ. Itâs a bitter pill to swallow.
If you touch yourself with tears streaming down your cheeks to the thought of the man who has eyes that resemble the night sky, well thatâs between you and whatever higher being exists out there.Â
You sit across from Yunho with bated breath, afraid that if you opened your mouth he would know your dirty secret. You avoid his eyes for the same reason, like one good look at you would reveal what you were trying to hide.Â
Yunho himself was doing his best to pretend like he hadnât masturbated to the thought of you last night. He liked to think he was good at keeping his feelings under wraps. It wasnât like he didnât know you were in a relationship, heâs heard you on the phone before. He stays silent as he fries rice in a pan and has some bread in the toaster. The only sounds in the kitchen are sizzling and the pants coming from Yeoreum under your stool.Â
In the time that youâve been here, never once has it been awkward between you like this. The conversation usually doesnât stop flowing, rolling on and on and filtering into things that donât pertain to the original subject. He rarely has his back to you for too long, turning over his shoulder to shoot you a grin every here and now.Â
Both of you go to speak at the same time as a means of salvaging the morning from eternal strain. You stare at each other for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. Truly, you were two birds of a feather, or however that saying goes.
âSorry, I donât know why Iâm being so quiet today,â Yunho says, though he knows itâs a lie. âI guess I had a long night.â
âOh, that reminds me,â his mention of the previous night has you recalling the reason you went out to the farmhouse in the first place. âThe light in my bathroom went out, do you think you can fix it for me?âÂ
âYeah, for sure,â he begins preparing your plate. âActually, I have this joke about lightbulbs. You wanna hear it?â
Your lips curl into a smile, already attempting to hold back your laughter. With a raised eyebrow, you respond, âWhat is it?â
âWhat did the lightbulb say to the light switch?â He asks nonchalantly, taking a bite from his own piece of toast. Youâre failing miserably at acting like you donât think the joke is funny, although he hasnât even told you the punchline yet.
âI dunno, Yunho, what did the lightbulb say to the light switch?âÂ
ââYou turn me on.ââÂ
Thereâs a pregnant pause as the joke resonates and you canât stop yourself from cackling at how stupid it is. He joins in, but mostly because your laughter is contagious. His chest swells with pride at his successful landing, feeling like heâs on top of the world just for bringing a smile to your face. God, he was down tremendously bad.Â
Your spoon clatters onto the counter as you lean over, a hand clapped over your mouth as your boisterous laughing simmers into a giggle. Yunho leans into you slightly, matching your energy as he munches on his toast. This is what has you conflicted, so at war with yourself. The proximity should have you pulling away, but something about him always reels you in, despite the consequences that await.
And unfortunately, those consequences come to a head today.
âAre you fucking serious, Y/N?âÂ
You and Yunho jump back, whipping towards the source of the voice. Seojun stands there, his bags at his feet and his face crestfallen, disbelief written all over it. He shakes his head and turns to leave, you stumbling off of the barstool to follow behind him. The guilt youâve only ever felt momentarily settles deep in your chest and deep in your stomach, though you technically havenât done anything wrong.
Your abruptness startles Yeoreum and sheâs up in a heartbeat, tailing behind you curiously. Yunho has to rush to stop her, but a part of himself wants to do the same. No matter how much he likes you, heâs never wanted to be the cause of your relationship falling apart. He wanted you organically, not like this.
âSeojun! Wait!â You call after him, holding up a hand to block out the harsh sunlight, tripping over your slippers. He scoffs.Â
âWhat am I waiting for? You to spew some bullshit about how nothingâs going on between the two of you? Iâm not fucking stupid, Y/N. Iâm not blind.â He pops open his trunk and throws his bags in haphazardly.
âYouâre being unreasonable,â you exclaim, rounding the car so youâre directly in front of him. âThere is nothing going on. Weâve just gotten to know each other since we live in the same vicinity. Did you want me to stay here for three months and hole myself away with no other human contact?â
âHe was just supposed to be the guy who lived in the farmhouse. He wasnât supposed to bother you. Thatâs what you told me, remember?â Seojun is losing his patience, something that has always been the root of the problem when youâve gotten into past arguments. âHow do you expect me to react when I come to surprise you and see you being so close to another man?â
âI was laughing at a joke he told me. Youâre making this a bigger deal than it is and blowing everything completely out of proportion. Iâm sorry that it never came up that we became friends, but I didnât do anything wrong. Iâve never once cheated on you in the three years weâve been together and for you to accuse me of that is so fucking low of you.â Youâre not going to cry, not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing heâs won. He thrives off of seeing your vulnerability and you wonât let him have it.Â
âI saw the way he was looking at you,â he seethes, balling his hands into fists at his sides. âI know that look because thatâs how I used to look at you.â
A laugh devoid of any humor leaves you and he blinks. âThatâs how you âused toâ look at me? When did you stop? And why am I just finding this out?â
âThatâs notâ that isnât what I meant, Y/Nââ
âNo, Seojun. You did,â you glance away from him, nipping at the inside of your cheek. âWeâre grasping for straws. We arenât going anywhere anymore and we havenât for a while now. Thatâs why we're standing here arguing over this. I just want to know why you didnât just tell me.â
âIâm too complacent,â he sighs, breathing through his nose. âI was too comfortable with you and I didnât know how to let you go or walk away. But youâre right, there isnât anything for us to save, and it seems like weâre both ready to move on.â
âWhat does that mean?âÂ
âI saw how you were looking at him, too. You might not have acted on it, but you have feelings for him. Iâm not gonna stay and hold you back.â Seojun unlocks his car, opening the door. âAnd for what itâs worth, you wonât be wasting your time.â
You donât respond, instead humming and letting him drive off. Once his car is far enough out of your view, you go back into the house. Thereâs an indescribable emotion that hostages you, binding your wrists and tying you down metaphorically. You canât seem to shake it.Â
Yunho is still in the kitchen, sitting on the floor with Yeoreum to keep her calm. He gazes up at you expectantly and you feel the tears you were suppressing from Seojun bubbling up. If you werenât going to cry in front of your (now ex) boyfriend, you definitely werenât going to cry in front of him.Â
With a trembling exhale, you force yourself to say, âI need to be alone.â
He understands empathetically, clipping on Yeoreumâs leash and leaving the house in the same breath. That in itself has you crying like a baby the moment youâre all by yourself. You hold your face in your hands, body shuddering with each sob you release.Â
I saw the way he was looking at you.Â
I saw how you were looking at him, too.Â
You had a lot to think about, and everything always seemed to circle back to Jeong Yunho.Â
A couple days escape you before you register you havenât seen much of Yunho. After your breakup with Seojun, you really did need a bit of room to process it all, but you hadnât realized just how much you depended on the cowboyâs presence until you were missing it.Â
You hadnât meant to push him away, if thatâs how he saw it. A night of bawling your eyes out with a pint of ice cream and The Vow was enough to cure you. However, it appears that he thought you needed more, going as far as putting a pin in your daily breakfast ritual. You arenât sure how to extend an olive branch when you werenât even trying to cause a rift between you in the first place.Â
Being with someone for three years may not seem like a lot, but that fraction of your life is stuck with you, like a thumbtack that refuses to come out of the wall. Youâd had boyfriends before Seojun, but they werenât nearly as serious. There weren't formal introductions between parents, no late night conversations that bleed into early mornings, no sleepovers and quick kisses before work.Â
Of course, after a certain point, those had just become habitual. You werenât doing them because they evoked a sense of love or care anymore, but rather because you were familiar with them. It was safer to continue the pattern of waking up and falling asleep to Seojun on the other side of the bed, the intrusion of sunlight and the cacophony of traffic outside your window, even if you didnât really want to.Â
And then you came here.Â
Somehow, returning to your grandparentsâ farm was exactly what you needed to break through that cycle. As much as you would love to attest it to your location and discovering the appreciation your family wanted you to feel for it, you know the real reason. Itâs all thanks to a certain cowboy.
Yunhoâs feelings for you run far deeper than he couldâve imagined. He doesnât know the extent of what happened with you and Seojun, but he thinks putting distance between you is better in the long run anyway. On the off chance youâre still together, he wants to preserve his heart. Heâs handed it to someone else too easily in the past and he doesnât want to make that mistake with you if you donât feel the same.Â
But even on the off chance that youâve broken up, he still wants to stop himself from falling further and harder than he already has. Without ill will, he doubts that you would give up the life you have in the city for this, for him. Heâll be perpetually chained to being a faint imprint on your memory of the summer. Youâll think back to the months you spent here and heâll have played only a minor role.Â
It was wishful thinking, too hopeful of him to presume this would lead to a happy ending. You were from different worlds, led different lives. It was time for him to be realistic. And that meant implementing the space that was supposed to exist between you from the get go.Â
Though, you make it difficult when he bumps into you on the way back from the mailbox. DĂŠjĂ vu, anyone?
Yeoreum is excited to see you, jumping onto her haunches to lick your face when you kneel to her level. You giggle, squeezing one eye shut as you balance yourself and hold her still so her weight doesnât clamber you both onto the ground. Your fingers pet to top of her head softly as you coo, âWhoâs a good girl?â
Yunho physically winces when his chest tightens at the sight of his two favorite girls. The word âdistanceâ bounces around his head like a pinball, reminding him what heâs supposed to be doing. He just canât bring himself to walk away. Especially when you look at him with those pretty eyes of yours.Â
âHeyâŚâ You start, steeling your tone to ensure itâs even. âIâm sorry if it seemed like I was avoiding you or something. I needed some time to myself to figure things out. It wasnât my intention to shut you out and put you on the back burner.â
âNo, itâs okay. I had to figure stuff out on my own, too,â he uses his bandana to dab at the sweat perspiring on his forehead. âDid you sort through whatever you needed to?â
âI did,â you nod, standing upright. âSeojun and I broke up, so I had to sit with my feelings for a bit. Weâve been together for so long, I think I needed to remember what it was like to be without him, and then I realized thatâs basically what Iâve been doing since I came here.â
âOh.â Yunhoâs lips form an âOâ shape, hands dragging down the sides of his pants. âIâm sorryâ umâ about your breakup.â
âDonât be,â you smile, dismissing his sympathy. âIt was a long time coming, honestly. We werenât really in the relationship wholeheartedly anymore. There wasnât a point in stringing it along, you know? But thatâs enough about me, did you figure your own things out?â
âI thought I did,â he says, which is true considering heâd been mulling over what to do with his emotions subsequent to your argument with your ex. âAnd then I kinda steered off course. Itâs alright, though, I think I like the new conclusion Iâve come to a lot better.â
You might be on the same page now, but there was an entire discussion that had to happen to solidify that. Following a very emotionally charged past couple days, you could do without that today. Youâre both just glad that the air is cleared and you can resume building the bond that began forming the moment you stepped foot onto the farm, no restrictions whatsoever.
âHave you ever ridden a horse?âÂ
You glance up from your book, this time genuinely reading it as Yunho fed the chickens and cleaned up their coop. He towers over you while he asks the question, his shadow thwarting off any direct sunlight. Your nose scrunches.Â
âWhen I was in, like, middle school? Itâs been a minute,â you answer, making sure to bookmark the page you stopped at. âWhy?
âWould you let me teach you how to do it again?â He nips at his lower lip, like heâs nervous youâll say no. The truth of the matter is youâd say yes even if he asked you to commit arson, which is kind of a problem.
âThat sounds fun,â you shrug. âWhat time should I be ready?â
âUh, now?âÂ
Okay, so sitting on a horse did not seem this scary when you were twelve.
It probably had to do with you being fearless and whatnot, but also because you did whatever your grandparents asked just to appease them. The faster you got off the damn horse, the faster you could go back inside and situate yourself in front of the TV. They thought they were making progress with you, but really you were outsmarting the outsmarters.Â
Sweat glazes on the underside of your hands, disrupting the security of your grasp on the reins. Yunho thought it would be wiser if he stayed on foot, guiding you and the horse around the perimeter of the pen. You hoped you didnât look as afraid as you were, but youâre certain the slight quiver of your bottom lip gives it away.Â
âYouâre doing fine, Y/N,â he reassures, maintaining a comforting amount of eye contact with you.
âAm I? Or does it just seem that way because youâre pulling the horse?â You quip, gripping the reins tighter when it steps over a rock and you sway a little. Your tone is laced with sarcasm, something Yunho hasnât heard much of from you since youâve met, but he thinks itâs cute that you resort to violence when youâre scared.
You notice the quirk of his mouth and how heâs trying not to laugh at your terror. It pisses you off solely because his humor isnât unwarranted. You are being a bit over dramatic. He unties his bandana from around his neck and tosses it to you. âSo you donât callus your hands.â
Heâs too thoughtful, too considerate for his own good, but thatâs what roped you in. Even when you met for the first time, he had you figured out. The longer you stare at him, the more you realize just how perfect he is. If you were still in school and you were tasked with writing an essay about the summer you spent here, youâre sure the words would flow onto the pages flawlessly, without skipping a beat. Your prose would be so beautifully written, that even the most notable authors would be envious of your experience.
The only downside of this was the fact that time was beginning to seep through your fingers. There was mutuality in your feelings for each other, that was almost unequivocal. You were both just hesitant in taking that first leap. The uncertainty lied with that goodbye at the end of August, the one thatâll hurt a lot more than it was supposed to. But you know that postponing your unceremonious declaration of feelings would just do more harm than anything else.Â
One consistency youâve singled out since coming back to the farm is this common theme of divine intervention, or fate, whatever you want to call it. Right when youâre on the brink of an epiphany, youâre always forcefully shoved into it, like a freight train crashing into its platform traveling at full speed. This moment is no different.Â
Yeoreum barking at a squirrel on the other side of the pen scares the horse whoâs back you were currently on. It bucks up and you release the reins in alarm. You fall quickly, but Yunhoâs quicker, catching you in his arms like itâs been a childhood dream of his to be a superhero. He searches your face for any indication that you might be hurt, a hand coming up to cup your cheek.Â
The eyes youâve grown to adore examine your own with so much care that you find yourself melting in his hold. Your face instinctively leans into his palm, fingers still clutching the fabric of his shirt like he may drop you.Â
Itâs nearly second-nature to minimize the gap between you.Â
You never understood what novelists meant when they described kissing scenes. And you think thatâs because youâd never truly had a kiss like this before. It was as if they were all talking about this second, this blip in time. The sparks that shoot from where your lips meet to the tips of your fingers, the thump-thump-thump of your heartbeat in your ears, the sensation of never wanting to escape, never wanting to stop.Â
Yunhoâs hand snakes behind your head, tangling in your hair to deepen the connection. Itâs hungry. Itâs desperate. Itâs too much. Itâs not enough. Everything that had been stacking on top of each other was leading to this, the collision that rivaled the Big Bang. You whine into his lips, an invitation but also an inquiry.Â
He parts from you just so he can catch his breath, his forehead resting on yours. âCan I take you inside?â
You nod fervently. âYes. Please.â
He wastes no time hauling you to the farmhouse. His grip on your wrist is gentle as he pulls you into his bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed and trapping you between his legs. Your restraint wears thin, nimble fingers fumbling with the rest of the buttons on his denim shirt. You push it off of his shoulders, a bit shell shocked when you discover that heâs wearing a regular t-shirt as opposed to his usual tank top.Â
âYou would pull something like this today of all days,â you laugh breathily, untucking the shirt from his pants. He reciprocates the sentiment, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck while you undress him.Â
âIs it evil of me to say I was sorta hoping this would happen?â He speaks into your exposed collarbone, nipping, sucking, biting the skin. Your appreciative sigh goads him, his tongue gliding across the abused surface as a form of relief.Â
âMm-mm,â you hum, shaking your head, fast to yank off his shirt and run your nails down his abdomen. âIâve been waiting for this for too long.â
âYeah?â Yunho flips the two of you easily so youâre the one on the bed now. He pushes up the hem of your shirt, pecking your stomach to your clavicle as he shows more and more of your skin until the fabric is removed from your body. âCanât believe I finally get to have you.â
You involuntarily moan, completely untouched and because of his words alone. Every part of you feels like itâs lit ablaze, burning with want and need and everything in between. This ran further than just what-ifs and late night fantasies. Your relationship with Yunho tiptoed on the edge of something youâve never known before, and that makes this so much more special.Â
He glances up at you when his fingers reach for the button of your shorts, a silent ask for permission. You give him the green light and hold yourself up on your elbows, watching with your breathing trapped in your throat as he rids of your panties along with them. His hands push your knees to your chest, kissing your inner thighs and right around the place you need him most, but never there.Â
âYunhoâŚâ You warn, but it comes across as a broken whimper rather than an establishment of authority. He laughs and then his lips are pressing to your clit, a sweet kiss that has all rationality taking a vacation from your brain. Your head tips back and you fist at the sheets.Â
He drags his tongue through your folds, swirling it around the sensitive bundle of nerves each time it makes its return. Itâs almost criminal how good it feels to have his mouth on your cunt, eyes already heavy lidded with pleasure. He sucks on your clit at the same time he decides to insert a finger into your entrance, curling it experimentally just because he can. Like you predicted, it reaches that spongy spot at the crook of your pussy, brushing it once heâs sure heâs found it.Â
While you walked in on him fucking his fist, the only thing on his mind was you. He was so absorbed in the mental image of what you would look like beneath him, wiggling, writhing, squirming with indulgence. His social awareness was at a zero. This replayed over and over until he came, his thoughts so vivid he couldâve swore it was real.
But this, the actual thing, was so much better; his forearm pinning your hips down, his middle finger curling and uncurling inside of you, his mouth working overtime to inch you towards the edge of that steep cliff. He moans when your eyebrows practically coalesce, bottom lip trapped between your teeth. You look so gorgeous like this, so disoriented all because of the bliss he was providing. The vibrations of the sound have you arching your back, uncontrollable whines running from your mouth.
âFeel good?â Yunho asks, disconnecting his mouth and replacing it with his other hand, ring and middle digits swiping across your clit with practiced pressure.Â
âMhm,â you nod frantically, eyes on the brink of rolling to the back of your head. âFeels so good, Yun⌠Just like that, âm almost there.â
Thatâs all he needs to hear, switching his hand and mouth once again, focusing on alternating harsh and gentle sucks of your clit, adding a second finger to pump in and out of your hole. The doubled change in stimulation knocks the wind out of you, the precipice of your orgasm so close you can taste it. Youâd never been brought to the summit this early in the past, and you think Yunho deserves some sort of reward for being the first to do so.
Youâd worry about that later though, because youâre blindsided by it before you can even conjure your next thought. You cum with a cry, tears springing to your eyes from the immense amount of ecstasy coursing through your veins, swimming in your bloodstream. Yunho coos at you, not stopping until youâve relaxed in his hold. âThatâs it, baby, youâre doing so well.â
The praise makes your head feel airy, like empty space unoccupied by anything. If you paid attention in chemistry, then youâd know thatâs highly impossible, but you didnât. The only chemistry you even remotely care about is the one between you and Yunho, the tension that has piled higher and higher for days on end until its crescendo now.Â
You sit up to kiss him roughly, savoring the taste of yourself on his lips. He smiles into it, a hand raising to caress the underside of your jaw. He climbs onto the bed, scooting you up so youâre positioned by the pillows. It doesnât take much effort for your bodies to swap, his back to the headboard. You clumsily seat yourself on his lap, a knee on either side of him and sighing wistfully when his mouth trails down your throat and sternum, slender fingers sneaking behind you to unclasp your bra.
He aids you in removing his pants, still simultaneously prioritizing kisses all over your bare chest. When youâre both fully naked, you take your time admiring his cock. Itâs just as pretty as you remember, long and thick. Your hand wraps around it gingerly, stroking the length as you lean down to kiss him again. You donât think you could ever get enough of his lips on your own.Â
âIâm not exactly getting any action over here, so I donât have any condoms,â he says into your kiss, voice no louder than a whisper.Â
âThatâs okay,â you run your fingers through his hair. âWanna feel you anyways, all of you.â
âFuck, Y/N, you can kill a man with those words.â He groans, nails digging into your hips. You giggle, but itâs interrupted by him sitting you fully, his dick slipping through your lower lips. A whine brushes his ear when the tip catches your clit, repeating the movement until you canât stay still.
The closest youâll ever get to Heaven on earth is Yunhoâs cock pushing inside of you, filling you up so deliciously you think you could die like this. Your jaw slackens, hands coming up to support yourself on his shoulders. Even if this is a one time thing, something that never happens again during your stay at the farm, he wants you to remember this when you go back home. He wants you to recall this sliver in your timeline and never forget it, wants his name engraved in your memory like a branding iron.
Once he feels youâve adjusted to him well enough, he pulls you off of him almost entirely, just to ram back in without mercy. He punches a voluminous moan from you, eyes watching where he disappears in you and reemerges. Youâre tighter and so much warmer than he dreamed youâd be, but itâs perfect. You suck him in like a vacuum, as if his cock was made to be inside of you, as if you didnât want him to part from you.
âYouâre s-so deep, Yun,â you mewl, pulling him in for another headache-inducing kiss. âDonât wanna stop.â
He exhales through his nostrils, mumbling out a curse when your walls squeeze around him. He wanted to last a while for you, wanted to hold out and prolong this moment until you were both on the crest of passing out. But you feel like a glove, your silk-adjacent cunt begging for more and more.Â
âThink I might cum soon, princess,â he groans, tossing his head back and just about losing every ounce of his sanity when your lips start marking the column of his throat.Â
His big hands move under your thighs, holding you in place so he can fuck up into you. The pace at which his cock drills in and out of your pussy has you seeing stars, eyes snapping shut and nothing but colorful spots decorating your vision. You were already abhorrently sensitive following your first orgasm, so it didnât really take much to introduce the second.Â
Your hips stutter and it washes over you like a tidal wave, your body shuddering and collapsing into his top half. He pulls out of you quickly, mouth stationed by your ear as he jerks himself off until heâs painting your backside. He moans, a lot like the sounds he was making the other night, and you feel the need to just kiss him again.Â
Your lips lock sweetly, a stark contrast to your previous actions. Yunho curves a hand on your cheek, seperating from you the smallest distance so he can admire you. The smile that etches onto his expression makes you dizzier than anything else. However, the cutesiness can only span so long before the setting gives way.Â
Yunhoâs hand snakes in between you, his forefinger sliding up and down your slit teasingly. Your breath comes out shaky, your face finding purchase in the crook of his neck. He replaces the digit with his middle finger, parting your pussy lips in search of your clit. It doesnât take him very long to find it, rubbing tight circles into the engorged skin. You moan into his shoulder, resting your forehead on it to see the way he works your cunt.Â
âYouâre so wet, baby. Have I not fucked you enough?â He whispers into your ear huskily. Yunho talking dirty to you is something you didnât know you needed in your life. His finger slips downward, thrusting up into your hole with ease. He keeps massaging your clit with his palm, the stimulation making your head woozy.
âMmmphâ Yun, god. Feels too good.â You whine, gyrating your hips on his hand.Â
âIs that right, babe?â He encourages, adding a second finger and increasing the speed of their thrusts, almost like you hadnât been in this position already. âI canât wait to feel this tight little pussy around my cock again. Gonna fuck you harder than the last.â
Your whimpers raise in volume, focusing on the way he curls his digits in you, applying pressure with the heel of his palm to the circles heâs rubbing into your clit. You can sense your third orgasm approaching, warmth flooding your cheeks at how embarrassingly fast he worked you back up. Your walls clench around his fingers, alerting him of how close you are. He pauses, worming his body down so his face is eye level with your cunt again.
Yunho does the whole teasing thing a second time, kissing and suckling the hot skin of your belly, knowingly denying you of your release. You grab a handful of his hair, tugging at the ends to spur him on. He groans, giving into you and licking a straight line up your slit. He inserts both fingers again, this time using his tongue to manipulate your swollen clit.
The heat of Yunhoâs mouth makes your insides ache, the necessity to cum intensifying. You keen loudly, desperately, needily, the sight of the brunette between your legs so incredibly arousing. He sucks on your throbbing clit, his long fingers as deep as they can go, and you crumble.Â
âOh my godâ oh my godâ Iâm cumming! Iâmââ You cut yourself off, convulsing under him. He laps up as much of your juices as he can, coating his chin with your release. You moan as you pull him towards you to unify your lips, a mixture of your saliva and cum connect your mouths in strings. At this point, the sex is messier than anything you couldâve plucked from your wildest dreams.Â
One hand trails down your body, using your nimble fingers to play with your sensitive clit when he starts fisting his cock in preparation to enter your pussy again. You use your free hand to scratch at his contracting abs. He hisses, propping himself up with one arm next to your head and his eyes trained on the way you finger yourself at the same time. You can feel his breath on your cheeks and being in this proximity to him fuels your yearning.
âPlease, Yun⌠Need you back inside of me,â you whimper. Rubbing your clit with your own fingers isnât satisfying enough, not with him here in front of you, not when you know how good he can make you feel.
âFuck, baby, when you beg like that I donât know if I can hold back.â He chuckles lowly. It rumbles from his chest, shooting to your core.Â
âSo donât,â you rouse. âThis is more than just a one time thing for me, Yunho.â
His eyes widen just a bit, your confession catching him off guard. Thatâs all he needs to line himself up with your hole, hooking his forearm under your knee as he slides in, stretching your cunt so perfectly with his perfect cock. âShitâ youâre so tight, princess⌠Itâs almost like I didnât just fuck you within an inch of your life.â He moans and spreads your legs wider. He bottoms out with a grunt, throwing his head back from the feeling of your velvety walls. A near deafening cry is ripped from your vocal cords. He nips at your neck, starting to piston his hips.Â
His thrusts donât slow but become calculated, speeding up and diving deep simultaneously. It only took a short amount of time to figure out what you liked and he used it to his advantage. Yunho hikes your knee to your chest, groping your tits with his free hand. He twists and tugs at your nipples just hard enough that it contributes to your pleasure rather than hurts you.
Itâs as if he doesnât feel buried inside of you sufficiently, because he decreases his pace to press and fold your other leg up, his hips ramming into your ass with each thrust now. The tip of his cock kisses at what feels like your cervix. That familiar coil begins to fasten again, keening with every drive into your cunt. The squelching noises wouldâve made you cower in shame with anyone else, but with Yunho it turns you on further.
You moan, and he flattens his hand on the lower part of your stomach. Yunho groans, biting the skin where your shoulder meets your neck. Your fingers find your clit again, circling insatiably to get yourself off.Â
âYou gonna cum for me again?â He rasps, his hold on your legs almost painful. The backs of your thighs burn, but you endure it for the sake of the moment. You reach up and behind yourself, grabbing at the headboard in an attempt to match his force.Â
âOh my god, yesâ yes yes yes yes,â you babble, the syllables blurring together like your mind. âGonna cum so hard for you, Yunho. Keep going, please.â
His lips attach to yours, tongues tangling sloppily. The position youâre in is on the opposite end of the spectrum from how you were expecting this summer reunion to go. Had you not been made aware of Yunho living here at the last minute, you probably wouldâve backed out of your commitment to staying. Deep down youâre a little too thankful that your grandmother mentioned him when it was too late to reconsider.Â
âI think Iâm in love with you, Y/N,â Yunho whispers into your mouth.Â
You let go of the headboard, cupping his jaw and kissing him lovingly. âMe too.â
Your fingers speed up and so do his thrusts, perfectly timed with each other to shove you both towards your highs. Youâre on the cusp of falling apart, arching into him to close the gap between your bodies.Â
âWanna cum inside you. Can I?â Yunho grunts.Â
âYes yes, please. Fill me up, Yun, want all of you.âÂ
He continues to abuse your cunt, pounding into you like his life depended on it. You sob, clamping your walls around him. He freezes, suddenly spilling into you. âCome on, baby, cum on my cock.â The warmth of his release and his words coax your orgasm, the fluttering of your cunt milking every single drop from him that it can. Even with his dick plugging you up, you can feel it dripping out of you and onto the sheets below.Â
He rocks into you languidly until youâve calmed down enough for him to pull out. His forehead is flush on your chest, rising and falling with it, both of you so spent from the intense physical activity you engaged in. You stare up at the ceiling with heavy eyelids, carding your fingers through his hair to soothe him.Â
âYou meant what you said right? About this not being a one time thing.â Yunho says hesitantly, like heâs afraid of permeating the atmosphere you created.Â
âI donât think I can go home at the end of the summer and forget the way I feel for you, Yunho.â You admit out loud. There had been a constant struggle in your head over whether or not to follow your heart, but as he looks at you with those sparkly eyes of his, you know your answer. And you feel a little stupid for ever considering the counter.Â
âAnd what exactly are those feelings?â He pushes, folding his hands on your sternum and laying his cheek on top. You giggle, brushing his hair out of his view. As tempting as it was to divulge your theatrical journey in assessing your emotions, youâre too exhausted to stay awake. It would have to wait for another day.Â
âYou have the rest of the summer to find out, cowboy.â
Š yunhoszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.Â
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the way you indulged in every ounce of cowboy + django yunho for all he is worth is so real LMAO I need to be friends w u because ME TOO
real live 4k footage reading sahrac:
HAHAHAHA OKAY BC i am just. i am the number one django fan and i needed that to translate into sahrac yk!!! i had actually been wanting to write a cowboy piece for SOOOO long and sahrac was my excuse to finally do it so i took the reins (hehe) and ran with it. (iâm always accepting new friends hi <3)
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HONEYBEE đđđđđ ur too kind to me please i am but a hotteok with an agendaâŚ
save a horse, ride a cowboy
PAIRING jeong yunho x f!reader
WORD COUNT 12.25k
GENRES fluffďšangstďšsmut
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, reader is a city girl but i tried not using too many gendered terms, cowboy!yunho RAHHHHH, mentions of food, reader has a boyfriend for most of the fic (an oc) but thereâs no real infidelity, reader embarrasses themselves on what iâd say is a few occasions too many, yunho is down bad, masturbation (m! and brief f! receiving), lowkey voyeurism, a really bad dad joke, horse riding scene bc i feel thatâs pivotal for a cowboy fic, lots and lots of kissing, marking, teasing, vaginal fingering x2, oral sex (f! receiving) x2, multiple orgasms, very slight edging, praise, pet names (baby, babe, and princess oops), unprotected sex (BE SAFE PLS I BEG), cowgirl position, pull out method, missionary position, creampie lol, ending is cute but also kinda up for interpretation? i guess <3
SUMMARY when your grandparents decided to retire and take a summerâs long vacation in celebration, they leave their house in your care. at least you donât have to worry about feeding the farm animals. but you do have to worry about the tall, handsome cowboy who does.
MORE AND SHEâS DONE oh my god, this fic actually pulled so much out of me i think i was the one seeing stars by the end.. đ but iâm so proud of it and the goals i tried meeting while writing. first of all the length??? insane for me. i can hardly get myself to write anything longer thank 5k đ THATS ENOUGH ABOUT ME THO,,, this fic was heavily inspired by the django performance if u couldnât tell by the banner đ and iâd first like to thank the academy aka @kimsohn for encouraging me to write this and fueling my delusions ilysm maya <3 iâd also like to give a huge thank u to @bro-atz TYSM FOR BETAING AND HELPING WITH SCENES BRO ur my life saver fr <3 PLS PLS PLS REBLOG IF U ENJOYED!!
Growing up, you werenât the biggest fan of trips to your grandparentsâ farm in the rural countryside.Â
You were born in a big city, full of all the glitz and glam. There were bright lights that lit the skyline at night, distracting from the stars that illuminated above. The wide open space was blocked by high towers and large skyscrapers. You were accustomed to the sound of bustling pedestrians and the obnoxious honking of cars in the streets. There was seldom an evening of complete silence.Â
Everything was so tightly packed together, within walking distance if you didnât feel like hopping in a car for a fifteen minute drive. You appreciated the insanity of the train station in the mornings before school, the metro so busy with students and working class individuals. You came into contact with numerous strangers throughout your day to day life.Â
However, every summer until you were a senior in high school was a different story.Â
Your parents wanted to keep you humble, you supposed, shipping you off to your grandparentsâ for three months. Living in the city kept people too sheltered, too primped and polished for the real world. They wanted you to have that exposure, to experience what it was like to live without the fanciness of urbanization. The nine months out of the year that you spent in the city stunted that exposure, though.
When youâd arrive at their farm, luggage stacked like you were taking a trip to London or Paris, you felt like a glorified version of Regina George. Maybe Blair Waldorf. Elle Woods? You werenât even rich like that. Your parents were nice, middle class people. There was just something about cow manure and the fear of stepping on a freshly laid egg that made it difficult to adjust to the setting.
It was most likely your stubbornness throughout your childhood that held you back even as you got older and more educated. You thought after graduating high school, the three-months-long âretreatâ would come to an end. Youâd only need to visit when necessary, maybe a week max. And that was true to an extent. During your university years, you only visited the farm around once a year. You were too consumed with school to even go home sometimes.Â
And then your grandparents decided to retire.Â
Their farm had supplied the town over with produce and other home-grown items for as long as you could remember. But they were getting older and no one in the family was willing to inherit the farm or its responsibilities. In celebration of their retirement, they planned a grand vacation to visit multiple countries. Their itinerary spanned an entire summer, just like your trips to the farm when you were younger.
Because you were the only one familiar enough with the area, they enlisted you to housesit while they were gone. You tried to get out of it, but they didnât trust anyone else as much as you, despite your convictions about country life. So you reluctantly agreed, packing up your things to prepare for another grueling summer at the farm one last time.Â
But there was a bit of a setback.
âWhat do you mean someoneâs living in the farmhouse behind their house?â You shriek into the receiver, holding your phone between your shoulder and ear as you zip up your final bag. Your mom sighs on the other end.
âYour grandma just only now told me, apparently it slipped her mind,â you can hear the sympathy in her tone. âHeâs this boy who grew up in the town and heâs gonna take over the farm for them on the condition that they still live on the property. She said he shouldnât get in your way and heâs expecting your presence. Youâll only see him if you ever actually go out to the farm and when he brings groceries to the house.â
âGreat. Another thing I didnât sign up for.â You mutter, giving your bedroom a once over to make sure youâre not forgetting anything. âIs there anything else I should know before I get there, like a secret pet or maybe a family living in the attic?â
âWatch the attitude, Y/N,â she warns, and you shut up immediately. âLook, I know this isnât ideal. Youâre a grown adult and youâd rather spend your summer going out with your friends, but you already told your grandparents you would do this for them. Itâll be over before you know it.â
You sigh, nodding even though she canât see it. At least you didnât have to worry about caring for their farm animals. It was time to think of this as a staycation rather than torture. Sure, your friends were going to be living it up in the Bahamas for a week and your boyfriend was going to be here while you were surrounded by nothing but flat landscape for acres.Â
Perhaps it was good for you that there would be someone else on the property. You mightâve started to feel scared being alone in the middle of nowhere for so long. Though, your boyfriend probably wonât be the biggest fan of you staying within the vicinity of another man for three months. Youâd just deal with that later.Â
The drive to your grandparentsâ farm is actually more peaceful than anything else. Driving for long periods of time wasnât your favorite thing to do, but doing it by yourself with nothing but your music filling your ears was a sort of therapy. It allowed you to come to terms with your fate for the summer and what it could entail, even if it wasnât exactly what you had in mind.Â
Seeing the lush greenery for miles upon miles as you neared their home evoked a sense of tranquility within you. If you kept a positive outlook on your situation, you would make it through these next few months unscathed and your sanity still intact. Maybe you despised the wide open space for years when you were a kid, but now that youâre an adult, you think you could learn to appreciate it and its beauty.Â
As long as the guy living in the farmhouse didnât bother you like your grandmother said, everything would beâ
Oh.Â
You pull up in front of the house, already thrown for a loop by the tall, very handsome stranger walking his dog back from the mailbox. His dark hair obscured his eyes, a bandana tied around his neck to match with the one hanging off the Border Collieâs collar. The two turn around at the sound of your engine, stopping in their tracks once youâve parked.Â
He brings a hand up to shield the sun from his eyes, watching cautiously as you park slowly. You donât know why youâre so anxious, itâs not like youâll be interacting with him much during your stay anyways. Thereâs something about his slender figure and the fact that he was so clearly dedicated to what he does upon first glance that it makes you feel shy. You suck in a sharp breath before deciding to exit your vehicle, wiping clammy palms on your denim shorts. Youâre starting to regret not dressing a little cuter, a little more presentable.Â
His features soften upon recognizing you, the pretty granddaughter that your grandparents showed him prior to leaving for their trip. The hand sheltering his face falls to his side and he gives you a warm smile, somehow warmer and brighter than the sweltering summer sun. Youâd always been told not to talk to strangers, to keep your distance for your own safety, but you canât help mirroring his expression with a small wave.Â
âH-Hi,â your voice wobbles and you kind of want to die just a bit. âIâm Y/N. My grandparents mentioned you lived in the farmhouse out back, but didnât give me a name or face to expect.â
He extends his arm out and you shake his hand, albeit slightly nervously. His eyes squint when he glances between you and his dog. âItâs nice to finally meet you, Y/N. Iâm Yunho, and this is Yeoreum.â
The name is fitting for the red and white colored Border Collie, her tongue sticking out as she stares up at you with big eyes that almost resemble her ownerâs. You bend down to pet her, patting the soft tufts of fur on her head and appreciating her licks of excitement. Yunho laughs, whistling to catch her attention.Â
âYunho and Yeoreum,â you repeat, a tiny grin on your face. âBefitting. Does she come with the property?â
âUnfortunately, no. Sheâs spoken for,â he teases, a pout on his features. âBut she can visit whenever youâd like. Jokes aside, did you need any help moving stuff into the house?â
âThat would be great, actually!â You scratch the back of your neck, lips pursing. Yunho waits for you to unlock the trunk of your car and places Yeoreumâs leash in your possession, making quick work transporting your bags inside. What was just supposed to be some light assistance, has evidently become him doing everything on his own while you stand and look pretty with his dog.
You didnât bring too much with you since you didnât have plans to leave while you were housesitting and your grandparents werenât so old fashioned that they didnât have a washing machine. Still, you felt useless allowing this stranger youâd just met to do all this manual labor on your behalf.
âDoes he always do this?â You murmur to the Border Collie, falling to a seat on the lowest front porch step. She doesnât give you a response (not that you expected her to), but pants happily in lieu of one, craning her head so you can scratch the spot behind her ear.Â
âYouâre a guest, itâs just good hospitality for me to help.â Yunho says as he comes out of the house, stationing himself in front of you with his hands on his hips, thumbs in his belt loops.Â
âThereâs a difference between helping and doing the work yourself. Youâre just being modest,â you push yourself up to hand him Yeoreumâs leash. âBut thank you anyway, that was really nice. Iâm so tired from driving up here, so I think I wouldâve collapsed doing all that back and forth.â
âYou should go rest,â he glances at the house behind you. âThereâs a whole three months of farm life ahead of you, so donât wear your pretty little self out just yet.â
Yunho salutes to you and takes his leave, walking around your grandparentsâ house toward what you assume is the farmhouse. Your eyes are wide and your cheeks feel hot, and youâre well aware that itâs not because of the summer heat. Your fingers clutch at the material of your t-shirt and you shake it to fan yourself.Â
It seemed like you were in for a bumpy ride these next few months. But like you reiterated prior to arriving, everything would be just fine so long as you and farm boy went your separate routes and lived your separate lives.Â
Yeah. Things would be alright. You hope.Â
Itâs a week into your stay on your grandparentsâ farm when you bump into Yunho again.Â
Youâre toweling your neck after getting out of the shower, heading into the kitchen to make yourself another bowl of cereal for breakfast. So far the only downside has been your inability to cook a decent meal. Takeout or your boyfriend sleeping over were usually your saving grace, but without having either of those options, youâve stuck to microwaveable things.
The sight of Yunho unloading groceries onto the counter has you squealing and nearly jumping out of your own skin. He flinches at your volume, knocking over the bag of rice resting against the vase in the center. Thankfully it was still sealed shut, if not there wouldâve been a mess of rice grains all over the island counter. His clumsiness has you slapping a palm over your mouth to silence your giggles, not wanting to embarrass him.
âSorry, I wasnât expecting youâŚâ You apologize sheepishly, folding your towel over your arm and placing it on a barstool nearby.Â
âN-No, youâre fine! I shouldnât have just let myself in, itâs kinda just a habit. You deserve your privacy without having to worry about whether or not Iâm gonna barge in unannounced.â He dismisses your apology with a wave of his hand. âIâll just put these up for you and then Iâll be on my way.â
âCan I help?â You waddle over to him, fingers laced behind your back. âIâd feel bad watching you put my groceries away for me after going out and getting them.â
Yunho gestures for you to occupy the space beside him with a small smile that takes solace at the corner of his mouth. The two of you do everything in complete silence, still not entirely used to each otherâs presence because of the lack of crossing paths. As youâre finishing up, you start grabbing the items you need for your cereal. He raises an eyebrow at you.
âYou donât want something a little more filling?â He suddenly questions, jutting his chin at your bowl.
âI would love that if I knew how to cook,â you laugh. âIronic isnât it? The granddaughter of two farmers canât cook to save their life.â
Yunho shakes his head with a chuckle, ruffling his hair. âWell, I donât have to feed the horses for another hour if youâd like for me to whip up something better than a bowl of cereal.âÂ
âReally?â Your eyebrows furrow. Despite growing up with the mindset that you were above the farm life your grandparents tried to impose on you, you hated feeling like you were coming across as entitled. You didnât want Yunho to think you were lazy or that you were too good. âYou donât have to do that. I can survive on instant ramen and cereal, I swear.â
âY/N,â he says your name with a certain authority to it, and youâve never loved the sound of your name coming out of someone elseâs mouth so much before. âI want to. Iâm not the worldâs greatest chef or anything, but I have a couple tricks up my sleeve.â
âOkay, then,â you nod, taking a seat at the island. You watch in awe as he dances around the kitchen and prepares something for you. Itâs weird, not in the sense that you feel awkward around this complete stranger, but because you feel the opposite. You feel comfortable around him, like youâve known him for a while. Itâs almost like Yunho has been a casual part of your life for much longer than a week. Heâs easy to get along with, easy to mold into what youâre used to.
And thatâs weird because you have a boyfriend. A boyfriend who cooks dinner for you most nights, but somehow has never made you feel this taken care of. It throws you off. That should definitely not be the case. How is this man doing this in one week and your boyfriend couldnât in two years?Â
The guilt settles in the pit of your stomach quickly. Sure, your boyfriend mightâve had a habit of forgetting important dates and didnât give you half as much attention as he shouldâve, but did that warrant the emotions brewing in your chest? Could that excuse this notion that maybe it was time to finally call it quits?
You zone out as Yunho finishes cooking your breakfast, too inside of your head to even fawn over the doting and slight coddling he was doing. Maybe you need to have a long conversation with Seojun about your relationship and where you want it to go. Perhaps it was a nice idea to invite him out to visit the farm, it could do you both some good.Â
âTa-da!â Yunho holds out a plate to you, the sparkle in his eyes effectively pushing out any thoughts of your boyfriend and the shame that was picking at you. You canât help but reciprocate his expression when you see how delicious the food looks.
Heâd made you omurice, the ketchup on top in cute squiggly lines to form whiskers and a little dog face. You accept the plate gratifyingly, your fingers brushing as you do so. He smiles shyly, eyeing you carefully while you take the first bite. You donât remember the last time you had a home cooked breakfast, accustomed to the occasional muffin at the coffee shop near your house.
ââNot the worldâs greatest chefâ my ass,â you grumble, pouting at his humbleness and his inability to be bad at anything. âI might just ask you to have breakfast with me every morning if you can chef it up this well.â
That melodic laugh of his rings in your ears, his elbows resting on the island and his chin in his palms. âIâm sure Yeoreum would appreciate a companion who isnât me.â
âHow long have you had her?â You ask, shoveling more omurice into your mouth. If you werenât so hungry and so appeased by how delicious it was, youâd feel bad for ruining his hard work. The ketchup no longer looked like a dog, but rather a splatter of red all over your plate.Â
âAlmost four years now. I had her for a year before I met your grandparents. She adores them, so itâs no surprise that she likes you too.â He has this fond gaze in his eyes as he talks about his beloved Border Collie and it makes your heart ache.Â
The fact that he has such a good relationship with your grandparents seals the deal for you. Well, it would seal the deal if you were single. Yunho is like the ideal man that every parent would want their daughter to bring home. He knows how to cook, knows how to clean. Heâs adept around the house, skilled in yard work and other random jobs like fixing leaky pipes and installing new appliances. Heâs gentle, but doesnât mind getting his hands dirty.Â
Your parents would never meet him, though. After the summer was over, youâd be back in Seoul and he would still be here, a distant memory. You forcibly laugh away the thought, excusing it as your response to his words and continuing the conversation about his dog.Â
Perhaps this stay would be harder to get through than you thought.Â
As the weeks pass you by, you find yourself becoming more and more infatuated with Jeong Yunho.
Cooking breakfast for you in the morning has become a regular thing. Monitoring him at the stove with sleepy eyes and a mug of fresh coffee in your hands has ingrained itself into your routine. Yeoreum called the spot beneath your stool her own now, laying there as her owner made your food. You think the transition from seeing him as just this comforting presence, this kind individual, to wanting something more was almost too smooth.
Especially right now as you sit on the back porch sipping on some lemonade, admiring the cowboy as he transfers bales of hay from the bed of his pickup truck to the pigpen and the cattle pen. He pauses in between trips, stripping off his flannel and tying it around his waist. He lifts the hem of the white tank top heâs wearing and uses it to wipe sweat from his forehead, revealing the toned abdomen he had been hiding from you up until now.Â
You feel like youâre going insane, trying to pretend like youâre reading your book as you not so subtly gawk at his muscles straining with each bale he lifts. Itâs crazy really, the effect he has on you doing his fucking job. Youâve made it a habit to sit out here and stare at him under the guise of various other things. Aside from being borderline obsessive, itâs horrible because youâre still very much in a relationship.
Most people would feel a hell of a lot worse than you do, like their entire world was crumbling between their fingertips just for finding someone else attractive. But for some reason, as time has continued to roll on, that guiltâ that self-preservationâ has faded. Youâre dipping into another emotion that youâre too scared to explore.Â
Yunho takes a break from his labor to guzzle down a bottle of water, his chest heaving up and down from exertion. Had you been paying attention to anything other than the view of the handsome man, you wouldâve noticed the glass sliding out of your grasp, the condensation becoming far too dense to keep a solid grip on the cup. In the midst of drooling over him, your lemonade falls to the ground with a loud clanging noise.
Your reflexes are only swift enough to save your book, but the drink spills everywhere else and you wince at how embarrassing the situation is. You hurry inside to grab a towel before he can see the mortification enveloping your features. He seemed like the observant type, like one scan of your face could tell him everything he needs to know without a single word exchanged. Your fingers curl around the edge of the counter, blowing a raspberry while you attempt to regulate your blood pressure.
Through the window above the kitchen sink, you make out a confused Yunho, brows furrowed as he looks in the direction of the house. He worried over you entirely too much, particularly when you take into account the fact that all you did was think about him in manners not necessarily safe for work. Maybe you were just delirious. That was the only logical explanation for why youâre spiraling.
The high temperatures of the summer coupled with your surroundings are contributing to your change in behavior. Yes. That made sense. You werenât crazy.
With a bit more reprieve, youâre able to grab a tea towel and head back outside to clean up your mess. (Not unaccompanied by a couple glances in Yunhoâs direction, but thatâs fine. Perfectly healthy even. Itâs normal to check up on a friend. At least, thatâs what you tell yourself, but whoâs holding you accountable?)
âYou know youâve been making me breakfast every morning without asking for anything in return,â you speak up one morning, chin resting on the island. âIs there anything I can do to repay you?âÂ
Yunho purses his lips as he hands you your plate. âNah, I like cooking for you.â
You try to ignore the way that has your heart fluttering in your chest, try to ignore the warmth blooming beneath your skin. Your eyes glance down at your food to avoid eye contact, bringing your chopsticks up to your lips. âOkay, well I wanna do something for you.â
Despite mumbling the words, he hears you anyway and smiles to himself as he takes a sip from his mug. He rolls up the sleeves of his denim button up, reaching down to scratch behind Yeoreumâs ear, the area that youâve learned is her favorite. She pants joyfully, jumping on his leg excitedly. He looks between the two of you.
âMissy here needs a bath,â he says, cooing at her. âI was gonna give her one later, after I cleaned out the stables, but if you donât mind doing it.â
âIâd do just about anything for that precious girl,â you nod enthusiastically. âConsider it done.â
This is how you end up out back, dog shampoo in one hand and the water hose in the other.Â
Yeoreumâs signature bandana and collar lay on one of the rocking chairs on the porch, the dog looking so different without her accessories as you prepare to bathe her. You wet her fur generously, squeezing enough shampoo into your palm to lather it on. Compared to your childhood pets, sheâs pretty well behaved.
Sheâs probably one of the only dogs whoâs ever actually enjoyed taking a bath, sitting still for you while you scrub and rinse and repeat. You take your time with cleaning her, wanting to make sure you do your best as a thank you for every plate Yunho has ever made you. Usually, this isnât something you would jump at the opportunity to do. Somehow, being back at the farm this past month or so has done everything your parents tried to do when you were younger.
It couldâve had to do with the desensitization of being here every summer for so long that it just never stuck when you were grade school age. But now, fully grown and experiencing this all over again on your own, with new faces at your side, itâs like youâre being exposed to something different. You can see why your mom and dad didnât want the city life to become a dependency.Â
You preferred the view of cabs and cafĂŠs over cows and chickens in the past, but now you found a sense of familiarity in them. Youâd always want to go home as soon as you got here. Unlike other kids, you wanted your summer to be over as quickly as possible. You couldnât imagine going home after this, though. This unveiled attachment to the farm you detested when you were younger could only be accredited to one person, and it was a little frightening.Â
He constantly brought out parts of you that you didnât know existed. This enigma, the one that emphasized how big of a role heâs fulfilling in the short period of time youâve been here, drills itself into your brain every day. You knew you had to acknowledge it sooner or later, but it was just less of a hassle to act like it wasnât screaming at you. Your fear of change was a more pertinent issue to ignore, so you let it consume all else.Â
While getting lost in your thoughts, Yeoreum starts shaking and startles you, causing your hold on the hose to loosen, water spraying everywhere. The diversion has you losing your footing and slipping in the mud. You shriek, though it does nothing to block the stream that drenches you, your clothes getting wet. The universe decides itâs not on your side, because you happened to wear a white shirt. Why you chose to do that when you knew you were bathing a dog, you have no clue, but it was a little too late for regrets.
Yeoreum jumps out of the basin you had her in and runs to the farmhouse just as Yunhoâs walking out, fresh from the shower. You forgot that he was cleaning the stables at the same time you were giving the Border Collie her bath, but now youâre starting to wish you waited until afterward just in case you needed the assistance. And well, you definitely needed the assistance.Â
Plucking the tail end of the mishap, Yunhoâs initial reaction is to laugh at your misfortune, but the closer he gets to the scene, the laughter dies out in his throat. Your top is sheer enough that he can map out the outline of your black bra. It leaves very little to the imagination and he thinks he might fall to his knees right here.
Since your grandparents told him that youâd be house sitting while they were away and proudly showcased a photo of you, heâs been enthralled by you. You had the face of an angel, or maybe a really enticing demon, he hasnât cogitated it much yet.Â
He swallows thickly, hoping to keep his composure as he makes his way to you. His hand is a little shaky when it reaches to take the hose from you, squeezing his eyes closed and switching off the water. He stays there for a few seconds to mentally prep himself for an up-close-and-personal look at you, even going as far as holding his breath.Â
âUhâ youâ umâ you should go inside and dry off before you catch a cold,â Yunho keeps his eyes cast downward. Heâs grateful that you donât note how red the tips of his ears are, or how he thinks the sky is suddenly much more interesting than your face.
Your head cocks to the side in confusion. âWhat do you mean âbefore I catch a coldâ? Itâs, like, a million degrees out.âÂ
âThe temperature drops at night and the sunâs setting soon. Iâll handle it from here. Yeoreum ran off, so I gotta chase after her anyway and I donât think you want her to soak you more than she already has.â Heâs insistent on shooing you away and getting you inside of the house. You huff.
âOkay⌠If you say soâŚâÂ
Reluctantly, you spin around and traverse back. The draft of the air conditioning has you shivering, rubbing up and down your arms as you enter the bathroom to inspect the damage. Your eyes almost bulge out of their sockets when you finally see yourself. No wonder Yunho was so adamant on staving you off like you were the plague.Â
In your defense, you didnât think the hose won the battle by that much. You assumed youâd just gotten everything above your shoulders wet, but no. You were practically doused head to toe. And the clear display of your brassiere under your clothes was the last thing on your mind.
He was stronger than you. Actually, he was a more respectful person than you. You wouldâve gawked at him shamelessly if the roles were reversed. But at least youâre self aware! Right? The first step in recognizing that you have a problem, is admitting that you have a problem. Thatâs what you think they say in those addiction commercials, but you could be wrong.Â
Wow. Now you were comparing him to drugs. Though, you suppose there isnât that huge of a difference. Both had equal success rates in terms of getting people high and then making it hard to wane off their effects.Â
You really had to quit it with the metaphor usage.Â
Itâs around midnight that night when the lightbulb in the bathroom goes out, halting you from finishing your bedtime routine.Â
Youâre exhausted to say the least, face damp from washing it and one of those fuzzy hairbands with the animal ears perched on your head. You were ready to crash out, but there were still a couple things you needed to do before that. It was proving to be a little difficult in the pitch black bathroom. The window above the shower was too narrow to provide any sufficient moonlight.
With a low grumble, you shuffle into your slippers and make the short trek from your grandparentsâ house to Yunho in the farmhouse. You hug yourself when a strong breeze blows past, your flimsy t-shirt and sleep shorts doing hardly anything to block the cool summer nightâs air.Â
A piece of you feels a little bad for bothering him so late, but you have no idea how to change a lightbulb. You donât even know where the lightbulbs are. Besides, you think youâd electrocute yourself if you made an attempt to do it on your own.Â
You huff out a sigh and bring your knuckles up to knock at his door, waiting patiently for a response. Heâs not asleep, you know this because heâs mentioned that his internal clock doesnât turn off until two in the morning. Circadian rhythms were an odd concept, so to each their own.Â
âYunho! Itâs Y/N! Open up!â
When a few minutes have passed, you try the knob. Maybe it was a bit⌠too presumptuous of you to enter his home without explicit permission. Yes, youâd known each other for the better part of a month and a half, and yes, youâd gotten very close in that timeframe, but did that constitute your actions?
Whether or not the answer to that question was a yes or a no, you really wish you wouldâve just waited outside. As you venture further in search of the cowboy, you stumble upon something you shouldnât have.Â
Standing in the hallway on the other side of his bedroom, the door ajar at least an inch, you catch a glimpse of him on his bed. That white tank top youâre so used to seeing him in is between his teeth, eyebrows knit together in pure pleasure as he fists his cock with a purpose. His nostrils are flared and whiny moans escape from behind the fabric.Â
His head falls back every now and then, eyes fluttering shut when he runs his thumb over the slit. Heâs so focused that he doesnât notice you, too entranced with chasing his high. Your lips part as you watch him fuck up into his hand, his shirt slipping from his mouth when he groans out a curse.Â
Just as quickly as you become distracted by the sight of Yunho jerking off, you become aware of what youâre doing. You flee the scene before you get yourself caught, exiting the farmhouse as quietly as you can. The lightbulb can wait until morning, it wasnât that important, honestly. Youâre in a daze the entire walk back to your grandparents house, goosebumps littering your arms and the image of him in such an obscene state burned into your brain.Â
You fall backwards onto your bed, staring at the ceiling in hopes of willing away the path your mind is beginning to wander towards. All you can think about is the sight of him so desperate for release, large hand wrapped around his dick, abdomen contracting with need. You know you werenât supposed to see, werenât supposed to bear witness to something so personal.Â
Itâs difficult to push out the nasty, inappropriate thoughts clouding your head. His expressions contorted into absolute bliss. His slender fingers could probably do so much more than your own, could probably reach places youâd never even dreamed of. And fuck, his dick, prettier and bigger than any other youâve ever seen.Â
Your chest blushes with heat, an embarrassment washing over you when you realize youâre turned on. You should feel terrible for intruding on Yunhoâs privacy like that, especially without him knowing, but all you can do is want him more than you already do. That craving for something deeper, carnal, fans the flame engulfing you, dragging you further into the sick and twisted hell youâve created for yourself.Â
Yunho has been nothing but welcoming, kind and gentle with you, someone he didnât even know the name of until last month. Someone whoâs done everything in their power to repress this lifestyle for so long. And for some reason, it just comes so easily with him. You donât feel forced to enjoy living on the farm. He makes you laugh and puts a smile on your face effortlessly. He has you wondering if life can actually be this simple.Â
But when all is said and done, there will be somebody else waiting for you back home. Somebody who doesnât know how to whip up omurice with freshly laid eggs. Somebody who isnât even a dog person, who thinks pets are nuisances. Somebody who doesnât live in the farmhouse behind your grandparentsâ. Itâs a bitter pill to swallow.
If you touch yourself with tears streaming down your cheeks to the thought of the man who has eyes that resemble the night sky, well thatâs between you and whatever higher being exists out there.Â
You sit across from Yunho with bated breath, afraid that if you opened your mouth he would know your dirty secret. You avoid his eyes for the same reason, like one good look at you would reveal what you were trying to hide.Â
Yunho himself was doing his best to pretend like he hadnât masturbated to the thought of you last night. He liked to think he was good at keeping his feelings under wraps. It wasnât like he didnât know you were in a relationship, heâs heard you on the phone before. He stays silent as he fries rice in a pan and has some bread in the toaster. The only sounds in the kitchen are sizzling and the pants coming from Yeoreum under your stool.Â
In the time that youâve been here, never once has it been awkward between you like this. The conversation usually doesnât stop flowing, rolling on and on and filtering into things that donât pertain to the original subject. He rarely has his back to you for too long, turning over his shoulder to shoot you a grin every here and now.Â
Both of you go to speak at the same time as a means of salvaging the morning from eternal strain. You stare at each other for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. Truly, you were two birds of a feather, or however that saying goes.
âSorry, I donât know why Iâm being so quiet today,â Yunho says, though he knows itâs a lie. âI guess I had a long night.â
âOh, that reminds me,â his mention of the previous night has you recalling the reason you went out to the farmhouse in the first place. âThe light in my bathroom went out, do you think you can fix it for me?âÂ
âYeah, for sure,â he begins preparing your plate. âActually, I have this joke about lightbulbs. You wanna hear it?â
Your lips curl into a smile, already attempting to hold back your laughter. With a raised eyebrow, you respond, âWhat is it?â
âWhat did the lightbulb say to the light switch?â He asks nonchalantly, taking a bite from his own piece of toast. Youâre failing miserably at acting like you donât think the joke is funny, although he hasnât even told you the punchline yet.
âI dunno, Yunho, what did the lightbulb say to the light switch?âÂ
ââYou turn me on.ââÂ
Thereâs a pregnant pause as the joke resonates and you canât stop yourself from cackling at how stupid it is. He joins in, but mostly because your laughter is contagious. His chest swells with pride at his successful landing, feeling like heâs on top of the world just for bringing a smile to your face. God, he was down tremendously bad.Â
Your spoon clatters onto the counter as you lean over, a hand clapped over your mouth as your boisterous laughing simmers into a giggle. Yunho leans into you slightly, matching your energy as he munches on his toast. This is what has you conflicted, so at war with yourself. The proximity should have you pulling away, but something about him always reels you in, despite the consequences that await.
And unfortunately, those consequences come to a head today.
âAre you fucking serious, Y/N?âÂ
You and Yunho jump back, whipping towards the source of the voice. Seojun stands there, his bags at his feet and his face crestfallen, disbelief written all over it. He shakes his head and turns to leave, you stumbling off of the barstool to follow behind him. The guilt youâve only ever felt momentarily settles deep in your chest and deep in your stomach, though you technically havenât done anything wrong.
Your abruptness startles Yeoreum and sheâs up in a heartbeat, tailing behind you curiously. Yunho has to rush to stop her, but a part of himself wants to do the same. No matter how much he likes you, heâs never wanted to be the cause of your relationship falling apart. He wanted you organically, not like this.
âSeojun! Wait!â You call after him, holding up a hand to block out the harsh sunlight, tripping over your slippers. He scoffs.Â
âWhat am I waiting for? You to spew some bullshit about how nothingâs going on between the two of you? Iâm not fucking stupid, Y/N. Iâm not blind.â He pops open his trunk and throws his bags in haphazardly.
âYouâre being unreasonable,â you exclaim, rounding the car so youâre directly in front of him. âThere is nothing going on. Weâve just gotten to know each other since we live in the same vicinity. Did you want me to stay here for three months and hole myself away with no other human contact?â
âHe was just supposed to be the guy who lived in the farmhouse. He wasnât supposed to bother you. Thatâs what you told me, remember?â Seojun is losing his patience, something that has always been the root of the problem when youâve gotten into past arguments. âHow do you expect me to react when I come to surprise you and see you being so close to another man?â
âI was laughing at a joke he told me. Youâre making this a bigger deal than it is and blowing everything completely out of proportion. Iâm sorry that it never came up that we became friends, but I didnât do anything wrong. Iâve never once cheated on you in the three years weâve been together and for you to accuse me of that is so fucking low of you.â Youâre not going to cry, not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing heâs won. He thrives off of seeing your vulnerability and you wonât let him have it.Â
âI saw the way he was looking at you,â he seethes, balling his hands into fists at his sides. âI know that look because thatâs how I used to look at you.â
A laugh devoid of any humor leaves you and he blinks. âThatâs how you âused toâ look at me? When did you stop? And why am I just finding this out?â
âThatâs notâ that isnât what I meant, Y/Nââ
âNo, Seojun. You did,â you glance away from him, nipping at the inside of your cheek. âWeâre grasping for straws. We arenât going anywhere anymore and we havenât for a while now. Thatâs why we're standing here arguing over this. I just want to know why you didnât just tell me.â
âIâm too complacent,â he sighs, breathing through his nose. âI was too comfortable with you and I didnât know how to let you go or walk away. But youâre right, there isnât anything for us to save, and it seems like weâre both ready to move on.â
âWhat does that mean?âÂ
âI saw how you were looking at him, too. You might not have acted on it, but you have feelings for him. Iâm not gonna stay and hold you back.â Seojun unlocks his car, opening the door. âAnd for what itâs worth, you wonât be wasting your time.â
You donât respond, instead humming and letting him drive off. Once his car is far enough out of your view, you go back into the house. Thereâs an indescribable emotion that hostages you, binding your wrists and tying you down metaphorically. You canât seem to shake it.Â
Yunho is still in the kitchen, sitting on the floor with Yeoreum to keep her calm. He gazes up at you expectantly and you feel the tears you were suppressing from Seojun bubbling up. If you werenât going to cry in front of your (now ex) boyfriend, you definitely werenât going to cry in front of him.Â
With a trembling exhale, you force yourself to say, âI need to be alone.â
He understands empathetically, clipping on Yeoreumâs leash and leaving the house in the same breath. That in itself has you crying like a baby the moment youâre all by yourself. You hold your face in your hands, body shuddering with each sob you release.Â
I saw the way he was looking at you.Â
I saw how you were looking at him, too.Â
You had a lot to think about, and everything always seemed to circle back to Jeong Yunho.Â
A couple days escape you before you register you havenât seen much of Yunho. After your breakup with Seojun, you really did need a bit of room to process it all, but you hadnât realized just how much you depended on the cowboyâs presence until you were missing it.Â
You hadnât meant to push him away, if thatâs how he saw it. A night of bawling your eyes out with a pint of ice cream and The Vow was enough to cure you. However, it appears that he thought you needed more, going as far as putting a pin in your daily breakfast ritual. You arenât sure how to extend an olive branch when you werenât even trying to cause a rift between you in the first place.Â
Being with someone for three years may not seem like a lot, but that fraction of your life is stuck with you, like a thumbtack that refuses to come out of the wall. Youâd had boyfriends before Seojun, but they werenât nearly as serious. There weren't formal introductions between parents, no late night conversations that bleed into early mornings, no sleepovers and quick kisses before work.Â
Of course, after a certain point, those had just become habitual. You werenât doing them because they evoked a sense of love or care anymore, but rather because you were familiar with them. It was safer to continue the pattern of waking up and falling asleep to Seojun on the other side of the bed, the intrusion of sunlight and the cacophony of traffic outside your window, even if you didnât really want to.Â
And then you came here.Â
Somehow, returning to your grandparentsâ farm was exactly what you needed to break through that cycle. As much as you would love to attest it to your location and discovering the appreciation your family wanted you to feel for it, you know the real reason. Itâs all thanks to a certain cowboy.
Yunhoâs feelings for you run far deeper than he couldâve imagined. He doesnât know the extent of what happened with you and Seojun, but he thinks putting distance between you is better in the long run anyway. On the off chance youâre still together, he wants to preserve his heart. Heâs handed it to someone else too easily in the past and he doesnât want to make that mistake with you if you donât feel the same.Â
But even on the off chance that youâve broken up, he still wants to stop himself from falling further and harder than he already has. Without ill will, he doubts that you would give up the life you have in the city for this, for him. Heâll be perpetually chained to being a faint imprint on your memory of the summer. Youâll think back to the months you spent here and heâll have played only a minor role.Â
It was wishful thinking, too hopeful of him to presume this would lead to a happy ending. You were from different worlds, led different lives. It was time for him to be realistic. And that meant implementing the space that was supposed to exist between you from the get go.Â
Though, you make it difficult when he bumps into you on the way back from the mailbox. DĂŠjĂ vu, anyone?
Yeoreum is excited to see you, jumping onto her haunches to lick your face when you kneel to her level. You giggle, squeezing one eye shut as you balance yourself and hold her still so her weight doesnât clamber you both onto the ground. Your fingers pet to top of her head softly as you coo, âWhoâs a good girl?â
Yunho physically winces when his chest tightens at the sight of his two favorite girls. The word âdistanceâ bounces around his head like a pinball, reminding him what heâs supposed to be doing. He just canât bring himself to walk away. Especially when you look at him with those pretty eyes of yours.Â
âHeyâŚâ You start, steeling your tone to ensure itâs even. âIâm sorry if it seemed like I was avoiding you or something. I needed some time to myself to figure things out. It wasnât my intention to shut you out and put you on the back burner.â
âNo, itâs okay. I had to figure stuff out on my own, too,â he uses his bandana to dab at the sweat perspiring on his forehead. âDid you sort through whatever you needed to?â
âI did,â you nod, standing upright. âSeojun and I broke up, so I had to sit with my feelings for a bit. Weâve been together for so long, I think I needed to remember what it was like to be without him, and then I realized thatâs basically what Iâve been doing since I came here.â
âOh.â Yunhoâs lips form an âOâ shape, hands dragging down the sides of his pants. âIâm sorryâ umâ about your breakup.â
âDonât be,â you smile, dismissing his sympathy. âIt was a long time coming, honestly. We werenât really in the relationship wholeheartedly anymore. There wasnât a point in stringing it along, you know? But thatâs enough about me, did you figure your own things out?â
âI thought I did,â he says, which is true considering heâd been mulling over what to do with his emotions subsequent to your argument with your ex. âAnd then I kinda steered off course. Itâs alright, though, I think I like the new conclusion Iâve come to a lot better.â
You might be on the same page now, but there was an entire discussion that had to happen to solidify that. Following a very emotionally charged past couple days, you could do without that today. Youâre both just glad that the air is cleared and you can resume building the bond that began forming the moment you stepped foot onto the farm, no restrictions whatsoever.
âHave you ever ridden a horse?âÂ
You glance up from your book, this time genuinely reading it as Yunho fed the chickens and cleaned up their coop. He towers over you while he asks the question, his shadow thwarting off any direct sunlight. Your nose scrunches.Â
âWhen I was in, like, middle school? Itâs been a minute,â you answer, making sure to bookmark the page you stopped at. âWhy?
âWould you let me teach you how to do it again?â He nips at his lower lip, like heâs nervous youâll say no. The truth of the matter is youâd say yes even if he asked you to commit arson, which is kind of a problem.
âThat sounds fun,â you shrug. âWhat time should I be ready?â
âUh, now?âÂ
Okay, so sitting on a horse did not seem this scary when you were twelve.
It probably had to do with you being fearless and whatnot, but also because you did whatever your grandparents asked just to appease them. The faster you got off the damn horse, the faster you could go back inside and situate yourself in front of the TV. They thought they were making progress with you, but really you were outsmarting the outsmarters.Â
Sweat glazes on the underside of your hands, disrupting the security of your grasp on the reins. Yunho thought it would be wiser if he stayed on foot, guiding you and the horse around the perimeter of the pen. You hoped you didnât look as afraid as you were, but youâre certain the slight quiver of your bottom lip gives it away.Â
âYouâre doing fine, Y/N,â he reassures, maintaining a comforting amount of eye contact with you.
âAm I? Or does it just seem that way because youâre pulling the horse?â You quip, gripping the reins tighter when it steps over a rock and you sway a little. Your tone is laced with sarcasm, something Yunho hasnât heard much of from you since youâve met, but he thinks itâs cute that you resort to violence when youâre scared.
You notice the quirk of his mouth and how heâs trying not to laugh at your terror. It pisses you off solely because his humor isnât unwarranted. You are being a bit over dramatic. He unties his bandana from around his neck and tosses it to you. âSo you donât callus your hands.â
Heâs too thoughtful, too considerate for his own good, but thatâs what roped you in. Even when you met for the first time, he had you figured out. The longer you stare at him, the more you realize just how perfect he is. If you were still in school and you were tasked with writing an essay about the summer you spent here, youâre sure the words would flow onto the pages flawlessly, without skipping a beat. Your prose would be so beautifully written, that even the most notable authors would be envious of your experience.
The only downside of this was the fact that time was beginning to seep through your fingers. There was mutuality in your feelings for each other, that was almost unequivocal. You were both just hesitant in taking that first leap. The uncertainty lied with that goodbye at the end of August, the one thatâll hurt a lot more than it was supposed to. But you know that postponing your unceremonious declaration of feelings would just do more harm than anything else.Â
One consistency youâve singled out since coming back to the farm is this common theme of divine intervention, or fate, whatever you want to call it. Right when youâre on the brink of an epiphany, youâre always forcefully shoved into it, like a freight train crashing into its platform traveling at full speed. This moment is no different.Â
Yeoreum barking at a squirrel on the other side of the pen scares the horse whoâs back you were currently on. It bucks up and you release the reins in alarm. You fall quickly, but Yunhoâs quicker, catching you in his arms like itâs been a childhood dream of his to be a superhero. He searches your face for any indication that you might be hurt, a hand coming up to cup your cheek.Â
The eyes youâve grown to adore examine your own with so much care that you find yourself melting in his hold. Your face instinctively leans into his palm, fingers still clutching the fabric of his shirt like he may drop you.Â
Itâs nearly second-nature to minimize the gap between you.Â
You never understood what novelists meant when they described kissing scenes. And you think thatâs because youâd never truly had a kiss like this before. It was as if they were all talking about this second, this blip in time. The sparks that shoot from where your lips meet to the tips of your fingers, the thump-thump-thump of your heartbeat in your ears, the sensation of never wanting to escape, never wanting to stop.Â
Yunhoâs hand snakes behind your head, tangling in your hair to deepen the connection. Itâs hungry. Itâs desperate. Itâs too much. Itâs not enough. Everything that had been stacking on top of each other was leading to this, the collision that rivaled the Big Bang. You whine into his lips, an invitation but also an inquiry.Â
He parts from you just so he can catch his breath, his forehead resting on yours. âCan I take you inside?â
You nod fervently. âYes. Please.â
He wastes no time hauling you to the farmhouse. His grip on your wrist is gentle as he pulls you into his bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed and trapping you between his legs. Your restraint wears thin, nimble fingers fumbling with the rest of the buttons on his denim shirt. You push it off of his shoulders, a bit shell shocked when you discover that heâs wearing a regular t-shirt as opposed to his usual tank top.Â
âYou would pull something like this today of all days,â you laugh breathily, untucking the shirt from his pants. He reciprocates the sentiment, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck while you undress him.Â
âIs it evil of me to say I was sorta hoping this would happen?â He speaks into your exposed collarbone, nipping, sucking, biting the skin. Your appreciative sigh goads him, his tongue gliding across the abused surface as a form of relief.Â
âMm-mm,â you hum, shaking your head, fast to yank off his shirt and run your nails down his abdomen. âIâve been waiting for this for too long.â
âYeah?â Yunho flips the two of you easily so youâre the one on the bed now. He pushes up the hem of your shirt, pecking your stomach to your clavicle as he shows more and more of your skin until the fabric is removed from your body. âCanât believe I finally get to have you.â
You involuntarily moan, completely untouched and because of his words alone. Every part of you feels like itâs lit ablaze, burning with want and need and everything in between. This ran further than just what-ifs and late night fantasies. Your relationship with Yunho tiptoed on the edge of something youâve never known before, and that makes this so much more special.Â
He glances up at you when his fingers reach for the button of your shorts, a silent ask for permission. You give him the green light and hold yourself up on your elbows, watching with your breathing trapped in your throat as he rids of your panties along with them. His hands push your knees to your chest, kissing your inner thighs and right around the place you need him most, but never there.Â
âYunhoâŚâ You warn, but it comes across as a broken whimper rather than an establishment of authority. He laughs and then his lips are pressing to your clit, a sweet kiss that has all rationality taking a vacation from your brain. Your head tips back and you fist at the sheets.Â
He drags his tongue through your folds, swirling it around the sensitive bundle of nerves each time it makes its return. Itâs almost criminal how good it feels to have his mouth on your cunt, eyes already heavy lidded with pleasure. He sucks on your clit at the same time he decides to insert a finger into your entrance, curling it experimentally just because he can. Like you predicted, it reaches that spongy spot at the crook of your pussy, brushing it once heâs sure heâs found it.Â
While you walked in on him fucking his fist, the only thing on his mind was you. He was so absorbed in the mental image of what you would look like beneath him, wiggling, writhing, squirming with indulgence. His social awareness was at a zero. This replayed over and over until he came, his thoughts so vivid he couldâve swore it was real.
But this, the actual thing, was so much better; his forearm pinning your hips down, his middle finger curling and uncurling inside of you, his mouth working overtime to inch you towards the edge of that steep cliff. He moans when your eyebrows practically coalesce, bottom lip trapped between your teeth. You look so gorgeous like this, so disoriented all because of the bliss he was providing. The vibrations of the sound have you arching your back, uncontrollable whines running from your mouth.
âFeel good?â Yunho asks, disconnecting his mouth and replacing it with his other hand, ring and middle digits swiping across your clit with practiced pressure.Â
âMhm,â you nod frantically, eyes on the brink of rolling to the back of your head. âFeels so good, Yun⌠Just like that, âm almost there.â
Thatâs all he needs to hear, switching his hand and mouth once again, focusing on alternating harsh and gentle sucks of your clit, adding a second finger to pump in and out of your hole. The doubled change in stimulation knocks the wind out of you, the precipice of your orgasm so close you can taste it. Youâd never been brought to the summit this early in the past, and you think Yunho deserves some sort of reward for being the first to do so.
Youâd worry about that later though, because youâre blindsided by it before you can even conjure your next thought. You cum with a cry, tears springing to your eyes from the immense amount of ecstasy coursing through your veins, swimming in your bloodstream. Yunho coos at you, not stopping until youâve relaxed in his hold. âThatâs it, baby, youâre doing so well.â
The praise makes your head feel airy, like empty space unoccupied by anything. If you paid attention in chemistry, then youâd know thatâs highly impossible, but you didnât. The only chemistry you even remotely care about is the one between you and Yunho, the tension that has piled higher and higher for days on end until its crescendo now.Â
You sit up to kiss him roughly, savoring the taste of yourself on his lips. He smiles into it, a hand raising to caress the underside of your jaw. He climbs onto the bed, scooting you up so youâre positioned by the pillows. It doesnât take much effort for your bodies to swap, his back to the headboard. You clumsily seat yourself on his lap, a knee on either side of him and sighing wistfully when his mouth trails down your throat and sternum, slender fingers sneaking behind you to unclasp your bra.
He aids you in removing his pants, still simultaneously prioritizing kisses all over your bare chest. When youâre both fully naked, you take your time admiring his cock. Itâs just as pretty as you remember, long and thick. Your hand wraps around it gingerly, stroking the length as you lean down to kiss him again. You donât think you could ever get enough of his lips on your own.Â
âIâm not exactly getting any action over here, so I donât have any condoms,â he says into your kiss, voice no louder than a whisper.Â
âThatâs okay,â you run your fingers through his hair. âWanna feel you anyways, all of you.â
âFuck, Y/N, you can kill a man with those words.â He groans, nails digging into your hips. You giggle, but itâs interrupted by him sitting you fully, his dick slipping through your lower lips. A whine brushes his ear when the tip catches your clit, repeating the movement until you canât stay still.
The closest youâll ever get to Heaven on earth is Yunhoâs cock pushing inside of you, filling you up so deliciously you think you could die like this. Your jaw slackens, hands coming up to support yourself on his shoulders. Even if this is a one time thing, something that never happens again during your stay at the farm, he wants you to remember this when you go back home. He wants you to recall this sliver in your timeline and never forget it, wants his name engraved in your memory like a branding iron.
Once he feels youâve adjusted to him well enough, he pulls you off of him almost entirely, just to ram back in without mercy. He punches a voluminous moan from you, eyes watching where he disappears in you and reemerges. Youâre tighter and so much warmer than he dreamed youâd be, but itâs perfect. You suck him in like a vacuum, as if his cock was made to be inside of you, as if you didnât want him to part from you.
âYouâre s-so deep, Yun,â you mewl, pulling him in for another headache-inducing kiss. âDonât wanna stop.â
He exhales through his nostrils, mumbling out a curse when your walls squeeze around him. He wanted to last a while for you, wanted to hold out and prolong this moment until you were both on the crest of passing out. But you feel like a glove, your silk-adjacent cunt begging for more and more.Â
âThink I might cum soon, princess,â he groans, tossing his head back and just about losing every ounce of his sanity when your lips start marking the column of his throat.Â
His big hands move under your thighs, holding you in place so he can fuck up into you. The pace at which his cock drills in and out of your pussy has you seeing stars, eyes snapping shut and nothing but colorful spots decorating your vision. You were already abhorrently sensitive following your first orgasm, so it didnât really take much to introduce the second.Â
Your hips stutter and it washes over you like a tidal wave, your body shuddering and collapsing into his top half. He pulls out of you quickly, mouth stationed by your ear as he jerks himself off until heâs painting your backside. He moans, a lot like the sounds he was making the other night, and you feel the need to just kiss him again.Â
Your lips lock sweetly, a stark contrast to your previous actions. Yunho curves a hand on your cheek, seperating from you the smallest distance so he can admire you. The smile that etches onto his expression makes you dizzier than anything else. However, the cutesiness can only span so long before the setting gives way.Â
Yunhoâs hand snakes in between you, his forefinger sliding up and down your slit teasingly. Your breath comes out shaky, your face finding purchase in the crook of his neck. He replaces the digit with his middle finger, parting your pussy lips in search of your clit. It doesnât take him very long to find it, rubbing tight circles into the engorged skin. You moan into his shoulder, resting your forehead on it to see the way he works your cunt.Â
âYouâre so wet, baby. Have I not fucked you enough?â He whispers into your ear huskily. Yunho talking dirty to you is something you didnât know you needed in your life. His finger slips downward, thrusting up into your hole with ease. He keeps massaging your clit with his palm, the stimulation making your head woozy.
âMmmphâ Yun, god. Feels too good.â You whine, gyrating your hips on his hand.Â
âIs that right, babe?â He encourages, adding a second finger and increasing the speed of their thrusts, almost like you hadnât been in this position already. âI canât wait to feel this tight little pussy around my cock again. Gonna fuck you harder than the last.â
Your whimpers raise in volume, focusing on the way he curls his digits in you, applying pressure with the heel of his palm to the circles heâs rubbing into your clit. You can sense your third orgasm approaching, warmth flooding your cheeks at how embarrassingly fast he worked you back up. Your walls clench around his fingers, alerting him of how close you are. He pauses, worming his body down so his face is eye level with your cunt again.
Yunho does the whole teasing thing a second time, kissing and suckling the hot skin of your belly, knowingly denying you of your release. You grab a handful of his hair, tugging at the ends to spur him on. He groans, giving into you and licking a straight line up your slit. He inserts both fingers again, this time using his tongue to manipulate your swollen clit.
The heat of Yunhoâs mouth makes your insides ache, the necessity to cum intensifying. You keen loudly, desperately, needily, the sight of the brunette between your legs so incredibly arousing. He sucks on your throbbing clit, his long fingers as deep as they can go, and you crumble.Â
âOh my godâ oh my godâ Iâm cumming! Iâmââ You cut yourself off, convulsing under him. He laps up as much of your juices as he can, coating his chin with your release. You moan as you pull him towards you to unify your lips, a mixture of your saliva and cum connect your mouths in strings. At this point, the sex is messier than anything you couldâve plucked from your wildest dreams.Â
One hand trails down your body, using your nimble fingers to play with your sensitive clit when he starts fisting his cock in preparation to enter your pussy again. You use your free hand to scratch at his contracting abs. He hisses, propping himself up with one arm next to your head and his eyes trained on the way you finger yourself at the same time. You can feel his breath on your cheeks and being in this proximity to him fuels your yearning.
âPlease, Yun⌠Need you back inside of me,â you whimper. Rubbing your clit with your own fingers isnât satisfying enough, not with him here in front of you, not when you know how good he can make you feel.
âFuck, baby, when you beg like that I donât know if I can hold back.â He chuckles lowly. It rumbles from his chest, shooting to your core.Â
âSo donât,â you rouse. âThis is more than just a one time thing for me, Yunho.â
His eyes widen just a bit, your confession catching him off guard. Thatâs all he needs to line himself up with your hole, hooking his forearm under your knee as he slides in, stretching your cunt so perfectly with his perfect cock. âShitâ youâre so tight, princess⌠Itâs almost like I didnât just fuck you within an inch of your life.â He moans and spreads your legs wider. He bottoms out with a grunt, throwing his head back from the feeling of your velvety walls. A near deafening cry is ripped from your vocal cords. He nips at your neck, starting to piston his hips.Â
His thrusts donât slow but become calculated, speeding up and diving deep simultaneously. It only took a short amount of time to figure out what you liked and he used it to his advantage. Yunho hikes your knee to your chest, groping your tits with his free hand. He twists and tugs at your nipples just hard enough that it contributes to your pleasure rather than hurts you.
Itâs as if he doesnât feel buried inside of you sufficiently, because he decreases his pace to press and fold your other leg up, his hips ramming into your ass with each thrust now. The tip of his cock kisses at what feels like your cervix. That familiar coil begins to fasten again, keening with every drive into your cunt. The squelching noises wouldâve made you cower in shame with anyone else, but with Yunho it turns you on further.
You moan, and he flattens his hand on the lower part of your stomach. Yunho groans, biting the skin where your shoulder meets your neck. Your fingers find your clit again, circling insatiably to get yourself off.Â
âYou gonna cum for me again?â He rasps, his hold on your legs almost painful. The backs of your thighs burn, but you endure it for the sake of the moment. You reach up and behind yourself, grabbing at the headboard in an attempt to match his force.Â
âOh my god, yesâ yes yes yes yes,â you babble, the syllables blurring together like your mind. âGonna cum so hard for you, Yunho. Keep going, please.â
His lips attach to yours, tongues tangling sloppily. The position youâre in is on the opposite end of the spectrum from how you were expecting this summer reunion to go. Had you not been made aware of Yunho living here at the last minute, you probably wouldâve backed out of your commitment to staying. Deep down youâre a little too thankful that your grandmother mentioned him when it was too late to reconsider.Â
âI think Iâm in love with you, Y/N,â Yunho whispers into your mouth.Â
You let go of the headboard, cupping his jaw and kissing him lovingly. âMe too.â
Your fingers speed up and so do his thrusts, perfectly timed with each other to shove you both towards your highs. Youâre on the cusp of falling apart, arching into him to close the gap between your bodies.Â
âWanna cum inside you. Can I?â Yunho grunts.Â
âYes yes, please. Fill me up, Yun, want all of you.âÂ
He continues to abuse your cunt, pounding into you like his life depended on it. You sob, clamping your walls around him. He freezes, suddenly spilling into you. âCome on, baby, cum on my cock.â The warmth of his release and his words coax your orgasm, the fluttering of your cunt milking every single drop from him that it can. Even with his dick plugging you up, you can feel it dripping out of you and onto the sheets below.Â
He rocks into you languidly until youâve calmed down enough for him to pull out. His forehead is flush on your chest, rising and falling with it, both of you so spent from the intense physical activity you engaged in. You stare up at the ceiling with heavy eyelids, carding your fingers through his hair to soothe him.Â
âYou meant what you said right? About this not being a one time thing.â Yunho says hesitantly, like heâs afraid of permeating the atmosphere you created.Â
âI donât think I can go home at the end of the summer and forget the way I feel for you, Yunho.â You admit out loud. There had been a constant struggle in your head over whether or not to follow your heart, but as he looks at you with those sparkly eyes of his, you know your answer. And you feel a little stupid for ever considering the counter.Â
âAnd what exactly are those feelings?â He pushes, folding his hands on your sternum and laying his cheek on top. You giggle, brushing his hair out of his view. As tempting as it was to divulge your theatrical journey in assessing your emotions, youâre too exhausted to stay awake. It would have to wait for another day.Â
âYou have the rest of the summer to find out, cowboy.â
Š yunhoszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.Â
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hi hi i just read a yunho piece (save a horse, ride a cowboy). it was the first of yours ive ever read and i just wanted to say i really enjoy that you give your characters so much depth, personality, and meaning. you had me giggling, gasping, shaking my head, smiling the whole way. i was sat the entire time reading it đ§Ą
STOP ??? honeybee⌠THIS IS SO SWEET WHAT THE HELL. iâm going to cry this actually means so much đ thatâs one thing that i pride myself in with my work, the care i put into the personality of my fics. itâs like suchhhhh a big part of writing for me and the fact that u (and other people) have noticed that makes me want to throw up thank u >n<
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sometimes tumblr is Not a safe space. but rather, a space to attack me when iâm vulnerable.
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NOOO bff omg i hope u feel better soon đ sending u Virtual soup and a big hug ďźâšâĄâšďźâĄ
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thank u my âď¸ anon. i appreciate u so dearly <3
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WITH A FEVER NAUURRRR r u okayđ¤
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iâm lowkey withering away.. đ the closest way i can describe how i feel is like when u die in roblox and ur characterâs body falls apart đť thatâs how i feel
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103.6 fever is crazy⌠being an atiny runs in my blood ig PASSION YOUNG FEVER đŚ
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haiiii bff i hope u enjoy ur break đ internet dependency is so real omfg i Understand u⌠but u deserve a break regardless! We all want ur amazing brain rested and relaxedđ trustttt ŮŠ(^âż^)Űś luv ya
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thank u sm âď¸ anon </3
unfortunately iâm ending my internet dependency break earlier than expected bc iâm stuck at home with a fever and i have nothing else to do đ
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hi fawndeoki nation <3 iâm working through my reqs slowly but surely! and iâm also working on some other things for u guys, however, i think iâm gonna take a little internet break for the next couple days. my mental health hasnât been the greatest and im struggling with some internal issues atm :/ iâll still be writing offline just bc itâs always been my coping mechanism LOL but i need to take a little step back and reevaluate my dependency and relationship with being online. iâll be back by the end of the week for sure and my dms are open if anyone needs me :)
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Hey guys !! I'm currently going through some tough times and would really appreciate your support. I don't usually like talking about my personal life but desperate times and all that jazz.
Two days ago I was made homeless and I've been living with my best friend temporarily. I have no money and am waiting to gain conformation that I succeeded with a job I trialed at.
My mother wad also made homeless and had her phone stolen out of her hands while she was trying to pay my phone bill, so I also have no data, calls, messages etc. Hence slow replies, apologies in advance.
I'd really appreciate anything anyone can donate, and please no pressure if you can't. I just ask that you reblog, and donate if possible. I'm not currently settled enough to write, but I can open commissions probably by the weekend. If you'd rather this option, lmk <3
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